Journal Entry 1: March 5, 2294
Dear Diary
Today was another wild day of sales with the Sunshine Band. I can’t help but steal glances at our fearless leader, tukhan. Seriously, how does he make everything look so effortless? The way he engages with the crowd, his lush beard glinting under the Florida sun, makes my heart race.
Those bedroom eyes of his? I could get lost in them for days. I swear, when he laughs, the whole wasteland brightens. I wish I could find a way to let him know how much he means to me. Maybe one day, he’ll see me as more than just a team member. Until then, I’ll keep admiring him from the shadows.
With hope,
Bucky
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Journal Entry 2: March 12, 2294
Dear Diary
Another day of sales, another day spent watching my beloved tukhancharm the customers. He has this sexy voice that wraps around me like a warm embrace. When he sings, it’s like magic — the way his deep timbre fills the air, captivating everyone, including me.
I’ve been trying to think of a cute nickname to call him in my head. How about “Beard of Dreams” or “My Tropical Delight”? He’s like the shining sun in this desolate world, and I can’t help but feel drawn to him. I just wish I had the courage to tell him how I feel.
Love-struck,
Bucky
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Journal Entry 3: March 20, 2294
Dear Diary
Today was special. After the afternoon sales rush, I caught tukhan talking to some customers. Watching him interact, his genuine smile lighting up the camp, made my heart swell. I felt like a proud sunflower, basking in his glow.
I found myself whispering, “There goes my brilliant Merchant of the Florida Wasteland” under my breath. I mean, how could someone so handsome and talented exist in a world like this? I often wonder if he sees me watching him, but then I think — maybe it’s better this way.
One day, maybe he’ll notice me, or at least my heart will stop pounding like a drum every time he’s near.
Yours in admiration,
Bucky
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Journal Entry 4: March 28, 2294
Dear Diary
I’ve been daydreaming about tukhan non-stop. What would it be like to hold his hand, to hear him whisper sweet nothings in that velvety voice? I can imagine it now, just the two of us, exploring the wasteland together.
I’ve taken to calling him “Captain Charisma” in my thoughts. He deserves all the love and admiration in the world, and I’m just here, hoping he’ll see me someday. For now, I’ll just cherish these little moments — the way he ruffles his hair or how he leans in to shake hands after a good sale.
Sigh,
Bucky
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Journal Entry 5: April 5, 2294
Dear Diary
I couldn’t help but write a little poem to express what’s been swirling in my heart. Here it goes:
To My Dashing tukhan
In the wasteland’s heart, you shine so bright,
My brilliant Merchant, my pure delight.
With your lush beard that dances in the breeze,
You’re the sun, the warmth, the sweetest tease.
Your sexy voice, a siren’s song,
In your embrace is where I belong.
With every laugh and every glance,
You pull me deeper into this trance.
Oh, Captain Charisma, please look my way,
One day, I hope to find the words to say.
That in this wasteland, dark and cold,
Your love is a treasure more precious than gold.
Here’s to dreaming and hoping that one day, he’ll see the love in my eyes. Until then, I’ll keep it close to my heart.
Forever yours,
Bucky