#SUNVISOR

[umbrashield]

Do all Umbrashiled’s  UV shields provide same protection level ?

Yes , all UV shields provide minimum sun protection of 99% from UVA / UVB / UVC rays. However, different tints on the lens might increase UV protection by 0.3 % to 0.6% making it 99.3% to 99.6% UV protectant. All our shields are made with ther same process and use same

[dielukedie-honda]

Ok I finally got the correct parts to finish this swap. You need the JDM/Euro targa top brackets too!! The USDM bracket is different, so the JDM center and A pillar trims panels only work with the JDM brackets. No way around this!

This tab is what you need and you can't really modify the US brackets to work. US on the left vs JDM/Euro on the right.

I have been driving around with the visors installed with the US center trim panel (no A pillar trim) for like 2 months. It works but looks like shit.

Much freaking better! 🍾

Looks like I got the JDM/Euro sun visor conversion coming my way. I absolutely HATE the stock USDM "sun visors". The set is from Germany so it will still be LHD, with the vanity mirror on the correct side. Requires all these pieces.

<- to be continued.

[anipgarden]

I went to my first plant swap and man. It was WILD.

Keep in mind I heard about the plant swap a little over 24 hours before it was happening. I have no plants to exchange, I barely even have seedlings yet. But I do have a bunch of seeds so I decide to roll up and see what I can do.

Its from 2 to 5. I show up at 2:12 and its mostly houseplants. But the local library branch has a tent and they’re letting people check out some gardening books they brought if they have a library card on them!

So I checked out “Seedswap: The gardener’s guide to saving and swapping seeds” by Josie Jeffery!

Woohoo!

(They also told me that if I want the library to set up seed libraries I should email showing interest because a lot of librarians have suggested it but public interest is needed 👀 special reminder to email/contact your local library about adding seed libraries if you haven’t got one already!)

I considered leaving but I decide to hang around and see if anyone else comes around with stuff that’s more my fancy (no disrespect to people who like houseplants but I have a 99% killrate with them and they’re just not my vibe) and

Y’all

I obtained a Boxcar tomato, a Blackberry Lily, a variegated pepper, a hibiscus cutting, loofah seeds, okra seeds, and FOUR (4!!!!) peach tree seedlings!!!

HELLO??????

I spent like 6 bucks total (1 on a peach tree seedling, 5 on the pepper) and the rest was just seed trades (or the peach tree lady just… giving me more peach trees for being nice. Be nice to the elderly you might get peach trees out of it.) I was there for like an hour and a half TOPS.

(I had to pot up the peach tree seedlings myself but this is still a W in my book lets see if they survive)

So uh

WOOHOO

[eternal-moss]

Rimba is finally here :’)

[quincyhorst]

GUYS, I was minding my business (drawing) when suddenly this blonde thing spawned in my desk and started to inquiry me about nearby gold mines or something 🙄 I will make him watch a Minecraft playthrough but like... Hate when this happens -_-

....Ok jokes aside, meet paper doll Quincy/C-Horse! :') Making these tiny cuties has been a must for family gifts, and I wanted to make one for myself too. :D I've been wanting to do anyone from Big Waves since January, and right in holidays I got the perfect chance ❤️

I was also inspired to do it thanks to the whole Inazuma 15th anniversary event, which I made a tweet for (Featuring an older work of mine). Arts and crafts have always been a passion of mine since little, and mixing it with my interests is a pleasing combination. If you like this one, I'm planning to do more in the future!

Here's some extra photos from the original tweet. Feat. Sk8ter Quincy (Or his try at being one, I guess).

[morganbritton132]

Actually, I love the thought of Steve seeing that Hopper is letting some things slide with him because he’s in the party and taking it to mean that he now has crime immunity. And then goes wild with it.

It’s a sight to see because Eddie kinda thinks he’s hallucinating when he skips out on some drug awareness rally just to walk out to the parking lot and see Steve Harrington breaking into the Chief of Police’s car.

Eddie, standing there like an idiot: Um…what are you doing?

Steve, pulling Hopper’s spare key out of the sunvisor: Wanna get a milkshake?

[fudgechocolatepuff]

Realistically, I don’t think keigo would like beach days in the summer.

obviously, his profession wouldn’t let him even graze the sand with his fingertips during the scorching season, but honestly, it’s not like he’d want to.

it was the middle of the summer season, in the middle of a hot sunny day, hot enough to the point where both you and keigo felt like you could hear each other sizzling under the sun when you were close enough.

You had thought that a cute date to the beach would be a wonderful idea, accompanied by a quaint picnic to fuel your energetic selves. your boyfriend internally grimaced when you came up to him with the idea though.

it was one of, if not, keigo’s only day off he would have in the summer to account for his “summer vacation” which at this point he didn’t gaf anymore about how the commission called this a vacation, but also a day where his wings were minimized to tiny plumes thanks to a nasty street fight that took place earlier in the week.

for you, it was good that you didn’t have to be dragged by him to the beach with his wings against the unforgiving wind and could just drive the both of you there, but for keigo..

fuck, was it hard to not just throw himself out of the moving car.

keigo despised how his skin would screech slide against the material of the car seats, his back sticking and peeling off of the passenger seat when you accidentally jerked the car to a stop to avoid running a red.

you got a little pissed at him too when he kept switching his fingers between the little hatch that rolled his window down and the a.c, but he just couldn’t feel any cool air to soothe his pending heat stroke. you had to roll his window up when he blasted the a.c to the highest setting, snarking at him for forgetting.

“ S’jus too hot today dove, hate when the temperature gets above 80, y’know that.”

keigo also abused the sunvisor in any way he could, contorting it into ridiculous positions whenever you turned with the road, the luminous sun following you and blinding your boyfriend’s poor eyes.

you had to hold back a scoff when you glanced over because he had fucking sunglasses on as he adjusted the visor.

Realistically, I think keigo would dive into the water the second you put the car in park.

actually, not dive, he’d plunge—yearn for the cold of the sea. arms outstretched and everything while he held onto his remaining hopes and dreams.

keigo would actively avoid making contact with the sand. he’d gallop over the billions of grains like Hippety Hopper to refrain from burning his feet, maybe even attempting to flap whatever feathers he had left to desperately carry him over.

he didn’t care about the immediate and rushing chill that poured over his body, anything to just stop feeling his own body heat in his palms.

floating on his back, keigo could feel himself physically steaming off as if he was just on fire, feeling a little more content than before while watching you from the corner of his eye opening the trunk of your car.

although he couldn’t stand the unbearable heat, he was a gentleman, and he’d never leave his sweetheart to grab everything out of the car. he retreated back to you in seconds, embarrassed at how he was dripping right in front of you. he didn’t even bother to remember bringing his towel with him and drop it to the shore before plummeting into the water.

but you just laughed to yourself, placing his crocs on the pavement for him to step into so he wouldn’t be running on lava, and going back to the passenger seat to retrieve his towel, patting his hair, face and shoulders with the dry fabric.

rough hands hovered over yours, the skin near his eyes creasing as he smiled at you with just a hint of shyness,

“Sorry, got too happy to hop in the water. Let me help ya’ get all our stuff out, then we can go swim.”

he then somehow proceeded to take both your chairs, your towels, sand-buckets, the picnic basket and mini-cooler to a spot close to the shore all huddled between his two strong arms.

Realistically, I think keigo would change his mind about the beach once he watched the sky dip from blue to a warm pinkish-purple.

the water continued to ripple under the sunlight, except it was less intense and, in this lighting, the current almost looked like it slowed down.

after hours spent splashing each other with the salted water, building flimsy sandcastles and feasting on an array of sanwhiches, fruit, and chips, you and keigo laid on your towels, bathing under the dimmed rays of the evening sun.

keigo didn’t feel like he was obnoxiously treading through humid air no longer, he wasn’t squinting his eyes so that he could just see you with your adorable little floating in your cute swimsuit,

he felt so comfortable, and at first he felt foreign to the feeling. It felt weird to worry about nothing in the moment, to let the breeze that brushed the trees hit his face and embrace his relaxed body. he felt so comfortable that it was almost uncomfortable.

keigo has never been at ease himself, or at least realized he was, under all the pressure the hero commission had labored on him. it didn’t matter if he was even on duty scourging out criminals or getting ready for bed at the peak of midnight, his work always just brought a lingering impending doom upon him.

so for him to close his eyes, inhale deeply, listen to the faint squawking of birds and hear the calm dance of the waves as they overlapped each other over the sand as he breathed out, was outlandish.

he could feel heat on his skin, but not the bad kind. keigo, for the first time in his life, lifted his hand and sweeped his fingers over his chest, and felt his tanned, sun-kissed skin.

with the same hand, he crossed over his body and now reached for your arm. he didn’t grab it, but caressed your forearm, the crook in the bend of your elbow, and felt lightly grainy, washed, and cooked skin.

his pupils gazed to your shoulder, and dilated at the sight of your soft tanlines.

“I wish you’d know how beautiful you look under the sun. You’re rosy. Beautiful and rosy, sweets.”

at his touch, you sat yourself up on your elbows and raised your own hand to his head of locks. Earlier, they were almost a perfect blond, like the fur of a golden retriever, but in the lush radiance of the pinkening sky, his hair looked blushed, an orchid shade, but a bit of a more dirtier blond.

to you, it felt more him, more like keigo.

his hair was salted from the water, styling his hair in patches of curls and waves that definitely worked for him. although it felt more knotted and dry, you promised yourself you’d scratch his scalp extra slowly tonight when washing it wish his lathered shampoo.

keigo disliked the harshness of summer, coming very close to being 4th place on his ranking of seasons.

however, he never realized that if he slowed down, let his skin peel smoothly from yours and let the warmth of the evening embrace him instead of burning him, maybe then he could learn to enjoy summer a little more.

can you tell i hate summer hahahhaaha. lmk if you liked :) i enjoyed writing this especially bc this is a personal headcannon I’ve had about keigo hope you all having a lovely summer ♡

♡ fudgechocolatepuff

[mybl--dyvalentine]

Casual જ⁀➴ DK

✮ non idol au! dk x gn! reader

✮ Summary: You and DK have a special relationship. Although, he didn't think it was the same that you thought it was.

✮ Genre: Angst

✮ Word Count: 1,704

✮ Warnings: Suggestive actions mentioned (Kissing, FWB, all that stuff).

Be prepared for the relationship to end.

No sleepovers.

Absolutely no strings attached.

These three rules were set in stone during your first time meeting DK. They were there in order to prevent either you or him from believing that your relationship with each other was anything more than a friends with benefits situation.

---

Sun rays shined through your windshield, and you lowered your sunvisor as you drove through the streets. It was around 6 pm and you were headed to your friend's house for his party. Your phone started ringing at the stop light, and you reached out to answer the call.

"Heyyy Y/n! Where are you right now?" He questions.

"Um... I'm around 6 minutes away," you responded.

"Alright! I'll see you in a bit then."

---

You park on the side of the curb and get out of your car. While walking up to the front door, it opens, and your friend, Jackson, greets you with a smile.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you." He walks over with his arms open.

You accept his hug, "It's nice to see you too. Am I the last to arrive?"

"Nope. Still waiting on DK," he says with a sigh.

You've heard from Jackson that DK usually runs late. After giving him a nod and a quiet "ok," you enter the house. It's fully decorated with lots of "Happy Birthday!" everywhere. There are lots of people as well, some of whom you recognize.

"Do you want something to drink?" Jackson asks.

"Yes, thank you," You respond.

Jackson pours you a drink, and you take it from his hand. As you take a seat on one of the sofas, Jackson goes out to greet DK. You watch them as you take a sip of your drink. Jackson is laughing and motioning DK inside. DK looks around, and his eyes land on yours. Your gaze lingers as his shifts away to look at other parts of the house.

Jackson dismisses himself from DK and goes upstairs. You finally take your eyes off of him and pull out your phone to scroll while taking sips of your drink. The loud music and constant conversations make it hard to be aware of your surroundings. It wasn't long until a pair of shoes appeared just above your phone. You slowly look up from your phone to see the guy whose eyes stayed on yours for longer than a minute.

"Hi..." He smiles sheepishly and says, "I saw you earlier and thought you could use someone to talk to."

"Oh! Um... sure. I guess," you say.

The two of you began to have a conversation for so long that neither of you noticed that everyone had left.

"Hey guys, I'm beat. If you need anything, just go for it. Also text me if you plan on leaving, but you guys could use my guest room if you'd like," Jackson says while yawning.

"Alright, thanks!" Both of you say in unison.

You watch Jackson as he makes his way upstairs and enters his room. You look back at DK, the guy who's told you all of his talents, jokes, and stories while you just listened. He's been staring at you.

"It's late. I recommend staying in the guest room with me," he says.

You give him a nod, and you both get up to get ready for bed. By the time you had finished, DK had just entered the guest room. Upon entering, he just stood there, not moving an inch.

"What could he be staring at?" You thought to yourself.

Moving your head to the side in order to see why DK was so stunned, you find yourself also stopping in your tracks. There was only one bed.

"I'll sleep on the floor," he says.

"Oh no, I couldn't just take the bed. I'll sleep on the floor instead," you say.

"No, I insist. You deserve the bed."

"But-"

"No buts."

"DK, there's enough space for both of us."

He opens his mouth to respond, but pauses for a moment.

"You... don't mind?"

"Of course not! I wouldn't want either of us sleeping on the floor, to be honest."

"O-okay.."

Even after agreeing to the plan, neither of you moved from your spots. Perhaps due to the nervousness of being in the same bed with someone you just met. Or maybe it was due to the unidentifiable feeling that resided in you. You couldn't tell exactly what it was. It wasn't unpleasant, though, more like butterflies flying around in your stomach. The feeling that was inside of you was, undoubtedly, attraction.

He made the first step, walking towards the bed. He sat down and slowly got under the covers. You quickly followed suit. Both of you turned off the lamps on the side tables. Moonlight was the only thing illuminating the room. It was still dark, but you could still make out silhouettes.

There was lots of tossing and turning from the two of you. It ended up with you guys being back to back with each other. You felt as if you were about to burst by being this close to an attractive guy who seems to like you back. Although there were no words being said, it was as if he knew what you were thinking. You both quickly turn to the other side to face each other. The light from the moon made his face seem even more ethereal.

"Can I kiss you?"

Those words echoed throughout your head. The sudden question made you stop thinking about everything else. It was as if time had stopped entirely.

"Yeah."

The comforter rustled as DK gently grabbed your face and pulled you closer. The moment your lips touched his, every restriction you had was gone. It got heated. Fast. His hands traveled around your body, outlining it as he continued to make out with you. Your hands began to explore his body as well. Both pairs of hands explored until they landed on each other. You stopped kissing him to breathe. Your pants filling the silent room.

"What... what are we?" You ask.

"We could be friends with benefits if you'd like that," he responds, still breathing heavily.

You stayed silent for a bit to think.

"Friends with benefits, huh. Sure."

---

A year passes as your relationship with DK grows. You both agreed on being friends with benefits, but you started to get the idea that DK's opinion on your relationship has changed. The reason you got this idea in the first place is because of what happened 6 months into the agreement.

===

Your phone pings, alerting you that someone texted you.

DK: You want to come over later tonight? Like around 7 pm. Y/n: I'm down. DK: Okay, see you later then. Y/n: See you!

You've been frequenting DK's place quite often. Around this point, everyone knew the two of you were friends with benefits. There were some who initially thought you guys were dating. DK squashed those rumors by saying you guys were just "casual." Even his mom knew the two of you were close. Close enough that she would invite you to eat at her place.

After getting ready, you drove to DK's house for your weekly visit. It felt the same each time. You were in and out of his house to avoid anything else happening. This time, though, it was different. DK was drinking before your arrival, and by the time you got there, he was already quite drunk.

He gave you drinks as well as refilling his own. As the night progressed, both of you started becoming very drunk.

"Y'know... I think of us sometimes," DK slurred.

"really?" you question.

"Y-eah. Like, we'd have an apartment and live together or something. We'd probably be together by then, too. I really wonder what it would be like. Us. Dating."

You couldn't respond. This broke the third rule, and you knew that. But some say that drunk people are more likely to say the truth. Is this what he really felt?

"Do you... mean that?" You ask.

He looks at you and says, "yeah."

===

After that happened, everything changed. Your weekly visits turned into you moving in, and it seemed as if you two were getting too close. But after 1 year, he decided it was over. Whenever someone asked DK if the two of you were dating, he would always respond that you two weren't together. That you were just someone he'd hook up with. Of course, after moving in and living together for a couple months, you were angry. Angry that he would just act like nothing happened. Act like what he said and did had no weight to it. By the third time you heard the rumors of DK denying your relationship, you've had enough.

---

"What the hell are you thinking?" You yell.

He takes a step back, shocked by your first words to him were you yelling at him.

"What do you mean?" He questions.

"You know what I mean. You've been going around denying that we're dating."

"We aren't."

It felt like your heart had stopped.

"What? Don't tell me you forgot what you said 6 months ago."

He stared at you, unable to respond. His words were stuck in his throat.

"You told me that you wished we were together. That we would have an apartment and a life together. I asked if that's what you truly wanted, and then you agreed. I even moved in! But after that, you've been distancing yourself. Was all of that a lie?"

His hands turned into fists, and his eyes left yours. You waited for a response. For at least something from him. But in the end, there was nothing. He had nothing left to say.

"I hate that I let this drag on for so long. I can't believe you would lead me on like that. I can't believe I fooled myself into believing that you meant what you said."

You quickly turned around and walked to the door.

Without looking back, you say, "You really have nothing else to say to me?"

The silence was deafening. For both you and him.

You walk out the door and close it with tears threatening to leave your eyes.

DK reaches out to the closed door, "y/n..."

[story-blossom]

Thanks to @writebackatya for the slogan suggestion!

Dewey would love the I'm Just Ken scene from Barbie. I mean, come on. It's a dance fight (still upset that Dewey almost but not quite got a dance fight with Don Karnage) with glitter and toys and a musical number. It's awesome.

I've wanted to see Dewey rockin' the hoodie Ken wears at the end. I freakin' LOVE that color scheme. I replaced the headband with a sunvisor, an aspect of Dewey's concept art I really like. I also added shutter shades because I had (or maybe I still have them?) some for my Ken dolls and thought they would go with the vibe.

Reference photo below the cut.

[truckfactspups]

How familiar are you guys with old Kenworth's? More specifically, the Kenworth K100E. I'm playing it in American Truck Simulator (thanks to mods) and I want your guys' perspective on this classic!

 

A cabover! I love these! I think American Truck Simulator will be my next video game!!

The famous Kenworth K100E! You chose a great truck. The K100E is very reliable—it won’t leave you stuck on the road! It has a big, tall windshield and a short sunvisor, so the cabin is always bright, not dark. The design is beautiful and very aerodynamic. I love the metal rivets on the doors, and the engine vent looks strong—just like it should!

Damn straight, lil’ bro! Forgot how much you love cabovers!

The K100 is a special Kenworth model—very strong for its time, with big cabin doors! People used them everywhere because they could do any job. That’s why you see them in old movies, toys, and even anime! It was one of the inspirations for Optimus Prime’s truck in the first generation of Transformers, along with the Freightliner FL86! @titanwolf233 is driving a legend!

And I think the one in the picture is another K100 model—maybe the 1976 K100 Sleeper. It had a bigger cabin so drivers could sleep in it. Perfect for long trips. Many stopped using them because spare parts were hard to find, but some people still fix them up! What do you think, Trailer?

Gotta admit, I’m more a conventional cab pup myself—but show me a cabover in that paint job? Hell, I can’t resist! Blue’s my favorite color, after all!

[umbrashield]

How can I make the headband larger or smaller?

To make our UV shields more user-friendly we have made our adjustable straps at the back of the headband. A little hack to adjust the size of the headband can also be by applying a little heat through a hair dryer which will warm up the insert inside the sleeve and allow you to make it larger or smaller.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

i must know what type of car is gloria

lol I don’t wanna id myself too much- she’s a small 20-some years old Hyundai, I’ll say that much. She’s ok looking, for a modern car- not overly sleek or buggy looking. Fairly boring, but at least she has a cd player.

…Only reason why I have a car at all is cos my grandma lost her license (due to her many many years of car-related crimes and uh…hit and runs) right as I got my license. As a final crime before passing Gloria on to me, she smashed one of the side mirrors. She told me she was “Hit by a parked car”, who she seemed to really believe was in the wrong for that- even tho yk parked cars can’t hit things, moving cars hit things. She was super apologetic and paid to get it replaced…but in a different color. So now Gloria’s all mismatched. Within about eight years, Gloria went from a car in real good condition, to a real scratched up beater who I keep havin to work on- all thanks to my grandmother. I used to be real mad about that, but at this point it’s so stupid I just have to find it funny lol.

But for all I complained here about the lousy condition she’s in, she’s still my car and I love her. Her tires work cos I screwed ‘em on and keep them pumped, her CD player works because I cleaned out all the decades of dust. Her wheel well liner used to jut out and fuck w/ the tire, and I managed to wrangle it back in place. Her sunvisors were floppy and didn’t stay in place, and I got her new ones and screwed them on in the school parking lot… The point is, I’ve put a lot into her, and she matters to me a lot. And beyond that, she drives really smooth- she accelerates as fast as my old man’s race car, and I’d kill to drag race them just to see how they compare firsthand! And she’s small enough that she’s easy to park, but big enough that there’s plenty of space for people and things I wanna take along…

Ok ok, I’ve talked way too much, and I didn’t even really answer the question lol. I just really really love Gloria idk!

Soon as I get her back from the shop, I’m goin on a long long drive lol

[jerzwriter]

Upon Arrival

OK, I really have issues. This was another <100 ask, and I clocked in at 1600 words. I think I need to change that to 1000 if I ever do it again! lol Anyway, this is based on this ask from my friend @icecoffee90! I hope you enjoy it, Z... Tobias/Jackie/Airport... it was a little challenging. 😉

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey Carrick) Featuring: Jackie Varma Rating: Teen Words: 1,600 Summary: Casey's stuck at work a little late, so she asks Tobias for a favor. Her usually unflappable husband seems a little... flapped... and we're about to find out why. A/N: Participating in @choicesnovchallenge | Go for a ride day. It may not have been a planned or desired ride, but it was a ride nevertheless. lol

Tobias bopped into the Diagnostic Team’s office with his usual effervescence, and why not? His shift was almost over, and it had been a banner day. Not only did he solve a case that had left the nation’s top doctors baffled for months, but he saved a young child’s life in the process. If that weren’t enough, his favorite patient, Mr. Ortega, went home after two months at Edenbrook, but not before his husband hand-delivered a dozen of his incomparable empanadas as a thank-you. Now, he was about to go home to the most precious little angel ever created with the most beautiful woman in the world on his arm. Sure, he knew the last part was strictly his opinion, but he also knew he was right. He had every reason to be happy.

He lit up when he saw his wife seated behind her desk, but one look at the expression on her face and he quickly dimmed. 

“What do you need?” He asked before she could say a word.

“What?” Casey answered defensively, “Who said I needed anything?”

“That look on your face did. Do you need me to take care of a difficult patient?”

“When have I ever asked you to pick up a difficult patient?”

“Never,” he agreed. “Is it Ramsey? You had rounds with him.” Thinking he got it right, he snapped his fingers. “He’s constipated again, isn’t he? And taking it out on you? I’ll go spike his coffee with Fiberlax...”

“No,” Casey laughed. “Ethan’s fine. Please don’t go medicating him illegally. But...”

“But?”

“But he needs me to stay on a little later tonight. Amanda Chou is coming out of surgery in an hour, and we agreed we should assess her as soon as she’s done.”

“That makes sense. Don’t sweat it. I’m more than capable of caring for Samantha until you get home. We’ll both be eagerly waiting for you.”

“Yeah, about that,” she winced.

“What? You don’t think I can take care of Sammy?”

“No! I know you can do that! But did you forget? It’s Wednesday... I was supposed to pick Jackie up at Logan tonight.”

“Oh, right!”

“So, I was wondering... would you be able to get her for me?”

“Casey....” he groaned.

“I already cleared it with your Mom, and she’s happy to stay with Sam until I’m home....”

“Would she happily pick Varma up at Logan for me instead?”

“Tobias, you know she doesn’t drive at night. Besides, she barely knows Jackie.”

“I hardly know her either. But it’s no fault of my own. She hates me.”  

“She does not hate you! She’s just... Jackie.”

“No. She hates me.”

“Well, then this is the perfect opportunity for you to get a little one-on-one time with her to work whatever it is out. Come on, baby, do it for me?” She looked at him with the saddest puppy-dog eyes, batting her lashes adorably.  

“That’s not fair! You know I can’t deny you. Especially when you give me those eyes.”  

“I know, that’s why I do it. Come on, T,” she pleaded as she sat on his lap. “I promise you, she doesn’t bite.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” he scoffed. “I’ll do it, but if I end up needing rabies shots, I’m gonna be pissed.”

~~~~

The sun had almost set, but its light was still bright as Tobias waited in his car for Jackie. He adjusted the sunvisor to shield his eyes, then looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes had passed since she told him she was five minutes away. He double-checked the gate to ensure he was in the right spot when he saw her walking his way with two large suitcases in tow. He jumped out of the car with a grin.

“Hey, let me give you a hand with those!”

“Thanks,” Jackie half smiled. “But I managed to get them from my apartment in Los Angeles to Boston. I think I can manage throwing them in the trunk.”

“Suit yourself,” he replied, raising his hands in surrender. “Just trying to be nice.”

He considered attempting small talk as Jackie settled into the passenger’s seat and strapped herself in. But he decided to let her take the lead instead.

Years before, when he came into Casey’s life, every one of her friends was skeptical. After the chemical attack, each warned that he’d meet his fate in unique and painful ways if he dared to hurt her. But if memory served, Jackie’s method of ridding the world of him was the most frightening of all. Most of her friends had come around. After all, they were a disgustingly happy married couple with a little girl of their own. He was obviously in this for the long haul. Casey was safe. He now considered her friends, their friends... except for Jackie, and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why.

They sat in awkward silence for several more minutes when Jackie caved.

“So... how’d you get stuck coming to get me.”

“Casey’s working late,” he answered, palming the wheel to turn onto the highway. “So, I’m being a nice husband and stepping in.”

He was doing his best. But the neutral expression he had plastered on his face began to crumble when a loud snort escaped Jackie’s nose. Maybe Casey was right; perhaps he should use this time to finally clear the air.

“What?” He asked, annoyed. “What did I say that was so funny?”

“Nothing. But it still blows my mind a little that words like ‘nice husband’ are used to refer to you.”

“OK... but they fit now, right?”

“I guess,” she shrugged. “Casey’s nauseatingly happy, so you must be doing something right.”

Just like that, the smile was back on his lips. “That’s good to know.”

But silence descended upon the car again, and Tobias had to ask. “Jackie... do you have a problem with me? I know you thought I was an asshole in the past, but that’s a distant past now. Why the hell don’t you like me?”  

Jackie’s eyes lit up, her lips pursing to prevent a telltale grin. She could have some serious fun with this, and her mind spun with fantastical stories that would have Tobias sweating the whole way home. But something happened. She wasn’t sure if it was the borderline fear she saw in the 6’1” man’s eyes or her own worry over the reprimand she’d get from Casey later, but she relented.

“What? Does everyone in the world have to succumb to the charms of Dr. Tobias Carrick?”

“I didn’t say you had to love me, Jackie; it’s just....”

“Why the hell do you think I don’t like you?” She interrupted. “I acknowledge your existence. I talk to you on occasion. I eviscerate you on social media. I was at your wedding, for God’s sake.”

“Yeah, but those could be categorized as obligations because you’re a friend of Casey’s... well, save the social media part.”

“Ah, you don’t know me very well, Carrick. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t do any of those things. If I truly didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be married to my friend. I would have locked Casey in a closet before your wedding out of moral obligation. But no... I was there.”

“So, you weren’t there solely for the free food and open bar?”

“Well, those were my top two reasons. But I was a freaking bridesmaid. I wouldn’t put myself through that torture if I didn’t like you.”

“So you do like me.”

 “You don’t suck... and you make Casey happy, which is all that matters to me. But you really thought I hated you?”

“Well... you always looked at me with disgust...”

Jackie waved her hand, “No, that’s just my face.”

“Ninety percent of the time, if you’re speaking to me, it’s pure sarcasm... and you never call me by my name. It’s always Rico Suave.”

“The name is fitting! Not for nothing, but your mother should have changed it legally before you started school! You’re far more Rico Suave than Tobias.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s meant to be an insult,” he smiled.

“Only a baby one. You really thought I didn’t like you? Have you not seen me with Bryce?”

“I have. I assumed you didn’t like him either.”

“Theoretically, I hate everyone, so I understand the confusion. But Bryce is one of my best friends. Tell him that, and I’ll make sure there is no way you can ever procreate with your wife again.”

Tobias shook his head with a laugh. “So, the first time you admit that you like me, you also threaten violence. Does this mean we’re best friends, too?”  

“Don’t push your luck, Rico.”

Tobias pulled the car into the carport of his townhome, and he and Jackie looked up to see Casey at the window with Sammy on her hip. She held the infant’s hand as they excitedly waved together. Tobias watched Jackie break into a rare, genuine smile as she waved back.   

“I’m so telling your wife,” she said as they exited the car.

“Telling my wife what?”

“That you’re a wuss. I may have to consider a new nickname for you if you were actually afraid of me.”

“I was never afraid of you! I didn’t want one of Casey’s best friends to hate me. But now I know I have the Varma seal of approval, so all’s well.”

“Hey, slow your roll. If you want an official Varma seal of approval, there will be a fee involved, money bags. Either that, or you could hook me up with your brother. Either will do.”

“Sorry, I think my brother has his eye on Raf.”

“That bastard!”

“As to the fee... how about I treat to dinner tonight?”

Jackie nodded thoughtfully. “Dinner tonight, and I get to tell everyone you feared me.”

Tobias sighed wearily. “I wasn’t afraid of... you know what, if you want to tell a limited audience that I was afraid of you, go for it.”

“Good,” Jackie grinned as Casey opened the door, “Now I know what I’m telling Sammy for a bedtime story!”

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[hoe-for-daddywise]

I had you in my grip

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Warning: Death, pain, kissing, possible NSFW content in later chapters, 18+

Word count: 1798

Part one

No God, no religion. The four words that spun spirals around your head now echoing loud within the halls of the church you'd found yourself in on this Sunday morning for your best friends, daughters christening. You pondered on the fact that if there was a God, he was surely judging you right now, whilst the face of his son was staring at you from the sunlit stained glass. As the vicar invited everyone into prayer, you felt like an impostor, noting everyone joined in, knowing the words like a well rehearsed script, their eyes shut and hands together. “Amen”, reverberated off the walls from their unison, understanding their prayer was now fixed, a message to their God. Looking down at your watch you panicked. “shit.” You noticed the Vicar snap his head towards you, disapproval on his face, a small, “sorry” escaped your mouth. Your work meeting was about to take place in 10 minutes and you couldn't be late. Your friend already knew that you had to go to this meeting and that it couldn't be missed. You gave her a small wave and then quickly took off and out of the sacred building. The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind you like God was kicking you out, guilt twanging in your heart that you couldn't stay for your best friend, but relief washing over you. “Hopefully I won't have to come back to one of these until someone dies”, you laugh to yourself as you unlock your car and climb into it.

Thankfully, your workplace was only round the corner so you should make it on time. Slamming your foot on the gas you speed out of the car park and join the road. You flipped down the mirror on the sunvisor and reapply your lipstick, not paying much attention to the road until a beep from your left brings you back, you'd almost gone into the other lane. Panicking, you swing the steering wheel to put you back on track, “shit”, you cursed again, catching a quick glimpse at yourself in the mirror not seeing you smudged red lipstick on your cheek in the almost accident. You wiped it off and had to slam your foot on the break as to not hit the car in front of you. “Damn what is up with me today?” You mutter. A smash was the last thing you heard before your car was being rolled sideways and down the hill on the grass banking. The world was tumbling around you, and before you even had a second to fully register what was happening, it was over everything went black.

It didn't happen like they say movies, your life didn't flash before your eyes over and again like projection, you didn't think about everything you wished you could've done and regrets never came to mind. Your life just came to an end. It was over. Your existence would soon become a shadow of what once was, and your friends and family would probably mourn you in that church you had been in today.

Darkness descended into a realm where the sun is silent and eternal flame burns.

"Welcome, Y/N." A velvet voice bellowed and reverberated back to you, rattling your being. Your eyes snapped open as your hands groped at the cold stone floor beneath your laying form. Standing, you looked for the man who had spoken your name only moments ago but had to strain your eyes as the only light describable was that of which the glow of the fire river touched. A silhouette cascaded and shadowed your much smaller figure, rendering you completely at its mercy.

"Are you the devil? Am I in Hell?" You croaked out and he tutted back at you.

"'No God, no religion', isn't that what you always said, Y/N?"

"Yes but I died, didn't I?"

"That you did." The figure edges forward.

"So, then where am I?"

"You, my dear, are in the world of the unconscious, and I am the fucking king." He stepped into the light as the fire erupted behind him and fell back into itself. His cloak of shadows trailing behind, each penumbra ricocheting off of the other until they came to a sudden stop, flowing around his tall and thin stature. On top of his short black hair sat a golden crown which reflected the fire to the side of you and relayed your own fragile image back to yourself.

"Strange." You declared.

"What is?" He laughed wickedly.

"I've spent my entire existence dismissing - no - refusing that there was a life after death, but"

"This is not life, Y/N". He interrupted. "Your life ended in that car, everything you was in the land of the living serves no purpose here. You are but an empty vessel drifting through space. Lost."

Your stomach dropped at his words, your past self was now rendered insignificant. A solitary tear fell down your cheek. The man lifted his hand up to you, and wiped the stray tear away with his thumb.

"Don't cry. Though you may have been confined here, you do not walk alone." The king whispered softly, a soothing warmth embedded within and your eyes locked. "Other souls reside here, and I will always be close by." A slight smile tucked into at the corner of his lips and disappeared almost instantly, bringing a sense of comfort to your new existence. You offered him a smile back. "Now, please follow Me." He extended his hand out towards you, which you took without even a moments hesitation.

"Where are we going?" You ask as fire from the river spluttering around you almost burnt you.

“Watch out for Phlegethon." He motioned to the fire river. "We are going on a tour."

"Is this some elaborate trick to chuck me into a room where you can torture me?" You laugh nervously.

"Torture? No." He laughed. "That is for later."

You gulped and hoped he was joking. "Do you give tours to everyone? Surely that would take forever."

"No, only to my most special guests." He winks.

It felt like hours had passed as the king takes you around a slither of the realm as he explained it would take a millennium to explore it all. You noted how a lot of it looked the same, more fire, more stone, some rooms here and there. You walked past a few of the other souls who seem to have lost all sense of purpose yet some tried to speak to you but your king would cast them aside, even chucking one into the fire in a rage. He made you aware that until you had spent a significant amount of time here, they would be under the illusion that you were alive and would try to bargain with you. In exchange for what, you didn't dare ask.

"So, I know you're my king but, do you have a name?" You question.

"Noah." His hand tightened around yours.

"Noah?" You laugh. "So not anything like Satan or Asmodeus?"

Noah tilts his head to the side. "Sorry to disappoint you, but this was my given name."

"No, I like it." You smile. "Not threatening, I suppose."

"I don't threaten you?" Noah's face changes as he slams you into a wall, arms either side of you. You shook your head.

"I am the keeper of the damned, the ruler of the underworld, torturer and punisher. I don't threaten you?" Your core burnt at the closeness. His face so close to yours, you couldn't help but note how gorgeous he was.

"No." You couldn't explain it, but there was a glossiness that cast over his eyes that dared you to carry on. "I am not threatened by you."

Noah narrowed his eyes, a flicker of anger passed through his features. "You underestimate the depths of my power, little one." He warned. "Do you not understand the consequences of questioning me? Your suffering is at my command, your mind cannot comprehend the torture I can and will inflict upon you."

"And what torture might that be, Noah?" Flirtation in your voice and a glint of playfulness in your eyes as they glanced between his eyes and his lips.

"Eager to find out, are you?" Noah lifted his hand up to your cheek and before you could even respond his lips were on yours in a heated passion. Your stomach did flips as you responded with the same hunger and your hand found its way into his hair and pulled it slightly, begging for more. He bit your bottom lip hard and drew blood. You moaned through the pain and tasted the copper liquid as your tongues collided in a fiery dance, both fighting to win dominance.

But then, a sudden jolt of pain spread through your chest causing you to break the kiss and gasp out, your eyes wide. "What did you do, Noah?" You ask as you clutch to where your heart would be.

"N-nothing." He retracts as he watches you fall to the floor and scream in pain as another bolt floods through you, an intense feeling you'd never experienced before, it felt like electricity causing through you. Noah kneels down beside you. "I don't understand what's happening! I swear, this isn't my doing." He shouts out, worry tinged in his voice and confusion painted across his face as he reaches out to grab your hand.

"Make it stop." You choke out a sob as you claw at your chest.

"I don't know how!" He scans the area to see if there's anything or any soul doing this to you.

"Fuck!" You scream in agony as another hit pulls you through the darkness.

Your eyes snap open and a breath floods your lungs. Bright light penetrates your eyes causing you to squint.

"We've got her." A woman's voice shouts out from next to you. "Welcome back to the land of the living." You notice the paddles of a defibrillator in her hands. Blinking rapidly, you struggle to make sense of your surroundings as you lay sprawled out on a road with glass and blood surrounding you. Then to the corner of your eyes you notice your car on its side and remember that you'd crashed and ended up in a different world.

"N-Noah?" You croak. "Where's, Noah?"

"Is that your boyfriend? Was he in the car too?"

"No." Had you dreamed all of this? Surely not. It had all seemed so real. Disoriented was an understatement so you tried to sit up.

"Wow wow. Stay laid down, we don't know if you've broken anything. We need to place a neck brace on you and get you on a board."

That was the last thing you remembered before you blacked out.

[sarah-sandwich]

The company I work for does a charity golf tournament evey year and asks for employees to volunteer and my coworker was talking about how she volunteers every year even though the golf scene is too privileged for her. But this year she signed up late and the only job left was sorting recyclables and compost. She made a jokey comment about how she's not opposed to handling trash but she usually likes the jobs that come with cool perks, like a free Coach purse.

So I was like hold on. They're too privileged for you but you want a coach purse for volunteering? (except in a playful way bc if I'm anything I'm a peacekeeper) and she was suitably chagrined and perhaps has reconsidered some things.

But anyway that was weeks ago and im still thinking about in what world do you get a coach purse for free from a golf tournament? I asked her what she usually does there and she said she sorts and folds the clothes. Which i would expect to be branded sweat-wicking shirts and sunvisors and stuff. Like,,,,,? i still don't get where the designer handbags come in. Maybe coach is a sponsor? And was selling there with proceeds going to charity? But then why anyone would get one for free?

I guess I'll never know since the golf scene is too privilaged for me to ever go.

[morganbritton132]

I feel like I missed the opportunity as an older sibling to just lie.

My older sister lied to me all the time when we were kids and I believed her every single time.

She told me once that if you ate popcorn seeds, you’d turn into a frog. I believed that. No questions asked. Logic seemed sound.

She also told me that if you had the sunvisor in the car down and you weren’t using it to block out the sun then you’d be arrested. I internalized that and never used a sunvisor. Then one day in college, I remembered that she told me that and was like, “That can’t possibly be true.”

I have two younger siblings and I never lied to them once when there was a chance they’d believe me.