#can you guess who's actually been supportive

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famous or not- c.sainz

summary: everything falls apart?

pairing: carlos sainz x fem! actor! reader

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It wasn’t the plan for everything to fall apart, but that’s just kind of what happened… 

For the first few months, everything between you two had been great. Carlos adored you, treated you like a princess, and you did the same to him. Your relationship was full of romantic dates, cozy nights in, and various trips to races to support. 

Then, he stopped returning your calls, stopped answering your messages, and really only came to you for one thing. He was stressed, you knew it. The new season had just started and he’d been struggling to out-pace Alex, let alone get in the points. You gave him grace. You gave him time. 

That was until Miami. He’d gotten in the points. He’d out-performed Alex. He’d done it. So you went out. And half way through the night you lost him, and just stayed with the other girls instead. When you woke up, you were not expecting to see photos of your boyfriend tonguing another girl. You called him, you texted him, you did everything. 

Still, no response. 

You didn’t go to the next 3 races. You left him alone, assuming you both knew you two weren’t together anymore (especially considering the fact that you explicitly told him you two were done), and you moved on with your life. Did it hurt? Yes. Were you going to let the world know that? No. 

It all kicked up again after a damn interview on the red carpet of your new film. 

“What about your alleged boyfriend Carlos Sainz? Is he here tonight?” 

You laughed. “Oh him? We were just fucking, nothing too interesting there.” 

It was meant to be a throw-away comment. He wasn’t even meant to care. 

But then he was standing in your hallway with a hardened look on his face, and you gulped. 

“Hi,” you smiled politely. “Nice to see you again.”

“You didn’t tell me you had a premiere,” he said, his voice low, warning. 

“We’re not together,” you shrugged, putting your coat away. “I didn’t think you’d need to know.”

He scoffed. “Who says we’re not together?”

“Me,” you answered plainly. 

“You don’t just get to-”

“Oh, I do though. You didn’t respond to me for weeks, Carlos. There’s photos of you kissing other girls, and guess what, I’m not just going to be your girlfriend for the weekends and let you off because you’re an F1 driver,” you scoffed. “You can go now. We’re done.” 

“Baby, what? They don’t matter, and even if they did, I only want you. Sometimes… things happen, and we don’t mean them to,” he shrugged, trying to get closer to you, but you just walked further into your home. 

“I’m not one of the girls that let those things ‘just happen’, Carlos. If you’re with me, you’re with me. Not some random groupie, not some girl you’ve just met, me. Now, please leave.”

He grabbed your arm. “Come on, you enjoyed being my WAG so much-”

“If you’re only doing this to get Williams more popularity, I suggest you fuck off,” You cursed, grabbing your arm out of his hand.

“You’re not famous enough for that anyway,” he mumbled. 

“Oh! So now I’m not famous enough for you? Pick one, you dick,” you laughed, your blood boiling as he continued insulting you. 

“Cariño, calm down,” he said, and there was silence. Mostly because your jaw was dropped at his fucking audacity. “You must admit, I did have a hand in making you more… popular.” 

You laughed in his face. Angrily and loud. “Go fuck yourself! Oh my god, the sun actually doesn’t shine out of your arsehole, though I know James has made you believe that! I am far more famous than you are, because you’ll always just be the guy that Lewis Hamilton replaced.”

You were both quiet. You’d hit a nerve. 

“Well that’s…” he trailed off. “I’ll see myself out.”

And that was that. He never bothered you again. 

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heyaaa. idk if u js do 141 or not but I have (i guess) an extreme request for u…wanted to know if u could make a short fic or smth of a gangbang between reader, 141, and los vaqueros (js rudy and alejandro). it doesn’t rlly matter how it starts or not. thank you 🤍

Tf141 x Los Vaqueros x female!reader, gangbang, oral, facesitting, spanking, rimming, anal, breastplay, nippleplay, blowjobs, face fucking, tit fucking, squirting, come play, multiple orgasms

(read more under the cut because this shit got LONG)

Rudy has been at you all damn day- little touches making you aware of your body and his. His hand curling around the back of your neck for a kiss, more possessive as he licks into your mouth. Stepping behind you with his hands on your hips, drawing you back to feel his semi against your ass before he moves on. Dipping his hands up your shirt for a quick grope, tweaking your nipples, then backing away again. It's served only to wind you up- hes been hinting at some big surprise, but your only clues were Ale advising that you get some extra stretches this morning- and the way he stared between your legs when you pushed yourself into a full split.

They've pulled the couches closer together, fussing around with pillows like a couple of broody hens- when the door knocks they both smirk at you in a way that sends a thrill between your legs.

"Ready, cariño?" Rudy croons into your ear, when Alejandro answers the door.

You answer unsteadily, "ready for what?" as both hands come up your shirt this time, rucking up the fabric, and when four more men come in behind Alex you realize just what they've been working on. Rudy's hands on your tits, now fully visible with your shirt pushed up and his strong arms holding you still, so that everyone can see the way your hard nipples, the flush down your chest.

Price comes forward first, and when you nod and smile, takes one of your breasts into his own hand and squeezes, watching your face as his grip gets tighter until you wince and squirm. His fingers leave red marks when he lets go, your tit bouncing at the sudden lack of support, and suddenly you're surrounded- Rudy at your back, grinding into your ass, Ale and Price in front of you, taking turns passing your breasts back and forth between their hands. Soap and Ghost are at either side, and you can feel their own fingers gently tracing up your thighs, petting the soft skin and teasing around the edge of your shorts.

Gaz slides in against your back with Rudy, and he's the one who first kisses you, soft lips against your throat, cheek, and finally finding your mouth, swallowing the little moan that slips past your lips. You're caught in a web of hands and hard bodies, feeling their cocks fill up against you as you're quickly stripped of your clothes. When the fabric of your panties pulls away with a little damp cling you hear someone swear. Soap actually smells them, the perv, holding the gusset against his nose and inhaling like a dying man, his hand on his cock.

"fucking delicious," he groans, and yanks your hips forward. "I call dibs on eating her first- c'mon bonnie, on the couch, you're sitting on my face-"

Ale sucks a hickey on your neck as he sets you up kneeling over Soap, and the Scotsman wastes no time- he yanks your hips down and licks a fat wet stripe up the seam of your pussy, and you moan with a sudden slick rush when he starts sucking at your lips, tongue flicking against your clit and then shoving into your hole. He's damn good, too fucking good, and you know you can't hold out long against him- not when the task force are still playing with your breasts, slapping so that the flesh bounces before taking your nipples into tight pinches, making you squirm and bounce on Soap's face from the stimulation.

Ghost pats your head and chuckles. "Yeah, he's good with his tongue," and pulls his cock out, fat and dripping a little pearly fluid at the tip. "Show me yours love, c'mon," and he guides your head down to suck his cock, licking up the precome before taking the head into your mouth, working your way down his shaft. Every time Soap sucks your clit, you twitch and moan, and Ghost's grip in your hair tightens.

Someone moves you- Rudy?- and you're suddenly leaning forward, Ghost shuffling back to keep your mouth on him, and you settle into a new position, your thighs more spread and ass exposed.

Ale kisses your ass, murmuring sweet lovings, and then suddenly pulls back and spanks you. You yelp, muffled from the cock still in your mouth, and then moan helplessly when Soap catches your clit again and sucks hard. He spanks you again, the other cheek, and Soap sucks at the same time, and Ghost thrusts in a little more- and oh, now it's just sensation, hot tongues and strong hands and a thick wet cock to swallow around, your ass burning under each slap until Soap sucks one more time and you clench and quiver, Ghosts cock slipping from your mouth as you cum, gushing creamy slick from your pussy.

Soap moans and you feel his arm jerking under you where he's stroking himself, rubbing his face against your flesh as if to cover himself in as much of your fluids as possible. His stubble scratches deliciously where you're hot and sensitive, and an aftershock leaves you whining. You feel soft and dumb, malleable around these men, something to be kept caged between them.

And then Gaz's tongue slides into your ass, licking your own cum from around your pussy and using it to drive in further, wet and slick, and you about come off the couch in surprise, yelping and then moaning at the wriggling wet intrusion. Price braces you in place, his own cock rubbing against your cheek as he grips your hair. "Steady there, just let the lad play," he says, and Gaz redoubles his efforts, slurping at your ass, letting his own drool gather and drip down where it mixes with your cum, leaving more wet streaks on Soap's face. Two sets of fingers slide into you at the same time, in both holes, and when your mouth drops open on a moan Price slides his cock into you.

He's rougher than Ghost was, his cock heavier, moving your face where he wants it and driving in. You can hear your own choking noises over the wet slap of his balls against your chin and manage to look up at him with teary eyes. "There's my girl," and he swipes his thumb across your cheek, collecting tears, offered to Ghost to suck off his thumb- oh, you clench hard seeing that, and hear Gaz and Soap groan together as they feel it.

"fuck, and you two were keeping her all to yourselves?" Gaz pants, pulling his fingers out with a wet pop, and you feel the pressure of his cock to your ass even as Soap begins to suck again. Your clit feels hard in his mouth, rolling between his lips and bouncing on his tongue, and you can't hold back the keening cry as Gaz slides his cock into you, one steady push that sets his balls against your cunt and Soaps chin, burning hot and so full inside you.

Price and Gaz set a fast rhythm, pushing you forward from the cock in your ass, pulling you back again to breathe around Price before he fucks your face again. Soap is still playing with your clit, his tongue licking around your pussy and even against Gaz's balls when he bottoms out, making the other man moan where he leans over your back. Through your tears you can see the blurry shapes of Ale and Rudy entwined on the other couch, their hands on each other's cocks as they watch you get fucked into a second orgasm, Price shoving his cock into your throat as Gaz swears and grips your hips, his own stuttering into an orgasm of his own as your ass clenches and squeezes his cock. You hear a wet choking sound and through the pleasure haze recognize Soap is coming as well, furiously jerking his cock, choking and gasping for breath through the fresh flood of slick that coats his face.

Price pops his cock from your mouth and slaps your cheek with it, drool and precome hanging in thick strings from the head and your lips. Gaz pulls out as well, collapsing back against the arm of the couch, and you don't resist at all when Ghost lifts up under your arms and moves you off Soap to instead kneel on the floor. There's a cushion under your knees, you realize, and then lose yourself in the taste and scent as Price and Ghost pass you between them. Ghost is easy, slow, gentle almost as he rubs the leaking head of his cock over your tongue, his fingers petting your hair and tilting your head to the best angle, letting you suckle and leave the flat of your tongue against the underside of his cock. He uses you alongside his fist, jacking his cock as he presses your face to his balls, moaning when you suck them, rubbing your lips over the soft hair and delicate skin.

Price is harsher- harder- he grips your hair and fucks deep into your mouth, popping the head of his cock into your throat just long enough to feel you choke before pulling back, letting the wet sounds fill the air between your moans and whines. He loves it when you look up at him with teary wet eyes, begging without words, and he holds you all the way down when he comes, your nose pressed into his groin, a reflexive clutch of your throat around his cock milking his come out of him. When he pushes you back and you gasp for breath, the last ropes of come stripe your face, dripping over your gaping lips, down to your breasts. Ghost pushes back into your mouth, laying the head of his cock onto your tongue while you pant, blinking up at him blearily though the tears and come clinging to your eyelashes.

"there love, hold still for me- perfect, so good, letting us just use this pretty mouth," he grunts, and jerks himself off onto your tongue, thick and salty. "Dont- no, don't swallow, hold that for me now," Ghost orders, and you moan and feel another heady rush between your legs as you hold your mouth open, showing off the puddle of his come, Price's still streaked over your face and tits, Gaz's leaking out of your ass with every little muscle clench. You feel whoreish and degraded, stripped down to basic functions, covered in the come of three men and your own still wet and gleaming on the face of a fourth.

Ale reaches out from his seat, taking your chin in his hand, drawing you over as Ghost and Price stagger to Soap and Gaz, all four men boneless and satisfied, but still watching you with interest as you shuffle on your knees to your vaqueros. Both Ale and Rudy lean down to kiss you, licking the come from your cheeks and lips, and you whine in sudden desperation for more of their touch. Rudy gets his hands back on your breasts and tugs your nipples, reigniting the nerves that had been teased before. He smears the come on them as well, groping you as Ale licks into your mouth, drawing Ghosts come out on his tongue before feeding it to Rudy in a deep lush kiss.

Ale coos at you when he looks down and sees your eyes full of new tears, gone past being able to use words with your wrecked throat and melted brain, but you're so fucking desperate- Rudy is still playing with your nipples and each touch sends a throb to your clit, and into your aching pussy. You want their cocks, want to be filled up so badly, and you've had your ass and throat fucked but only fingers in your cunt. It's devastating in a simple animal way, and you feel like a cat in heat, ready to present your hole for filling by anyone who will give you a cock.

"Here, sweet thing, come on up," Ale says, and pats his knees, helping you up off your own rubbery legs and into his lap. You are wet down your thighs, and Ale doesn't even try and check you with his fingers- instead he lifts you up and then brings you down, a single smooth movement that takes you from empty to full in a second.

You find your words again.

"oh, thank you, thank you, please keep fucking me, Ale, fuck so good so big so full-" you babble, and Alejandro grips the soft flesh around your hips and begins to slam you down onto his cock, forcing your sloppy wet cunt to slap against his groin, a squeal coming past your lips as your clit, sore from Soap's attention, rubs against his pubic hair each time he bottoms out.

You're coming almost before you realize it, screaming as your thighs shake and cunt squeezes Ale so tightly he swears and has to hold you in place to keep from being pushed out. You moan and limply collapse against his shoulder, panting and shuddering. Your whole body tingles, and as your breathing steadies you can hear more moaning, wet sex sounds, and as Rudy and Ale lift you up off his cock you see the task force. Gaz and Price are pressed against each other, making out as both men tug and play with the others cock, and Gaz leans over and swipes his fingers through your slick, puffy pussy lips (he catches your clit and your thighs spasm) before bringing them back to Price's cock, stroking the older man with renewed speed. Ghost is sprawled with his thighs open, holding Soap's wrists together in the small of his back as he drives his cock up into the smaller man's mouth, slow and deep.

Ale lays you on your back on the floor, spreading your thighs, and you smile at him with dumb animal pleasure as he slides back into your drenched cunt, no resistance at all, just wet flesh welcoming his cock back where it belongs. He moans and lets his head hang forward as he bottoms out again, fucking into you slowly.

Rudy kneels next to you, and you realize what's coming as he swings his leg over and settles his cock between your tits, his ass hovering over your face as he grips your nipples and uses them to pull your breasts up and in- you cry out and bury your face in the hot seam of his ass and thigh as the pain-pleasure ripples through you. His cock leaves streaks of precome between your breasts, slicking the way along with your sweat and Price's come that's s till drying on your skin. Your nipples ache in his ruthless grip, and you gasp in relief when he at last releases them to instead grip your tits and press them around his cock, fucking between them.

You moan and lift your arms to grip around Rudy's thighs, kissing the so-soft skin in front of you. You want more from him, more of his taste and pleasure, and find your lips traveling higher, nuzzling and licking until you reach his hole- just a little furled muscle, and when you lick across it with just the tip of your tongue you hear Rudy make the softest, sweetest moan. His hips stutter fucking between your tits, and you lick again, tasting his skin and sweat. He tastes good, and you float in a liminal space of heat and pleasure, working your tongue past that tight little muscle and into Rudy's ass, your pussy throbbing with your pulse. The man pinches your nipples again and you moan into him, gone beyond pain, spearing your tongue as far as it will go as Rudy fucks himself on it, rocking his hips back and forth to fuck the soft flesh of your tits. Your thighs have fallen open around Ale, limp and quivering, and you find yourself surrendering utterly to the two men.

Ale and Rudy fill your world, sight and sound and taste and pleasure all formed around their bodies against yours- and vaguely you hear the 141 all moaning and climbing to their own peaks. Ale lifts your hips and puts his thumb on your clit and oh- oh, oh oh-

Pressure builds in your belly, deep and hot, and there's a sudden new sensation you vaguely recognize, growing alongside your orgasm, but you can't think past the pleasure. Rudy is still fucking your tongue, letting it pop out and leave across his ass before you manage to stiffen it again for him, his fingers pinches your nipples mercilessly, so tight you want to cry as he forces your breasts together to massage his cock.

Ale is still fucking you so slow, so fucking deep, and as the pressure bursts through you like a grenade you hear a scream and feel the hot wet flood against your groin and thighs where Ale suddenly begins slamming his cock into you, frantic. Your tongue retreats limply into your mouth as your eyes roll back and you keep coming, coming again, arching and squirting and screaming as Rudy spills over your breasts and belly, nipples released with a snap that brings another quiver from your poor cunt. Ale groans above you and stills, his hips grinding his cock in deep as he comes, adding his own to the creamy mess of your come.

Rudy collapses on the floor next to you, and someone lifts your head. Blearily you manage to see Soap, his face wet with Ghost's come, bring his straining cock to your lips. You can't move even to suck him, and instead let him fuck into your mouth like a fleshlight, using your soft tongue and palette until he shudders and comes, swearing. You're so blissed out the come just drools out of your mouth, sloppy, and when Soap leans down to lick it off you you hear two more moans and feel slick bursts of come across your breasts, Gaz and Price jerking each other off over you, painting you like tiger stripes.

You float in a soft come-soaked haze, body thrilling with each little muscle spasm, used to the end of your rope. There's gentle hands wiping your body down, a pair of tongues gently laving the come from your skin. You shake when someone licks over your pussy, too-much too-sore, and are shushed with kisses as the man between your legs gently cleans you, pressing a kiss to your clit, still standing full and hard, and you cry out as the easiest, gentlest orgasm rolls you into oblivion. Thats alright, you can let yourself go- you have your Ale and Rudy and the 141 to take care of you until you wake.

[peachhcs]

a hughes sibling interview

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

the four hughes siblings are interviewed about their relationships with one another and growing up across toronto and michigan.

GUYS IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE ITS BEEN SUCH A CRAZY WEEK AND A HALF. I PROMISE I SEE UR REQUESTS!! i was inspired to do this after seeing an old interview with jack and luke :) this is way more quinn, jack, luke + samy and not samy + will but i know you guys like reading about their sibling dynamic so i whipped this out

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THE HUGHES SIBLINGS are fan favorites in the hockey and american soccer world. they spent their childhoods in toronto, ontario, canada before moving down to ann arbor, michigan to pursue more opportunities in the hockey world and eventually, american soccer for their youngest member. we sat down with the four to ask them what growing up together was like and how they're feeling about quinn's soon-to-be captaincy for the vancouver canucks.

Q: tell me about your dynamics growing up.

jack: oh god, well that's an easy one. quinn and i were the "leaders" i guess you could say. we were always put in charge of luke and samy even though luke always got mad because he felt like he didn't need to be looked after.

luke: you guys literally acted like you were five years older than us—

jack: in a way quinn was five years older than you. four at least.

luke: whatever.

samy: i think we all have a very unique relationship with one another because we all go to each other for different things. like i go to quinn when i need someone to tell me what i need to hear but don't want to hear. jack's who i got to when i need someone to hype me up. i got to luke for just about everything just because we're closer in age.

Q: do you think your age differences made it hard to get close to one another? for quinn, how did it feel to be six years older than samy growing up?

quinn: i mean when my parents told me they were having another baby and it was a girl i was pretty excited actually. growing up, i always wanted a little sister. i don't think our age difference ever really made it hard to get close? we've all been pretty close in general.

samy: i love having older brothers. maybe i can only say that because we get along, but growing up with them really taught me how to hold my own. they toughened me up for sure.

jack: i always feel like a two year age gap between everyone is perfect. it's not a crazy gap where we're all in drastically different stages of life, but we're never too far behind one another.

Q: i heard you three taught samy how to play hockey. what was that like?

jack: always so fun. she always wanted to do what we were doing so we started playing with her on our rink back in toronto and by the time she was ten she was literally pushing all of us into the boards.

quinn: we definitively taught her how to be more aggressive on the ice and all of what she knows is what we taught her.

Q: samy, was it ever hard to tell your brothers you were leaving hockey to play soccer?

samy: i mean i definitely worried they would be upset because it's what they love and i didn't want them to think i didn't love it anymore because i still do, but we've all been super supportive of each other and they were really glad i was doing what i loved.

luke: i think it was nice having a different sport our family could lean into because whenever we watch hockey together it gets really intense—and well i guess watching soccer got really intense for us, but we all quickly fell in love with the sport to watch samy play.

Q: did you guys ever have any sibling rivalry?

quinn: not really, no. of course we got competitive with one another at the house and in the walls, but outside of the house it's nothing but love for each other. we support each other a lot and i think that's something that's always been really important to us.

samy: we always got into it sometimes, but it wasn't ever serious. it was a lot of just cheering each other on from the sidelines.

jack: every sibling is gonna have some sort of rivalry, but it never went further than small poking and prodding at one another. we knew it was just in good fun.

luke: if anything samy and i were the most rivals because we went at it at everything we did. cards, board games, hockey, swimming, soccer—it was so funny.

Q: what was moving back to the states like?

samy: being 12 it was kind of hard for me because i lived my whole childhood in toronto, but i was excited for the new opportunities and being able to support my brothers closer. when quinn was in the states and we were still in toronto, it was really hard not having him around, so i was glad to be closer to him and jack.

quinn: i guess..not that hard? i'd already been in the states for usntdp so i guess it was just nice to have my family close again. when i first moved at 15 that was a bit hard because i was so far away from my siblings

jack: i mean it's something i thank my parents for a lot because a lot of what they did was for us. they always put us first and always made sure we had the best opportunities to push ourselves forward so i'm thankful for that and them.

luke: i think i was just glad i wouldn't be alone in michigan starting usntdp. kind of sad because quinn and jack basically got to live there by themselves, but it wasn't that hard.

Q: did you ever think your lives would be what they are right now?

samy: no, not at all. if you asked me that six years ago i would say no way and be shocked that i stopped playing hockey full time but i'm really grateful for everything that's happened. i love being at umich and playing on a team that i love so much.

luke: i mean does anyone really think they'll be where they are now? i am grateful for michigan and new jersey, it's been really great.

jack: i think i'd wanna give my younger self a pat on the back. my rookie year was pretty tough and i honestly didn't think i'd make it out, but i'm glad i kept my head up and proved everyone who thought i couldn't do well wrong.

quinn: never in a million years would i think i'd become captain to a pro hockey team, but i am super grateful. it's been a really amazing five years and i love the team, i love the guys. they're all really great.

Q: final question: what is one thing you wanna say to quinn before he becomes captain tomorrow night?

jack: i'm really proud of you man. you've worked really hard for this and i know you're gonna bring the canucks some really great seasons as captain. you're dedicated and no one deserves this more than you do.

luke: i've looked up to you my whole life and i don't think i'll ever stop. you did a really great job basically raising samy and i and you're gonna do a really great job being captain to the canucks. they're real lucky to have you.

samy: i'm super proud of you and you really helped me find my way so many times growing up. i couldn't have asked for a better big brother. i love you quinny and i can't wait to see you become captain tomorrow night.

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I know I generally do this stuff for PotatoLord and I've already done a Judgement card with Noel but I'm actually obsessed with this and I need to yap about it because it brings other factors into play! I hope you don't mind <3

Relating Judgement to the Dies Irae title is SO TASTY and I am going FERAL! YOUR BRAIN!!! So, Dies Irae, or "The Day of Wrath", is originally a Latin chant most known for being used in Requiem masses (specialty funeral masses) and is referring to Judgement Day. Well, guess what besties?! The typical Rider-Waite Judgement is heavily modeled off of the Christian idea of Judgement Day and Resurrection of the Dead. You quite literally have an angel (who is argued to be St. Gabriel the Archangel) blowing the trumpet down to men, women, and children emerging from their graves which leans a lot on ideas brought up in Revelations 20: 11-15 such as the Judgement of the Dead. This imagery is reflected in the first few stanzas of Dies Irae in which a trumpet is described to bring forth all of creation, living and dead, before the throne of God and judged on their actions which are contained within books (this is an idea brought up in Revelations 20). In addition to this, the Book of Revelation is sometimes translated to "Apocalypse" which we'll get to in a second.

Spiritual lesson out of the way, let's get to how this relates to John and Arthur. So, it's been established that Arthur represents The Moon and John represents The Sun by the fandom. These two cards are a FIERCE combination with one another. It represents a balance and relates to personal growth and self-evaluation. Malevolent as a whole speaks on what is means to be human especially in relation to the balance of growth and stagnation of Arthur and John's personalities and traits. It is the flicker of hope in the face of forces beyond their control. They balance and support each other while also shining light on the "darker" parts of the other and leaving the choice to change up to the other person. It is John's growing pains as well as teaching an old dog new tricks. The same idea applies to Arthur. In addition to this, the Sun and the Moon are the two most prominent celestial bodies to Earth and, therefore, seeing the two together in this way is very powerful.

Relating this idea to Judgement, Judgement is the card that comes right after The Moon and The Sun, which lends itself to their meanings being close and supporting each other. In addition to this, there is some Star imagery in here. I'm not sure if this was purposeful or not, but the scaring on Arthur's torso looks A LOT like The Star not to mention the clear star imagery around John. Similarly to Judgement, the Star comes right before The Moon and The Sun. So, we have The Star, The Moon, and The Sun represented in relation to Judgement and the Dies Irae. Wowza! Yorrick speaks of this combined force between Arthur and John. This combined force in relation to the Moon and the Sun represents pulling on the hidden and the subconscious into the face of truth. The Star imagery couples this with revealing what is most important to a person as well as their true inner self. All of these ideas are crucial and represented in The Day of Wrath in which a person is judged for outward works and inner intentions.

I find it also important to note an idea that's come up in Season Five. Arthur and John have been commissioned with the task of escorting the Black Stone with three other escorts. Many people have related this to the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse which I also don't find coincidental. The combination of these stones that we've seen throughout the prequel Call of Cthulhu campaigns and Malevolent is world-ending. It is apocalyptic. They truly are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Now, remember what I said before about the Book of Revelations, the book which Dies Irae pulls imagery and ideas from? Yep. It can also be called Apocalypse. Now, isn't that fun and full circle?

I really hope you don't mind me doing this! I just saw this on my dash and had to talk about it! The art is STUNNING and I adore the other little nuances like Arthur and John mimicking each other!

The Dies Irae. It is your title. Your combined force. Day of Wrath.

[yall-batman-fanfic]

[Maxie] Zeus | Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader!Magician

Synopsis: Before Maxie Zeus became part of Batman's rogue's gallery, he was a mild history professor in Gotham University, working in the same department as Vivian. Though married, he admits to himself and some of his colleagues his infatuation towards Vivian. But nothing stays innocent in Gotham City.

Maximillian Zeus is a horrible person. How could he have these thoughts about his new and much younger colleague while he has a wife and child?! But how couldn't he either? The new Symbology and Iconography, and Art History professor was as beautiful as Aphrodite. Her red hair reminded him of Sandro Botticelli's The Birth of Venus, her pois of the three Graces---the Charities, who are the goddesses of beauty, grace, and charm — or she could be Helen. Homer never really gave an explanation on how Helen looked and the woman remained somewhat of a mystery in all stories. All that was known of her was her treachery towards her husband, and to have been the most beautiful woman of all, hence the saying: the face that launched a thousand ships.

“Everyone, let's all give Professor Vivian Pryor a warm welcome---Justin, you're both around the same age, I'm sure you can show her around?” Said Gregory.

Justin Kirk, a young, handsome, and outgoing man, which was everything that Maxie Zeus wasn't, happily went to greet Vivian first with a shake of a hand and said, “Leave it to me, we young folk gotta stick together.”

Vivian laughed, it was perfect in Maxie's opinion. The right kind of laugh for a woman. Soft, melodic, not the kind that reminds him of harpies and crones. “I guess so. I'm just glad to find someone here who might know my pop culture reference.”

“You watched Star Wars?”

Vivian winced, “Can't say I have.”

“Lord of the Rings?”

“Yes.”

Justin hummed for a moment in thought. “What are your thoughts on the Beatles?”

Vivian smirked. “I grew up in Liverpool.”

“Football team?”

“Manchester,” she gave him a quizzical look. 

Justine grinned. “We'll get along just fine. Welcome to GU.”

“Thanks, it's great to be back here, actually.”

To explain, Gregory informed everyone that Vivian was a student of Gotham University when studying for her Bachelors degree, then she took her Masters as a scholar in Italy, supported by her mentor there, Sebastian Rossi and then back at Gotham again in GU where she was mentored by the current Dean of their college. Many were in awe to know about her background, especially when Vivian turns out to be just in her twenties. 

Vivian was given the desk beside Kirk, which was a desk in front of him. So it was him, then Marge's desk, then Vivian's. It wasn't the most ideal but it gave Maxie the chance to see her every day, even if it was just her red hair.

Stop.

He should stop this.

He's married.

He has a daughter.

He has a happy family.

No sarcasm there. They really were happy!

But then again, what's so bad with an office crush, right? It's not really cheating if he just admires a young and beautiful woman from afar, right?

Right… He'll just keep telling himself that.

And he does keep telling himself that for the future that comes as he would often look across his and Marge’s table to see Vivian Pryor, or come to the office a little early so he could be one of the first few to greet her good morning. Always just a greeting and never a conversation. He has no reason to talk to her anyway, they have different interests aside from their work, and it looks like Justin Kirk also has interest in her and he has a better shot with her too.

Until Vivian came to his table to talk to him.

“Is that your daughter?” Her voice startled him. Turning, he saw Vivian standing there in her iconic tweed jacket, and earth tone clothes – today she opted to wear a blouse and skirt than her usual trousers — and boots. Her hair was pulled to a low bun being held by a pencil. A sharp pencil, he observed.

“Yes,” Maxie found his voice again. “Yes, she is.”

“What's her name?”

“Medea.”

A smile krept to her face. “A bold choice, but I can see in her eyes that she is as strong as her namesake.”

Maxie chuckled. “Yeah, she's — she's headstrong. I just hope she doesn't do whatever Medea did with Jason and their children.”

“Women's wrath,” Vivian shrugged. “You have a beautiful family, Professor Zeus. Your wife is so beautiful too.”

“Thank you, I'll make sure to tell her.”

Great, even she sees that this little crush is wrong.

“Anything I can do for you, Professor Pryor?” Maxie asked.

“Vivian's fine. And yes, I was going to ask for the keys to the storage. I wanted to borrow the Overhead projector to show something to my class, and they said that you are the master of keys to all our department's assets.”

“Right, right, um…” Zeus got up from his desk. “Well, I'm not really the master of keys, but I just—I fixed the system with it. Here.” He brought her to the wall where the key holders were, each key hung with a label on its loop, and at the side was a form that had names, signatures, details, and time. “Um, just write your name here, the time you took the key, the item you borrowed, and the time you returned the key and item. Do you need any help with getting the projector to your class?”

“No, I got it, but thanks,” Vivian smiled at him and went to sign on the form then took the key. “I'll make sure to remember where I took it from. Thanks again, Professor Zeus.”

“No problem, Professor Pryor.”

That was the first conversation he had with Vivian. A simple on but it meant a lot to him too, and it stuck with him until his downfall.

~*~

Vivian's career was skyrocketing with her research getting published. Many academic publishers bid on her work but only one got it with the best offer. A year working in academia as a professor in Gotham University, she is now getting what every scholar dreams of: getting their works published and recognized. They were all invited to her book launch, and were one of the first few to get a copy of her book too. Everything was going so well for her with the money she was getting from her books, the recognition, publicity, and offers for her studies.

Then it happened. 

During her book launch, a murder took place. Her agent was killed and hanged for display in the middle of her talk, and a knife was thrown at her direction. If it hadn’t been for billionaire-playboy, Bruce Wayne, Vivian would have been dead.

The case went on for weeks. Vivian was placed under police protection, which meant she can’t go to work. She was just stuck in whatever place they chucked her in. Then, a miracle happened.

Rather, the Bat happened.

The next day, they saw an article about Batman and Professor Vivian Pryor stopping Blackfire’s cult. The cult ran by Deacon Blackfire believed bathing in the blood of humans would make them immortal, and for some reason, they wanted Vivian to be the sacrifice for their ritual that night, and to get to her, they scared her to hide until they could find her in one place. But it was the other way around, it was Vivian and the Bat who found them in their catacombs.

The second take of her book launch took place in Wayne Tower, and based on rumors, Wayne paid for everything as well. As a way to thank her as Vivian would be giving half of the revenue she’s getting to the Wayne Foundation to help Gotham City.

“They look a little cozy,” Marge whispered to their little group as they watched Vivian and Bruce Wayne talk at the corner. Smiles never disappearing.

Justin scoffed. “Please, Wayne’s just trying to get into her pants. We all know his M.O.”

“I don’t know, that looks like a man who isn’t just after that,” Gregory laughed. “It would be interesting if that happens, right?”

“It’s just a one-night stand and Wayne is going to forget about Via,” said Justin.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Justin,” Katherine told him. “Maybe it’s just Wayne socializing.”

“It better be.”

Maxie agrees.

But that wasn’t the case. The next day, they learned that Vivian was asked out on a date by Bruce Wayne, but an emergency happened that cancelled it, then a couple of days later, Wayne personally went to GU to ask her out again. They went dancing that Friday, and the next school day, Vivian told Marge and Katherine what they did and what surprised him and Justin was that Wayne and her didn’t have sex, and that Wayne wanted to see her again.

Then it happened, Bruce Wayne became a reoccurring face in GU, and whenever he was there, it was always for Vivian. 

It was official. Bruce Wayne and Vivian Pryor were dating.

It seems, like Dionysus, while the god had Aphrodite as a wife, it was Ares who won the goddess’ heart and love.

~*~

It always starts with death. 

The madness  came when his wife died. It was a robbery gone wrong, said the GCPD. The thieves thought no one was at home, but then they saw his wife and they shot her, took what they could and ran. Medea Zeus was in her room that time, asleep, and when she woke up she saw her mother’s body on the ground in a pool of blood.

It was from that tragedy, that grief that made the mild man, Maximilian Zeus, to start these delusions of him being the very mythological god he teaches to his students. He was Zeus.

~*~

“I can’t believe it,” Vivian said as she looked at the Bat Computer's monitor that had the photo of Zeus with his gang. “How –”

“We both know how,” Batman muttered. “I’m sorry, Viv.”

Vivian sat on the chair beside Bruce’s and massaged her temples to try and grasp what she was seeing. A couple of days ago, Batman was dealing with a case from Commissioner Gordon about a new crime lord that’s rising in Gotham by the name of Zeus. At first Vivian shrugged it off, believing it was just some Greek mythology fanatic, it was best she doesn’t meddle with Batman’s cases and focus on her own work and with Dick, who was still undergoing training before he could wear the mask and cape.

But now…

“Do you remember the last time you saw him?” Bruce asked her.

“Yeah, it was at his wife’s funeral. We all went there to give our condolences and to see how Medea was. She saw her mother’s body that night and was the one who called 911.”

Batman’s jaw clenched in anger at the thought of another child witnessing another tragedy.

“How is she? The girl?”’

“She wasn’t talking then, Max said she hasn’t talked since calling 911,” Vivian sighed. “After that, Max went on a bereavement leave and extended it for a couple of more weeks, then we never heard from him since. Some say he left Gotham with his daughter, too distraught to go through the proper paperwork to resign and leave that he just did.”

“No communication since then?”

“No. I can’t ever imagine him becoming a crime lord — Max was this timid and mild man who adores his wife and daughter, and he wouldn’t hurt a fly! He even tends to the university garden.”

Bruce doesn’t really remember Maximillian Zeus that much, the man was the person who would blend in the background of a photograph, and he would notice him whenever Vivian points at his direction. He remembers her calling him the Master of Keys in their department because the man fixed their chaotic key holder and other assets too.

“Bruce, I don’t meddle in your affairs as Batman, but…” Vivian took his hand, holding it tight. “Not too harsh. He’s a good man who – I think – spiraled after the death of his wife. He needs help.”

“I promise, Vivian,” Bruce said to her. “I’ll make sure to deal with Zeus without inflicting harm.”

“But if push comes to shove… if you need to, then do so. I want you back here, okay, Batman?”

This time he smiled, pulling down his cowl, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Yes, Ma’am.”

~*~

She was walking to the bus station when it happened. The sun was just about to set, there were many bystanders, and traffic seems to be on her side, which was why when they came, Vivian was caught off guard. It was a black sedan that parked right in front of her at the bus stop, and before she could even react after realizing the traffic light wasn’t red, the door opened and a taser shocked her to unconsciousness.

In the middle of the day, she was kidnapped with a simple taser to knock her out. 

Gotham City, everyone. 

Waking up, Vivian was met by silk sheets and a soft bed, but she knew that this wasn’t Wayne Manor. It didn’t have the smell of the place nor the comfort it brings her. She knew Bruce’s bed intimately to know that this wasn’t it too. So where was she?

It was a lavish looking room – she’ll admit it – with a bed decorated with a large clam as its grame, the walls were marble white with Greek pillars to support the structure. Where the fuck was she? And what happened to her clothes? She was no longer wearing her blouse and trousers, nor her jacket and shoes, all she was wearing was a chiton with her hair tangled with ornaments – gold. 

“Ah, Aphrodite!” The door opened.

“Max?” Vivian gasped.

“Goddess of beauty, how are you?” Max approached her but Vivian immediately jumped out of the bed to get away from him. “My love!”

Nothing about this felt right. This wasn’t the Max she knew, Maximillian Zeus wouldn’t talk like that, nor would he walk around wearing a peplos and himation. And he would wear underwear too!

“Max – Professor Zeus — ”

“Yes, it is I, Zeus! God of Thunder! King of Olympus!”

“No…” Vivian whispered. “No,” she said firmly. “You are Professor Maximillian Zeus — you teach history and classics in Gotham University! You had a wife –”

“Yes,” he said sadly. “Hera's passing has weakened Olympus.”

Vivian looked at in in disbelief. He can't possibly –

“That is why for the sake of Olympus and my daughter, the Princess Medea, I am in need of a new wife.”

The way he looked at her brought a chill down Vivian's spine. 

“No,” Vivian said. 

“But you will. And you must, for Olympus and Princess Medea –”

“Where is Medea?!” Vivian exclaimed, worried for the girl. “Where is she, Max?”

He was silent for a time, looking at her, then he called for one of his men. The door opened and appeared a man holding a little girl's hand. Medea looked frightened but still did not speak. She trembled in fear with the man and with her Father who took her from him.

“Medea!” Vivian ran to her. The child pulled her hand from her father's grasp and wrapped her arms around Vivian. “It's okay, it's going to be okay.”

Medea hid her face at Vivian's clothes and held her tight.

“I'll get us out of here,” Vivian whispered.

“My love, do you really think I do not know of you?” Zeus spoke, with a smirk. “You may be Aphrodite but I know that you are a child of the Hecate. The goddess of magic and sorcery. My studies have helped me in building this fortress, it is protect by a seal that prevents magic users to escape from it. You are bound here with me, my love.”

Vivian's hold on Medea tightened and she hid the girl behind her. “Professor, please, stop this. You're scaring your daughter. Is this how you want Medea to remember you?”

“She is a Princess of Olympus, she must learn the ways if she wishes to take the throne some day. If not, then our children will.”

Vivian glared at him. “Like hell that would happen.”

“We shall see, my love,” Zeus walked up to her and grabbed Vivian by her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. “One way or another, you will give me sons to create an army.”

Vivian spat at him, and with it Zeus backhanded her, sending her to the ground with Medea holding her. Protecting her from her father. 

No more, was what the child wanted to say. Please, stop this.

Zeus only looked at them for a moment and then left.

Getting up, Vivian flexed her jaw to check if it was broken, then she tried to use her magic. Zeus wasn't bluffing, she can't use magic. If it was his delusion that had him stumble upon this, then he was damn lucky. But for her and Medea, all they can do was wait – either for the right time to strike and escape or for Batman to save them.

~*~

Angry was an understatement. Batman, Bruce Wayne, was livid to know what happened to Vivian. For days, he's been looking for her after learning from Alfred and Dick that Vivian never got to the Manor nor has she called either of them. He searched Gotham for her, questioning every enemy he has faced, showing them that he wasn't fucking around. No one touches Vivian Pryor. Else they get the Bat.

Then one key witness, a bystander, said to Batman that they saw Vivian get tased and tossed in a car with a customized plate: PEGASUS. He didn't need to go to the registry nor the computer to figure out who has Vivian. He went straight to Zeus’ New Olympus.

Climbing the tower, battling every one of Zeus’ henchmen, Batman made it to the very top of the penthouse where Zeus resides and is holding Vivian and Medea hostage. Upon entering the floor, he was met by a Greek-styled suite that resembles Olympus from those picture books, then sitting on his elevated throne was Maximillian Zeus himself, looking tall and strong. Then at his side, sitting at a much smaller throne was Vivian, who was chained to her throne with Medea clinging to her like a babe clings to her mother.

“Batman!” Vivian got up with Medea but she couldn't take a step with the chain around her ankle.

“Viv,” Batman whispered, relieved to see her alright, but that relief disappeared when he saw the bruise on her cheek and the cut on her lip. Turning to Zeus, Batman growled, “You touched her.”

“She is my wife. My property, I do as I please,” said Zeus.

That struck a nerve.

“You better choose your words carefully, Zeus,” Batman sneered. “She is not your wife. She is your hostage. I'll ask you once, and handle this carefully out of respect for Professor Pryor's wishes. Let them go and surrender.”

Zeus laughed, his laughter booming in the suite, then he exclaimed: “You dare tell me, a king – a god – what to do? You are nothing! I am your King!”

“You are no king, nor will you ever be a king of mine. I'll ask one last time: let them go and surrender, Zeus.”

Zeus got up from his throne, bringing with him his thunderbolt – a technology he stole from one of the warehouses he raided – and unclasped the clip of his peplos, leaving him shirtless as he faced the Dark Knight.

“You have always envied my position, Hades,” Zeus sneered at Batman.

Inaccurate and very much untrue for both the mythology and for Bruce Wayne. If she wasn't a hostage with a child, Vivian would have laughed at the irony of what he said, but that wasn’t the case. 

“Do you really think I will simply let you take my wife and child, my kingdom, Hades?”

Batman sighed. “I'm sorry, Viv. But he hurt you.” 

Reaching for his cape, he discarded the thing and threw it across the room, leaving him with his uniform, cowl, and utility belt. 

“I’m not leaving without Vivian,” Bruce declared.

“Then this is a battle for her hand. Beat me and you shall have – oof!” 

Before Zeus could finish, Batman punched him across the face, and kneed him at the stomach. 

Vivian hid Medea from the sight of her father getting beaten up. Getting up from the throne, Vivian circled the thing as far as she could and hid behind it with Medea with her. Placing the child down, Vivian told her to stay put while they looked for a way to get out of there. If only she could erase the seal that Zeus that traps her magic, she’s seen the marks while captive and have tried to erase the thing but Zeus have intervened and used force to keep her from doing so. He hasn’t done anything drastic, as forcing himself to her, but he has hit her a couple of times, hence the bruise on her cheek, the black eye, and the cut on her lip.

“Professor,” Medea spoke the for the first time. 

“Yes, Medea?” Vivian sighed in relief when the child spoke. 

The girl held up her palms, showing the red ink on them. Was that blood?

“Medea! Where did you get that?!” Vivian held the girl’s hands. How did she not notice them?

“Daddy said you have magic. I promise not to tell… please bring back my Daddy,” Medea sobbed.

That wasn’t blood.

Those were the marks Zeus used to seal her magic.

Vivian held the girl’s hands and lets her magic flow through her magic once again. 

“I will. Stay here, okay?”

Medea nodded.

Removing the cloak around her, Vivian wrapped it around the girl and stood from the ground and walked towards the sight of Batman battling Zeus. While Bruce was exceptional, Zeus had his thunderbolt. 

“Kaerb eht niahc.”

The sound of her voice casting a spell distracted Bruce for a moment. Turning to the direction of the throne, he felt the change in the winds, the shift of power. Vivian’s magic was back, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her glowing gold eyes, and the magic exhuming from her body.

“Aphrodite, wife! What have you done?!” Zeus exclaimed. “You let the three-faced goddess take you!”

Vivian held her palm towards Zeus. A force lifted the man from the ground and forced him to drop the bolt to the ground. With her magic, Vivian flew from the ground and hovered over Zeus, her glare never faltering and the glow in her eyes intensifying. 

“My love, have mercy! It is I, your husband!” Zeus exclaimed.

“Enough!” Vivian spoke, her voice laced with layers of voices that Bruce haven’t heard. “If you truly love me, Zeus, then surrender. Free me and Medea, and surrender.”

“A king never surrenders!”

Vivian frowned. “Then I am sorry, Professor Zeus,” her voice returned to the same voice that Bruce knew all too well. Placing a finger on Zeus’ forehead, she cast a spell: “Peels, sueZ.”

The man’s eyes fluttered, trying to fight the spell, but he eventually fell asleep and slumped against the force that held him in the air. With Zeus knocked out, Vivian got them down and settled the man down at the ground, kicking the bolt away from him.

“Vivian,” Bruce went to her side, holding her arms to see how she was. Aside from the bruises on her face and her arms where Zeus must have grabbed her, she was alright. Seeing them, Bruce pressed his forehead against hers and whispered, “I am so sorry for taking this long.”

“It’s okay… I’m sorry for not escaping sooner. He had a circle that kept me from using my magic, my love.” Vivian whispered. “Medea!” She realized.

“The girl,” Bruce agreed.

Pulling away, Vivian and Bruce ran to the throne where she left the girl. Still hiding behind it, they saw the girl hiding under the cloak that Vivian used to wrap around her. Scooping her into her arms, Vivian carried Medea and pulled back the hood. 

“It’s over now, Medea,” Vivian told her.

“Is Daddy…” Medea trailed off, her eyes on her knocked out father.

“He’s just sleeping.”

“Okay… I want to go home now, Professor Pryor,” Medea muttered.

“We’ll get you out of here and get you somewhere safe,” Batman told her and offered to take the girl from Vivian.

“He’s a friend,” Vivian told her when Medea showed hesitation.

Seeing that Vivian trusted Batman, Medea held out her arms to Batman, letting him carry her. 

“Everything alright now, Medea. I promise,” Batman swore.

~*~

Harvey Bullock came to the crime scene to apprehend Zeus after getting a call from Vivian Pryor about it. But when they arrived, Vivian Pryor and the girl, Medea Zeus, were missing, and all that was Zeus and his henchmen tied up with a note stuck on Zeus saying he needs to go to Arkham not a jail.

Unknowing to Bullock, Batman and Vivian were at the roof of a building across where Zeus made his New Olympus, with them was Medea who held onto Batman, not wanting to fall off a great height. 

“Will they take Daddy?” Medea asked.

“They’ll take him somewhere that would help him,” said Vivian. “Let’s go, we can leave her with Commissioner Gordon.”

Batman agreed. “You both will be safe with Gordon. He’ll inform Wayne about this as well.” As they prepared to use Batman’s grappling and Vivian to fly using her magic, he adjusted his hold on Medea so she would be secure in his arms. 

“Do you want to fly?” Batman asked the girl when she hid her face at the crook of his neck.

Medea looked up to him and nodded. 

“Then keep your eyes open, this is just like flying,” Batman smiled at her.

Firing his grappling, Batman jumped down and swung down, building to building with Vivian flying beside him. In his arms the girl, Medea, smiled for the first time since seeing her mother’s body in their home.

~*~

“Viv, how are you?” Justin was the first to greet her as she entered the faculty office with a still bruised cheek. “Shit, I can’t believe Maxie would do this.”

“Me neither,” Vivian sighed. “But it’s okay now. Medea is now will be staying with her grandparents, and Zeus will be sent to Arkham to be rehabilitated.”

Days after the incident, Vivian was given paid-offs to rest after the whole ordeal. Her boss told her to stay at home for at least two weeks, that kidnapping was nothing to take lightly, and while Bruce agrees, Vivian was adamant in going back to work. Hence, her presence at the faculty office.

“You really should stay at home, Via,” said Katherine.

“I told her the same thing, maybe you could convince her,” Bruce appeared at the door of their faculty office.

“Mr. Wayne!” One of the professors gasped.

Vivian sighed. “Bruce, please.”

“You left this in the car,” he held up her packed lunch. “Alfred’s famous soup and sandwiches.”

Smiling, she got on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, my love. And thank you, Alfred. But I am ready to go back to work. I promise!”

Bruce sighed. “I’ll pick you up after work.” He then turned to her colleagues and said, “Please make sure she doesn’t escape to take the bus home.”

Katherine and Marge giggled and said: “We’ll do our best.”

The sound of her huffing had Bruce turn to Vivian and saw her pouting. Taking her hand, he pulled her out of the faculty office, earning teasing cheers from the others, and brought her to a dark hallway where he had her caged against the wall.

“Bruce,” she began.

“I just want you safe,” he said.

“I know,” Vivian cupped his face and got on her toes to kiss him. “Thank you, Batman.”

Wrapping his arms around her, Bruce kissed her deeply and didn’t want to let go if it were not for the sound of students about to pass by them. 

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” Vivian asked.

“We can only hope from here on,” Bruce said to him. “I sent a gift to Medea earlier, she might get it by tomorrow. Hopefully, her experience with her father doesn’t create a hatred towards Greek mythology.”

Vivian smiled and said, “I’m sure that won’t be the case… now, go to work! Wayne Enterprise won’t run by itself!”

“I will, but just one last,” he kissed her again. “Viv.”

“Yes?”

“Are you willing to wait for me?”

“What?” she laughed.

“It might take a while but will you wait for the day I have a ring and get down on one knee?”

Vivian laughed. “Bruce, come on! We just got back a couple of months ago, don’t you think it’s too early to ask?”

“I guess,” Bruce kissed her again. While she laughed it off now, Bruce knew then and there that this was the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with and he wasn’t going to let her go. Not even if it meant battling gods.

[slaaverin]

Your post on Jikooks love had me crying, that was really beautifully put.

I have been unable to really express why their love draws me in, why I think it’s so true and beautiful

You’re right, it is hard to put it into words that do it any sort of justice. There isn’t a simple way to describe it, to simplify what it is we’re seeing. It’s too much, too large, and yet it’s also not. Because they simply love, they love each other. I know they are on the world stage and are only accessible to us because of that, but they just love each other. So much so they do allow us to see them, because they are entwined in a way, but it’s also purposely done sometimes, because I imagine they want us to see them sometimes, and be in control of that. I get it.

The kind of love they have I actually don’t think we see anymore, the only famous equivalent maybe is Tom and Zendya, the best friends type of love, where that person is your everything. It’s rare I think, that sort of love, but Jikook have it. I’ve seen posts from people who can’t imagine this sort of love, I think that’s where the doubt comes in for many people. But they have it, and it’s real.

It’s all in the way they look at each other, the love in their eyes, still ever present. The flirting, the need to touch, the support, the championship of one another, the bickering, the unwavering strength and devotion they have. Who has that anymore? As I said it’s rare

Their love is just so beautiful, and I am so grateful to them we get to witness a small fraction of it, because then, maybe the world can heal a small amount.

Beautifully written anon 👏🏻

I know they are on the world stage and are only accessible to us because of that, but they just love each other. So much so they do allow us to see them, because they are entwined in a way, but it’s also purposely done sometimes, because I imagine they want us to see them sometimes, and be in control of that. I get it.

As you said their love is a rare thing and I would imagine that if I held a love such as theirs, I would inevitably feel a pull to share it. When people are in a certain type of love they kinda want to scream it from the rooftops sometimes, I guess from the sheer joy of it.

We've got so much footage of them over the span of 10 years, so many close-ups and moments, it would be inevitable for us to not notice something, and they must be aware of that. This is a huge part of themselves, and it is engrained in many bits of their lives, so it would be very hard to hide. Lying and hiding also takes much more effort than being yourself, so I guess they took the best out of both worlds.

Jimin & Jungkook have shared a lot since the group came to be, it became natural for them as it did for the other members. They are people who, on top of being their job, like to be giving to others. So I feel in a way it is it an act of generosity for them to be so open about it.

I think they know about their fans, the jikookers, and how supportive we are. They know their relationship makes a lot of people happy. And they want their fans happy. The support is pretty encouraging for them to being themselves even more.

It might be a self-centered thought, but I've felt AYS was a gift specifically to us. A loving, thankful gesture (of course it was for themselves first).

It was nice how they let themselves be open, but also could control the narrative with the show. It worked brilliantly.

I think you are right, a small part of the world is healing thanks to them 💜 they fill our hearts with warmth and joy and love, and they give such good examples for people to follow. It is truly inspiring.

I'm always in awe because they shine so brightly and intensely, I feel humbled to witness their journey as humans. And I'm glad they get to share this beautiful love in this lifetime and truly get to enjoy it 🥺

Thank you for your beautiful words anon 💜 I think we understand each other 🫂

[meiguicha]

TIFU by supporting my boyfriend

Idia Shroud x Reader - Reddit AU

when i was jorking it, i suddenly remember i lost my arm in a factory accident. that's when i ask myself the scary question, who was jorking on my peanits?

CW// masterbaiting and idia pisses like a deep fryer, maybe ooc but this is silly it’s goofy I swear

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r/tifu ~2 hr. ago

user181231

Throwaway but okay so my boyfriend and I have talked about 'under the desk supporting' a lot in the past. And up until recently, Ive kinda forgotten about it cause life. Well, I suddenly remembered and thought Id do a nice thing for him since he's been really stressed.

Here's where I definitely fucked up. Since he's hinted at not wanting to be told when it happens, I thought Id do so, yk like a good partner. I found an opportunity to hide beneath his desk when he wasnt (miraculously) in his room and waited.

Problem number one was the fact that if Im not around, my boyfriend won't turn on any lights unless its a part of his gaming setup. Problem number two was that when he sat back down, I realised I shouldve checked what game he was playing.

Usually he doesn't really turn on his mic when he games, esp in team stuff and he didn't this time. Which Im really grateful for because turns out he was playing LoTO and I only figured out from the sheer amount clicking I was hearing.

Anyways, I got to work and honestly I thought that my skills were suddenly lacking becase he did nawt make a single noise. Nothing. Just his bored ahh playing his game with the occasional snarky comment.

Okay thats fine sometimes he gets a little distracted when we do this. So I up the ante and pull out the big guns right? Guess what he does.

This guy actually says out loud 'Who's jorking on my peanits?', shifts in his seat and doesn't do anything about it until five minutes later when he decides to look down.

We lock eyes because were meant to be <3 and he screams loud enough for his brother to come in later, all the while kicking his chair away from his desk. It gets so bad that he accidentally flips over onto his bed and almost damaged his back. Also I got a foot in my face which was fun.

Safe to say, I will not be doing surprises like that anymore or ever, and my boyfriend has learned that he does not like those kinds of surprises either. I spent,,,, so much time apologising,,,, I am so sorry,,,, I dont think i can ever look his brother in the face again why did i do that stupid ahh shit

Gloomy Samurai ~ 2 hr. ago ~ lol what kind of idiot wouldn't realise when they're being jerked off

Quiet_Fronts ~ 2 hr. ago ~ OP what kind of man have you found yourself that you could crank his hog for that long and he still wouldn't know user181231 OP ~ 2 hr.ago ~ My man

[lazy-active-me]

I wanted to discover the world with you, that was my dream. I wanted to one day have a tiny cute house at the beach with you, that was the other goal. I wanted to grow with you. Support you and stay young with you. I wanted to be intimate with you, in the sense of being vulnerable together and face things together. Not in the sense of I just want to fuck your brains out. I would have been fine without that, even though I would be tempted. I love your creative soul and joyful nature, but I do understand the pain and misery aswell and love that you can feel that way. I love your friendly nature and your openness to many things and your ability to learn. And I know that some things are simply in your nature. I thought in some ways I am a bit of what you lacked. Just as you were that for me. I guess that is why we worked so well during the first few years. But I guess you felt like you could not trust me anymore or were not able to deal with your feelings. I wish I could have been the one who is there with you. I was actually… well all in all… You triggered in me my old feelings over time and instead of growing together. You grew towards another direction, one where I was not a part anymore. I know you will grow strong… My last wish for you, will be that you are able to communicate those feelings better in your coming relationships with friends and loved ones. So that things don’t repeat themselves. For you know… You know I love you, truly. And that I chose you always, but I know I can not make you love me back. I can not make you choose me. I would fight for you, any day. But I won’t fight for being chosen, or the one that you choose. Dream well.

" Vermilion Lakes " //© Jude Allen

[ofstarsandvibranium]

My Sweetheart: Part 8

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You purchase a vintage sweetheart bracelet from an antique store and with it, comes the spirit of the woman who owned it. Through her, you go on an interesting journey to find out what happened to her old lover.

Series Masterlist

Volunteer interest, donations, and overall support for the animal shelter had increased immensely thanks to Kamala and America posting a cute TikTok that showcases the animals and the work you do.

Due to their respective missions, each Avenger has been coming in sporadically throughout the duration of their volunteer committment. You can't fault them, obviously. The entire world (and galaxy) heavily rely on them to keep everyone safe. You'd feel like a total asshole if you got upset for them not fulfilling their required hours.

You suppose that's why Kamala and America decided to make the TikToks. To bring awareness and because maybe they felt bad for a majority of the older Avengers for not keeping up.

Regardless, you definitely have had your hands full lately. You've been coming in earlier and leaving later since you want to make sure you've finished everything that needed to be finished.

Bucky had continuously been coming to the shelter often to help out and spend time with Alpine, but he'd been gone all week. You can see the toll it's taken on the poor white kitten.

You've made sure to spend as much time with him as possible to make up for Bucky's absence.

Like now, he's currently sleeping in your hoodie as you're going through the volunteer applications that just keep coming in.

As you scroll through them, someone knocks at your office door.

"Come in," you say just loud enough for them to hear but not loud enough to wake up Al.

The door swings open and Bucky pops his head in, "Hi," he gives an awkward wave.

"Hi!" you exclaim excitedly and immediately apologize to a startled Alpine, "I'm so sorry, buddy!"

Bucky's eyes twinkle as soon as he spots the white cat, "There's my favorite bud!"

Alpine immediately climbs out of your hoodie and onto your desk, meowing up a storm, as if scolding Bucky for being away.

Bucky chuckles and immediately scratches the cat behind his ear, "I know. I'm sorry I've been gone for so long, Al. I missed you too," he says fondly as Alpine nuzzles against Bucky's metal arm.

He then looks up at you, "How's it going?"

You sigh, "Been super busy. Did you just come back?"

He nods, "Yeah. Decided to stop by here on my way home. Dot causin' you any trouble?"

You snort, "No. She's been helping me, actually. We've gotten an influx of volunteer applications, donations, sponsors, it's become overwhelming and I've gotten a little frazzled by it all."

"Frazzled? You? I can't imagine," he says jokingly and you roll your eyes.

"Shut up. Anyway, I've just been a mess and Dot's just been helping me remember things or show me where I've misplaced stuff. I think we've gotten a good rhythm going lately."

The chair on the other side of your desk moves to Bucky, nudging at his side, "The hell?" he looks down at it and then around, "Whatcha need, Dot?"

The chair moves again and you giggle, "I think she wants you to sit down. Honestly, I agree, you look dead on your feet."

He frowns at you, "Gee thanks," he plops himself into the chair and Alpine immediately hops into his lap. The cat purs as he settles, nuzzling against the metal hand petting him.

"Things go okay with whatever mission you were on?" you ask, bringing your attention back to the applications because there was no way you'd get them done if you continued watching the handsome super soldier melt over a cat.

He lets out a tired sigh, "As good as it can be, I guess."

The exhaustion in his voice made you pause. You look away from your computer and clear your throat, "I know we're not...close, Bucky, but if you wanna talk or anything, I'm here."

"It's fine. Just...I'm kind of just getting tired of it all. I want to retire, but also I don't know what I'd do once I do. I-I feel like all I'm good for is fighting."

You can't help but scoff, "That's bullshit."

He looks at you with offense, "Excuse me?"

"Sorry, but that's not true at all. You're not just good for fighting. You're a sweet and helpful person, Bucky. I mean, hell, you've been coming here to help a lot more than your other colleagues. Sure, it's mainly to see Alpine, but you also help around too. I appreciate the effort you've been putting in. Also, considering everything you've gone through, I definitely think you deserve to retire. It's clearly taken a toll on you."

He groans, running a hand through his cropped hair in frustration, "I know, I know. I just-what the hell do I do once I retire?"

You shrug, "Figure it out. Travel, meet people, go do all the things you've always wanted to do."

Bucky just sits there, slumped in the chair, petting Alpine while he thinks.

He tries to think of what he wanted before he was shipped out to war. He wanted to marry, have kids, live a simple life.

Does he even deserve that after everything he's done?

He glances at you, and sees that you've gone back to working on your computer. He sits there in silence, watching you, mulling over what you said to him as well as he wants in life.

"Hm. Maybe it would be good to finally have some rest."

"Definitely good. Give your body and skin some rest. You're starting to look your actual age," you say with a smirk and it makes Bucky laugh.

"Fair enough," he grunts as he stands, Alpine in his arms, "While I'm here, need help with anything?"

You shake your head, "Go home and rest, Bucky," you give him a sincere smile.

He nods, placing Al onto your desk, "Yes, ma'am." Giving Alpine one last scratch behind the ear, he says his good-bye, "I'll see you both tomorrow, bright and early."

"We'll be here," you give him a wave and watch as he exits your office.

_____________________

Behind the veil, Dot watched your interaction with Bucky. You two have definitely gotten more comfortable with each other. And with Bucky opening up to you like that, Dot can only hope this means that Bucky is close to being ready to actually be in a relationship and live a happy, normal (as normal as it can be for him) life.

Her plan might actually be working now.

[spiced-honeynash]

Something I'd like to point out is that Malevolent really is teaching us one of the greatest self-defense tactics.

Go for their eyes.

[sieglinde-freud]

oh im obsessed with this actually… who ever wrote this one i am kissing u on the forehead and hugging you real tight… inigo is such a loverboy im kkkhhhhhhijnsdnfng

[scare-ard--sleigh]

yeah if you read the g*iman allegations and are still quibbling over how this is "hard" for you as a fan and you wanna separate art from the artist, i do not have space for you in my life.

[keelanrosa]

terfs when a study shows literally anything positive about trans people/transitioning: 'hm i think this requires some fact-checking. Were those researchers REALLY unbiased? Because if they were biased this doesn't count and if they weren't knowingly biased they probably were unconsciously biased, woke media affects so much these days. Have there been any other studies on this? Because if there haven't been this could be an outlier and if there have been and they all agree that's a bit odd, why aren't there any outliers, and if there have been and any disagree we really won't know the truth until we very thoroughly analyze them all, will we? Were there enough subjects for a good sample size? Did every single subject involved stay involved through the whole study because if they didn't we should be sure nothing shady was going on resulting in people dropping out. Are we 110% sure all the subjects were fully honest and at no point were embarrassed or afraid to admit they didn't love transitioning to the people in charge of their transition? Are we 110% sure none of the subjects were manipulated into thinking they were happy with their transition? In fact we should double-check what they think with their parents, because if the subjects and their parents disagree it's probably because they've been manipulated but their cis parents have not and are very unbiased. How many autistic subjects were there because if there weren't enough then this doesn't really study the overlap between autistic and trans and if there were too many then we just don't know enough about what causes that overlap to be sure this study really explains being trans and isn't just about being autistic. How many AFAB subjects were there because if there weren't enough this is just another example of prioritizing AMAB people and ignoring the different struggles of girls and women and if there were too many how do we know sexism didn't affect the results. Was the study double-blinded? We all know double-blinded is the most reliable so if this one wasn't that's a point against it even if the thesis literally physically could not be double-blinded. Look i'm not being transphobic, i want what's best for trans people! Really! But as a person who is not trans and therefore objective in a way they cannot possibly be, i just think we should only take into account Good Science here. You want to be following science and not being manipulated or experimented upon by something unscientific, right?'

terfs when they see a study of 45 subjects so old it predates modern criteria for gender dysphoria and basically uses 'idk her parents think she's too butch', run by a guy who practiced conversion therapy, 'confirmed' by a guy who treated the significant portion of subjects who didn't follow up as all desisting, definitely in the category of 'physically cannot double-blind this', completely contradicted by multiple other studies done on actual transgender subjects, but can be kinda cited as evidence against transitioning if you ignore everything else about it: 'oOOH SEE THIS IS WHAT WE'RE TALKIN BOUT. SCIENCE. Just good ol' unbiased thorough analysis. I see absolutely no reason to dig any deeper on this and if you think it's wrong you're the one being unscientific. It's really a shame you've been so thoroughly brainwashed by the trans agenda and can't even accept science when you see it. Maybe now that someone has finally uncovered this long-lost study from 1985, we can make some actual progress on the whole trans problem.'

[sallykie]

I've decided. I don't like the HTTYD movie sequels' xenophobia era. I don't think the themes should have gone that way.

[sureuncertainty]

if i have to see one more post about disney from people who don't work here or at least live in the area i'm gonna lose it

[hitsuyou-fukaketsu]

oohhh royal knight in training subaru and prince hokke oohhghh