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THE OTHER BROTHER

Johnny Miller (Joel’s twin) x f!reader | Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: you’re in love with your neighbor Joel but he doesn’t notice you. After another failure to get his attention, someone unexpected offers their help - Joel’s twin brother, Johnny.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, angst, twin au, age gap (Joel and Johnny are in their 30s, reader is in her early 20s), pining, unrequited love, heartbreak, hurt/comfort/hurt/comfort?, virginity loss, insecure reader, soft Johnny, praise kink, size kink, f!oral, breast play, unprotected piv (wrap it up), belly bulge, aftercare, kinda hopeful ending. Pics are only for the mood, reader has no physical description but she wears a dress.

Word count: 7,6 k

A/n: Kate, are Joel and Tommy not enough for you?! Nope, I need one more Miller bro!! I was inspired by Aly’s/ @iamasaddie post and Mina’s / @evolnoomym comment💕💕 Idk whose edit it is, lmk if you do, so I could send my kudos. That edit did something to me. Hope y’all will like the story!💖 Kisses to @milla-frenchy for betaing💋 Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

MASTERLIST

You walked into Joel’s backyard with hope, carrying you on its wings, and excitement, twisting your stomach. A cute summer dress, open sandals, accessories— everything had been planned out and thought over lots of times beforehand. It was your chance to get him to notice you, to finally see you as a woman and not only as his neighbors’ daughter.

You had attended Joel’s barbecues every summer since a few years back when your family had moved on that street. Almost instantly you had fallen in love with your middle aged neighbor Joel. He was handsome, funny, polite, very charming and on top of everything a single parent. Joel seemed to be a wonderful father. You weren’t friends with Sarah, but it wasn’t hard to notice the way they connected. They had that heartwarming father-daughter bond that you and your dad for some reason had never had.

You couldn’t think of anyone else but him. You had thought that leaving for college might have helped but it hadn’t. No one could compare to the perfect Joel Miller. Unfortunately you were just a girl for him. He was always polite and warm but his gaze would always slide over you. You had been crying and yearning for his love for years but it had felt as unreachable as the stars over your head. Unattainable dream.

Thinking that you had nothing to lose, you decided to try your luck once more. You had come back home for a summer break, and after a long time away from your parents you felt mature and confident enough to make Joel notice you. So you stepped into his backyard with a set goal in your mind—to win Joel Miller’s heart.

You found your parents among the other guests and joined them, before searching the backyard for a pair of beautiful brown eyes. Of course Joel was handling the grill. Butterflies in your stomach swirled in excitement, your heartbeat increased but the initial joy of seeing the man of your dreams evaporated instantly, when you noticed that he wasn't alone. His strong arm was wrapped around a waist of a beautiful woman. She was laughing and talking to him, and when Joel leaned down to gently kiss her lips, your heart shattered into a million pieces.

"What's wrong, honey?"

You tried to control your emotions when you heard your mom's voice but it was next to impossible. Upcoming tears squeezed your throat, your lower lip began trembling.

You shook your head and hastily turned away from the sight that set your butterflies on fire - the love of your life was kissing another woman.

“I’m ok,” you lied. “just something in my eye.”

You tried to cover your tears with your hand, and your mom stepped up closer to you, about to offer help but suddenly you heard a deep voice to your right.

“Hey. Don’t think we’ve met.”

Wetness was coating your eyes, distorting your sight, and you barely glanced at the man, who came up to your parents and you, and mumbled,

“Excuse me... I need…need to use the bathroom.”

You rushed away, your parents calling after you but you didn’t stop. You were full on crying.

You ran through Joel’s kitchen and hall and rushed to your house.

You were walking up the stairs of the porch when you heard someone shout behind you,

“Hey, wait!”

You turned around, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand, and what you saw made your jaw drop. Or rather who you saw.

It was Joel. At least you thought so at first. The man looked exactly like your crush but he was dressed differently— Joel whom you had seen five minutes ago was wearing a dark tee while his doppelganger had a plaid green shirt on with a white tee underneath. But the most striking difference was his hair- he had a short buzz cut contrary to Joel’s dark curls. His hair was lighter than his twin’s, just like his eyes.

The stranger came up to you slowly, his expression full of concern and sympathy. You were so flabbergasted that you forgot to hide your reddened eyes and wet face and were staring at the man with your mouth agape.

“I’m Johnny. Joel’s brother. I wanted to make sure ya fine.”

You continued staring at the man, completely lost for words and he talked again,

“I’m his twin brother,” he added, noticing your surprise. “I guess he doesn’t talk much about me, huh?” The stranger smiled as you shook your head.

“Wanna sit down?”

He motioned to the porch bench and you should have probably said ‘no’ and gone to your room to cry your eyes out but a few last minutes were so surreal and emotional that you couldn’t think straight anymore. You nodded. The man followed you there, took a seat at a respectable distance from you, his body turned to you slightly. You were staring at your hands, not sure what to talk about with your new acquaintance.

For a few moments you two were sitting in silence until you remembered the way Joel had been looking at the woman and a pathetic sob crawled up your throat.

“I don’t like her either,” Johnny said and your teary eyes snapped up at him.

“Hm?”

“His new girl. Too bossy. I’m not a fan.”

“I -I don’t… ’don’t like her’. I don’t know her at all,” you croaked.

“Yeah, but you like him, right?”

Your stomach dropped and you faked an awkward laugh, shaking your head.

“No, no, I don’t.”

“Quit lyin’, girl. I’m not dumb. I saw you waltz in there with a happy smile and then when you saw them...Damn, poor thing. Unless you’re in love with her but—,” he chuckled and you hastily shook your head again, waving your hands in protest.

“I don’t love him, oh my god!”

“Ok, ok. Keep denyin’ it. You can watch him get married and have a bunch of kids then.”

When you heard his words your heart froze and, not being able to hide your feelings, you broke into tears, covering your face with your hands.

“Fuck.” The man immediately scooted closer to you and placed his arm around your shoulders.

“’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve been harsh. Maybe I’m a fool and you just had a bad day, that’s all.”

“No, no, you’re right. I do! I do love him,” you confessed in between sobs.

For a few moments you were crying and Johnny was rubbing your arm with his big hand until he spoke softly,

“You seem like a nice girl. Beautiful, sweet. Have you tried makin‘ him interested?”

You raised your teary eyes at the man and for some weird reason you admitted to him that you had fallen in love with Joel a long time ago but he had never noticed you.

“My brother sounds like an idiot. Look at you. You’re hot, baby.”

You smiled and dropped your eyes.

“And your smile is fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You felt warmth spread in your belly when the man put his finger under your chin and tilted your head up to face him.

You looked at him attentively, taking in every feature of his familiar yet novice face, and noticed that he was as handsome as Joel. His skin was more tan and his eyes were lighter, a mixture of hazel and green, and your heart fluttered at his beauty.

“Do you wanna get ‘im?”

Now it was your turn to laugh.

“Get him?”

“Yeah. First you need to make him notice you.”

“But he has a girlfriend,” you mumbled with defeat ringing in your words.

“So? She ain’t his wife. He can dump her whenever.”

You were quiet.

“Listen. I can get you into this house. Into his life. He’ll see you often and I bet he’ll notice the fuck out of such a hottie.”

You felt your cheeks heat up when you glanced at him and asked,

“How would you do that?”

The man winked at you with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

“Let’s pretend that you and I are going out.”

You giggled, thinking it was a joke, but Johnny kept talking and you realized that he was absolutely serious.

“I’m stayin’ with him right now. We’ll spend a lot of time in his house. He’ll notice you and then fall in love with you in no time.”

“I’m not sure he will. I’m too shy,” you admitted.

“He loves shy girls. And even if you ain’t very talkative. Damn, look at you. You’re hot. And I’ll wingman the fuck out of you.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Brothers share everything. Like, “Bro, yesterday she rocked my world. Her mouth’s heaven. And then she rode me! Damn, she’s the best I ever had. See?”

You were blinking at him with an open mouth and burning up cheeks. When you heard his filthy words you couldn’t help but gush into your panties. Johnny didn’t seem to hold back.

“He’ll be hard over you immediately.”

You furrowed your brows and asked,

“But isn’t there a bro code or something? that you can’t date your brothers’ ex girlfriends?”

“Nah, we don’t follow that.” Johnny waved away your concerns with his big hand. “We dated the same girls all the time in school. What’s good for me’s good for him, right?”

You didn’t know what to think. Johnny's idea was crazy but all of his arguments made a lot of sense. And you were desperate.

“Ok. We can try I guess,” you said, nervously fumbling with the hem of your dress.

“Fuck yeah we can!”

He gave you a charming smile and you smiled back, feeling a little better.

“But my parents can’t know, ok? I’ll tell them I’m with friends.”

“No problem. It’s fake anyway so no reason to make ‘em worry. But—,” he paused, his expression turning serious, — If we want it to work, we need to spend time together beforehand. It’ll help you to get comfortable around me, yeah? to make it believable.”

You nodded, trying to understand what he meant by ‘spend time’.

“Wanna do it now? Let’s hang out in your room. For some time.”

“Aren’t they gonna look for you?” You asked, glancing back at Joel’s house.

“I’m a big boy, baby, I don’t need to tell anyone where I’m goin’.” Johnny replied with a wink.

“Oh yeah, right.”

You got up and headed to the door. Your accomplice followed you, and when you were walking upstairs, you turned to him.

“Johnny, if my parents come early, they can’t see you ok?”

“No problem, I’ll hide in a closet,” he chuckled and gave you another wink.

When you entered your bedroom, Johnny looked around and took his flannel off. He was standing in the middle of your room, white tee stretched over his broad chest, his muscles bulging out of the short sleeves. He rolled them up, exposing more of his arms, and you swallowed loudly. He was bigger than Joel and in your small room he looked so huge and tall, that you felt your core burn.

“Cosy,” Johnny said, walking to your bed and plopped on it unceremoniously. He leaned his back against the headboard, his booted feet hanging off the edge. You were staring at him awkwardly, not knowing if you should sit next to him. Getting on the bed with practically a stranger was not something you could do easily.

So you sat down on a chair by your desk.

"Nah-uh. Get over ‘ere, bunny." He shook his head and patted the space next to him on the bed.

"Ehm... I don't know."

"Jesus, I don't bite. You need to get used to bein’ close to me. Joel isn't stupid. He'll sense that something's fishy if you're skittish like that."

You couldn't deny that he was right. So you came up to the other side of the bed and settled next to him.

"Wanna tell me a bit about yourself, beautiful?" he asked, flashing you a charming smile.

You felt your cheeks burn but after a moment of hesitation, you began telling him about your hobbies, your friends and your plans after graduation. He didn't interrupt you. He asked a few questions but mostly he was just nodding, listening to you attentively. A few times his gaze slid down to your lips, your cleavage, your naked legs, crossed at the ankles.

His eyes were leaving a pleasant heat in their wake until your whole body lit up and a constant warmth settled between your legs. Your pussy was tingling only from you being next to your new acquaintance, hearing his scent, masculine and enticing, seeing him smile at your words. His hazel eyes were getting darker the longer you talked, the more he looked at you.

“What about you, Johnny? What do you do?” You asked, wishing to learn more about the man you were about to fake date.

He averted his eyes and rubbed his scruffy cheek.

”It’s complicated, baby. I’d tell you if you were my girlfriend. For real I mean. But —.” He looked at you with an apologetic smile.

“Oh,” is all you could say in return, blinking at him.

“I can tell you that I travel a lot. ‘s prolly why we’ve never met. I can’t often visit Joel and Sarah.”

It got silent in the room for a moment except for the sound of birds’ chirping, coming through an open window.

“Do you wanna watch something?“ you asked, suddenly feeling awkward.

“Yeah, ‘k.” Johnny took his boots off and placed his feet on the bed. You marveled at how quickly he seemed to get comfortable but decided that he was just that easy-going.

You took your laptop and asked what he wanted to watch.

“Whatever you want, beautiful.”

You smiled at the compliment and your chest fluttered.

”We can watch The Office. It always relaxes me.”

“Yeah, I really wanna see you relaxed, bunny,” he smirked and you stuck your tongue out at him.

A few minutes later you were on the bed, shoulder to shoulder, watching a random episode of the Office that you put on.

Soon Johnny slid down the bedspread and placed his head on your pillow.

“C’mere,” he mumbled, pulling you down with him.

You didn’t know how and why you let him but soon his hand was wrapped around your shoulder and your head was resting on his broad chest.

He was warm and big and you felt your panties dampen more.

“I like that guy,” he commented after some time of watching.

“Ryan? He’s kind of a douche,” you giggled.

“Really?” Johnny hummed.

You continued watching the show, sometimes chuckling from time to time. Once Johnny absentmindedly bucked his hips up and your gaze involuntarily landed on a prominent bulge in his jeans. And then a few times on purpose.

Getting too turned on, you closed your eyes, trying to calm down the fire in your core. Unfortunately it got worse as without your eyesight your whole being concentrated on the strong arm resting heavily on you, on Johnny's scent, his steady, deep breathing.

“Baby?”

Johnny’s voice took you out of your horny trance and you hummed feeling your cheeks burn.

“Can you tell me something?”

“Yes?”

He sat up and you did the same, looking at him with confusion, trying to hide your arousal.

“Can you close your eyes and tell me if my voice is similar to Joel’s? People always answer differently. I wanna know what you think.”

You raised your brows.

“I can tell you right now. It’s similar. Very.”

“No, close your eyes, listen to it.”

You shrugged your shoulders and did what he asked, a little smile dancing on your lips.

“Hey, baby. You're very beautiful.” You smiled wider when you heard his gruff voice, squealing inside at the compliment.

”Thank you, Joel,” you laughed and added, “You sound just like him.” You opened your eyes but Johnny shook his head, motioning for you to shut them again. You did and heard the man sigh deeply.

“Ya know. I’ve been such a fool. I didn’t notice you before but now I see. How gorgeous you are. Crazy hot.”

Your smile vanished as you were listening to him, eyes closed, chewing on your lip. You had dreamed of hearing those words for such a long time that your heart could burst out of your chest at the moment.

“You have a girlfriend, Joel,” you whispered, playing along.

”She’s a mistake. Wish you could forgive me for not tellin’ you all this sooner… Wish I could rip this pretty dress off you and make you scream my name right now.”

Your breath hitched and a new surge of wetness made you squirm in your place.

“Wish I could kiss you right now.”

You instinctively wetted your lips, hearing his words, and the next second Johnny pressed his mouth to yours. You tensed up at first but in a second your body melted at the soft touch. Not opening your eyes, you tilted your head slightly to the side and parted your lips, inviting him in. Immediately Johnny’s tongue slipped inside and brushed yours, gently at first but then more assertively. He was swallowing your pleasured whimpers again and again as you were making out.

”Johnny, I can’t,” you murmured, pulling away and breaking the kiss.

You glanced at him and his expression took your breath away. He looked like he was ready to pounce on you any second. His eyes were burning with desire, lips glistened with your saliva and his broad chest was heaving, dangerously close to ripping his tee.

He visibly tried to calm himself down— he took a deep breath and then placed your hand between his.

“Yeah, fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lost control like that.” His expression softened as his eyes were locked with yours.

“No, don’t be. It was nice but … but…”

You struggled to continue, the words got stuck in your throat.

Johnny’s eyes were darting between yours, as he was patiently waiting for you to continue.

Then you whispered, your voice barely audible, gaze downcast, “I’m a virgin.”

You expected any reaction but not the one he gave you.

“Fuck.”

Your eyes snapped up at him and tears immediately welled up in your eyes. Johnny looked straight up disappointed. He pulled away from you and your sob broke the icy silence in the room. You were always terrified to admit it to people, especially to men, and at that moment your worst nightmare was coming true.

“‘s bad,” Johnny mumbled, still not looking at you. “Shit.”

You were hurt but your pain quickly turned into anger.

“Please leave!”

As if finally having noticed your distress, Johnny turned to you, shaking his head.

“Oh fuck, no, no, I don’t mind. Shit. I think— it’s great—for whatever reason you—no. It’s Joel, baby.”

“What? What about Joel?” you asked, feeling a little better, when he took your hands in his and answered,

”He’s not a fan of virgins. Never was. He told me many times he didn’t want the responsibility of bein’ someone’s first.”

“Why?” You felt your heart shuttering again.

“Don’t know,” Johnny shrugged, ”I guess he prefers someone more experienced. Once he broke up with a girl when he found out she was a virgin.”

Now it was your turn to curse.

“Fuck.” You probably looked absolutely defeated and Johnny rapidly wrapped his arm around you to pull you to his torso.

You started silently crying on his shoulder, having realized that Joel would never love you, would never even give you a chance.

Johnny was rubbing your arm with his big warm hand while you were soaking his white tee with tears, until he said,

“You know, it’s not a big deal.”

You sniffed and sat up straight.

“What do you mean not a big deal?” your voice was shaky and small. “You’ve just said he hates virgins.”

Johnny lifted his hand to wipe your wet face with his thick fingers.

“Kinda easy to lose it, beautiful. Your v card.”

“No, it’s not. I wanted Joel to— to do it. I don’t want anyone else.”

You were pouting your lips, eyes reddened and teary staring at the man sitting close to you. In your blurry vision he looked even more like Joel.

”I can help you, bunny,” Johnny offered with a lopsided smile. He tilted his head to the side and waited for your reaction.

You swallowed loudly when you heard him and turned away. You couldn’t deny that Johnny was hot, your soaked panties were a good evidence of your desire for him but how could you do it with a man you had just met. Who wasn’t Joel.

Joel who had a girlfriend.

Joel who didn’t want to deal with virgins.

Joel who never noticed you.

You looked back at the twin brother of the man you loved and asked,

“Would you really do it for me?”

Johnny cleared his throat.

“Ehm… yeah, why wouldn’t I? You’re hot,” he said it so matter of fact-ly that it sounded sincere and you believed that he really wanted to help.

“Ok, good,” you said, with an air of uncertainty. “We can try but maybe not today, ok? We’ve just met,” you mumbled, fumbling with your fingers.

“Yeah. ‘Course,” Johnny smirked and then quickly added, “Did you like it when I kissed you?”

Not looking at the man you nodded.

“Want me to do it again?”

His question made your heart skip a beat. You had felt amazing when he had kissed you, your body reacted to him in a wonderful way and, after glancing up at his plush lips, you nodded the second time.

Johnny gently cupped your cheek and leaned towards you. His lips began caressing yours, your tongues tangled and, not breaking the kiss, you scooted closer to him on the bed. He read your intentions and pulled you into his big strong arms. His hand snaked up to the back of your head, the other was pressed to your lower back, keeping you close, as you were tasting him, feeling his heart thump against your chest. You were floating.

Soon his mouth slithered to your jaw and he nibbled on your skin there while his hands began roaming your body, gliding over your back, your arms until he squeezed your ass with his palms and you moaned into his mouth.

“Oh, baby, ya fuckin’ hot,” he groaned and you felt his lips suck a hickey into your neck while his hand snaked under your skirt. He engulfed your whole asscheek with his palm and your thin lacy panties easily let the heat of his skin seep through. You whimpered when the pads of his fingers glided down to your clothed pussy. Just one touch was enough for your brain to panic and you pulled away from him.

“Sorry, Johnny, it’s too much.”

You wanted to get off the bed, the whirlwind of emotions overwhelming you, but he grabbed you by the hand.

“Don’t leave. Please. Sorry, bunny. I went in too fast.“

You sat down on your heels, catching your breath and trying to calm down your foggy mind and burning up body.

“Let’s cuddle. C’mon. Jus’ wanna hold you.”

He returned your laptop to your desk and lay down on the bed that now seemed too small for his huge body. It made the whole situation even hotter.

A fear of the unknown and an immense desire were fighting in your heart, and you let the latter win, assuring yourself that you were just going to get used to him hugging you, so you could get close to Joel later.

That’s why you let him wrap his strong arms around you, let his face be inches from yours, let his hot breath fan your lips, let his scent intoxicate you. You were lying in his embrace for just a few moments before his lips found yours, and you didn’t fight it anymore, you welcomed their warmth.

He was more careful that time, slowly pulling you close to his body, but his hands didn’t wander. What was making you melt was his quiet words, seeping into your ears between kisses, barely audible through your soft whimpers, smacking of the lips and his breathing.

“Ya taste like honey—beautiful girl—Joel’s fuckin’ lucky—so pretty—could eat you whole, baby.”

Contrary to him, you were getting bolder and sent your hands roam his broad back, squeeze his masculine arms, glide over the slopes of his shoulders and then run through his short hair that pleasantly tickled your palms.

It was a matter of time before he slowly pushed you on your back and began kissing your neck. You tilted your head back into the pillow, giving him more access and he happily growled against your heated skin.

“Good girl,” you heard his praise and the ache of your pussy made you press your thighs together.

“Oh, Joe…Johnny,” you started and then hastily corrected yourself.

Johnny stopped nibbling on your collarbone and your heart froze, expecting him to get angry, but the man smiled at you.

“You can call me Joel, beautiful… to practice, yeah? Soon he’s gonna be the one kissin’ you.”

The suggestion sounded insane but in your aroused, overwhelmed with feelings state you let yourself imagine the man you loved caressing you with his lips. You fluttered your eyes shut and it was so easy to fantasize about Joel’s hand holding your hip and pressing you into the mattress, Joel’s lips peppering kisses along your neck and then going down, reaching the plush of your cleavage. Drowning in your fantasy you missed the moment Johnny’s chin pushed your neckline down, exposing more of your breasts. You rubbed your thighs against each other, chasing pressure on your tingling pussy, as his palm started kneading your tit over the fabric.

“Yeah, Joel,” you breathed out and didn’t stop yourself that time, fully succumbing to the want of your heart and body.

Your mind turned off completely, you were so gone in pleasure, that when you finally opened your eyes, to your surprise you saw Johnny’s hot tongue swirl around your pebbled nipple. A loud moan flew out of your parted lips as your hazy gaze took in the sight of your dress and bra pulled down and the man caressing your nipples, alternating between sucking and licking them, while your naked chest was heaving under his ministrations.

With his mouth almost engulfing your whole breast, Johnny glanced up at you and his blown out lustful eyes sent another bolt of arousal through your core.

“Johnny, please,” was all you could muster. He hummed into your tit before parting from it and searching for your glossy eyes.

“Do you like it when I do this?” He asked, his breath hitting your saliva coated skin, your nipples as hard as diamonds now. You mumbled a weak ’yeah’..

“Good. And have you ever had your pussy kissed, beautiful?”

You bit your lip, almost reaching your high just from hearing the question.

“No,” you whispered back and Johnny shot you a mysterious smile.

“Can I be the first, baby?”

“I— I don’t know,” you said hesitantly.

“C’mon, bunny. I wanna make you feel good. Wanna feel real good?”

The act seemed to you so intimate and vulnerable, just an idea of it made you anxious.

“Lil scared bunny,” he smiled and then wrapped his fingers around your naked breast, holding it in his hand. “Look.”

A second later his lips brushed your nipple again, his dark eyes locked with yours.

“Imagine the nipple is your little clit. I’ll jus’ lick it like that.”

His tongue stroked it, covering the sensitive bud in his saliva.

“Then I’ll suck on it like this.”

Johnny took it into his mouth and applied gentle suction to it.

“I’ll make you come so hard like that. It’s just another type of kissing, baby.”

You’ve never been turned on more than at that moment so after a few moments of consideration you shoved your fears away and whimpered,

“Ok.”

“Good girl.”

You hole clenched when you heard his praise. Johnny pulled the hem of his tee up and took it off.

Your breath hitched when you saw his strong chest and soft belly with a happy trail that led under his jeans. Johnny casually glided his hand over his strong torso and you bit your lip, not letting out another needy whimper.

“‘s getting too hot,” he mumbled and lay down between your thighs. His legs were hanging off the bed and you marveled at the muscles, flexing in his back and shoulders. You wondered if Joel’s body was as gorgeous as his twin brother’s. Of course it was, you thought.

The dress was still covering you and after a nod from you, Johnny lifted your skirt. Your hips flew up as if by themselves when he started sliding your panties off.

”Fuck, baby, this is the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen,” his soft voice praised you as you were lying in front of him, almost naked and trembling with nerves.

“Thank you,” you whispered back.

“Can’t wait to taste you.”

He spread your folds with his index finger and a thumb while his shoulders were keeping your thighs wider apart. Your pussy opened up to him like an offering.

“Pretty flower,” he commented and immediately did what he’d promised.

He licked your hardened clit, drawing a pathetic moan from you, and then lapped at it a few times. The sensations you were feeling were incomparable to anything you’d ever experienced. Your hand darted to your naked breasts and you began twitching your nipples.

“Fuck, yeah,” he mumbled against your sex and the vibrations sent shivers through your body.

Johnny smiled, having noticed your reaction, and began sucking on your bud, massaging it between his lips.

“Ahhh—oh my god—oh yeah,” was all you could mutter. When you were on the brink of ecstasy, his tongue slid down and snuck into your virginal hole. He began fucking you with it, spreading your walls with his flattened tongue and your needy screams, moans and whimpers filled the bedroom. You were sure that if someone was passing by your house, they’d hear the sounds of your pleasure but your mind was switched off, only the bliss between your legs and the man giving it to you mattered at that moment.

You tried to grab his hair but it was too short to hold on to so your palm pressed onto the back of his head as you were greedily holding Johnny's mouth against your pussy.

“Fuckin’ delicious. Can’t believe I’m first.”

With your glossed over gaze you watched him return his tongue to your throbbing clit and stroke it a few times, until your eyes rolled back and a hard orgasm exploded like fireworks inside your core, sending hot waves of euphoria through your body.

Johnny didn’t stop lapping at you until you tried to close your legs, the ache of overstimulation burning you.

He sat up and wiped his wet chin with the back of his hand, the other hand splayed over your thigh, gently rubbing it.

“Look at you, beautiful. Came hard for me, huh? Jus’ like I promised.”

He smiled at you, visibly pleased with your almost drunk post-orgasmic state. Your tits were out and slightly pushed up by the neckline, nipples puffy from his and your caress, your summer dress bunched up around your waist, your glistening pussy fully on display.

While your eyes were admiring the beauty of his features, so similar to Joel’s, you failed to notice his hands unzipping his jeans and pulling them down.

Your gaze darted to the lower part of his body when you spotted a movement there— his hard cock bobbing over your naked cunt.

It was long, quite thick, with a fat tip that was oozing clear precum. He stroked the shaft a couple of times with his big hand and grunted, “ya wanna make me feel good too, baby?”

As if by an instinct your thighs opened up wider, inviting him inside you, your mind clouded by lust.

“Yes, Johnny.”

“Nah, baby, call me Joel,” he gruffed as he bent down, planted his hands on the bed, next to your shoulders and added, ”I know you wanna. And I ain’t against role playing.”

“Really?”

“Sure, bunny.”

It was wrong. And so hot at the same time. You giggled, sound strained by the nerves, twisting your stomach. He was big and you had never imagined your first time happening with a man you’d just met. Yet your pussy was screaming to be pierced with a cock. His cock. You’d never been turned on that much in your life and you gave in to the temptation without a second thought.

His lips found yours at the same time his tip nudged your hole, and when his tongue slipped into your mouth, the head of his cock pushed assertively into you.

He swallowed your whine and paused, hovering over your face, your eyes locked.

“Shit, ya tight. But we can do it, yeah, bunny?”

”It hurts, Johnny.”

“Shhh, not Johnny, remember? C’mon, it’ll help you relax.”

“Joel.”

“Yeah, good girl.”

As if the name of the man you loved was magical, you walls relaxed a little, letting in a few inches of his brother’s manhood.

Johnny planted a light kiss on your lips and you felt his thumb graze your clit before he began gently rubbing it.

“Close your eyes, beautiful, let my cock taste your sweet cunt.”

“Oh, fuck, Joel,” you moaned, fully lost in the fantasy, and squeezed your eyelids shut.

“Now breathe. Big breaths, bunny.”

He was whispering praise into your ear, distracting you from the dull pain of the stretch, slowly pushing his length in while his thumb was swirling around your clit.

“Like that, beautiful—yeah, tight little cunt— the tip’s in—good, so good—a little more, baby—my good girl—fuck, it’s almost in—-YEAHHH..”

His triumphant growl mixed with your loud moan when his balls hit your ass and you felt full like never before.

As soon as he sheathed his manhood inside your warm tight cunt, your lips locked, and while your tongues were sliding against each other, you were trying to get used to the feeling of something so long and thick stuffed inside you.

Your walls soon accommodated his cock and the pain slowly dissipated, giving way to pleasure.

“Ima be gentle, baby,” Johnny promised, after breaking the kiss, and languidly rolled his hips into yours. The sensation of his big member moving inside your tight channel made you tilt your head back into the pillow and open your lips in a silent moan.

He didn’t lie. With one hand planted on the bed, the other playing with your clit, he was sliding his cock in and out of your sopping pussy, slowly but surely bringing you closer to the peak. Your greedy hands danced over the slopes of his strong chest, fingers digging into his biceps, nails leaving white marks on his tan skin.

“Yes, Joel—please—so good, Joel,” you were whispering, letting your broken heart believe that the man you had always dreamed about was between your legs at that moment.

Johnny’s greedy eyes couldn’t get enough of you- your lustful expression, your tits bouncing with each thrust, your folds, spread around his base.

“Ya have the wettest pussy, baby. Soakin’ me so good. Look at all that cream.”

With hazy eyes you watched him swipe his thumb over the base of his cock, coated in your pearly juices, and bring it to his lips. He took the finger in his mouth and hummed in pleasure.

Your tongue slid over your lower lip and, taking it as an invitation, Johnny kissed you, sharing the taste of your desire.

You were melting under his unhurried thrusts, but your core needed more and, too shy to ask for it, you began meeting his hips halfway, fucking yourself on his cock harder.

“Mmm, bunny wants more?” Johnny smirked into a corner of your lips.

“Yes, Joh—Joel, please.”

“Of course, beautiful. Let’s make this sweet pussy scream.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he sat up and pulled your hips to himself. You slid one the bed with a gasp and he chuckled before thrusting in harder.

His tip hit your cervix and you grasped the sheets with a moan.

“Hurts, baby?”

“A little.”

He shook his head, grabbed a spare pillow and, after lifting your hips, placed it under your ass.

“Now?” he asked as he pulled his cock out to the tip and then shoved it back inside.

You whimpered when his cock kissed something delicious inside you and the sensation made you clench around his stiff member.

“Like that, yes, yes,” you mumbled, sounding drunk, eyes set on the place where you were joined.

Johnny smiled and rolled his hips again, the stroke hard and deep, and then again and again until he was rutting into you while you were turning into a whimpering, cock-dumb mess.

When he tilted his hips up and drilled his manhood into your cunt, you both saw a bulge appear in your belly and you gasped at the sight. You’d never seen anything like it.

Not stopping, Johnny placed his palm over the lump and tilted his head, watching and feeling his cock move under your skin.

“Fuck, ‘s hot.” He looked mesmerized. “You’re hot, bunny. Shit, gonna come soon. Do it with me.”

His thumb continued dancing on your clit and it took just a few strokes for you to explode. Your pulsating pussy was flattering around his manhood, nerves ablaze, while your juices flooded him inside your core, soaking his hot, soft skin, stretched over his throbbing cock. It was the hardest, most pleasant orgasm of your life and the warmth between your legs spread out, filling your heart with gratitude and affection.

Johnny was unaware of your inner feelings, and as soon as your pussy relaxed around him, he pulled his cock out and after a couple of pumps, started painting your pussy and belly with pearly white ropes of his thick cum.

You watched his balls draw up, his slit push out the load like you’d never seen anything more beautiful. Endorphins in your blood made you feel like you were floating, your limbs pleasantly tingling, and when your eyes met, you gave Johnny a tired, satisfied smile.

He answered it with his lopsided one and plopped on the bed next to you. You were catching your breath for some time until he tucked his softening cock into his jeans, got up and went to the bathroom.

You felt like you couldn’t move a muscle and, when he returned, he helped you to clean up with a wet towel.

“I reckon you ain’t on the pill,” he mumbled, wiping the cum off your skin.

“No. I will be,” you said, glancing up at him but his eyes were set on the task.

When he was done, you reached for him.

“Wanna cuddle?”

To your disappointment Johnny shook his head, and grabbed his tee off the floor.

“Need to go, bunny. I have a thing.”

You sat up, fixing your wrinkled dress, covering yourself up.

“Ok.” Your voice, small and sad, made him pause and he stepped up to the bed and bent down, reaching for you.

His hand cupped your heated cheek and he kissed you before speaking.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow. At Joel’s.”

You beamed at him, nodding eagerly.

Before leaving he wrote his number on a note and gave you a wink.

“Wear something hot for Joel. And for me.”

You barely slept that night— the memory of your first sex was playing on a loop in your head. Every time you closed your eyes, you felt Johnny’s hands on your body, his cock stretching you, and your pussy ached for him again. You made yourself come twice with your fingers and when the sun was already breaking through the inky sky, only then you fell asleep.

The next day you woke up early and texted Johnny ‘good morning’. He didn’t reply and you thought he must be still sleeping. So you busied yourself with preparations for the dinner— choosing the clothes to wear, makeup, accessories. You wanted to look casual but hot like Johnny had asked you. You decided on a pair of tight jeans and a sexy top and went to the kitchen.

You lied to your parents that in the evening you were meeting a friend. Like always after any party your mom was spilling out all the gossip she’d gathered the day before. Both you and your dad just hummed here and there, not really interested in the boring rumors but suddenly your ears perked up when she mentioned Joel’s twin brother.

”I can’t believe that man. No shame at all.”

She noticed that she finally had your active attention and her eyes lit up.

“What’s wrong with Johnny?” you asked, while fear was creeping up in your chest.

“He’s such a deadbeat brother. Poor Joel.”

It seemed like you stopped breathing altogether, listening to your mother talk about the man who had taken your virginity the day before. She continued,

“Johnny visits him once a year, borrows money and vanishes until the next time he needs it. Joel’s a single father! Working man! And that leach uses his kindness and generosity. Ugh!”

“How do you know all that?” you asked, grasping at the last straw of hope that it was a lie, misunderstanding, baseless rumour.

“Dear, everyone knows that,” your mother laughed and started talking about the other neighbor who had told her and you didn’t hear her anymore. Your thoughts were racing and your heart was pounding loudly in your ears.

You excused yourself and ran to your room.

‘He vanishes’—the words of your mother were ringing in your head, your stomach being twisted by nerves.

You plopped on your bed and called Johnny. He didn’t pick up. You decided to wait. 5 min later you called him again. Nothing.

In three hours you were a nervous mess. You had cried several times, had sent dozens of messages that were unanswered and unread, had called him more times that you wished to admit but hadn’t heard his voice once.

That phone number was the only thing that he had left you, yet you realized that there was another option.

You put on the clothes you’d prepared for the dinner, rinsed your face off your tears as well as you could and headed to Joel’s.

When you knocked on the door, you feared that no one would answer. The uncertainty was suffocating you and your breathing was heavy. All you wished for was to get answers - did the man who had taken your virginity lie to you? Did he use you like a fuck toy and vanished? Was his attention to you just a means to get into your panties?

You were chewing nervously on your lower lip when Joel opened the door. For a second you thought it was Johnny, so much they looked alike but a little ray of hope dissipated when you saw the man’s soft curls.

”Hey, sweetheart,” Joel greeted you, visibly confused by your visit.

You cleared your throat and mumbled,

“Hello. Could I see Johnny?”

Joel opened his mouth and closed it before mumbling,

“Fuck.”

Your heart fell in your stomach when you saw him pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh.

“Sweetheart. Excuse me but— Was he with you yesterday?”

You nodded and he cursed again.

“He told me— he—,” Joel paused, his expression sad and apologetic. ”I’m so sorry, sweetie, but he left this morning. I don’t know what he told you but—.”

He shook his head, looking physically pained to be telling you that.

When all your fears were proven right, you couldn’t keep your despair inside anymore. Tears burst out of your eyes as you were nodding at Joel’s words like everything was alright. Like you weren’t hurt. The tears flowed so much that you barely could see Joel through the wetness in your eyes.

Joel placed his warm hand on your shoulder.

“Please, sweetheart, come inside.”

When you asked Joel about Johnny, he immediately understood that you were the girl he had slept with the previous night. Johnny had bragged about fucking the hottest chick in the neighborhood.

Joel couldn’t believe it had been you, so shy and sweet, he’d never expected Johnny to get his hands on someone so pure and lovely.

He felt horrible for letting his vagabond brother into his home again, and subsequently into your life. When you were sitting in his kitchen, crying quietly, he wanted to comfort you so badly his heart hurt. He placed a hot cup of tea in front of you and you thanked him between sobs. A pang of guilt shot through his heart.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, stepping up to you. He took your hands in his and when you lifted your face and gave him a little smile, your gorgeous eyes full of tears, Joel felt something stir in his heart. Something he hadn’t felt for a long time. It made his breath hitch for a moment.

Even with your face streaked with tears you were so damn beautiful.

Why hadn’t he ever noticed how beautiful you were?

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hey!! i really love your posts and trust me when i say this but you're practically doing a work of charity by making all these synonym lists. 😩🫶

i was wondering if you could compile monument vocabulary. vocabulary to describe the intricate and exquisite designs inside historical buildings. tysm!

Some Historical Architecture & Interior Design Vocabulary

Acanthus Leaf - A leaf decoration often used on furniture, particularly on brackets and legs.

Acroterium - Originally an ornament on the roof corners of Greek temples. In classical furniture, similar ornaments applied to the top corners of secretaries, bookcases, highboys and other furniture.

Amorini - Cupid ornaments found on Italian Renaissance furniture.

Anthemion - A honeysuckle design from classical Greek decorative motifs. Term refers to any conventional flower or leaf design.

Antique - Could be anything ranging from a piece of furniture to art. The U.S. government considers any item over 100 years old to be an antique, whereas most collectors use 50 years as a benchmark.

Apothecary Chest - A low chest with small drawers that was originally used to store herbs for cooking and medicinal purposes.

Arabesque - Decorative scroll work or other intricate ornamentation consisting of foliage, vases, leaves and fruits, or fantastic human and animal figures.

Baroque - A highly ornate decorative style that originated in Italy in the 1600's. The style is characterized by irregular curves, twisted columns, elaborate scrolls and oversize moldings. The Italian equivalent of French "rococo".

Bibliotheque-Basse - A low cupboard with shelves for books. Doors are often of glass and sometimes fitted with grilles.

Bullate - Having the surface covered with irregular and slight elevations, giving a blistered appearance.

Cabriole leg - An ornamented furniture leg with a double curve structure.

Chevron - A 'zigzag' pattern characteristic of Romanesque decoration that is often carved around pillars, arches and doorways.

Chinoiserie - A European style of design that is meant to mimic elements of East Asian art.

Console table - A freestanding table, often found in the entryway of homes, that typically serves as a space for decorative elements.

Enfilade - A series of rooms that are connected via doorways that align with one another (commonplace in grand castles, like the Palace of Versailles, or even museums).

Etagere - A freestanding or hanging set of open shelves, designed to display trinkets or other decorative objects.

Gilding - A coating with a thin layer of gold or gold-like substance.

Klismos - Ancient Greek style of chair with saber shaped legs splayed at the front and back. The back legs continue up to support a shoulder-height curved back.

Laurelling - A decorative feature using the laurel leaf motif as its basis.

Lozenge - A diamond shaped decorative panel. Term comes from the Middle English word for stone.

Niche - A recess in a wall for displaying a sculpture or other accessory.

Ormulu - A metal resembling gold. Used as mounts and decorative effects on furniture.

Ovolo - A continuous ornament in the form of an egg which generally decorates the molding called the "quarter-round". Eggs are often separated from each other by pointed darts.

Passementerie - Fancy decorative trimmings such as tassels, tiebacks and ribbon.

Régence Style - This furniture style spanned from about 1715 to 1723, when France was ruled by a regent. This style of furniture design was a transition from massive straight lines to graceful curves.

Sconces - A type of light fixture that is fastened to a wall for support.

Swan-Neck Handle - A curved handle popular in the 1700's.

Trompe l’oeil - A technique used to trick the eye into thinking that something flat, like a wall, is actually three-dimensional. This is often achieved through photorealistic painting.

Victorian - An architectural style defined by highly ornamented design and grand, sweeping facades.

Wainscoting - A type of interior wall paneling that covers the lower portion of a wall.

"Traditional" Interior Design

When talking about traditional interior design, most are referencing a design style that originated in the 18th and 19th century throughout Europe. However, it’s worth noting that other cultures have their own versions of a traditional style that may not look the same as this more Western version.

Traditional Design Elements. Though not exhaustive, a traditional interior will often make use of the following elements: 

Emphasis on symmetry and order

Traditional architectural details such wainscoting and crown molding

Classic decor elements such as chandeliers and bookcases 

Neutral color schemes with pops of bold colors, often in jewel tones 

Upholstery and textiles tend to be subtler (cotton, velvet, or wool, for example)

Furniture pieces with traditional silhouettes, though they’re often updated with modern elements or finishes 

Layered window treatments and draperies; curtain valances aren’t used often

Classic patterns such as plaids, damask, or florals  

Flooring tends to make use of darker wood  

Sources: 1 2 3 4 ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Word Lists

Previous posts that include some related words you might find useful:

Some Architecture Vocabulary

Some European Renaissance Art Vocabulary

Some Medieval Art & Architecture Vocabulary: Part 1

Some Medieval Art & Architecture Vocabulary: Part 2

Some Roman Art Vocabulary

Thanks so much for your kind words, you're really sweet! I tried to include a wide range of terminology since you didn't specify which time period you were looking for. Do go through the sources if I wasn't able to include here what you need in your writing. Hope this helps <3

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CAPTAIN OF DREAMS. | leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

genre: little fluff.

warnings: reader unable to confess feelings (?), bit of swearing and maybe friends to lovers

notes: yeh this is the first fic that i wrote and that i will post at the same, i hope you like it. I couldn't build a big fic that could deepen the relationship between the two, so it's pretty superficial. 🦦

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Leah Williamson, your best friend, is the woman you have a crush on, but nobody knows it.

Before every match, Leah always put on her captain armband (regularly precise), but today she messed up trying to put it; yet this time, you were here.

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.” Chbosky.

❝ Hey, [reader]. Do you know where they stow the armband? ❞ You heard Leah inquire, standing in front of you, while the blonde rummaged through the clothes thrown inside her own suitcase and in the surroundings. ❝ I don't know where's that shit. ❞

It was game day, specifically against the Spurs. All the players were excited, getting ready for the match and chatting inside the locker room, since there was almost half an hour left for the game to start.

And you were no different, next to Leah's cabin, you had already started to put on your socks while talking to her.

Williamson and you have been best friends for a long, long time. You two have always been known as the football duo, always together; walking, eating, doing anything possible.

The big controversy is that last year your heart has blossomed even more for Leah Williamson. At first, you forced yourself to erase this feeling, but it failed.

Now, you support your love for the english while having to act like a mere friend, unable to confess due to fear of rejection.

❝ Here. ❞ You utter by raising your right index finger, accompanied by the armband on your fingertip. It was even incredible how the defender would not see the trimming on top of the bench, on her other side. ❝ When are you going to have an eye exam? ❞

Leah immediately gape at you, from the moment you burst into silly giggles, mocking the woman's poor eyesight. The defender's iconic grim expression was one of the main reasons to make you laugh.

❝ Huh, shut up. I have a perfect eyesight. ❞ Williamson tried to issue the sentence without laughing, but failed; also laughing at your joke. ❝ It was just inattention. ❞

❝ Oh yes, Captain! ❞ The enthusiastic tone wasn't hidden, you loved calling her by nicknames like that; meant a lot to both of you.

The english cackle again, giving you a little shove on the shoulder.

Suddenly, your eyes fell on the magnificence that was Williamson's face, especially when she display that smile. For moments like these, you would never confess to Leah.

Trading days where you could see that comforting giggles for a single day of anxiety over the answer that, you probably knew, didn't sound fair.

Leah sat next to you, on the same bench as you. The blonde body wedged to your left, now starting to put on the armband.

If it were last year, all this would not matter at all; something common and normal among friends. But now, everything was different, every attitude that Williamson made near or with you, had some meaning.

❝ Oh, what the hell. ❞ You came back to reality when you heard the defender grunt and complain.

When you looked to the side, leaning a little so that you could have a more concrete view, you saw...

���Leah Williamson struggling to put on the armbrand?

For a while your reaction was unusual, after all, Leah almost always wore armbands, it was a recurring thing on match days. Seeing the woman not being able to use the accessory was something even weird.

❝ What are you trying to do? ❞ You grill, slanting your head to the side.

❝ That bloody armband is not closing! ❞ Leah said through heavy sighs, her lungs almost tired from trying to force the accessory to close.

You poked Williamson. ❝ It's not about strenght. It's about technique, silly. ❞

The english turned her face towards you, raising one of her eyebrows, looking to doubt your sentence. ❝ Then help me, lady genius. ❞

Before getting up, you frowned, feigning indignation at the ignorance of others. You lifted your body, stepping in front of Leah and almost kneeling down, to be level with the armband.

❝ Give it to me. ❞ You stretched out your hand, enough so that the blonde could pass you the armband. ❝ Lower your shoulder a little more, please. ❞

And Leah lived up to her sentence. You just didn't expect that with such an inclination, the blonde's face would get so close.

Thus, your heartbeat immediately accelerates, accelerates fast as a race car leaving the starting line. All of a sudden, you could feel your heart almost come out of your mouth.

Your best friend's cerulean eyes managed to be so much prettier up close. The calm, serene breath flying close to your face was just too hard not to ignore.

❝ What are you waiting for, hm? ❞ Hearing Williamson's voice calmed your thoughts; except the heart.

❝ Sorry. ❞

You shook your head in an attempt to dismiss those thoughts away. Back to help, you opened the armband and slowly placed it under Leah's armpit area.

Over the sleeve of the red and white jersey, you stretched the accessory tightly enough so that it could close.

Indeed, the armband wasn't the right size for Williamson, but it wasn't anything that interfered with her blood circulation.

❝ Is that good? Do you want me to unscrew it or tighten it more? ❞ You asked after finishing, with the armband perfectly placed on the woman's arm.

Before answering, Leah waved her arm, staggered from side to side, comforting herself with the acessory. She also didn't fail to run her fingerprints over the fabric.

❝ Yes, perfect! ❞ Williamson brought her fingers to your face, all of them. ❝ Thank you so much, [reader], you are literally my lucky charm. ❞

The words of thanks were enough to make you redden, and the warm digits around your face only help with that.

If there was a mirror in front of you, you could see how red you were; red as a cherry.

Leah's fingers didn't let go, they stayed there. You took your right hand, previously used to close the clamp, now over the english's grip.

❝ You're welcome, but it wasn't a big deal, Leah. ❞ It was the only thing you could think of to answer. ❝ Next time, try first closing and then putting it. ❞

Leah smiled her dear smile, that bright, beautiful smile; the one you wanted to see every day by your side in bed. Amidst the scattered thoughts, you felt your face being pulled.

Williamson pulled your face up, enough so that she could place her lips on your forehead, canoodling it in thanks. ❝ I don't need to worry about it! Next time, you'll be with me again. ❞

That was enough to make you burst into higly strung, anxious, and loving chuckles. Deep down, you loved the way Leah made you feel. ❝ If you say so…I'm available, always. Especially when it comes to you. ❞

You didn't miss the opportunity to emphasis on how you would unconditionally support the english, regarding the friendship between the two of you.

Legs lifted and you returned to the bench, now closer to Williamson, almost glued to her side. From the moment you got up, you didn't let go of the captain's fingers.

Your globes landed back on the face of the woman you loved so much. Her look transcended the words you would never have the courage to say to her, Leah's eyes shone intensely, screaming affection and tenderness.

If Leah Williamson was a little smarter, she might get that message. But she was more focused playing with your long fingers, intertwining them, touching them against each other and who knows what else.

Lost in the midst of passionate thoughts, you didn't even notice the english's eyes staring back at you. ❝ [reader], you know what you look like every time you do that? ❞ Leah said.

❝ Huh? ❞ You blinked once, twice, several times until you came back to reality and understood what she said.

❝ A girlfriend. ❞ Williamson mumbled naively.

You fake coughed, your fingers slowly stopped playing with the defender's and your head wobbled to the side. ❝ How so? ❞ And like anyone else, you didn't miss the opportunity.

❝ Maybe it sounds strange, but having you by my side is the best thing in the world... Just like a girlfriend. ❞ The blonde justified the sudden sentence.

❝ Is this good? ❞ Your lips released without a second thought.

❝ It depends, do you like this idea? ❞ Leah replied.

Each time this conversation went on, the more anxious and hopeful you became. ❝ I think so. ❞ You confirmed with a simple smirk, so you wouldn't betray your nervousness.

❝ So you're like my girlfriend! ❞ Williamson responded quickly and with her typical zealous and fun-loving tone.

At this point, you wouldn't be able to decipher whether this was something positive or negative, something cute or just Leah playing with your feelings. The only thing you were sure of, was that you were enjoying this conversation, and you didn't want it to end so soon.

❝ Right, I'll play that part then. ❞ You whispered, chaffing, close to the side of the woman's face, before you laid your face on her shoulder.

Leah Williamson managed to mess with your mind: as much as you hated this 'joke', you also loved it.

You hated that you couldn't tell the truth, as you couldn't say that you really, really want to be Williamson's girlfriend. But you had devotion, warmth for how Leah treated you so well and how she always heed you, like a friend.

To summarize, keeping your mouth shut and appreciating all these attitudes rather than losing friendship with the english would, perhaps, be the best option.

Being able always here to help Leah Williamson put on the captain's armband would be a thousand times better than confessing.

❝ I love you, my dearest captain. ❞ You murmured so low and comical, but the defender still made the effort to be able to hear your sweet words.

❝ I love you too, [reader]! ❞ Williamson replied in the same tone, confidentially snooping into your face. ❝ Ready to bust in the field? ❞ She questioned, referencing the match that soon would start.

You didn't say anything, you just raised your left-handed fist, demonstrating a movement that meant readiness.

Leah chuckle, aiming to never take her eyes off you.

If you were facing her face to face, you would be able to admire your captain's beautiful dilated blue pupils.

And if you knew this information, maybe, all of this didn't just mean friendship, for either of them.

[kittensinribbons]

"bracelet?"

wc: 427

housepartner!reader caters to ghost's need to have a part of you with him at all times

cw: no caps!

ghost loved keeping parts of you on himself. it was your clothes at first. you had a fondness for old-fashioned accessories, so you had a small collection of handkerchiefs, and he always asked to take one before he had to leave. that was, of course, until he got one of them dirty. you insisted you could clean it and it would be fine, but ghost never took another one again.

so you two started to find replacements. "one of my rings?" you asked, wiggling your fingers. you wore them for decoration more than anything, anyways.

"thought you felt weird without them," simon replied, languidly stirring the soup on the stove. he always insisted on helping out when he came back home.

"it's just a ring."

simon gave you a glance.

back to the drawing board.

the two of you went back and forth until it was time to eat. although you weren't one to drop a subject, you valued having peace together as much as conversation. so you and ghost sat down on the couch and ate your lunch of grilled cheeses and tomato soup. hand-made, of course.

when you two were finished, simon took your dishes with a kiss to your forehead and a simple, "'s alright, darling," stifling your efforts to do it yourself. you sat in defeat as he began to load up the dishwasher, neither of you feeling like doing the dishes yourselves.

"what about a bracelet?" you ask.

simon closed the dishwasher, finished up, and gave a soft chuckle. "you don't give up, do you, love?" he asked, already headed back towards you.

you smiled and laid back so he could lay on top of you. his arms, as they always did, wound around your waist, his head resting on your chest. "nope. so, bracelet?"

before he answered, ghost let out a soft sigh, like the weight of the world had lifted off his shoulders, and he could finally settle into you. like usual, the feeling of relief didn't kick in for a while after he came home. he'd explained that he needed a long time to really realize that you were still willing to wait for him to come home, no matter what.

you brushed your fingers through his sandy hair, making him let out a soft sound. there was a domestic air that could only come when simon was home. you supposed it made sense; home was with simon, after all.

"yeah," simon murmured, his voice already drowsy after the warm soup and being in your arms. "bracelet sounds nice."

[girloftheisland]

Scammed on Mercari: How I Fell Victim to Fraud Thanks to Social Engineering

If it's too good to be true, then it probably is.

I had never been scammed before on the web. I thought it was something that happened to boomers with low internet literacy, to those who open suspicious emails with urgent subject lines that impersonate someone they know, asking for help in the form of $100 gift cards. You know, scams like that.

I confess before this incident I hadn't shopped much on Mercari to buy American Girl stuff on the second market. Mercari seemed like a place where everyone tries to squeeze maximum dollars out of a sale. Dolls go for high prices, and rare outfits go for egregious prices.

One day recently I was skimming through listings on Mercari because I had decided that I wanted to find an early Pleasant Company Molly. I found a lot that was labeled as "Molly American Girl Doll by Pleasant Company HUGE LOT" — and you can bet that it was a huge lot. This person was selling a PC Molly, along with most of the things from her collection: furniture, outfits, accessories, and trunk. If that wasn't enough, the person was also selling a grill and picnic set and several modern outfits, including one that I consider the holy grail of Pleasant Company outfits: a complete Earth Day Outfit that speaks to me on a deep level with its hippie style and 90s beatnik vibes.

It may sound silly now, but it was the Earth Day Outfit that sent me over the edge. Here was something that I had been trying to grab at a decent price for ages. The entire lot was listed for over $650 but marked down to around $550. With Mercari's fees and taxes, it would be around $700. That's a lot of money. But there was a lot of bang for the buck here. I thought that maybe someone was clearing out their storage unit and just wanted to get rid of these 90s toys. On top of that, the listing had a notification at the top that read: "Someone has this in their cart."

Sites like Mercari and eBay (well, maybe every consumer site) will use forms of social engineering to entice users to buy. Lower those inhibitors. It happened to me. As soon as I saw that "someone else has this in their cart" message, whether real or generated, my brain froze and my fingers took over. I grabbed the lot in seconds and then triumphantly sat back in my chair when the payment successfully went through, and whoever had the item in their cart (real or generated) was out of luck.

And once that shopper's high was over, reality started to settle in. There were several odd factors about this listing that I should have paid attention to, and usually do when I'm not a goblin chasing after a perfect set. Most collectors will know the tell-tale signs of a fraudulent or questionable listing.

First, and this will be obvious, you probably shouldn't buy from someone who has zero ratings on their seller profile. How can you know that they're reputable? Scammers create new profiles all the time just to sell an item, or a large lot, and then delete the profile once the scam is complete and the money is in their pockets. They can't reuse the same profile every time; otherwise, it'd have a pile of negative reviews, right?

In my case, the listing also had an unanswered question on its page. That's another red flag. Shouldn't the seller communicate with potential buyers? One user had asked if Molly had a white or tan body, and the seller never answered. So if you're not sure if a listing is real or fake, chat up the seller to see what they know about the item. If you get nothing but radio silence, abort the mission.

After completing the purchase, I had immediate doubts, but I couldn't give up the idea that I had just scored an impressive lot and a number of things that I could check off on my collecting list. That's how these scams work: they pull you in and keep you there. The lot was marked "shipped" the next day and dropped off at the USPS the following day, and when viewing the shipment tracker, I had to face yet another red flag. The original listing said the lot was located in Ohio. But the package was dropped off in Tampa, Florida.

Due to Hurricane Helene, it was stuck in Tampa for several days. It was supposed to arrive on a Monday, but that day came and went, and I was getting worried that it got stuck. Understandably, too, since the hurricane devastated the Carolinas and hit Florida hard. I messaged the seller for the first time and asked what they knew about the postal situation down there, and all they replied was: "Hello, it has been delivered."

Ha, delivered!? USPS trackers are decent enough, and this one said it was still in transit and so unequivocally NOT delivered to my doorstep. In retrospect, I imagine that the scammer was probably laughing and enjoying the ride, while I continued to live in a dreamworld where a huge PC Molly lot was heading my way. I didn't reply to the seller, because ironically, the package was delivered that same evening.

I had asked my partner, who was working from home that day, to check our driveway periodically and be on the lookout for a large package. He checked every half hour but found nothing. You see, we live in a rural area. Our mailbox is not at our house but located half a mile down the road in a cluster mailbox where all the houses on our street collect their mail. Small packages are stored in parcel lockers there. Big packages come straight to the house. When my "lot" was delivered, the tracker said it was left at the mailbox. And I can tell you that there could be no way that such a large lot would fit in a tiny parcel locker. It was another red flag.

I got in my car and drove down the road, inserted my key into our mailbox, and found a small bubble envelope addressed to me. I ripped it open right there and stared dumbfounded at not a PC Molly lot, but a $1 Morgan silver dollar coin. I was angry and felt my blood pressure rise, and you'd think that I would wake up there and then, but I was still clinging to the hope that I would get that Molly lot. I just assumed that the seller had sent me the wrong thing. It's okay to laugh.

I drove back home and messaged the seller. I demanded that they send me the correct items or issue a refund ASAP. I showed the coin to my partner, who immediately understood that I had been the victim of a scam. He talked some sense into me, and I slowly realized that he was right. I had fallen hard for the scam and wanted to cling to it even with all the evidence before me.

Plus, I had just lost $700 dollars.

My partner was calm about the situation, but I was pissed. We decided that we would follow protocol and try to get the money back. We read postings on reddit threads about other people who had fallen for Mercari scams and how they resolved them. I followed Mercari's rules and opened a ticket. I asked to return the item and chose one of their predetermined reasons, that the item I received didn't match the listing. It sure as hell didn't.

Mercari approved the request and sent me a label to ship back this stupid $1 coin. However, on the return label I saw the final red flag. If you remember, the lot was supposed to ship from Ohio but was actually dropped off at a USPS in Tampa, Florida. The return address on the new label was listed for Hawaii. I googled the address and quickly realized that it wasn't valid. The street address was for a block of condos, but the condo or apartment number on the address didn't exist. How was I supposed to return this item, have it delivered, and then receive the refund?

This is how scammers get away with it. According to Mercari's policy, you have three days after receiving an item to try to return it. Otherwise, the sale will be marked as final, and the money goes to the seller. The sale will also be marked as final if you rate the seller. I became worried that the package would get stuck in USPS limbo because it didn't have a valid address, and then the scammer would reap the reward.

I wouldn't go down easily, though. I was going to kick and scream until the situation was rectified. I would make no future contact with the seller. I refused to mail off the item and renewed my ticket with Mercari. I presented all the evidence. Listed off the hallmarks of the scam. Waited for them to do something.

Luckily, the next day I received a refund notification and a note on the ticket from a real person at Mercari that said the sale was cancelled due to the safety of the transaction and other jargon, which all meant that they realized it was a fraudulent post and would delete the listing and the scammer's account.

It was a relief. It was a hard lesson to learn.

The moral of this story is that scammers are attracting unassuming buyers from all sorts of collecting worlds. Even American Girl/Pleasant Company. Try to be safe and savvy when browsing the web. Don't be like me and jump on something that's too good to be true. Because it probably is.

But to end on a positive note, the $1 silver dollar Morgan coin that was shipped in place of the PC Molly lot could be worth $300+ due to its rarity. So that's something.

[mjonthetrack]

R2

The following afternoon Tamika spent

yelling about instructing a bunch of men on

what she wanted placed where. She was

standing in the bedroom which once belonged

to her parents, as soon as her siblings had gone

Tamika had the home renovated it was a nice

ass two story considering the way the

neighborhood used to be. “Big mama where you

put them chairs at?!,” Zilla called out from

downstairs, the smell of Jacob Fatu on the grill

out back messing with a smoker filled her

nostrils. Fixing her mini dress adding an old

pair of her mama’s bamboo earrings she was

down the steps pointing to the younger man

who had been nothing but faithful to their

families alliance, though he was much younger

than her Mika had bailed his ass out of jail

at least seven times now for holding down

her family alongside his own. Jacob Fatu

was one of the old heads who was always

tryna give her some og type of insight even

when she told his stupid ass to leave her alone.

The three of them were pretty close having

figured this street shit out together. Tamika

wandered outside thanking one of the Fatu men

who handed her a solo cup with Henny in it.

“That’s some real hood rich shit if I ever

seen it beautiful,” the deep voice made Tamika

grin, abandoning her cup she was now up in

the arms of a tall man . “East,” she yelled her

legs wrapped around the tall man’s hips, he

chuckled rocking her in his embrace, his hands

supporting her beneath her full thighs,” hey

Ma, long time no see.” Dave East was apart

of the gangs on her mamas side, though they

weren’t related and he was a few years older

the man was always around whenever she

was near her mamas side. It was the same

man who was her rock at times when the

brothers disappeared, when her right hand

left her hanging for prom it was East who

stepped up and offered to take the crying

teen. “When the fuck you get out, I thought they

had a big bid on your head?” She asks looking

into his eyes shocked, “I got out on parole they

gave me this dumb ass accessory but I’m not

sweatin it I heard you was having a kickback and

had to come see my little mamas.” Tamika

placed a kiss on his cheek, hopping down

she grasped his large tatted hand guiding him

over to where Jacob dapped the man up, having

just been on his way out when Dave was going

in the pen. “How you been man?,” Zilla asked

handing the man a cup to drink,” like I been

locked up, I’m ready to loosen up,” Dave said

his eyes never straying far from Tamika. It

was not a secret the pair had some casual

flings here and there but they both had a

lifestyle where relationships didn’t work out

and they were too damn busy at the tops

of their own families to entertain feelings

beyond scratching an itch when they needed

someone familiar.

The Fatu brothers arrived later on when

the food was ready to eat and music was

bumping from speakers. Jimmy was hand

in hand with Trinity who led him over to where

her bestie was,” hey bitch,” she called out

making Tamika laughs waving,” what’s up

pretty, hey Jimmy good to see ya,” she spoke

sitting comfortably on Dave’s lap smoking a

blunt the scent of swishers filled the space

“What’s up Trin,” Dave called out lowly from

behind Tamika a strong arm lazily around the

woman’s waist. The other woman grinned

brightly,” big man, when you get out?!” He

explained as he did his voice paused spotting

the new guests,”ah man what a blast from the

past, it’s the little twins, what’s good little

homies.” Jimmy dapped him up but kept

his response not liking his good sis on his lap

not especially when it was supposed to be

his brother,” we straight, good to see ya.” Jey

clenched his jaw looking up from his folded

chair where he sat to catch up with his cousins,”

man what the fuck is going on here?” he gritted

out glaring at the scene in front of him. Jacob

shrugged setting a plate in Jey’s hands,” you

was gone mane what you expect her to stay

single, yall was close but it was never like that.”

Jey sucked in annoyed,” I’m not tryna hear all

that, the fuck East so comfortable with my

baby for he knew what was up then.” He heard

what the newly freed man said and his mouth

parted his grills shining,”Not so damn little

anymore Uce since when was you so close,” he

called over. Dave laughed at the man’s hostility

he answered when Tamika had gone to dance

with her friend Trin, “ah man you still got

that little crush on lil mamas, chill little homie

we not together, I mean we been together in

some interesting places but not like that,” he

said the last bit to pinch a nerve, the taller man

didn’t like how the Samoan left the woman. Jey

was at his feet at the words his skin glistening

slightly from the heat of the smoker, Jacob

placed a hand on his shoulder shaking his head.

Jey kissed his teeth laughing darkly patting

East’s shoulder a little roughly,” I’m home now,

for good now, your services aren’t needed any

more.” Dave clenched his jaw but shifted to

puffing from a blunt,” man whatever,” Jey

stepped in the direction of the house, stepping

inside he took in the changes to the space

“Damn it’s been too long,” he muttered seeing

an old family picture on the mantle of a newly

done fireplace. His fingers traced over the

young Tamika who smiled with a gaped smile

at the camera. “ You can’t be going off like

that cuzzo, it’s not the same here, you been

gone a minute, them two got close when you

dipped on her,” came Zilla’s voice entering the

crib sliding on the ps5 Tamika had set up

for whenever the boys came over. “Man

fuck allat I’m back now, it’s about to be

some damn changes around here,” Jey

accepted the spare controller sliding onto

the couch. “Ya know, she missed you a lot

big mamas ain’t been the same since then,

it would do her good for you to be back, at

the end of the day that’s you,” Zilla said

plainly nodding his head in the direction of

where they’d seen Mika on the other man’s lap.

“Aye yall keep my damn door closed for it get

smoky in my house,” Tamika snapped walking

inside closing the back sliding doors.”Ma’am,”

Zilla called out going back to easily beating

Jey who’s mind was distracted, The scent of

Tamika’s perfume engulfed the space as she sat

down between the two,” what yall foreheads

playing?” Jey scoffed,” mane whatever I ain’t

have time to brush up on the game,” he said

despite Zilla laughing beating him once more.

Noting his lack of response Tamika rolled her

eyes,” I know you ain’t in your feelings from last

time forehead,” she flicked the Samoan’s

temple. Jey closed his lips in a firm line to

avoid saying something slick, to the woman’s

calculated eyes she laughed,” get out your

damn feelings Joshua, it’s old news.” Zilla

noted the starting of their argument and shook

his head standing,” yeah ima go help Jacob yall

tripping.” Jey raised a brow at her,” ain’t no

damn old news I’m here now, stop acting

like you hard Tami.” Tamika shook her head,”

who the fuck you talking to Fatu, cause I know

you not that damn stupid,” she stood up

blocking his view of the tv. Jey folded his

arms evenly eyeing her,” you learn to handle

guns and run with big dogs doesn’t mean you

not the same little girl who used to cry when

I wasn’t around.” Tamika tutted,” you know

I spent years building up what my daddy left,

I got colors collaborating to protect us from the

outside, the pigs and enemies.” Tamika places

her manicured fingers on her hips,” you left,

you failed me, I did with what I had, don’t

down play my struggle just because you

wasn’t here to see it.” She clicks her tongue

laughing sarcastically,”matter of fact who am I

to be explaining myself to you, I heard ya pops

was setting your brother and you up to run the

Fatu family, I pray he didn’t make a mistake

because from the pretty bitching boy in front

of me I don’t think you cut out from the same

cloth anymore.” Jey stood up gripping her chin

roughly focusing her on his face,” don’t you ever

try and play with my ability, just because I left

doesn’t mean I was out there vacationing, ever

think who was behind ya daddies killer ending

up on the same side walk?!” Tamika’s eyes

widened remembering the pigs face posted

up all around the news a week before prom,

Jey was distant and then he was gone, it clicked

in her head her mouth parting.”So the next time

you try and question me make sure the

tantrum you throwing make some fucking sense

Tami, you may have gotten this new role but you

still that stubborn ass teen, you only see shit

that you want to see, you think I wanted to

fucking leave you,huh?!” When her responses

went missing instead wide eyes looking at his

he rolls his eyes dropping his hand heading for

the front door,” whatever baby I’m out.” “Yeah

fucking run away bitch,” she yelled at his back

confused and angry tears spilled down her

cheeks, his pops never explained why the

brothers hurried disappearance, but now it

made it clear it was a protective order, her

right hand, the cute little boy who always

cheered her up, was the one behind the gun

bringing her family some street justice.

Jey froze clutching the frame of the doorway

he spun and stormed to her cornering her,” what

the fuck did you call me?!,” his breath was minty

and the look of his grills and the way his

handsome face screwed up in anger she

swallows harshly,”Jey-,” his tongue swiped

over his bottom lip nodding his head laughing

sarcasm dripping with venom,” that’s the fuck

I thought, watch your fucking mouth don’t make

me put you in your place in front of ya guests.”

Tamika shook her head,” you don’t know me,”

Jey leaned his head down his deep voice

brought goosebumps amongst the skin on her

neck as he whispered above her ear,” don’t

let me catch you like that again with East,

I’ll show you how to really use a gun ma,

you’re a capable woman but never forget

who was your protector, I’m back and you

gone show me some fucking respect, got

it Mika?” Tamika swallowed harshly as she

felt her cheeks warm up at this new side of

the boy she knew before,” yeah whatever-,”

the man’s hand gripped her bicep making her

shudder,” okay Jey.”

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Muscle Cars Legends: Dodge Charger

From today’s perspective, governed by modern standards and principles, it is totally inconceivable the very existence of famous and immortal Muscle Cars. Cars designed to “burn tires” on the streets and asphalt, However their enormous popularity, which only grows with ages, thanks to the inevitable charm, performance and power, which still today are at the very top, and the quality that best reflected the surviving models.

We’re starting with one of the most typical representatives – Dodge Charger.

In the early 60s the US auto industry was affected by the great wave of modernization, which is reflected in superior design forms, a higher degree of comfort and most importantly – the more powerful engines.

Dodge factory at the time was a typical American company with a wide range of models. The new model, called Charger, was officially presented in 1966 and was a positive shock that American and World public, experienced in the 60s.

It is a very modern design fastback coupe with huge dimensions, which had double hidden headlights and rear light units along the entire width of the vehicle.

The Interior applied some unusual solutions, such as the center console that stretches to the rear seat of the car, so there were four separate seats in the cabin. In addition, the already huge trunk could further be increased by pushing the rear seats, so this model became surprisingly practical.

Technical solutions follow astounding view of the Dodge Charger. Under the hood, you could find four units with volume 318 cid (5,1 liter with 230hp) 360 cid (5,9 liters 265hp) 383 cid (6,2 liters 325hp) and a monstrous 426 Hemi engine (7 liters with 425hp). All engines except the weakest, serial deliveries were 4-speed manual transmission, while Torqueflite automatic transmission was available only in an altered form, where the gears are changed at the maximum of 5,500 RPM per minute. The list of accessories was long, and besides factory relying on modifications, it could be obtained a slip differential, for serious street racers.

Next year Charger undergoes minor changes, and the biggest news is the legendary Mopar engine – 440 cid (7,2 liters 375hp).

In 1968 Dodge presents the public second-generation Charger. The technique remains the same, but with a new look has been one of the most beautiful and biggest Muscle Cars coupes of all time.

The next year, in addition to the minimum design change – vertically divided grille and new rear lights, Dodge with this model was increasingly affirms the racetrack. Through the smoke of burning tires and obtained many bets on the asphalt, the street reputation and honor was already been guaranteed.

[simzslayer]

Mods & overrides recommendations January 2023

Masculine CAS

Appelsiini hair

Bald Hair

Striped tshirt accessory top

Taper twist

Pillow talk pajamas set

Human made collection

Feminine CAS

Osha boots

Coquette coat

Separated hoodie growing together

pin this skirt

Decode set

Icchi (creator highlight)

Maria set

Let it snow

Masmerizing sims (creator highlight)

Kids & Toddlers CAS

Dylan Hairstyle

Slumber Party

Asparagus scarf

Fake tattoos

hair conversions

fairy wings

Build/ buy mode

Towels

TS3 clutter conversions

Children wall doodles

basement bar

Papasecure window grills

Cat coffee tables

Skeleton as a toilet paper stand

Hipster Hugget Seat

Overrides / gameplay mods

clothes piles overrides

Discover university notebook override

Coffee art override

basegame toilet edits

playable clue boardgame

Apartment hall overrides

Job finding overhaul

functional pool table

Have some personality please!

Meaningful stories

All credits goes to the cc creators!

If you copped some of that cc feel free to support me by liking the video it helps a lot!

[exo-wvrse-bbl]

07/03/24 - xiumin

Knock! Knock! Ah~ Ah~ Bubble test~ Bubble test~~ Can you see this~~ The server crashed for a bit Boom!!💣💥 For those people who can’t extend their subscription, they’re saying you just have to wait a bit!! Don’t worry!! I only just woke up;; It’s been a while since I took a break!!! I’m staying in today!! Ah right!! Did you see the announcements about my birthday fanmeeting? What will happen on that day~~🧐 Ah right… We haven’t decided on the dress code for the 2nd session yet Should we decide on it?! I think Baekhyunie talked lettuce (hair) pin? Should we go fancier and do a Pork ribs wrap (hair) pin Can I grill meat on stage ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I’m just joking ㅋㅋ For the second session Let’s simply go for blue accessories What do you think?? Do you feel relieved? ㅋ (cutely) I think it would be nice if you could come feeling at ease so 1st Session- white colored top 2nd Session- blue accessories Summary done No disagreeing I gotta go clean the house then shower... My eyes are so....ㅋ

Let’s hang in there and be happy today too~~💙

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[bluenpinkcastle]

20240718: the History of LEGO Castle day 200. 70402 Gatehouse Raid (2013, 248 parts, 83 different pieces) Gatehouse Raid is a small gate with two light bluish gray and dark bluish gray sections on either side of a dual-opening black-barred gate with points on top. A black and red catapult with 4x4 dark bluish gray brick wheels is moved by a dragon soldier and a dragon knight on a black horse with red barding and black dragon head decorations. This set has four minifigures. -The first castle knight has a metallic silver knight helmet with front grill and blue plume, a yellow minifigure head with dark orange bushy mustache, goatee, eyebrows, and sideburns, a dual-sided dark bluish gray torso with blue arms and black hands, printed silver plate mail with a large gold crown in the center over a halved white and blue background with a silver chain belt and a brown and gold clasp, flat silver armor with a front-facing gold lion head with gold lion mane and gold crown, and dark bluish gray legs with printed metallic silver hip armor and a printed black buckle with silver notches. Accessories include a light bluish gray ovoid shield with a gold border and a front-facing gold lion head with a gold crown and black mane on a white and blue halved background and a flat silver elaborate hilt sword. -The second castle soldier has a metallic silver pike helmet, a yellow minifigure head with brown eyebrows and one-sided tooth grin, a dark bluish gray torso with blue arms and black hands and a dual-sided printed white and blue halved shirt with a brown cross-torso belt and a brown waist belt with gold crown symbol, and dark bluish gray legs with a black belt. -The first dragon solider has a black axe helmet, a yellow minifigure head with black beard and mustache and brown circles under the eyes, a dual-sided black torso with red arms and black hands with printed silver square studded mail, a silver printed belt with a silver buckle, a red dragon head with a red border on a black triangular print in the center, a silver neck protector with silver buckles on the back, and plain black legs. -The last minifigure is the red dragon knight with a black knight helmet with open eye slit and red plume, a dual-sided yellow minifigure head with black facial scruff, a black rat-patch, bushy black eyebrows and brown circles under the eyes, a dual-sided black torso with red arms and black hands with printed silver square studded mail, a silver printed belt with a silver buckle, a red dragon head with a red border on a black triangular print in the center, a silver neck protector with silver buckles on the back, black armor with a silver neck protector and a red front-facing dragon head on a black triangular background with a red border, and black legs with printed hexagonal red kneepads and a black belt with printed silver squares with black Xs. Accessories include a pearl titanium great sword and a light bluish gray ovoid shield with a silver border and a front-facing red dragon on a black background. Rare and unique pieces in this set include: -The red horse barding with black dragon head decorations is unique to this set. -The red horse battle helmet is only found in two sets, 70401 Gold Getaway and 70402 Gatehouse Raid. -The black horse with posable rear legs and a black bridle is only found in three sets, 70401 Gold Getaway, 70402 Gatehouse Raid, and 79108 Stagecoach Escape. -The light bluish gray ovoid dragon shield was only found in three sets, 70402 Gatehouse Raid, 70403 Dragon Mountain, and 850889 Castle Dragons Accessory Blister Pack. Parts inventory for this set can be found on BrickLink or Rebrickable and a free download of the instructions is available under the "instructions" tab on Rebrickable.

[rivergordon]

Best Tools for Grill Masters: Elevate Your BBQ Game

Grilling is both an art and a science, and the right tools can make all the difference. Whether you’re a seasoned BBQ expert or just starting, investing in top-quality grill accessories ensures a flawless cooking experience.

From precision tools to time-saving gadgets, these handpicked items are designed to enhance every aspect of grilling. Here’s a curated list of the best tools for grill masters, guaranteed to take your outdoor cooking skills to the next level.

[brunoschneider]

Best Tools for Grill Masters: Elevate Your BBQ Game

Grilling is both an art and a science, and the right tools can make all the difference. Whether you’re a seasoned BBQ expert or just starting, investing in top-quality grill accessories ensures a flawless cooking experience.

From precision tools to time-saving gadgets, these handpicked items are designed to enhance every aspect of grilling. Here’s a curated list of the best tools for grill masters, guaranteed to take your outdoor cooking skills to the next level.

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[vivatoyota-bangalore]

Drive into Elegance: Exploring the Fortuner Toyota Showroom in Bangalore – Viva Toyota

When it comes to luxury, performance, and reliability, the Toyota Fortuner stands out as a flagship SUV that redefines the driving experience. In Bangalore, Viva Toyota provides an unmatched platform to explore this iconic vehicle. Offering exceptional service and a deep understanding of Toyota's legacy, Viva Toyota invites you to step into a world of automotive excellence.

Visit Viva Toyota Car Showroom in Bangalore Today!!!

Get in Touch with Us!!!

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The Fortuner: A Benchmark of Sophistication and Power

The Toyota Fortuner has carved a niche in the SUV market with its bold design, robust performance, and luxurious features. Here’s what makes it a top choice for discerning buyers:

Imposing Design: The Fortuner boasts a dynamic exterior with sleek lines, LED headlights, and an unmistakable grille that commands attention on the road.

Powerful Performance: Equipped with advanced engines and cutting-edge technology, the Fortuner delivers a seamless driving experience, whether on city roads or rugged terrains.

Luxurious Interiors: Step inside to discover plush seating, premium materials, and an intuitive infotainment system designed for comfort and convenience.

Safety First: Advanced safety features such as ABS, multiple airbags, and a robust stability control system ensure peace of mind on every journey.

Why Choose Viva Toyota in Bangalore?

1. World-Class Showroom Experience

At Viva Toyota, every visit is designed to leave a lasting impression. The spacious and modern showroom is thoughtfully laid out, allowing you to explore the Fortuner and other Toyota models in comfort.

2. Expert Guidance

Our team of knowledgeable sales professionals is passionate about helping you make informed decisions. Whether you’re a first-time buyer or looking to upgrade, we’ll guide you through every step of the process.

3. Comprehensive Test Drives

Experience the Fortuner firsthand with a personalized test drive. Feel the power, comfort, and advanced features as you take the wheel.

4. End-to-End Services

From financing options to seamless after-sales service, Viva Toyota ensures a hassle-free ownership journey. Our commitment doesn’t end at the sale – it extends to ongoing support and maintenance.

Explore the Fortuner’s Variants at Viva Toyota

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Engineered for thrill-seekers, the 4x4 variant delivers unparalleled performance on challenging terrains.

Fortuner Legender

For those who desire a touch of opulence, the Legender variant combines cutting-edge technology with a luxurious design.

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NYX’s NIGHTFALL

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

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“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭“

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Natalya awoke to the soft chirping of birds outside her window, a smile already tugging at her lips. Slipping out of bed, she padded across the hardwood floor to her vanity, adorned with an array of cosmetics and hair accessories. Today, like any other day, she had a routine to follow—a delicate dance of beauty rituals and wardrobe choices. She couldn't stop thinking about the dinner she and her friends had at the grill the night prior.

As if Caroline wasn't already overbearing in the school hallway, interrogating her and Elena, she went ahead and took it up another level by grilling poor Stefan on his whole family situation. Natalya was put off by Stefan; she got a weird vibe from him. Even Bonnie said she felt weird around him, but then again, she swore on her lucky stars that when she touched him the other night, she saw a vision. Natalya brushed her teeth, washed her face, and applied some light makeup. Growing up, Elena always told her how beautiful she was, and because of that, she preferred light makeup over heavy. She decided to straighten her hair down and applied two white clips on each side, pinning back her front hair. She shut the light off in her bathroom, heading for her dresser. She pulled out her favorite pair of denim jeans. She and Bonnie decided to customize their jeans one sleepover when they got bored. Hers had a Playboy bunny on one pocket. Then she grabbed a pink lace tank top and put on her pink Converse.

After quickly fixing her shirt and grabbing a sweater, Natalya grabbed her backpack and headed out of her room. But as she swung open the door, she collided with someone, causing her to stumble backward. "Ouch!" Natalya exclaimed, blinking in surprise as she regained her balance. She looked up to see her older sister Elena standing in the hallway, a bemused expression on her face. "Elena, you scared me!" Natalya laughed, adjusting her backpack. Elena chuckled, shaking her head at her sister's antics. "Sorry about that, I was rushing," Elena said, hiding her smile. "Rushing to go see Stefan?" Natalya said with her eyebrows raised and a smile in her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about," Elena said back in a sly voice. "You look amazing as always though, Talya," Elena said, looking her up and down with a smile. One thing about Elena was that she truly adored her baby sister; she was her best friend. Elena had many friends, but none would ever top Natalya in her eyes. She loved her sister endlessly and she was happy that she was finally enjoying her life since their parents passed away. "Why thank you, sister," Natalya smiled back, spinning in a circle to show off her outfit, feeling a surge of affection for her sister. Despite their occasional clashes, she knew Elena always had her back. "GIRLS!" they heard their aunt Jenna yell; they both scrambled down the stairs where they found their aunt standing in front of a mirror with her hair in a crazy updo. "Do I look like an adult? As in respectfully parental?" she asked, turning to the girls. "Depends on where you're going," Elena said, looking over at Jenna. "I agree with Lena," Natalya joined in. Jenna sighed. "Jeremy's parent-teacher conference," she said, moving her hair down. "Hair up or down?" she asked. Natalya moved behind her, grabbing her hair and putting it back up in a clip. "Sexy stewardess," she said, moving it back down. "Boozy housewife," Natalya finished, patting Jenna on her butt with a wink. "Up it is; you two are feisty today," she said, finishing pinning her hair up. "I feel good today, which is rare, so I've decided to go with it," Elena said, moving towards the kitchen. "Fly free, walk on sunshine, and all the stuff," she said, sitting at the kitchen island. "I know why you feel good; one word, starts with an S," she said back to Elena with a smug look. "And to answer you, Aunt Jenna, I slept so good last night; of course, I feel good," she said, turning back to Jenna. "Well, I'm glad Jeremy seemed miserable; something about building a birdhouse," she said, moving her hands as she went through the fridge before she paused. "There is no workshop, is there?" Both girls stifled their laughter, shaking their heads no.

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Natalya was walking down the hallway with bonnie and caroline, "i'm confused, are you psychic or clairvoyant?" caroline said putting up signs for the cheer team as she walked "Technically, grams says I'm a witch. My ancestors were these really cool Salem witch chicks or something.Grams tried to explain it all, but she was looped on the liquor so I kinda tuned out. Crazy family, yes. Witches? I don't think so." bonnie said wrapping her arm around natalya's own arm, "i mean if grams told me i was a witch i'd believe her she's got the whole witch vibe going on" natalya said as she fixed her lipgloss "want some?" she pointed her towards her lipgloss to bonnie who took it from her hand "plus imagine being a witch that would be totally cool, i would totally rock the witch persona" she said with a smile on her lips, caroline turned around and tilted her head "i think if you were going to anything it'd be a vampire, you'd be a hot vampire." she said with a wink towards natalya, "no way she'd be a witch for sure, the real life good witch, my glinda" bonnie said handing natalya her lip gloss back, "Yeah, well, feel free to conjure up the name and number of that guy from last night," Caroline said, handing Natalya and Bonnie half her stack of posters. "Here, help me hand these out," Caroline continued as she turned and walked in a different direction. "You mean the guy from last night with the blue eyes?" Natalya said, recalling the man she had run into on her way home from the grill. She had left Bonnie and Caroline early after Bonnie started complaining about how Elena got every man she wanted.

"Yeah, I can't listen to this anymore," Natalya said as she started gathering her stuff. "Nat..." Bonnie said, giving her a look that Natalya could only interpret as an apology. She shook her head, trying to tell Bonnie not to feel sorry.

"Oh, come on, Nat. The only reason you don't agree is because you've never had a boyfriend for Elena to steal," Caroline said. Natalya knew Caroline was drunk and not being herself, but she still couldn't sit through it. She grabbed her things and gave Bonnie a quick hug and kiss goodbye, then made her way towards the exit.

After she left the grill, she remembered that Bonnie had been her ride home. She had been so busy with Caroline that she must have forgotten. Natalya pulled out her phone to call Elena for a ride when she collided with a stranger. "Watch where you're going," he muttered low and gravely, sending a shiver down Natalya's spine. She looked up and was met with piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into her soul with each gaze. His dark hair was slicked back, giving him a sinister air. The man towered over her in height, and he wore a leather jacket that creaked with every movement he made, adding to his unsettling presence. Natalya took a step back, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm sorry," she stammered out. The stranger's lips turned up into a smirk. "Apology accepted," he said, his voice dripping with malice. All of Natalya's instincts were screaming at her to run, but she stood frozen in her place, unable to tear her eyes away from the stranger's haunting eyes. "What's your name?" the stranger asked. "Natalya," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The stranger's smirk widened, his eyes dilating with each word he spoke. "Well, Natalya, it seems we have a connection," he said, taking a step closer to her. Natalya's heart raced as she backed away with each step he took closer, her mind racing with fear. She'd never seen this man before; he didn't go to school with her. Part of her wanted to scream, but she was stuck frozen, staring into his eyes.

Before she could react, the stranger reached out and grasped her arm with a grip that felt like ice. "You are not going to remember this interaction; you're going to think you ran into a handsome stranger on your way home. The next time you see me, you will remember the conversation we had tonight; you will not tell anyone when you do remember. Do you understand?" the man spoke, his voice low and commanding. With her mind fuzzy, Natalya removed her arm from the stranger's grasp. "I'm sorry, I should have been watching where I was going," she said, shaking her head. Moving out of the man's way, she dialed Elena's phone number as she made her way down the street.

"I didn't see him, you did. Why didn't you just speak to him?" Bonnie spoke back to Caroline, shaking her head at Natalya.

"I don't know; I was drunk," Caroline said.

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Natalya sat next to her sister at the grill with Caroline and Bonnie. It was the town's night of the comet and apparently, to Bonnie, a night of supernatural doom and gloom. "Well, I was talking to Grams, and she said the comet is a sign of impending doom. The last time it passed over Mystic Falls, there was lots of death. So much blood and carnage, it created a bed of paranormal activity," Bonnie explained. "Yeah, and then you poured Grams another shot, and she told you about the aliens," Caroline replied back sarcastically. "So then what?" she then turned her head to Elena. "So then nothing," Elena said. "You and Stefan talked all night? There was no sloppy first kiss or touchy-feely of any kind?" Caroline replied. The conversation had shifted to them talking about how Elena had Stefan over last night. "Nope. We didn't go there," Elena replied, "Trust me, I would know; those walls are thin," Natalya said with a slight smile. "Not even a handshake? I mean, Elena, we are your friends. Ok? You are supposed to share the smut," Natalya was shaking her head to agree with Caroline. "Exactly, and I've never been with anyone, so it's up to you all to tell me these things so I can live vicariously through you," Elena pursed her lips. "We just talked for hours," Caroline scoffed. "Ok, what is with the blockage? Just jump his bones already! Ok, it's easy. Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, sex," Elena suddenly got up, Natalya's eyes widened. "Profound, Caroline," Elena responded. "Wait, where are you going?" Bonnie asked.

"Caroline's right. It is easy. If I sit here long enough, I'll end up talking myself out of it instead of doing what I started the day saying I was going to do." she then walked away. "Okay, that was so out of character for her," Natalya said, sipping her strawberry lemonade. The night of the comet had approached quickly. Natalya was once again back to handing out flyers with Elena and Bonnie.

"He didn't call, huh?" Bonnie asked Elena.

"Or text, but I realized we never even exchanged that stuff. We've never gotten to the texting part," Natalya whipped her head around." Seriously?" Bonnie nodded her head in agreement. "That's an important milestone in like any relationship," Elena moved to hand more flyers. "Isn't it? The timing is wrong anyway?" Natalya stopped handing her looking at her sister. "Yeah, but when is it ever right? Remember Jason? We dated a month after Mom and Dad passed away, and I know for a fact the time wasn't right then," giving her sister a smile she turned back to start setting up candles. "I just don't think I'm ready, ya know?" Elena responded. "Again, who is?" Bonnie replied with a small smile. "At least I'm putting myself out there," Elena retorted, "Is that what we're calling it now?" Bonnie responded, "What's that supposed to mean?" Elena snaps back.

"I'm just saying all I'm hearing is reasons why you can't," Bonnie says shrugging her shoulders and walking away. Out of the corner of her eye, Natalya swears she saw the stranger from the night prior, but when she whips her head around she's met with nothing. "You okay, Talya?" Elena asks, moving closer to her sister. "Huh..? Yea, I'm alright, Lena." Elena ditched Natalya to walk around with Stefan, Bonnie got the creeps again from him, and Caroline was nowhere to be seen. Natalya was totally ditching the comet. As she walked alone to her car, the night air felt thick with unease. Her friends and sister lost in their own world, even her brother was wrapped up in Vicki land. Now, the deserted parking lot seemed to stretch out before her like a void, the only sound the echo of her footsteps on the pavement. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound, like someone moving in the shadows. Natalya's heart skipped a beat as she glanced around, her senses on high alert. She quickened her pace, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Then, out of nowhere, he appeared—the dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes, his presence sending a chill down Natalya's spine. "You again?" she gasped, her voice trembling with fear. "How did you—" But before she could finish her sentence, the man was standing before her, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you," Damon said as that smirk Natalya was all too familiar with settled on his features. Natalya took a step back, her heart racing in her chest. "What do you want?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need a small favor from you," he said as he moved closer to her, locking her gaze with his. "You are going to pretend to be in a relationship with me. You see, I know the fact that I'm messing with your head will bother my baby brother. So his precious girlfriend's baby sister has to be collateral," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Wh— who are you?" she whispered back, her eyes still gazing into his. But the man didn't respond. Instead, he reached out and grasped her arm with a grip that felt like ice. Natalya gasped, her pulse quickening as she struggled to break free. Natalya arrived home; she set her keys on the table near the door — "Hey, Talya," Elena said, bounding down the stairs, "i was thinking we could slumber it tonight.. maybe watch a movie?" she said grabbing a bowl from the kitchen. Natalya felt this overbearing sensation to inform her older sister about the man she had met once again in the parking lot, but the words the came out of her mouth didn't reflect what was going on in her mind — actually it was the total opposite, it was like she was saying one thing in her mind but she couldn't say it out loud, so she just decided to say nothing. "I actually just want to go to bed, I had a really long night and i'm just not feeling it." she responded "Natalya are you alright?" Elena said walking over to her sister moving her to sit on the couch — if only she knew but it was like Natalya's mouth was sealed shut, "yea Elena i'm fine" she took her hand from Elena's grasp and stormed upstairs. when Natalya entered her bedroom she shut the door and leaned against it. "you wanted to tell her didn't you?" Damon said as he laid on Natalya's bed messing around with her teddy bear — "what are you going to do to me?"

Natalya whispered in a vice like fear — "well i have a couple things but right now i'm hungry. why don't you come sit down next to me?" Natalya hesitated — "cmon Natalya you have to do what i say.. that's how this works" he persuaded in a sing song voice. Natalya's hesitant footsteps move her towards the bed. she sat down next to him as he moved to her, "see that wasn't so hard" he said as he moved her hair out of her face cupping her cheek. Natalya sat frozen as Damon's lips pressed against hers, his kiss forceful and demanding. Panic surged through her veins as she realized she didn't want this, but Damon was stronger than her, his grip on her arms unyielding. "Stop," Natalya gasped, trying to push him away, but Damon only tightened his hold, his kiss growing more aggressive. "Natalya, don't fight it," Damon murmured against her lips, his voice low and commanding. "You know you want this." But Natalya didn't want this. She wanted to scream, to run away from Damon's suffocating embrace, but she was powerless against him. And then, she felt a sharp pain shoot through her neck as Damon's fangs pierced her skin.

She cried out in agony, her entire body wracked with pain as Damon drank from her. She felt weak, dizzy, and helpless, her vision swimming as darkness threatened to consume her. Damon pulls away kissing down her neck moving her sweater out of his way. Natalya felt sick to her stomach as she at him, her body trembling with fear and disgust. She wanted to scream, to run away and never look back, but she knew she was trapped in Damon's web of control. She didn't even want to think of was happened next. She knew she hated the man next to her, Natalya had never hated anyone before. But this man — he's taken something from her she'd never get back. She didn't know what he wanted with her, why he did what he did. She knew he wasn't human based on the way that when he was done with her he told her to never say anything about what happened, and she listened. The Gilbert girl hesitantly fell asleep.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞!!

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