#need girl blogger friends on here

[dollydelrey45]

any girlies out here tryna be moots? i swear i’m super cool🙏🏻

[crystlmeth]

me all the time literally

[rafesangelita]

♡ kook!sweetheart!reader walks her first runway for her own lingerie brand, and of course rafe has to have a front row seat.

warnings: rafe being a supportive bf, suggestive ending

a/n: trying a new fic layout, i hope you all like it as much as i do <3 lol i had the hardest time trying to decide on the song i wanted to use for this fic

you couldn’t believe the day was finally here. ever since you started your lingerie line, you wanted to have a runway show to showcase the beautiful pieces, and all thanks to rafe, he was able to make that possible. while your boyfriend insisted on being backstage with you, you told him to wait until you walked out for the finale, wanting to surprise him in full glam and a set you have yet to release. to say you were excited would be an understatement— you were literally having your very own victoria secret show.

with fashion bloggers, magazine editors, and most importantly; rafe, the man who believed in you more than yourself, being in attendance, you just wanted everything to take place smoothly. “oh my god, you look amazing!” you glanced up from the small vanity mirror, meeting kelce’s girlfriend’s gaze. “me?!” your eyes widened as you shot up from your seat. “look at you! kelce is going to lose his mind.” you laughed, admiring the way her makeup sparkled under the studio lights.

���you think so?” she smiled, both of you swallowing nervously when you heard a ‘okay, we’re on in five!’ over one of the staff’s walkie talkie’s. “oh, god, just what i needed to hear.” you joked. she hugged you before joining the rest of the girls in line. outside in the crowd, rafe was already taking pictures like a proud facebook mom, shushing kelce and topper once the lights dimmed and the music started. the intro to britney spear’s ‘gimme more’ began playing, the crowd letting out a series of ‘oooh’s’ and ‘ahhh’s’ when the first model walked out.

rafe was only recording for your sake, his eyes strictly set on his hands as he patiently waited for your entrance. everything that the models were wearing was something he had already seen on you behind closed doors. rafe couldn’t help but feel his chest bloom with pride as he looked around the beautiful venue. despite him paying for everything, you were the one who worked with the planner and coordinator to bring your vision to life.

and what a vision it was.

you had spotlights lining the runway, glitter littering the glossy flooring. various props were also placed on the sidelines. “look, here comes y/n!” rafe arched a brow at his friend, kelce clearing his throat awkwardly. “don’t get too excited, now..” rafe grumbled, eyes locked on your silhouette. the music reached it’s final bridge, your lingerie clad body illuminating the stage. rafe had no words. you were wearing wings like the angel you truly were, the rhinestones and embellishments on your set reflecting under the now multicolored lighting.

“you’re beautiful, babygirl!” rafe shouted, his eyes widening as you got closer. you looked ethereal. not one hair was out of place, your makeup done flawlessly to enhance your natural features. you caught sight of him, sending a wink his way before blowing him a kiss. “she’s getting it tonight.” he held a hand over his heart, watching the way your hips swayed as cameras flashed from every direction. rafe stayed standing up until you disappeared behind the stage, his smile reaching from ear to ear.

“now that’s a show..” he adjusted himself in his pants, posting you on his instagram with the caption; ‘she’s perfect.’

eventually, the event came to a star strucking end, your boyfriend meeting you soon after with a huge bouquet of pink roses. you couldn’t help the sudden wave of emotions from washing over you at the sight of him. “oh, rafe!” you threw yourself into his arms, being careful not to ruin your makeup. “you were so amazing out there, baby.” he rubbed your back. “yeah?” you pulled away, pecking his lips. “fuck yeah.” his voice dropped a few octaves, his hand finding the curve of your ass. “can you take those angel wings home?” he whispered.

“yes.. why?” you smiled mischievously. “cause i need you to walk for me again. naked this time.”

[clairesblouse]

Whispers of the Sea │Masterlist

│rafe cameron・Social Media AU / IRL

│summary・"Whispers of the Sea" breathes life into forgotten memories through wistful poems and hidden truths. Drawn to it's words, Rafe finds himself chasing echoes of a past he can’t fully recall. The anonymous blogger is the childhood friend forgotten in time. Rafe searches for the pieces of a forgotten puzzle, trying to make sense of the storm brewing in his mind, while his heart fills with the poems of the girl he once adored.

│pairing・Ex-childhoodfriend!Rafe Cameron x Poet/Blogger!Female oc/reader

│not finished‼ editing‼・graphics highly inspired by @zyafics

│ CHAPTERS. each page a heartbeat, each word a breath.

──── chapter 1 ﹕"echoes of his ghost"

──── chapter 2 ﹕"beginning of the chase"

──── chapter 3 ﹕"do I ever cross your mind?"

──── chapter 4 ﹕"If anyone could've saved me It would've been you"

──── chapter 5 ﹕"you are the life I needed all along"

──── chapter 6 ﹕"the mind is a puzzle"

──── chapter 7 ﹕"I still see you"

──── chapter 8 ﹕"I never let anybody in (somehow you got under my skin)"

──── chapter 9 ﹕"aaliyah"

──── chapter 10 ﹕"anyway, don't be a stranger"

──── chapter 11 ﹕

│ EXTRAS. fragments that still have meaning.

──── Rafe's "Whispers of the Sea" moodboard.

──── Juliet's "Whispers of the Sea" moodboard.

──── "Whispers of the Sea" playlist.

──── Memories.

│ TAGLIST. I don’t have an updates account, but you can follow me here and turn on notifications to know when I post a new part. You can also be added to the tag list, but you’ll need to interact with the post to stay on it!

[auraworkshop]

🎀 MY VOID SUCCESS STORY 🎀

Hi Aura, I'm also one of those peoples who WOKE UP IN THE VOID using your sub. I'm so grateful to you <3

I have been in this community for preety long and never seen any blogger doing this except riri and you! I always used to I wish I could also take advantage when little manifested for people as I wasn't there on the time when she did so.

But a GENUINE THANKS to you for manifesting the void for people !

Thankyou for giving us an upgraded and effortless way to enter the void.

You are the only blogger here who really wants to help people I swear, everyone else here are just taking ADVANTAGE of those who are desperate to change their lives.

They just repeat those old same posts over and over about motivation, persisting ENDLESSLY, doing this and that ... And I know that half of the people of the void community are LYING about their so called success stories :)

But I know you are gonna bring a huge change in this community soon enough,

Your approach to move this community forward is like watering the dull flowers to make them bloom again🌷!!

Btw, My void experience was truly horrible, I literally felt like I almost died, ☠️ the symptoms were so INTENSE like seriously!! But when I got in, it was peaceful, silent, black and something space like uk...

I manifested 150+ pages of my desires ofcourse I'm ain't gonna list all of em but I'll list the main thinggs here :

🎀Looking like wonyoung ( face )

🎀Body structure like Jennie

🎀Hairs like lisaa LOL

🎀Doe eyes

🎀Lucky girl syndrome

🎀Manifested back my dead granny

🎀A cat

🎀Living near wonyoung

🎀Life app

🎀1 million dollars to be credited to my bank account every 24 hours

🎀Caring, chiil and cool parents

🎀Knowing every language

🎀Not being clumsy

🎀Never having children's

🎀Increased my age ( only 2 years ☠️ )

🎀Voice like Ariana

🎀My crush

🎀Desired wardrobe

🎀Loyal friends

🎀Forgetting about my life before void ( I seriously don't remember anything)

🎀No need to go to poop again

🎀The ability to fly and stop time

THANKYOU FOR EXISTING <3, I'm gonna deactivate now and live my dream life !!

Love ya, mwahh ♡

SUCCESS STORY ♡

Congratulations buddy ! I know It can be frustrating when people keep saying the same things over and over again and not actually taking any concrete action. I truly believe in helping people in a genuine and meaningful way, not just repeating empty motivational jargon. I'm so glad to hear that you are now finally living your dream life :) Let's keep supporting each other and bringing much-needed changes to the void community 🤍

[lovebvni]

repetition (a pick-a-pile)

in honor of my friends kai ( @klxudykai )and nile (who doesn’t want to be tagged), i want to do a little pap! this will be black white and purple themed for them too (their pfp colours)

i know both of them are going through cycles of repeating their actions over and over, and it is hard for them. i know it’s frustrating — hell i hate repetition. but you find peace in it.

this pick-a-pile is just advice for your manifesting and/or shifting journey. there is no real theme, but i asked spirit to bring up something you need to repeat for each pile.

this pap is intuition and shufflemancy-based. i am not using tarot nor cards at all for this. this is also for entertainment purposes. take my words with a grain of salt AND please do not use this as legal or life advice.

now, inhale and exhale. believe in your intuition, and pick a picture.

[1 ; 2

3 ; 4]

pile 1 the spiral.

hi pile 1! here’s confirmation for your pile : cycles, crying, cynical, the letter c (in your name of in the name of your significant other. casey and clark stand out.), puns, clairaudience, crown, clowns, (a lot of words w the letter c jesus christ..), underwater, drowning, sinking, the sea, oceans, water (s), fix your face, black, sexism, activist, reality shifter, cyclones, spirals, “i feel like im not seeing any signs/progress”

well pile one, you could feel like you are stuck in a cycle. just a torpedo and you’re getting hit with the same things over and over. you’re wondering why things aren’t changing, why this won’t end, but it’s because YOU won’t change. this is the harshest i think i have ever been in a pick a card, but you really need to get over yourself. realize you aren’t the person you should be, throw that person away and reinvent yourself. you want a lot in life, and you aren’t going to get it if you don’t decide to change yourself. the universe chose you for a reason, but if you keep having your own pity party, you aren’t gonna get anywhere. stop getting mad when you’re being told the truth. it isn’t there to hurt you. it’s there to help you. the truth is a tool. and as long as you keep ignoring it, you keep hiding from the monster inside your closet, it’s never gonna leave. it’s gonna haunt you. it’s like a negative spirit. lure it out and keep it coming. it is gonna hurt, but it’s worth it.

your required repetition is “continue to listen and change yourself. transformation.”

the waiting season is one where you need to work, don’t keep sulking.

now to interpreting your song, her by poppy. you have been trying to be someone else that you are not, for someone else. the chorus

“I'm getting to know her And all of her anger You won't recognize her If you encountered I'm getting to know her And all of her anger Picked herself up Put her back together”

you need to change and you know it, and you don’t know how. start with your anger, your sadness, a strong emotion and unravel it. unwrap it like a gift. keep pulling to you get to the root of the cause — hold it.. nurture it… and get the mud off it.

see this as a new start, pile one. i love you. you need to know you’re strong, and you can do this. don’t get annoyed, because i know you’ve been told this before. fix your face.

pile 2 ghouls

hello pile 2! here’s confirmation this is your pile!!: fairies, love, purple, green, heart chakra and third eye chakra, shadows, “on a silver platter”, polite, scars, romance, sacred, girl blogger, skull and bones, doja cat, fear of success, screaming, pink, sexuality, white, sensuality, fire and ice, opposites, blood, self sabotage, royalty, alternative, goth, knight, disability, multilingual, this specific dynamic, vampire

simplicity. simplify everything. that’s all spirit is saying. don’t over complicate things. that’s like all spirit is saying u guys 😭😭

they r literally saying clear your mind, just be the person you are meant to be. listen to your intuition, be creative, have love in your heart, even when times are hard, and let emotions flow.

spirit told me your manifestations are actively coming in 😭😭 idek why you’re reading this pac! like there are no notes, nothing else you need to do. just listen to your intuition and be in tune with yourself. god i love this pile bc yall r js so sweet and light hearted — like there’s so much hidden positivity here that’s waiting to come out.

good job on how far you’ve come, and hav fun where you’re going! love you pile 2!

pile 3 — unclear memory

hi pile 3! here’s your confirmation: “even a worm will turn”, disappointment, ditsy, protector, big eyes, proposal, hobbit core, hermitcraft, minecraft, silence, under another’s control, blush, light colours (pastels), resting, new opportunities, distractions, distant, chapell roan, wlw.

you’re over possessive but you cut out your heart. or someone else cut it out. you need to get your priorities straight. there’s so much going on in your brain. they all lead to the same thing, don’t they? like how a spider web meets in the middle.

you’re sad, i can tell, but you won’t let anyone know. you think you’ve done enough, or even too much, but in reality you’ve been distracted. you’re trying to hide your main in overworking. doing too much.

your repeating advice is “get back on track and focus on your morals”.

but dont become some else. become yourself. stop holding grudges. get yourself back.

pile 4 — kisses

hi pile 4! here’s confirmation this is your pile: shadow work, brooklyn nine-nine, wolf pack, furry, july, suicidal but continuing, height difference, jumbled thoughts, flowers, blue and pink, wash off the makeup, ombré, counting crows poem.

this is my dogs favorite song 😭😭

pile four, you have been looking for outer validation when you don’t need it. you’re searching for signs, for love, for confirmation you’re on the right path when you really jay need yourself. you’re putting yourself down and other people/the universe on a pedestal. YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE!! REALIZE THAT!

what you say goes. what you want will happen. and that’s that.

your advice is as follows ; “you need to just rest.”

and i think that’s great advice. sit down and relax. listen to music, meditate, be at peace. work on yourself. try journaling too!! it will help.

thank yall for reading!! <3 i hope this helps someone. finishing this at 5:55 pm btw!!

[charmedreincarnation]

I shifted using the void state!

I'm getting straight to the point because I know people don't like long success stories, but I used these two posts to finally shift to my desired reality and manifest my dream life.

Rotten’s Practical Guide to Shifting Realities

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zgrhCYyct7xV4j7d7qYFcoO8bAMx5Jqdb3NGoO81Oqs/edit

Reddit Post: The Power of the Void State

https://www.reddit.com/r/shiftingrealities/s/XMIo5TPYlM

Anyways, when I learned about the void state on Reddit, I was instantly captivated. I mean, who wouldn't be? The idea of not only using it for shifting but also manifesting my dream life for myself and my family felt like a dream come true. That's when I came across the second post I shared about the void state, and eventually, the first document I shared. They were incredibly informative and completely changed my perspective on shifting and the law of the universe.

I went on to stalk many of the recommended success stories on Reddit, exploring posts and comment sections that mentioned you. You seemed to be a common denominator in their journeys, helping them shift or guiding them with your posts. It made me happy to see your positive influence, even though your posts were from years ago and it seemed like you no longer have an account. Unfortunately, many other creators' posts were either inactive or banned due to Reddit's strict rules which is really annoying.

However, someone made a post about you, and one of your friends ended up commenting with your Tumblr account. So, I gathered a lot of valuable information from your account and a few others (like Fleur, Pink, Rem, Sexy Dream Girl, etc.) on Tumblr.

I must say, the Tumblr shifting and void community is miles ahead of Reddit and Amino. I was shocked that I hadn't come across this community before. Reddit is just starting to talk about the Law of assumption and the void, whereas you guys have been immersed in it for years. I even encountered some misconceptions on Reddit, where people still think the void can only be used for shifting and not for waking up in a whole new life. 🙄

Regardless, finding this app was the motivation I needed, and I discovered so much valuable information. I ended up using your theta wave method, combined with the first Reddit post I sent, to enter the void and shift to my dr. It's truly mind-blowing how easy it all was.

I can vouch for this process. All you need are the two Reddit posts I shared, as the guide is highly regarded within the shifting community, along with a few trustworthy Tumblr bloggers. I've been part of the shifting community since 2017, so I've seen it all, and I managed to shift within just two and a half weeks of finding these resources. Even though I was struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts, I realized it doesn't have to hinder your journey.

I wanted to share my experience here, and I might make a post on Reddit too. However, they have become stricter with success stories due to anti-troll measures, and it takes weeks to even months for anything to be processed. So, I wanted to share my journey here first.

I also recommend this: https://www.reddit.com/r/shiftingrealities/s/daFCQdyHim because it helped me understand what shifting really is. Manifesting too!

Lastly I'm 26 years old, and I've noticed that Reddit tends to have a more adult audience compared to Tumblr. At first, it felt nice to be surrounded by fellow adults discussing shifting. On the other hand, seeing Tumblr mostly filled with teens and younger adults made me wonder if it's easier for them, especially without the weight of responsibilities that often come with age.

But let me tell you, age is not a factor that determines our success in shifting. Whether you're 13 or 55, it doesn't matter. This is something we can all engage in, no matter our age.

Sure, there might be some challenges that come with getting older. As we accumulate more life experiences, doubts tend to creep in, and we become more logical. But guess what? Those doubts and logical thinking don't define our ability to shift realities. They are simply hurdles for us to overcome.

Hi love! I've spent some time going through all the resources you shared, and they've been incredibly helpful! Actually i have seen that guide in so many places, and it's truly enlightening. Thank you for sharing these amazing tools with us!

And yes, I wholeheartedly agree with what you said. age and doubt really do have no place in our journey they really don’t matter in the grand scheme of things.

I used to engage with @theastralplaneandbeyond5487 on Amino and Reddit too. He also has an informative YouTube channel and is in his 50s, I believe. His experiences and insights are rlly helpful and further show that age is just a number in this journey.

His journey showed me that we can do whatever we we want , regardless of our age. It's a beautiful reminder that we're all capable of creating and experiencing whatever we want 🩵

Also omg my Reddit era in 2021 was so fun. I’m glad it’s still helping people though my views have definitely evolved :D!

[prettyb0ycvnt]

hi freaks of tumblr . here's my introduction post teeheehee <3

my name is aiden ! i am an eighteen year old queer trans man - pre-op and pre-t unfortunately ... but whatever im still hot. giggles and twirls hair.

more about me :3

☆ freakiest virgin you've ever met. i'd like that to CHANGE but uhhghhh the most i can get is freaks on tumblr (hit me up lalalala)

☆ real life prince charming pupboy :3 !!!

☆ literally not an ounce of dominance inside me at ALL i'm very submissive!!!! to an insane extent!!!

☆ bottom.

☆ perpetually in heat actually. need that to be rectified

☆ bst timezone. british twink moving like Oh Good Heavens... Oh My... Good Grief...

☆ my asks are open all the time to anyone! dms are open for mutuals only (i'm totally open to conversation & sharing things with moots as long as ur respectful!!). i prefer getting asks; i'm bad with managing messages. also feel free to dm or ask me stuff if you just wanna be friends!!! blank blogs do not message me it weirds me out x

☆ i'm a writer! my posts may tend to get real descriptive if i'm not hornied-out beyond all comprehensive thought!!

☆ i am transgender and a lot of the stuff i post will focus on this :3 !!! my posts will reference fem biology but i'm not a girl don't call me one or i'll rip my hair out and die.

☆ im a queer man !! still fully figuring out where my attraction lies but i do know i have a very heavy male pref. please don't repost my stuff if you're a cishet blogger or a 'men dni' blog im literally a. man and i love men and i talk about loving men and im the antithesis of everything u stand for . all queer freaks (including. wlw!!!) can do whatever they want with my posts :3

☆ some of my non-freakish interests include acting, literature, writing, baking, reading and certain fandoms that i don't want to explicitly reference in case this post appears to them uhm feel free to ask me about them!!!

claimed anons: 😵💫 ; 👾 ; 🪰; 🍁 ; ⚒ ; 🍓 ; 🐈‍⬛ ; 🎈

dni: minors, MAPs, bigots of any kind, trans fetishisers, ed & sh blogs, ageless blogs, weirdo freaks of the bad kind!!

tags

#☆ aiden's corner -> silly thoughts of mine!! sometimes they r Slightly lesser hornyposting... sometimes they're just funny things ithink of. sometimes its just me talking about whateva welcum to aiden's corner !!

#☆ aiden's freakish thoughts -> hornyposting to the maxxxx.... under this tag im a FREAAKKK

#☆ aiden's pics -> me lawl. usually just tummy :3

#☆ aiden's audio -> aiden whines like a bitch

#☆ reblogs -> stuff i find relatable or stuff i find super duper hot . perhaps both at the same time!!

#☆ anon -> answering anonymous asks!

#☆ asks -> when used alone, answering non-anon asks! also used in conjunction with #☆ anon :3

me if u even care

okay thats all i can think of rn ummm anyway. stuff i'm into & limits under the cut :3

i looove >_< !!!

praise, degradation, breeding, petplay, major voice kink!, exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation, objectification, free-use, cockwarming, royalty, dumbification, somnophilia, forcemasc and ummm probably more you should totes talk to me so we can find out!

limits >:[ !!!

detrans/misgendering, forced feminisation, scat, bestiality, watersports, blood, basically any bodily fluids that aren't cum or spit, intox related to alcohol specifically, anything to do with feet, feederism, weight gain/weight loss, incest/fauxcest, ageplay, rape, daddy/mommy, pregnancy, basically everything else that's super fucking weird and unethical. -> if you're into these things that's totally fine!! i'd just prefer they're not brought up in regards to myself ^_^

bodily terms for myself :3

not on t nor have i had surgery so i still very much have female parts and im fine with them being referred to as such!!! acceptable terms include cunt, pussy/boypussy, slit, hole, clit, chest, tits, (t-)cock& (t-)dick !! all i ask is that the term vagina is not used.

things i like being called >_<

please refer to me with masculine or neutral terms, nothing feminine. degrading terms like whore, bitch, slut and any other varieties (cumslut, etc.) are 100% okay! in fact please call me them!! praising terms like good boy are wooonderful. call me puppy/pup and ill explode and die (in a good way!!!) tbh literally call me anything as long as its not feminine and i'll love it. lalalalaa

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Do you think of Ginny as a “pick me girl”? Some of the things you say in your post makes her come across as that, which is sad since she is a strong female character and there’s so many m|m bloggers who shitting on strong female characters these days.

I don't know if you're just looking for a fight or if you're genuine, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt about this subject once.

Yes, I think Ginny comes off as a bit of a "pick me" which I already wrote about here, which I don't think was intentional on JKR's part. I don't think Ginny was intended to come off the way she did.

Like, Ginny in the early books is just, really boring, in my opinion. and I think Ginny in book 5 had the potential to be an interesting character. She had a good sense of humor and she seemed somewhat in line with the twins (though on the crueler side), but I despise Ginny of books 6 and 7.

Like, all power to you for like Ginny and her romance with Harry. Truly, have fun with your canon pairing, I wish you the best and that you find many fics that portray them just as you like to see them.

But I don't see them that way. I think Ginny is a badly written character, and I think her romance with Harry is similarly badly written. It has nothing to do with gay ships. Trust me, if Harry was written into a compelling romance with a well-written female character, I'd be all over that. But he wasn't.

I mean, hell, I don't even ship Drarry, which is the most popular gay ship for Harry because I don't like Draco much. I think he's written well for what he is in the story, but I just don't vibe with him.

Becouse I don't need an excuse to dislike a character or a pairing. I can give my reasons, I have them, but I'm (and anyone else is) allowed to say I just don't vibe with a character. Even if Ginny was the best-written character in literature (she isn't) and her romance with Harry was perfectly written (it isn't) I could still shit on her as much as I want to, you know why?

Becouse she's fictional.

Fictional characters can't be offended. You can't be mean to a fictional character. Because fictional characters don't have feelings. They're not real.

You can say you personally find it sad people don't like Ginny the way you do, and you can be personally disappointed — but it isn't objectively sad. It isn't sad for Ginny becouse Ginny isn't real and only real people have feelings. It's sad to you, that's your opinion.

I love Harry, he's my favorite and I made it no secret, but I have good irl friends who shit on him in casual conversation and I can laugh with them when they make a funny joke about him even when we disagree, you know why? — we agree to disagree. We know Harry is fictional and that he doesn't care. Because he isn't real, he can't care.

So, for me, it doesn't matter if you shit and hate on fictional characters and fictional relationships as long as you're decent to real people.

You aren't a misogynist for disliking a female fictional character. She's fictional. She isn't real. You would be a misogynist if you mistreated irl women because they're women. In the same vein, you aren't a homophobe for disliking a popular gay ship. You would be a homophobe if you mistreated irl gay people because of their sexuality. You aren't wrong for disliking a fictional character or ship for any reason, even if the reason is just "vibes". You would be a dick if you mistreated irl people because they don't think the same as you about a fictional character or ship.

I personally find it sad that fandom seems to have lost the ability to say "agree to disagree" and move on (if the ability ever existed in the first place). I follow some blogs who shit on HJP himself because they post other stuff I find compelling. I follow blogs that post a lot of Drarry because I like how they write Harry even if I don't really care for Draco. You can like someone and enjoy their writing and be friendly with them even if you don't agree with them on some fictional characters and fictional relationships. And if it really bothers you, you can block and move on as many of us do.

So yeah, I think Ginny comes off as a "pick me." I think she's a badly written character, and you can disagree with me on that, you can think she's a strong female character, but that's your opinion, not an objective truth. And I dislike her for being a badly written character, which, I assure you, is gender-natural.

I also think it's important to remember that at the end of the day, we're all just playing with dolls, and the only feelings that matter are those of real people.

[gulfiya007]

On lukola fandom

Here’s some venting about the lukola fandom, and its ways, and consequences, from an ordinary polin, Bridgerton and Luke fan.

Starting from the way Luke’s loved ones and friends are treated by its adherents. Especially his girlfriend. The hate towards her is visceral. The whole phenomenon of bullying and stalking someone just for existing and posting on their SM account from time to time probably needs to be studied by social studies scholars and parasocial relationship specialists, cause it’s new heights apparently.

So, what if she’s proud of Luke as her boyfriend and wants to show it? What if she wants to mark her territory sometimes, to which she has a right btw? What if she trolls haters and delusional IRL shippers occasionally? Hers is probably the most relatable behavior. I myself, as an introvert millennial who doesn’t run one single SM account and cringe from the exhibitionist nature of current SM posting practices, still recognize that there’s nothing unusual about that kind of posting per se. Why was Luke’s former gf, Jade, allowed to post him all the time (which is totally alright btw), but Antonia hinting at having, say, a dinner with Luke is shady, attention-seeking, desperate, needy and despicable?

It's not that I care particularly about her. In fact, I couldn’t care less if she’s replaced by Luke with some other woman in a couple of months or if she is his future wife and mother to his kids. I still believe, regardless of her status in the relationship, she deserves basic respect and decent treatment as a human being that we know pretty much nothing about. She does not deserve the vilification and demonization that she gets.

Luke too, has a right to privacy and respect for his personal choices that are nobody’s business. He owes no one anything in terms of disclosing his dating life and confirming his relationships. If for someone, Luke bringing the girl to almost all his travels and events with himself, is not a proof or statement in and of itself about her being his girlfriend, then that’s on them. No amount of intentional misreading and skewed takes on photos will trump this simple fact.

Also please don’t bring up virtue signaling and other cancel culture stupidities, such as moral judgements passed on Luke and his close ones for political or other values purportedly held by them, of which we in fact know zilch. It’s clear that this is just another useful tool in a shipping crusade.

Nicola too, deserves, for a change, to have her numerous statements taken seriously. Let alone, privacy. She’s being stalked by her so-called fans to insanity. I am sure she, to put it mildly, is uncomfortable about her “queen” and “goddess” status among the cultists, and being a projection vessel for a myriad of sad women. Cause she knows very well this type of passionate idolatry is an inch away from hate, and the plus sign switches to a minus sign the minute she does something not to their liking, a wrong brand or person supported, or not enough disciplining of Luke is exercised. The most delusional thing about lukolas is them truly believing themselves to be Nic’s or Luke’s fans.

Which brings us to the crux of the matter. That IRL shipping is bad, period. Some lukola bloggers on tumblr, TT and IG half-heartedly try to reign in and admonish the more unhinged segment of the fandom by telling them to behave and not bring their bul..t to the actors' feet. However, this is what the lukola discourse platforms, by simply existing, still do - breed crazy fan behavior. Because the problem lies in the belief system itself. No amount of reservations, house-keeping and discipline by lukola discourse 'leaders' will do away with the tenets and premises of this religion that seep through and twist every discussion and speculation about the figures involved (Luke, Nic, etc). Since every reasoning should work towards a certain end goal, all means and distortions are good to achieve it. Finding faults with Luke's character and behavior and demanding a 'redemption' from him, hating and criticizing Luke's friends and family, attributing motivations to the actors and their loved ones that best suit theories, online stalking etc. A myth about Luke ever publicly stating he was single during promo, a ridiculous myth about Bridgerton cast and showrunners shipping lukola (news flash – nobody in the cast cares about their co-stars’ private lives, stop the kindergarten), or the “papgate” affecting in any way Luke’s job prospects. Myths upon myths that build the house of cards of the lukola dogma. I myself wouldn’t care a damn about this fandom if it really contained itself to its close corners and group chats, however, unsurprisingly, they spill over in a grand fashion and permeate all discourse.

You really believe the innocent delulu fangirling has no by-products? These are the staple manifestations of the lukola and of any IRL shipping fandom, and popular lukola theorists are pretty successful in justifying and reinforcing them. And it should not be surprising that some followers, the most zealous and stupid ones, take it too far and actually harass people and be annoying in SM.

As a Luke and polin fan, I am annoyed by this, but I am 100% sure this sh*t is affecting the actors, and you all can kiss goodbye to the chemistry between Luke and Nic naturally displayed during promo. I am sure polin will not be affected, for L and N are excellent actors and friends, but you all soon will look sadly back to S3 promo tour as magic that will never come back.

[krystella-shifts]

Hi holy shit ok. Idk who else to send this too because I'm unsure about the new blogs on here but I used to be a big blog on loablr before I deactivated in 202...3 I think. Anyway. I recently got back into this because I fully crashed out and decided I wanted my dream life more than I ever have. I made a Pinterest board called "peep game lock in fr" (lmao) and filled it with my dream body, life, friends, money, job, etc etc. I've looked at it religiously since about 3 days ago. I listened to Edward Art again as a refresher, and because I've been around here before it was easy to get back into the swing of stuff. Today was a slightly doubtful day but nothing much.

I am being deadly serious here, I'm not manifesting or scripting, I swear on me and my dog's life here: I have two money-related pins, one showing 10,000 pounds and the other showing 20,000. TELL ME WHY. TELL ME WHY my boyfriend suddenly texts "babe. I'm getting paid at the end of the month and I would never usually do this but I'm going to send you 10,000 pounds to put in your savings." FUCKING WHAT. He has a part-time job and the most I've ever seen in his active account was 2,000. (I was crying real tears going "oh my god. Oh my god it worked.") Bear in mind I don't have a job, I am (was) completely down-to-pennies broke, I'm a uni student, and I've been manifesting for ages but this time. This time it worked within 3 days.

I was like "oh my god babe why??" And he was like "I've been saving to give you stuff so we can buy a house." AGAIN. FLOORED. I have two house-related pins. I'm crying while texting him. He goes "I've been saving my own, and together we'd have 20,000 thereabouts." FUCKING GAGGED. I'm laughing and crying at the same time. How has this worked????? How has he revealed this to me when I started living from the end?

Ok, but what about my other pins? Again, I'm swearing on me and my dog's life; my skin's cleared up after ages, I'm skinnier, I finally have plans to go to the gym after manifesting it for ages, I am getting a ps5, I'm texting a potential new friend, and my brows and lashes have gotten thicker. I am being an adult about this; this isn't wishful thinking or confirmation bias but all of this has been dumped on me since I started 3 days ago. THREE DAYS. THREE. Some things haven't manifested yet but I'm goddamn sure they will after this lmao.

Somehow there are still doubts like "did I really do this????" But the timing and amounts are just... Too perfect. I'm excited for the future, when 3 days ago I was depressed. I'm going to stick around here but oh my god. It worked. I'm in disbelief.

Anyway my advice would be to make a Pinterest board lmao. It worked for me!!!

GIRL YOU SLAYYY 😭🫂💞 And thanks for choosing my blog for this OMG??? And don't mind DMing me cuz WHICH BIG BLOGGER ARE YOU 🧐 (Jk you don't have to tell) I think the deactivation of your acc was like a break you needed 😭 (stop overconsuming y'all it's better to focus on actually living your dream life (I'm looking at you my bestfriend 💀)) and YOU DID MANIFEST IT SLAY GIRLY QUEEN BESTIE don't doubt it! Doubt the doubts cuz "i doubt that it's just a damn coincidence. I definitely did it!!!" And that's exactly what I talk aboutttt 😭 you don't have to lift a finger bro just do what you like (eg making a pinterest board or scripting etc) IT'S SUPER EASY AND EFFORTLESS MANIFESTATION IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNNN! And yeah live in the end who cares when you have your desires stop overthinking.

THANK YOU BESTIEEE CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR NEW HOME 👏🏻🥳🎉 Goodluck

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[whispersofalostsoul]

RUNAWAY

Summary: Image if Lando Norris has follen in love for the first time….with a woman that he never thought he could fall for… and when his whole world turns upside down, he finds himself alone…once more...

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(Please leave comments to help me improve my story ! Would also love to hear your opinions ! thank you !)

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Chapter 1 - Encunter --- https://www.tumblr.com/whispersofalostsoul/756913230598815744/runaway?source=share

Chapter2 - Belgium ---https://www.tumblr.com/whispersofalostsoul/757021516150030336/runaway?source=share

Chapter 3 - Dinner --- https://www.tumblr.com/whispersofalostsoul/757096323375824896/runaway?source=share

Chapter 4 - The fight --- https://www.tumblr.com/whispersofalostsoul/757270709880930304/runaway?source=share

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Chapter 5 - Sleeping in

Dalia was astonished that so much had transpired in just three days; it felt like an eternity to her. Oscar had offered her a ride back to the UK on his private jet, but she turned him down. She didn't want to risk being photographed with him, and more importantly, she wanted to steer clear of making excuses to her team, especially to avoid Noah's sharp-tongued remarks. With the F1 summer break underway, Lando had mentioned in an interview that he intended to travel extensively, hopping between Spain, Greece, and of course, Portugal. Time has slipped away, and not a single message or call from him has come through. She knows she shouldn't be waiting for him to make the first move; after all, it was her harsh words that drove a wedge between them, causing her to lose everything they had built in that brief moment. The weight of the workday was becoming increasingly burdensome, with piles of materials needing editing after the hectic race week. With a deep sigh, she reclined in her chair, just as Noah leaned in and asked, "Hey, would you like to join me for a small party tonight?" It turned out one of his friends was celebrating a birthday at a cozy bar downtown, and Dalia thought this might be the perfect opportunity to lift her spirits and embrace a more positive outlook.

The journey lasted almost an hour, and as Noah drove, it felt like they were leaving London and heading towards the suburbs. "Change of plans," he explained as he double-checked his GPS. "The bar was fully booked, so Dean decided to move the party to his grandma's house on the outskirts." This made Dalia a little anxious. When she thought the bar was in the city center, she was comforted by the idea that she could easily take public transport home if she had enough. But now, she was relying on Noah, which didn't make her feel very secure. The gathering turned out to be larger than anticipated, leaving Dalia feeling overwhelmed. She sought refuge next to Noah as he began mingling with the crowd. A friend of her colleague noticed her presence and jokingly remarked, "Well, well, look who we have here. It's been ages since I've seen you with a lady!" Noah chuckled in response, subtly introducing Dalia by placing his arm around her shoulders, an action that sent a ripple of discomfort through her. 

As the night went on, Dalia's discomfort continued to increase. Initially, she thought it was due to her negative mental state, which made it difficult for her to connect with Noah's acquaintances. However, as time passed, she realized that the issue lay with these individuals. They were rude and acted like bullies, many of them being journalists or bloggers who enjoyed gossiping about celebrities. It dawned on her that her own words towards Lando mirrored the toxic gossip these people engaged in. She was repulsed by this revelation, realizing Noah had influenced her negatively. Dalia was taken aback when she overheard a tipsy girl launching into a tirade against Lando. Unable to stay silent any longer, she immediately sprang to his defense. The onlookers were taken aback and chuckled at her strong protectiveness towards him. "Careful, guys, she might be sleeping with him," Noah teased from the back. Surprised by his disgusting comment, Dalia shot him a fierce look before making her way to the door.

Noah hurriedly followed her, struggling to maintain his composure. "Hey, Hey, hey, what's gotten into me?" she shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's more like what's gotten into you! Why do you always have to make those kinds of assumptions about me?" Tears welled up in her eyes. Noah ran a hand through his hair, expressing regret. "Please, just come back inside," he implored as they both stood outside the house. "No, I want to go home," she insisted. "Well, clearly I can't drive you back," he admitted, indicating his intoxicated state. "Let's stay here for the night," he said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. He moved closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and suggested, "We can share a bed," leaning in for a kiss, his breath warm on her skin. Dalia's heart raced, caught off guard by his sudden boldness. She quickly jumped back, her instincts kicking in and her mind racing with a mix of surprise and indignation. In one swift motion, she firmly slapped him across the face, the sound echoing in the stillness of the dark front garden.

He took a step back, his expression changing from surprise to irritation. He rubbed his cheek and said coldly "fine! then find your own way home" before walking away. Dalia took a deep breath, her heart racing from both adrenaline and a whirlwind of emotions. She had the urge to cry for numerous reasons - She misjudged Lando because of his celebrity status, only to realize that he wasn't the one who mistreated her, but the shallow and manipulative Noah, who fed her all of those toxic thoughts. She was also stranded in the dark suburbs with no ride. She fought back tears, knowing she needed to figure out who to reach out for help. Her first instinct was to call Lando, but he was probably still upset with her and enjoying, at this very moment a night out somewhere in southern Europe. After a moment of thought, she dialed a number and waited for a response.

When the clock struck 2 am, the cold began to settle in. Dalia's sleeveless white dress was doing little to keep her warm, but she'd rather freeze than go back into that house. After what felt like an eternity, she heard a car crunching over the gravel, and headlights lit up the area. The car pulled up to the gate, and Oscar jumped out, frantically looking for her. "Are you okey ? What happened ?" he asked, holding her shoulders with concern. Dalia knew she couldn't keep it from him; she had to explain why she called him so late and had him come all this way. So, she opened up about everything that went down with Noah. Oscar, fuming, looked towards the house and snarled, "Where's that jerk?" Dalia quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him from going after Noah. She knew that violence wouldn't solve anything and all she wanted in that moment is to get as far as possible from that place.

The ride in the car was quiet. Oscar didn't want to bring up what happened, so they drove in silence. Dalia found solace in Oscar's jacket as she leaned against the window, eventually feeling safe enough to close her eyes. Unbeknownst to her, she slept for the entire journey. When she felt the car stop, Dalia woke up suddenly. "Hey, it's okay," Oscar reassured her in a soft voice. "Where are we?" she asked, looking around the dimly lit underground parking lot. "I wasn't sure where you lived, and you were asleep, so I brought us back to my place," he explained apologetically. "If you're uncomfortable, I can take you home now." Dalia appreciated the offer of company at that moment, feeling a sense of security with Oscar, so she shook her head and thanked him for the invitation. 

His place was way bigger than her office, and it was super tidy, which totally matched Oscar's vibe. He ordered some food and got the guest room ready for her. He even lent her some of his clothes to keep her comfy and plopped down on the couch, opening up the takeout boxes. They were joking around and laughing about random stuff, chatting about F1 and other silly topics, but Oscar had one question nagging at him. When he finally mustered the guts, he asked her while munching on a chicken wing, "So, you like Lando?" He said it softly, trying not to look her way so she wouldn't feel awkward. "Yeah," she replied quietly. "I couldn't help but overhear what you said to him back in the club," Oscar chimed in. Dalia's expression suddenly froze. "About us drivers being rich playboys," he teased with a playful grin, watching her cheeks turn red. "I'm sorry" she stuttered, trying to regain her composure. "I didn't mean to imply that you all fit that stereotype."Oscar chuckled, the sound light and infectious. "Oh, but you have to admit, some of us do live that lifestyle." He ran his fingers through his hair and said, "But not Lando," biting his lip and already regretting his honesty. Leaning his head against the couch corner, he stared up at the ceiling. "I've known that muppet for a couple of years now, and yeah, I get that his first impression is kinda similar to yours. I mean, with all those parties and events he goes to. But honestly..." He paused and smiled. "He's really just a soft-hearted hopeless romantic." Turning to look at her, he grinned, "He just hasn't found his true love yet." Dalia's demeanor softened. She remembered the words she had said to him and how harsh they were. Perhaps he was just being a good friend to her, maybe his true love was Magui and he was slowly opening up to her. Regardless, she knew what was important: "I need to apologize," she said aloud. Oscar rose from the couch and smiled at her warmly."It's late now, the conversation can wait. You should get some rest."

IShe had the most restful sleep she'd had in ages. The guest room bed was unexpectedly cozy, and the sheets were so soft, it felt like she was floating on air. As she heard some sounds coming from the kitchen, she knew Oscar was already awake, likely preparing breakfast or brewing a fresh pot of coffee. The thought of his cheerful presence and the aroma of something delicious wafting through the air filled her with warmth and anticipation. "Good morning"  Dalia greeted Oscar with cheerful smile. He motioned for her to sit at the table where he had prepared a scrumptious breakfast. "and voila!" he exclaimed with a grin, placing an extra plate of egg, cheese, and English muffins in front of her. "Wow, this looks amazing!" Dalia exclaimed, taking in the sight and smell of the delicious meal before her. She couldn't help but feel touched by Oscar's gesture of preparing breakfast for her. Moments into their peaceful breakfast, the doorbell chimed and Oscar sprang up to answer it. "Hey," a familiar voice rang out, sending a shiver down Dalia's spine. She felt her heart skip a beat, a mix of anticipation and anxiety flooding her senses as she set down her fork, her appetite suddenly forgotten."Thanks for lending me this, mate..." he began, his voice trailing off as he turned to face the room. His eyes widened in shock when they landed on Dalia, who stood frozen in place, caught between surprise and a rush of emotions.

The air thickened with unspoken words and lingering glances, as the tension in the room shifted. Dalia could feel the weight of Lando's gaze, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. The warmth of the breakfast they had been enjoying faded into the background, replaced by the electric charge of an unexpected reunion. "What are you doing here ?" Lando finally found his voice. "Oh, she stayed over last night," Oscar replied casually, as he moved the box from the counter to the corner. Lando's breath caught in his throat, barely managing to whisper, "What?" His gaze darted from Dalia's face to her attire, realizing she was dressed in Oscar's clothes. A whirlwind of thoughts flooded his mind, emotions swinging from hurt to anger to sheer disbelief. Lando's heart raced, each beat echoing the questions that spiraled in his mind. How could she? How could they? 

Lando's fists clenched at his sides as he struggled between confronting them and walking away. He knew he shouldn't interfere, especially since Dalia had expressed her lack of interest. Overwhelmed with emotions, Lando turned and left. Oscar noticed the mixed feelings on Dalia's face. He propped himself up on the counter, and as she looked at him, he flashed a bright smile and said, "I think it's time for that conversation." Just as she was about to reply, Lando popped back in, strolled over to Dalia, took her hand, and dragged her out of the house.

[enriquemzn262]

It’s turboweeb shit time, so be advised.

Anyway, with the new anime season finally settled, let me share with you what I’m watching, or what I at least tried, so in case any of this is of your interest, you may check out:

Mayonaka Punch

A v-blogger has a falling out with her old friends, leaves her channel and accidentally gets involved with lesbian vampires, who now join her in her quest to reach one million subscribers in order to take revenge on her former partners, with the promise that once she does, she will let the main horny lesbian vampire suck her dry (of blood).

Great animation, weirdly deep character developments, an underlying plot of anxiety and denial, and even an exploration of what happens when an immortal vampire gets too close to the spotlight, all the while keeping an overall comedic energy.

8/10, its an original anime so the story will probably warp up by the time the season ends, hopefully they don’t fuck up the landing.

Dead Dead Demon's Dededede Destruction

Aka DDDD

What I originally wrote off because I’m sick and tired of high school anime, it turned out to be quite the fascinating show about life after an alien invasion, with tons of Roadside Picnic vibes, a great cast of screwball characters who are actually as relatable as they are realistic, and for once its a show set in high school that doesn’t give a single shit about glorifying that era of education, you will not see any mention of any school council, festival or any of that tired nonsense.

Plus, there’s always an inherent darkness brewing around the story, with episodes 0 basically setting up how everything will go to shit at some point, and the story slowly moving towards that endgame, it’s great!

Oh, and if you’re a fan of Doraemon, you’ll be pleasantly surprised too.

10/10, I’m absolutely glued!

No Longer Allowed in Another World

In an era where there’s 10 million isekais about the most boring male main characters who go into your standard fantasy world to get harems and be overpowered, here we have a story in which the MC actually wanted to die (by double suicide with his lover), and accidentally got summoned into said standard world, only to say fuck it, I want to die, you fuckers deal with this shit on your own.

No overpowers, no useless harems, no boring MCs, it’s so far a hilarious story about the one guy completely incapable of playing along with the world, and how said world, which keeps getting standard boring guys who do fuckall and just end up indulging in their newfound powers, deals with him, including the love interest, which the guy barely acknowledges, and the standard cute cat girl that’s now the jobber of the group.

7/10, could have tried to make a more unique world, oh well.

Shikanoko Nokonoko Koshitantan

Not gonna lie, I too fell for the earworm of a theme song that dominated memes for a good month before release, and while it does have its moments, it hasn’t really lived up to the potential of it’s wacky premise, mainly because it tries too hard to go for the “cute girls doing cute things” angle, instead of completely embracing the batshit insanity that pops up in every episode.

I’ll still watch it, if anything, I want to see what else they come up with in between the boring school life shit.

6/10, needs more nuclear deer antlers.

Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings in Russian

There’s a good number of romcoms this season, and while all are set in high schools, since DDDD showed me there was a chance I could watch a show set in one and not deal with the usual bullshit, I gave it a watch.

It deals with the usual bullshit of school councils, school festivals, clubs and the like.

Honestly, the russian part is what made it somewhat interesting, but that hasn’t led nowhere, so now I have a female love interest that’s nothing more than your standard tsundere, and your standard male lead who at least doesn’t lack a backbone, but that overall remains boring.

5/10, the weird sister is the only interesting thing, but in a car crash sort of way, may end up dropping it if they actually try to be serious with her.

Too Many Losing Heroines

It’s garbage, had an interesting setting of following girls who are basically third wheels in their own love stories, and it could have worked, have they not chosen to tell the story from the point of view of the most boring, spineless, stuttering betamale in existence, the usual curse of the romcom, somehow turned up to 11.

It’s a pity really, overall the animation is really good, and while it gets too horny for its own good many times, it’s still cute to see those girls dealing with their unanswered feelings, a pity we can’t just follow them and instead have to stick with mister whatshisface.

3/10, dropped it after not being able to finish the latest episode (4? 5? I can’t be arsed to check), seriously, just write off the dude and the show will at least be 6/10.

I tried a couple more shows, and iseaki I didn’t know was one that I dropped after the first episode (oh no, I’m actually trapped in a VR game!!1exclamation point), and another about a drunk V-tuber who reinvents herself around alcoholism (good premise, extremely boring execution).

Not gonna lie, I only really like the first two, the other two may drop the ball really soon, and I’m another school council episode away from dropping the russian girl one, so overall it’s been a pretty underwhelming season.

Do watch DDDD though, that one truly is the absolute gem of this season!

[mochinek0]

Chat Noir vs Adrien Agreste

"Adrien, Adrien, Adrien." Chat Noir whined, "All the girls are fighting over him. No one's fighting over me. Yet, I'm so much more sophistiCATed, funnier, and definetly better dressed than him." in front of the school.

Marinette giggled, "I'll fight for you, Chat Noir!"

Many students were shocked by her decleration. They knew that she liked Adrien Agreste, but here she was saying that she preffered Chat Noir over him! Chat Noir smiled and walked over to her. They all witnessed as hero hugged her and the blush that crossed her cheeks. The students couldn't help but wonder: 'Maybe Marinette has a thing for blondes?'

"This is why you are my Princess." Chat Noir whispered, low enough for only Marinette to hear.

Chat Noir pulled away and smiled. He gracefully swept himself into a bow and kissed her hand. With a wink, he quickly left. Marinette just stood here waving 'bye' to the empty air.

"Hey." Alya spoke, snapping Mari out of her stupor, "What did he say to you? I saw his lips move."

Marinette smiled, "He told me 'thank you'. I-I guess he really needed to hear it."

"So?" Alya goaded, her confused friend, "New feelings?"

"Ch-Chat?" Mari stuttered out, "You-You think I like Chat Noir?"

"You chose him over Adrien." her best friend pointed out.

"I like him over Ladybug." Marinette declared.

"Why him?" the blogger asked.

Mari smiled, "He makes akumas not seem so scary."

Adrien couldn't wait to see Marinette the next day at school. He had been so happy that she had chosen Chat Noir over his model self.

"Hey, Marinette!" Adrien shouted, waving happily.

Marinette walked right passed him and towards the classroom.

'What?'

Adrien tried all day to talk to her. He'd wave to her. He would wait by her locker. He even saved her a seat at lunch, but she pretended like he wasn't there. Try as he might, he couldn't think of what he had done or said for her to ignore him. It was just like when they met and he hated it! Adrien quickly ran after her when the bell had rung to go home. He spotted her in the courtyard and stopped in front of her.

"Marinette!" Adrien shouted.

"Yes?" she jumped back, almost colliding with his chest.

"You're ignoring me!" he stated.

"FUR a good reason." she smiled.

'Wait! Did she just pun?'

Adrien quickly cleared his mind and pleaded, "What? What did I do? Why? Please, just tell me!"

"You didn't read the shirt?" Marinette questioned.

'Shirt?'

Adrien took a step back to get a look at her shirt. It was black and read: 'Team sophistiCATed' in green. He could feel his cheeks turning pink.

"Sorry, Adrien." Mari spoke, before walking around him, "It's nothing PURR-sonal."

Adrien quickly rushed to his car and smiled happily in his seat.

'Marinette puns! How did I not know this? It makes her ten times cuter!'

"Princess." Chat whispered, knocking on her skylight.

"Chat Noir." Marinette smiled, inviting him in, "I know it's not perfect, but-

"What's not PURRfect?" he questioned.

Mari rolled her eyes, "I made this shirt last night. I was sort of inspired by what you said."

Chat looked over the shirt a bit more. He could see it was a solid black shirt. The green lettering was a bit sparkly and the pun was in capital letters to get the point across.

"I love it." Chat smiled, "Is it alright if I take a picture with you?"

"Sure." Marinette answered.

"Say 'cupcake'." he smiled.

"Cupcake!" Marinette repeated.

Chat was quick to place a light kiss on her cheek, just as he took the picture. Marinette turned to him and blushed.

"Thank you." he spoke, "That shirt really made my day."

"You're welcome, Chat." she replied, "I might have ignored my friend, Adrien, today because of the shirt."

"Adrien Agreste; the model?" he asked.

Marinette nodded and blushed. Chat Noir began to laugh.

"Did you explain why you ignored him?" Chat questioned.

"Afterschool." she winced, "I thought he had seen my shirt, but he hadn't. He actually confronted me because I was ignoring him."

Chat just listened to her ramble.

"I feel really bad, but I wanted to make a point." she continued.

He pulled her into his arms and held her.

"I think he understands." he whispered, "You can always apologize tomorrow, if you feel like it. I know I'd be a little sad if you ignored me, Princess."

"Okay." Marinette answered, "I'll just warn him that if I wear the shirt, I'm not talking to him."

Chat Noir chuckled and squeezed another hug out of her.

"Now, let's see if I can get you some real cupcakes."

"Yes!" he cried out.

Marinette laughed and went downstairs for sweets. Chat Noir looked down at the picture he had taken. He had timed it perfectly. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling and his lips were barely pressed against her cheek. They looked happy.

'You really are special to me, Marinette. I'm glad someone sees beyond all the perfectness.'

"I found some cupcakes!" Marinette cried, announcing her arrival.

Chat Noir closed his baton and placed it in it's holder.

"Yay!" he cried out, happily.

"Adrien, I wanted to apologize about yesterday." Marinette began to ramble, "I wanted Chat Noir to know he was important, too. Not that I'm saying you're not important! You're my friend and I support you, but sometimes it seems like people only like Ladybug; not Chat Noir. Not that there's anything wrong with being a model!"

Adrien just stood there as Mari continued to compliment both sides of himself.

'She's so cute when she's trying to figure out what to say and not hurt anyone.'

Adrien quickly hugged her. He felt Marinette freeze in his arms.

"I understand, Marinette." Adrien reassured her, "It's okay."

He immediatley felt her relax into the hug. He smiled as he felt her small arms wrap around him.

"I was confused, but you explained it." he continued.

Adrien froze when he felt Marinette mumble something into his chest.

"What?" the model asked, pulling back a bit.

Marinette mumbled again.

"Sorry, Marinette. I still couldn't hear u." Adrien spoke.

Mari took a deep breath and shouted, "If I wear the shirt again, I'm ignoring you!"

Everyone froze.

'Was Marinette that big of a fan of Chat Noir?'

"I can live with that. Maybe we should start a Chat Noir fan club." Adrien laughed, "You think he would let me wear one of your shirts, if it's to promote him?"

Marinette giggled as Adrien led her to the class, talking about Chat Noir.

"I can't tell if Marinete has Chat Noir and Adrien fighting over her." declared Rose.

"I don't know, either." answered Alya.

Soon, there was a secret poll going around the school on who they thought Marinette should end up with. To no one's surprise, it was a tie. It looked like Marinette, Adrien, and Chat Noir were the deciding factor. Now, if only one of them would make a move!

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[jessythebunny]

💐 Welcome to my fandoms house 💐

Finaly you made it here and i'm so happy because you decided to follow me and i hope you enjoy your stay🐰✨

Everybody is welcome here except Homophobes, racists, Pedophiles, Proshippers, Gacha heaters, and all the nasty people in general

So in this blog i make a lot of things here like memes, arts,edits, ect, sometimes they look good, sometimes they look cringe🙂🙂

Also i'm in love with James. He is the one who will be more present in this blog, sorry not sorry!!

And also these things here bellow👇🏻👇🏻:

I can do:

Tweening/animation

Drawing arts(even with bases or without them)

SFW (make characters kissing,marking echothers, moaning...)

Drawing simple backgrounds

Art requests

Art commissions

Things i can't do:

Gacha heat

Gacha cringe

Drawing diffecult backgrounds(like forests/cities/beaches, i really need Pinterest so bad😭)

Drawing animals(don't worry I am learning now)

Animate eyes

NSFW (18+)

Letting my oc's naked

🚫 But this blog is also contains swears, yeah a very ✨MOROCCAN✨ swearing, yep i like swearing a lot (But not to this degree), so if you have nothing nice to say here just leave my blog or block me IDFC 🚫

🎧°•My bio and information•°🖤:

🌺Name: Jessy the bunny or Jess in short🎧

🎧real name: N/A🌺

🎧age: 17 yo🌺

🎧birthday: December 1st🌺

🎧nationality: Moroccan🇲🇦🌺

🎧Zodiac: Sagittarius♐🌺

🎧Favorite food/drink: pizza and cola🌺

🎧Favorite color: green/black/brown🌺

🎧Pronouns:She/her/they/them🌺

🎧Gender: 🩶🤍🩷demi-girl🩷🤍🩶🌺

🎧MBTI: INTP🌺

🎧LGBT: 💜🤍asexual🩶🖤🌺

🎧hobbies: drawing/cooking/reading books and manhwas(especially the yaoi/yuri ones👀💦)/doing Gacha videos and art/writing stories/listening to music/swimming/animating/tweening🌺

🎧favorite shows: Thomas and friends, happy tree friends, dragon ball, smurfs, south park, lazy town,Hazbin hotel, Halluva boss, the owl house, the amazing world of Gumball, the amazing digital circus...🌺

🎧fears: dark, insects, social phobia, bullying (yeah i'm weak),being ignored, men(irl)🌺

🎧likes: Chocalate, cookies, sleeping, Science and Biology, English, watching videos or making them, anything sweet, my kitten and baby hamster, plants, the sea🌺

🎧dislikes: butter(i'm allergic),Maths and physics, Injustice and insult, school(yeah i hate school soooooooo much because of those fucking classmates), Sports, thomas and friends AEG,making friends irl because they are treacherous,spicy food, not getting enough attention🌺

🎧features: Nervous, introverted, depressed, funny, shy, autistic, ADHD, Have a short tempere, Anxiety🌺

🎧I'm a young artist, plz don't judge me!!!🌺

🎧my DMs are always open, but mostly for commissions🌺

🎧I'm also calling someone who's older than me by mr or miss as a respect for them🌺

✏️°•Extra Information and rules•°✏️:

💚I'm a little bad at English, so you may find some spelling and grammatical errors, so I sometimes use a translator

🖤Don't ask me hateful or disgusting questions, otherwise I will block you

💚I swear a lot, but it's not because I'm rude or something, it's because I'm nervous and I don't control myself, but that doesn't mean I'm mad or upset with you, so don't get me wrong

🖤I don't interact with many people, including: kids (under 13), NSFW bloggers, Zionists, proshippers, pedos, gacha heaters...

💚Don't spam my inbox, if you ask me very much or asking me something multiple times, I'll ignore it and I'll never answer it!

🖤don't steal/repost/copy/use my art without my permission, if you want to use my art as a pfp, ect, ask me first and credit me

💚I have Instagram, Youtube, Tiktok, Pinterest, whatsapp channel,Facebook and discord, so if you saw my art in another social, tell me immediately I will deal with it

🖤I still have some difficulties in drawing, so sometimes I have to use drawing bases to practice, so don't attack me please!

💚Although I like to draw cute things, on the other hand, this blog contains mature content, such as blood, cursing, and some chaotic thirst so be careful.

🖤for the art trade, if you want to do an art trade with me, you must be my mutuel, if you're not I won't accept to do an art trade with you.

💚as for commissions, If you want to commission me, you must be genuine and honest about it and not deceive me, otherwise I'll block you!! But if you'll be late in doing it or don't have the capabilities, there is no problem!

🖤if you're being rude to me, you're not welcome and I'll block you

💚Don't ask me about face reveal in private, even if you're close to me, I won't do this because I won't feel comfortable

🖤In this blog, you have the right to express your opinion, but don't interfere with mine because everyone has their own opinion and we must respect it!!

⚠️°•TW•°⚠️:

Swears

Gore/blood

Sexual themes

Violence

Bad grammar

Cringe behaviors

SFW (safe for work)

Vent

Simping (uhm fuck)

🤍°•FAQs•°💛:

🌟Q:what's your favorite fandom?

A: thomas and friends and this blog will be based with it thank you very much✨✨

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🌟Q: what's your favorite characters from your favorite fandom?

A: James, Duck, Thomas, Gordon, Percy, Oliver and Toad, Donald and Douglas, Marion, Skiff

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🌟Q: As for the engines, in their human form, can they fuck or reproduce?

A: Unfortunately, they can fuck whatever or whenever they want but they can't reproduce or have kids because they don't have biological hormones or DNA or whatever it's called like a normal human being

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🌟Q: what are the ages in your Au?

A: 3 years until 60 years, There are those who are older than this, but I limit myself to these ages because I want them to be limited

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🌟Q: what are your self insert's sexualities?

A: Every self insert into a random fandom has its own sexuality, for example my versions, I can't let all my versions being Asexual, bc if I let them it'll be boring so I tried to diversify their sexualities, for example Soft Jessy is lesbian, Bad Jessy is trans, Galaxy is pan, ect...

But fo the other fandoms I usuelly let them bi or pan or even straight to make sure that everyone has its lover/soulmate/partner/boyfriend/girlfriend...

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🌟Q: how did you make your Oc's and are they real or imagined?

A: I made them randomly so that I don't feel like I'm filming the videos alone and that they aren't real people, I made them according to their personality, their life, the story of their past, etc.

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🌟Q: who are your besties?

A: 🎧@miasonyson🎧

💞@lovable-chica💞

💎@asktoyokoakemi💎

💜@viktuurishipper96💜

🎀@bertramtheoldwarrior🎀

🌠@blueskygirl22🌠

🎩 @jammyjams1910🎩

💖@just-an-emily-existing💖

💟@prometheus2007💟

🐾 @thefluffyrailway-official 🐾

👁@tttemeetsthestarskys👁

🧁@sugar-miss1🧁

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🌟Q: are you doing art requests?

A: yes I do them,like if someone asks me to draw anything about TTTE Au or other fandoms Aus, But for their Oc's they just have to wait until June because it's summer and i will be active anytime

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🌟Q: Are you gonna do art commissions?

A: Yes, I do them and I really want to, because I need some money to help my parents, so now I am waiting for someone to ask me

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🌟Q: How tall are the engines?

A: Well, in terms of height, the shortest is Toad and Percy is the second shortest engine and he's almost 5’8ft,and the tallest engine is Gordon, The flying scottsman, Spencer and Diesel 10.Their hight is 7’11ft because they're big and tender engines

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🌟Q: What are your favorite ttte ships?

A: None, I'm a multishipper XD, but here are some of them:

❤James x Emily💚

💙Thomas x Rosie🩷

💙Gordon x Rebecca💛

💚Duck x Oliver💚

💚Henry x Hiro🖤

💙Edward x Molly💛

💙Sir Handel x Peter Sam💚

🧡Rusty x Duncan💛

💚Luke x Millie💙

🖤Diesel x Mavis💛

....

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🌟Q: Does Lady's magical dust have any benefit or any influence on the rest of the engines?

A: Yes, it definitely has a benefit for the engines. Thanks to it, it can save them from becoming victims of scrap, or if something physically harms them in their human form, it comes and treats them because ordinary doctors cannot treat human engines

🎀°•some basics of my Au•°🎀:

🌟some of my oc's transform into their true forms for many special reasons, for example demons, wolves, rabbits, etc., but the duration of this transformation is specific

🌟These reasons in particular may be either psychological, such as sadness, shame, and the desire to feel lonely and calm, or physical reasons

🌟The characters are distinguished from each other by their superpowers and magic, which makes them 100% different from ordinary humans

🌟Each one of us has his own personality, and this is the result of their personalities and feelings being different

🌟Characters can fuse and create new characters, but only if three basic conditions are met: If the two characters have a relationship of love, brotherhood, or strong friendship, If these conditions are not met, they will not be able to fuse

🌟ech character has a rival with another character, The reasons are as follows: Either he had a bad past, or that person was famous and forgot about his friend, and so on

🌟as for the humanized engines, their blood is a bit darker than a normal human being, and also if they lost anything or got cut like if they lost their arm or their leg or anything, don't worry, Lady is here for help

🌟and also they can eat, drink, wash their teeth,taking shower, and almost anything about humans, but the only thing that they don't do in their human form is breeding and reproduction, and the engines in their human form become even more stronger so they can done their jobs very fast and easely.

💗🌟Thank you so much for your time and reading this and i hope you enjoy your stay here again ^^🌟💗

✍🏻°•My Au's headcanons+Refs+ Stories•°🩷 :

❇️°•Commission info•°❇️

🌟°•Original oc's•°🌟

🚂°•Original engines•°🚂

🌹°•other social medias•°🎧

💞°•Official ships•°💞

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💫°•Some fandoms i drew•°💫

🖤°•Douglas and Oliver headcanons•°💚

🌈°•original face expressions+color pallet chart•°✨

💐°•Self inserts•°💐

🎀°•Some random ttte headcanons•°☁

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🚂°•The main 12 steam team•°🚂

📖°•ttte fanlore/AUs/fanfics/crossevers/series•°📖

💚°•the emo controller•°🖤

🖤°•Casual emo controller•°💚

🚂°•the narrow gauge engines•°☁

💙°•the Gresley family•°☁

🚂°•the diesels•°⛽

🪄°•Magical/ghost engines•°👻

🤍°•Other ttte characters•°🤍

⬆️°•the steam team's height chart•°⬆️

✍🏻°•About my humanisation•°✍🏻

♡__________________________♡

✏️°•Some simple tutorials•°🖌

💙°•Original stories/lore•°📖

😌°•This could be useful•°😌

🎧°•Artist profile•°💚

🌠°•Unrelated ttte stuff•°🌠

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🌺°•Side blogs•°🌺:

☆• @sodor-magical-world (my ttte historical fiction AU) •☆

☆• @thesillybunny58 (a shitty blog where I can reblog some random posts ehe,and sometimes I forget that there is here lmfao.) •☆

[ereardon]

Friends Don't || Chapter 4

Summary: Bob Floyd has been your best friend for almost a decade, ever since he quietly agreed to tutor you in college. The two of you have spent years chasing each other around the globe – Bob as a WSO, you as a travel blogger. You’ve always been the anywhere-but-here girl, and he’s been your rock. But when a surprise diagnosis threatens to crumble your picture-perfect life, you’re on the first flight back to San Diego, desperate to put down roots for the first time. Will Bob finally have it in him to admit that you could be the love of his life? What will he say when he finds out the secret you’ve been skillfully hiding from him? Or worse, what if he doesn’t find out until it’s too late? 

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x OC [Reid] 

Tropes: Friends to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, angst, alcohol, sensual scenarios, Bradley salsa dancing lol

WC: 2.8K

Series masterlist here; previous chapter here; next chapter here

The first time it happened, Bob thought he was dreaming. 

The two of you had grown surprisingly close during the first semester of sophomore year once he agreed to help tutor you in psychology. Bob had never had a friend like you before. You were sparkling. You quickly inserted yourself into his life in a way that nobody had before. Bob wasn’t used to someone showing up at his dorm room at eight o’clock on a Friday with a bottle of wine, dragging him to a party where he knew no one and you knew everyone. He wasn’t used to getting random calls from someone like you on a Monday morning asking to skip class and go for a drive down the coast.

Bob was mesmerized by you from the first moment you walked into his life. 

It was nearing the end of the semester, that small gap of time between Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks. You had begged Bob to go out to a party in the woods right off campus but for once he said no. He was drowning in work for his physics lab, and needed all the time he could spare to work on his final project. 

So when the door to his room edged open in the middle of the night, harsh yellow light from the hallway spilling in, Bob sat up in a blind panic. His hair was mussed, and he was wearing a loose white Hanes t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Quickly, he grabbed for his wire glasses on the nightstand, settling them onto his nose as you came into focus in the doorway, shutting the door noisily. Thankfully he had a single dorm room. 

“Reid?” 

“Shhh,” you muttered, stepping inside and kicking off your heeled boots. 

“Reid, what’s wrong?” Bob asked, swinging his legs out of the bed, sitting on the edge. He looked at you with concern creasing his soft, handsome face. “Did something happen?” 

You shrugged off your jacket onto the ground, revealing a pair of jeans and a tight sweater. “I’m drunk,” you whispered. 

“I can see that.” 

Your fingers went to the button fly of your jeans and Bob stood up, running his hands through his hair.

“What are you doing?” 

“Can I stay?” you begged, already sliding your pants down over your hips, revealing a bright pink thong. 

“Umm.” 

“Please, Bobby?” you murmured, yanking off your sweater to reveal a thin bralette. You walked over to where he was standing near the bed and put one hand on his cheek. “I’m so tired.” 

“OK, alright,” Bob whispered. He reached down and pulled back the covers. “Come on, get in the bed.” 

You smiled at him in your drunken stupor, crawling onto the far side of the twin bed, and looking up at him expectantly. 

“I’ll see if I can crash in John’s room,” Bob said, looking around for his phone. “He has a futon.” 

“Bobby.” 

He turned. 

“Stay. Please?” you pleaded. The way you were looking at him, he couldn’t say no to you, or to the way you held out your arms, just waiting for his embrace. 

Bob put his phone down, timidly sliding into the bed, staying on the edge. He was acutely aware of the fact that you were only wearing underwear. But he didn’t have time to chicken out or overthink, because you simply slung an arm over him, cozying into his side, your face resting on his chest. 

“I’m sorry,” you muttered against his shirt. 

“It’s OK,” Bob replied softly as your breathing started to even out. 

Your fingers tightened on his abdomen. “You’re my best friend, Bobby.” 

Softly, carefully, Bob let his hand stroke your shoulders where your blonde hair was tangling behind you. You sighed contentedly against him. “You’re my best friend, too, Reid.” 

You fell into a deep, drunken sleep in minutes. And for the first time, Bob knew what it was like to hold you in his arms. 

After that night, he made a promise to himself. He would never let you go.  

***

It was easier than you expected avoiding Bob after the fight. You spent the night in your room and when you ventured out into the kitchen in the morning, hesitantly, it was empty. 

There was a post-it note on the fridge. 

I’m sorry

-B

You took the note off of the stainless steel fridge and crumpled it up, tossing it in the trash. 

***

“Floyd, you good man?” 

Fanboy looked at Bob as they crawled out of the jets. Bob yanked off his helmet, running a hand over his hair. “I’m fine.” 

“Didn’t seem fine five minutes ago,” Fanboy added. 

“I said I’m fine,” Bob snapped, jumping off the ladder and heading toward the locker room. 

Fanboy turned to Phoenix. “You gotta talk to him. He’s going to get us all killed up there.” 

Natasha sighed, swinging her legs over the edge of the cockpit, climbing out gracefully and tipping her head up toward where Fanboy sat in his jet. “It’s Reid.” 

“Whatever it is, they have to figure it out because we can’t take this with us on the mission. It’s fucking dangerous.” 

Natasha nodded, following on Bob’s heels toward the locker room. She slapped the door open, stepping inside, calling out, “Floyd!” 

Bob looked up, startled, from where he stood next to his locker, flight suit already unzipped down to his waist, revealing his black undershirt. “Shit, Phoenix, this is the men’s locker room.” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Hangman emerged from the shower, towel tied low on his hips. “Looking for me, sweetheart?” 

Natasha rolled her eyes. “In your dreams Bagman. Now can you get the fuck out and let me talk to Bob.” 

��Honey, this is the men’s room,” Jake whispered as he grazed past her shoulder toward his locker. “At least let me cover up the little general.” 

She looked away as he dropped the towel, pulling on a pair of tight black boxers. 

“You can sneak a peek, I won’t hold it against you, Phoenix.” 

“Leave her alone, Seresin,” Bob said. 

Jake yanked on his shirt and tossed his hands in the air. “Alright, I know when I’m not wanted.” He grabbed his gym bag, sliding past Phoenix. “See you later, Nat.” 

“Seresin,” she replied, eyes trained hard on Bob who was now sitting on a wooden bench facing the lockers. The two of them waited in silence for the sound of the locker room door to close. Then, “Talk to me, Bob.” 

“About what?” 

“You know what.” 

Bob sighed. “Natasha. Can we just not do this today?” 

She squatted down in front of where he sat on the wooden bench, looking up with warm brown eyes. “You gotta talk to me, Bob. We’re not a team unless I know what you’re thinking. I can’t go into the mission next month without being able to predict what my backseater is gonna do.” 

He lifted off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “I fucked up last night. Said some shit that I shouldn’t have. And now she’s not talking to me.” 

“It couldn’t have been that bad.” 

Bob shook his head. “I essentially called her a selfish whore.” 

“Oh fuck.” Phoenix sat down on the bench next to him. “You’re more of a dumbass than I thought.” 

“I tried to apologize but she wouldn’t let me.” 

“Do you blame her?” 

“No,” he said, dejected. “But fuck, I wanted to take it back the second the words left my mouth. The last thing I ever want to do in this world is hurt her.” 

“Why’d you say it?” she asked. 

Bob paused. “I don’t think she realizes how her actions impact others sometimes. She’s always been beautiful. People like her. That means she gets away with things that other people might not. She can be careless, sometimes. It’s easy to overlook, because she’s Sunny. She shines bright enough to overcome anything. But this time she can’t just run away if she makes a mess. This time, she’s here to stay.” 

“Are you sure about that?” 

Bob turned to Phoenix. “No, actually, I’m not sure.” 

***

The doorbell rang at exactly seven thirty. You opened the door from your room into the hallway, looking both ways. Bob was still nowhere to be seen. 

You pulled open the front door to reveal Bradley wearing a tight polo shirt and a pair of khakis. He grinned, sliding his aviator sunglasses to the top of his head, letting his gaze roam over your figure, taking in your tight dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. 

“Wow,” he murmured, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You look beautiful.” 

You smiled, stepping out onto the front step, closing the door behind you. “Thanks. Looking pretty good yourself, Chicken Man.” 

Bradley laughed, sliding one large hand to your low back, guiding you over to his blue Bronco. 

“So where to?” you asked as Bradley pulled the truck out of the driveway. 

He glanced over at you. “How do you feel about Lebanese?”

“I love Lebanese food.” Bradley smiled. 

It was easy with Bradley. He was smooth and charming and had an infectious laugh and energy about him. It also helped that you felt like you had known him for longer. Bob had talked so much about the dagger squad that you felt like you knew each of them individually. 

For the first time since Denver and Lemoore, Bob had found people he truly loved. People he cared about. People who cared about him. 

You didn’t want to fuck that up for him. 

“What is your favorite place you’ve lived?” Bradley asked, dipping a piece of pita bread into a pile of hummus. 

“That’s hard,” you replied, taking a sip of wine, relishing the dark, borderline sweet notes of the wine. You had to hand it to Bradley. He let you take the lead on the wine, a vintage Chateau Musar, and he never once stopped to question the price tag. “I love Tokyo, for the food and the culture is so different. It’s unlike any other big city I’ve ever lived in. Clean as hell, but lonely in a way.” 

Bradley nodded thoughtfully. 

“As far as places in the US, I think I loved New Orleans the most. The vibe. The people. Oh God, the food. It was just a constant party, twenty-four seven. The rest of the country needs to adopt drive-through daiquiris. But fuck was it hot. You don’t know sweaty until you've done a summer in Louisiana.”  

Bradley laughed. “And I thought San Diego was bad.” 

“This has nothing on the swampy south,” you replied. “I did San Francisco for a while, but it was after the peak years I think. It was already getting crowded and annoying by the time I was there.” 

“No wonder Bob is as obsessed with you as he is,” Bradley said, swirling the wine in his glass by holding onto the fragile stem and shaking it. “You’re way too cool for any of us.” 

“Oh don’t even,” you replied, draining the last of your wine glass. You reached over and put a hand on his knee where the two of you sat in the corner booth. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too, you know, from Bobby. He admires you so much.” 

Bradley blushed. You didn’t think you would be able to make the handsome aviator blush like a schoolgirl. He leaned in toward you. “What do you say we get out of here?” he whispered. 

“Where to?” 

He smiled. “Do you like to dance?” 

Bradley was a goofy dancer. You should have predicted that. He took you to a salsa nightclub, but his idea of salsa was about as spicy as the Pace Picante your grandfather ate with his scrambled eggs. 

You swiveled your hips, Bradley’s hands heavy on your hips as you pressed back against him, the dark, damp heat of the room overpowering your senses. 

The club was packed. Dark walls, a band against one wall with a red stage, the music so loud you could feel it in your chest, like a second heartbeat. 

You turned around, tangling your fingers in Bradley’s, pulling him back with a box step. He fumbled and you tipped your head back in a laugh. When your eyes found his, they were bright and warm. You knew it the moment you saw it. He was falling for you. 

“You’re a terrible dancer,” you shouted into his ear, pressing your bodies close together, Bradley’s hand snaking around your waist to your back, large fingers pressed flat against the small of your back. 

He grinned. “I know. I just wanted to see you dance.” 

“Oh you’re evil,” you said and he laughed, grabbing your hand, spinning you out before pulling you back in tightly until you were pressed against his chest once again. 

Bradley’s hands floated to your waist and the two of you stood there in the middle of the dance floor, locked in a heated gaze for a moment, before you looked away. 

“I need some air!” you shouted, fanning at your neck for emphasis. Bradley nodded, weaving through the crowd, creating space for you to follow him out the side door of the club. 

The two of you burst out into the California night and you sucked in a deep breath, lifting your hair off of your neck, letting the breeze cool you. 

“Shit,” you whispered. “Didn’t realize how sweaty it was in there.” 

Bradley leaned against the brick wall. “It’s pretty late. Let me drive you home, we can keep the windows down, keep the breeze going?” 

You nodded, easily slotting your hand into his, letting him lead you back to the truck. 

The two of you chatted easily on the ride home. You asked him about growing up in California. He asked you how you and Bob met. You asked him to tell you more about the team. He warned you to stay away from Hangman like your life depended on it. 

Finally, Bradley pulled the truck into the driveway. Bob’s truck was parked on the left and you sucked in a breath, knowing that you’d have to face him the moment you walked through the door. 

You turned to Bradley. He had his hands on his thick, muscular thighs. 

“I had a really great time tonight,” you said. 

He smiled. “So did I.”

Bob’s voice clung to every crevice of your brain. Begging you not to fuck up the life that he had created. Begging you not to get mixed up with his friends, the family he had found out here. 

Begging you not to fuck Bradley, in not so many words. 

Against your better judgment, you leaned across the console and pressed one hand to Bradley’s thigh, brushing your face closer to his until your lips landed on his, one of his strong hands immediately coming out to grab your head, holding you close. His mustache tickled against your delicate skin, but he tasted like wine and his tongue slid expertly between your lips, padding yours softly, gently. You found yourself moaning into his mouth, fingers tightening on his leg, as Bradley shifted in his seat, free hand coming out to brush across your side, close to your breast and you pulled back after a moment with a grin. 

“Fuck,” Bradley whispered hoarsely and you smiled, leaning back and opening the door, jumping out. He slid out of the driver’s side as you rounded the front of the truck. “Reid,” he said. “Can I see you again?” 

You started walking up the drive, toward the door. Bradley followed you as you stood at the door, fidgeting with your keys, your back to the white brick siding. 

“Reid?” he asked. 

You looked up. Bradley stepped closer, one hand on the wall above your head, his face looming only inches from yours. “Yeah?” 

“I want to see you again,” he repeated. “If you want to see me again.” 

You reached out, tugging at the collar of his shirt, bringing his lips back onto yours as Bradley hitched forward, the hand on the wall migrating until it was behind your head, cushioning you from the brick. You sighed into his mouth as he groaned, free hand on your hip holding you tight against him. 

Bradley pulled away with a grin. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

You gave him a shy smile, turning the key in the lock and grabbing the door handle, cranking it to the right. “Goodnight, Chicken Man.” 

The door swung open. Bob stood in the entryway, still wearing his khaki uniform. He looked at you and then at Bradley in silence. You looked back at Bradley, who had a shocked and tense look on his face. 

And then you faced forward again, sidestepping Bob, heading down the hallway in silence, leaving the two of them to stare at each other in your wake. 

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