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gffa · 8 months

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I would like to say I've slowed down a bit on BATFAMILY fic over the last month, but that's kind of a lie because fandom has put out some absolute banger longer fics and I've been reading a lot of comics (can you believe how many comics I've been enjoying?? I have never felt so spoiled for choice!), so I still feel like I'm inhaling everything as fast as I can go and it's GREAT. It's a constant stream of crying about fictional characters in canon, crying about fictional characters in sad fic scenarios, crying about fictional characters in happy fic scenarios, and crying about fictional characters because other people care about our babies, too. Also, I have decided I no longer have a Dick Grayson Problem that you must all suffer through to get some variety in the recs, but instead I have a Dick Grayson Solution. You're all welcome. But I'll mix it up a bit just for you guys, so hopefully you find something fun to read no matter your fave and have a good time, because this fandom has been knocking it out of the park with the fic that has given me a good time, READ AND CRY WITH ME, OKAY. BATFAM FIC RECS - BABY DICK IS THE CUTEST FERAL ROBIN I'M NOT HEARING ANY ARGUMENTS: ✦ Grounded by WingFeathers, dick & bruce & clark & wally & ma kent & pa kent & background clark/bruce & cast, 60.4k In the early days of the Justice League, Bruce is out more and more frequently on League missions, and Dick (age 13) is growing more and more restless and lonely stuck at home. His friends can't know he's Robin, and there are no superheroes Dick's age--or so he thinks, until Bruce receives a call from Barry, desperately seeking mentorship advice. Dick asks to meet the Flash's new sidekick, but Bruce refuses; a fight ensues, ending in Dick getting grounded. One week in Gotham off patrol, and then two weeks alone, far from Gotham... at a little family farm in Smallville, Kansas. And hey, if a certain Midwestern speedster sidekick just so happens to turn up, that'd be just fine. Or would it?

✦ trust in serum by deargalileo, dick & bruce & alfred & clark, 15.7k "I believe the serum is a mixture of chemicals that compels the target to be completely honest, even against their own will." "You got hit with a truth serum?" Bruce winced as Dick's voice reached a high pitch. "Really?!" "Yes, really."

✦ Storge by CKBookish, dick & bruce & alfred, 5.4k “Your dad must have his hands full with you.” Elizabeth Ribbons leaned forward and patted Dick’s shoulder, as he reached for yet another slice of cheesecake from a passing waiter’s tray. Bruce fixed his eyes on the ice sculpture that hid him from view. It suddenly seemed like the most interesting design in the world. The soft lines of the ice on the otherwise insignificant over sized swan seemed like a lead shield... Because Dick would read it easily in his expression. He wanted to be Dick’s dad. But he wasn’t.

✦ Robin Wings by JeanjacketCarf, dick & clark & bruce & cast, 3.4k Clark wakes in a panic, unsure what has jarred him from his sleep. Until he notices Robin's absence from Batman's side.

✦ Hey! He Attempted a Coup! by PandasandDucks13, dick & bruce & clark & justice league & cast, 6.8k wip What if Dick Grayson was a Kryptonian?

✦ grief mosaic by newsical, dick & bruce & alfred & leslie, 1.3k Grief paints Dick’s days in muted shades of red and yellow and green. He grows to expect sleepless nights and sweat-drenched sheets. In turn, he finds late night companions in Alfred, with his old movies and stories, and Bruce, who wears the colors of his own grief to prevent its spread to others. Dr. Thompkins writes a letter to Bruce diagnosing Dick with PTSD.

✦ before this ends by emavee, dick & bruce, 2.5k Mr. Wayne would definitely be angry if he knew what Dick was planning, but it’s not as if Dick is going to be here long anyway. Might as well take the opportunity to fly one last time, while he still has the chance.

✦ A Light at the End of the Tunnel by dizarys, dick & bruce & alfred, 1.6k Maybe the parenting and grieving books he skimmed the highlights from last week–and Alfred–were right. Why else would Dick have approached their newest case with such ferocity and determination? At first, Bruce chalked it up to empathy. Seeing another child crying after his parents were murdered was something Batman and Robin could relate to.

✦ Last Night of Sadness by gothamshero (emhyr), dick & bruce & slade & william cobb, 6.1k Dick Grayson has to take liberties when he’s a civilian, but he still knows when he’s being followed.

✦ Starlings in Winter by FromStarstuff, dick & bruce & clark & cast, 18k wip When Dick was eleven years old he ran away from Gotham. No one could quite figure out why. Take your pick; there was a fight at school, a circus in town, and a song he can’t remember the melody of. Eleven-year-old Dick Grayson was flooded with grief, swimming in it, perpetually drowning. One day it was too much.

✦ What Defines A Father by Browniesarethebest, dick & bruce & justice league & cast, 7.7k wip Batman hasn't known the newly formed Justice League long enough to trust them, but he's willing to put everything on the line when the one thing he cares for most is taken somewhere he can't easily follow.

✦ Stolen Son by springfox (dallystrings), dick & bruce & cast, 8.6k Bruce’s heartbeat sped up, but he leveled his breathing to remain clear headed. After another thirty seconds he abandoned the cart and walked briskly through the store, searching every row in a growing panic. “Dick?” he called, “Dick, can you hear me? Where are you, chum?”

BATFAM FIC RECS - ADULT BATSON AND BATDAD ARE MY KRYPTONITE, I FOLD LIKE WET CARDBOARD FOR THEM: ✦ Learning Experience by strikeyourcolors, dick & bruce, 2.3k "Does it ever get easier?" Dick asks. Bruce isn't technically old enough to be his father biologically, but those deep blue eyes are looking at him as a child beseeching a parent. "Some nights I feel like I can't do this anymore, Bruce. I can't be Nightwing."

✦ Rainbow Puppies by zombiesbecrazy, dick & bruce, 2.4k Bruce really wanted to hate Pamela Isley right now, but all that he could focus on was how much he admired the way she passionately fought for her beliefs and how he could applaud her application of her educational background into practical endeavors to her cause, however misguided. Being hit with one of Ivy's toxins has Bruce babbling like a fool.

✦ the business of the very few by dustorange, dick & bruce, 4.2k “I was trying,” Bruce says, “to respect your privacy.”

✦ notches in the door frame by dizarys, dick & bruce, 2.1k Bruce hadn't been prepared for his days or nights to feel so empty. And he wasn't sure how to interact with the young man before him now. Because Robin didn't need Batman anymore. --- A patrol gone wrong forces Bruce and Dick to finally talk about Robin becoming Nightwing and feelings they'd been avoiding.

✦ No Comfort in the Shade by mx_chrx99, dick & bruce, 3.4k Dick Grayson is having a hard time and Bruce is there to help.

✦ The Long Distance by takadainmate, dick & bruce, 1.2k Down here they're not Batman and Nightwing. They’re Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson. But they still fight.

BATFAM FIC RECS - EVERYBODY LOVES DICK: ✦ tender will fall by dizarys, dick & bruce & donna & jason & cast, 3.5k When the Titans are devastated in an attack, they go to Batman in a last ditch effort to rescue one of their own.

✦ the hardest part by emavee, dick & bruce & jason & tim & damian & cass, no powers au, 5.8k Dick is dreading his eighteenth birthday and everything that it means for him as a foster kid. His time with his family is running out, and he needs to be prepared for what comes next, to be on his own again.

✦ 5 Times Dick Grayson Was Grateful for His Insomnia + 1 Time He Wasn't by avengemyheart, dick & bruce & jason & tim & damian & alfred & wally, 5.7k Dick can't sleep, but that's a good thing. He finds himself helping the people he cares about late at night throughout the years. Eventually though, everyone realizes just how intense his insomnia can get. Or: A 5 +1 thing about Dick's insomnia.

✦ A Darker Shade of Gotham by JackHawksmoor, dick & bruce & tim & alfred, 8.3k wip Dick and Tim are stuck in a crappy alternate universe where most of the heroes they know are dead, Bruce Wayne's bad health meant he never became Batman, and Tony Zucco runs Gotham City's underworld. When Dick is shot by the mob, they take a risk and go to Bruce for help. Alternate Bruce didn't have children, but as he gets to know Dick and Tim, he starts wishing he did.

✦ leave as though fire burns under your feet by perissologist, dick & bruce & jason & tim & damian & cast, read the tags, 33k That glow is gone, now. Gone from Dick’s skin, gone from inside him. It used to shine out of him, out of all the cracks the world put in him. But now Bruce looks down at him, and he is as dark and cold as a snuffed star. That’s what gets to him the most—not how cold the morgue is under its colorless fluorescent lighting, or the cloying smell of formaldehyde that clogs his throat. It’s how still Dick is, on the cold, sterile surface of the examiner’s table. It’s unnatural. The boy never learned how to sit still.

✦ papers say it's doomsday by dottie_dc (dottie_wan_kenobi), dick & bruce & donna & cast, 2.5k Half-laughing at his own joke, Nightwing starts to say, “He just doesn’t—” In the space of one word, one breath, and the next—the world ends.

✦ Ibn al Xu'ffasch by hellsreluctantheir, dick & bruce & damian & jason & cast, 16.2k Batman when they’d thought Bruce was dead was one kettle of fish. Batman when the original Batman was around was another. In his head, Robin—perched on a gargoyle next to him—tutted like an eighty-year-old, and rolled his eyes like the kid he was.

BATFAM FIC RECS - BATKIDS ALL HAVE MANY SIBLINGS AND THEY'RE ALL PETTY ASSHOLES AND/OR WONDERFUL BABIES AND I LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE BEING: ✦ our aspirations are wrapped up in books by theragingstorm, damian & barbara & cast, 1.8k Damian's been confined to bed rest. Someone unexpected helps him.

✦ remind me why I'm here again? by dizarys, bruce & dick & jason & tim & damian & cass & bernard(/tim), 3.5k Jason's at a Wayne gala. He doesn't want to be. Good thing his siblings are there too. "Were we mean?" Dick mused, "Or just being big brothers?" "He's holding your hoodie hostage." "You're right. We went too easy on him."

✦ put away childish things by bittlebarnes (monroesherlock), dick & damian & clark & jon & barbara & ma kent, 7.2k "I was sent here as a punishment, surely," Damian deadpans. "Are you feeling punished?" Martha sounds like she’s laughing at him. Unacceptable. "Absolutely."

✦ a hero by hellsreluctantheir, bruce & dick & jason, 15.5k Dick Grayson died in Amusement Mile. Four years later, Jason Todd is Robin. But he's not dressed in the costume when he hears about a new player in Crime Alley; a man in a red helmet.

✦ Improvise A Symphony by cabezas_de_vaca, bruce & dick & alfred & cast, 5.5k Or: three generations of Wayne and Wayne-adjucacent men do their absolute best.

✦ The Second Stage by nightwalker, tim & jason & bruce & dick & damian, 8.2k All Tim wants is to take a shower, get something to eat, and try to wear off the effects of Ivy's stupid pollen in peace. So of course tonight is the night Jason decides to start acting like a brother.

BATFAM FIC RECS - I CUT MY TEETH ON DICK & TIM AS CLOSE BROTHERS AND NO ONE WILL NOT TAKE IT FROM ME: ✦ Red Letter Day by silverwhittlingknife, dick & tim & damian & cast, 41.8k wip Dick Grayson, stressed pseudo-parent to a preteen assassin, tries to solve the case of Damian’s Mysterious Wednesday. He never expected it to help him fix his relationship with Tim, too. (... Though only after everything fell apart first.)

✦ I know it's just a number but you're the eighth wonder by orphan_account, dick & tim, 1.2k Dick gets sick. Set before their lives implode on them, so Dick’s Nightwing and Tim’s still an itty bitty Robin.

✦ it's been a long time now (i'm with you) by centreoftheselights, dick & tim, 1.8k Tim has been noticing some strange things about his life. He isn't the only one.

✦ Little Do You Know by sardonic_sprite, dick & tim & ra's, 2.2k "So," Tim said quietly. "You're here to break me out I guess." "Yes," came out in a choked sob. "Then you're wasting your time."

✦ pain/release by unchosenone, dick & tim, 4k Dick goes to check on a wayward brother in the middle of yet another Gotham Toxin (TM), and Tim has a bad time.

✦ I'd Fly Far Away From Here by Sohotthateveryonedied, dick & tim & jack, 3.5k Tim stacks his fries onto his burger patty in a crosshatch, covering every spare inch in a layer of salty potato and grease. “It all happened kind of fast. Dad and I got into this huge fight, and it’s not very dignified to go back upstairs for my wallet and then storm out.” Dick is quiet while he eats his sandwich, trying to figure this out. “Dick?” “I’m just—trying to think if I should call Bruce first or your dad.”

✦ A Collective End to a Harmony by 061828, dick & tim, 1.2k A drop of water falls into an ocean, a house’s wooden skeleton has its last nail screwed into place, an old book’s first page finally crumbles off, and Tim Drake turns twenty years old.

✦ young numb and broken by wingedgrace, dick & tim & cast, read the tags, 1.1k His bare feet were covered in cold, damp sand, and he could barely feel them. Well, he could feel them, but they didn’t seem to be connected to his body. Or maybe it was him that wasn’t connected to his body. (or: poor Dick Grayson needs some love and a chance to catch his breath.)

✦ there's an endless road to rediscover by Zahri, dick & tim & cast, 1.2k Sometimes the only way to show that you've moved on and forgiven each other is to take a flying tackle from the ceiling. Dick and Tim know each other's demonstrations of affection. Damian doesn't.

✦ spread your wings by wingedgrace, dick & tim & cast, 2.1k “Why did you give Robin to Damian?” Dick pinched his nose. He’d started to pick up some of Batman’s habits, whether he realized it or not. “Tim, we’re not talking about this again. We’re talking about how you’re off on this… quest, to prove that Bruce is still alive. And I just want to talk. Come home.” Tim didn’t budge. “Why did you give Robin to Damian?”

BATFAM FIC RECS - DICK/BABS FOREVER AND YOU CAN SHUT IT IF YOU DISAGREE, THEY'RE ADORABLE TOGETHER: ✦ Taking Turns by mx_chrx99, dick/babs, 2.3k Tim had practically begged Dick to get a flu shot. He probably should've listened.

✦ The Summer of Her Discontent by dotfic, dick/babs, 7.8k Batgirl contends with her feelings after Dick leaves Gotham.

✦ Thirteen Hours by dotfic, dick/babs, 7.9k Set during "Knight Time," during their trip to Romania, Dick and Babs start healing some old wounds.

✦ The Night the Lights Went out in Gotham by dotfic, dick/babs & bruce & tim & jim & cast, 13.8k "When it comes to emotions, even great heroes can be idiotic."-from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

✦ Regular People by zombiesbecrazy, dick/babs, 1.6k All sorts of people can enjoy a good sunrise over the city after a long night. Why should heroes of Gotham be any different?

✦ strawberry milkshakes by brandywine421, dick/babs & bruce, 2.8k Why is Bruce bringing Dick? It's not an emergency alert, or medical - just an alert. She should have put in her comm - if it was a simple pit stop they had safehouses, but - Batman dangles Dick's keys in her direction at the door but she's glad he didn't come through the window. She looks past him to catch Dick's attention and - something's wrong.

BATFAM FIC RECS - I WILL DIE ON THE HILL THAT TIM DRAKE'S TRUE LOVE INTEREST IS CONNER KENT AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME, NOT EVEN GOD: ✦ Stay for breakfast and also forever by Ididloveyou_once, tim/kon & bruce, 2k Conner turns up in the middle of the night after a mission gone wrong. Tim learns that seeing Conner cry makes him feel like his heart has been torn out of his chest.

✦ Think Cupid, But Aim Lower by NevernightUnderRainbows, tim/kon & bruce & cassie & bart, 2.3k Or, the Batfamily will make sure Tim gets his guy, even if it entails a lot of beating around the bush, dropping hints so veiled that they can be misconstrued surprisingly easily, and basically giving the bird and his clone boy a headache in the process

✦ The Once and Future Bat by LilliputianDuckling, tim/kon & some kon/cassie & dick & roy & martha & anita & cast, 16k Tim realizes it was a mistake to clone Conner when he ends up with a baby on his hands at sixteen years old. Well, Jackie's his now. Where does he go from here?

✦ there you were by mindshelter, tim/kon & cassie & bart & martha, 19.5k wip “You know, the cool thing about me,” Tim says, voice gone quiet and petal-soft, “is that even when I didn’t care whether I lived or not, I was pretty goddamn hard to kill.” Kon sighs, eyes glued to his feet. His hand is still encircled around Tim’s arm, trailing up to the bend of his elbow.

✦ time flies by by Laroyena, tim/kon & clark & jon & lex, 6.5k Jon Kent is Superboy. Tim's gut instinct tells him that's wrong. (Timkon fix-it where reboot!Tim misses Kon like a phantom limb. And then he gets him back.)

✦ Tangled by thewhitestag, tim/kon, NSFW, 4.1k Kon doesn’t want to be that person, always waiting, wondering if the next time will be more than just two friends messing around.

✦ you put your arms around me and i'm home by merils, tim/kon, 4.5k Kon's acting a little odd after a close call. Tim ponders the potential causes.

BATFAM FIC RECS - TAKE THE ANGST DIAL, TURN IT UP TO ELEVEN, AND BREAK THE KNOB OFF, THAT'S WHAT I'M HERE FOR: ✦ Bereft by glassofwater, dick & bruce & cast, 4.7k Laying on his back, shoulder brushing up against debris, Dick closes his eyes briefly. He doesn’t want to die, has no intention to do so tonight, but he is scared. The blood on his side pumps out of him with each thump of his heart, beating at a rate too fast for Dick to properly count. That shouldn’t be right, he shouldn’t even be awake and struggling at the moment, but the luck that hangs over Gotham is a mysterious one; it doesn’t favor anyone and yet…

✦ fun and games by prismatical, bruce & dick & jason & tim & barbara & stephanie & duke & cast, 78.6k The Joker's loose, and the Batman isn't in Gotham. The family struggles to hold itself together as everything else spins out of control.

✦ Bone Weary by TheSilencer, bruce & dick & jason & tim & damian & cass & steph & duke, 8.1k "You cannot reach out until you reach in." Dick assumed the words were metaphorical. They weren't. Or Dick Grayson is cursed, and the cure is not any better.

✦ What These Hands Have Done by WinterSky101, bruce & dick & jason & tim & damian & cass & steph & alfred & cast, 14k Dick is mind controlled into attacking his family. Unsurprisingly, he takes the whole thing very badly.

✦ All The Small Things by Geeves, dick & bruce & damian & cast, 20.1k After Bruce's return to the Bat, Dick and Damian have to deal with just being brothers, but things are just a bit too messy to be that easy

✦ All Our Broken Parts by mx_chrx99, bruce & dick & jason & dick/babs & cast, 28.1k wip Jason will not let this happen again. He can't. But what if he's already too late?

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #barbara gordon #conner kent #dickbabs #timkon #fic recs #batman fic recs #long post

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spoilergodwins · 5 months

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Pureza é diferente de inocência. Pureza significa estar ciente das tentações e armadilhas que existem em nossa cultura, mas escolher andar de acordo com o padrão de Deus. Não é uma ignorância da sexualidade e da tentação; é uma maturidade para fazer as escolhas certas, mesmo vivendo em uma cultura perversa.

Leslie Ludy

#deus #jesus #amor #evangelho #frases #biblia #spoilergodwins

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1dpreferencesbr · 6 months

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Imagine com Harry Styles

Happy Halloween

N/A: Obrigado anon por esse pedido MA-RA-VI-LHO-SO! Espero que tenha ficado do jeito que você queria!

Avisos: Conteúdo sexual explicito, linguagem de baixo calão, +18

Diálogos: Eu vou te foder tão bem que você vai esquecer daquele idiota

Contagem de palavras: +/- 2,350

Virei o quarto shot de tequila sentindo o líquido queimar minha garganta. Suspirei fundo enquanto observava a multidão de pessoas bêbadas dançando e cantando, vestidas com as mais diversas fantasias. Esse tipo de festa costumava ser rotina antes, agora já não parecia me atrair tanto assim.

Pedi mais uma bebida ao barman, esperando que se talvez bebesse o suficiente conseguisse me divertir pelo menos um pouco. A máscara que cobria mais da metade do meu rosto já estava coçando, mas eu não poderia me dar ao luxo de tirá-la se não quisesse estar estampado em todas as matérias de fofoca na manhã seguinte.

Forcei um sorriso para uma garota que piscava um olho, a fantasia curta não deixava nada para a imaginação.

O tipo de mulher que o Harry de anos atrás com certeza ficaria mais do que feliz em ver, mas o Harry de agora apenas se sente indiferente.

— Com licença. — A voz feminina chamou a minha atenção.

Me dirigindo um sorriso educado, a garota à minha frente parecia se sentir tão deslocada quanto eu.

— Sim?

— Você já pediu? — Confirmei com a cabeça, sem entender ainda qual tipo de aproximação era essa que ela estava usando. Geralmente as garotas que chegavam em mim tendiam a ser mais descaradas. — Você pode abrir espaço então? — Sorriu novamente, apontando para o bar atrás de mim.

Me sentindo um idiota por estar bloqueando a passagem, me desculpei e dei um passo para o lado. Não consegui ouvir o pedido que ela fez, mas não consegui deixar de sorrir quando a vi pegando o celular na bolsa para pagar e uma foto minha ser o fundo de tela.

Uma fã.

Mas ela certamente não me reconheceu, já que não disse nada sobre isso.

Observei com divertimento a careta que ela fez quando virou o líquido transparente e chupou a lasca de limão.

— Você está sozinha? — Perguntei, fazendo-a me olhar com surpresa e então negar com a cabeça. Uma pintadinha de decepção me atingiu.

— Vim com a minha amiga. — Apontou para outra garota, que agora era quase engolida por um cara em meio à pista de dança.

— Acho que você está precisando de companhia agora — Brinquei, mas no fundo torcendo que ela aceitasse.

— Você é uma boa companhia? — Provocou de volta.

— Você pode avaliar no final da noite, senhorita… — Estendi uma das mãos cobertas pelas luvas pretas, à espera de que ela revelasse seu nome.

— S/N. — Disse segurando a minha mão.

— Harry. — Ergui a mão pequena até os meus lábios, onde deixei um beijinho. Um tom de vermelho tomou suas bochechas e ela desviou o rosto para esconder o sorriso que se formava na boca bonita. Adorável. — Sua amiga parece estar se divertindo. — Brinquei.

— Era para ser a nossa primeira noite em muito tempo, mas ela encontrou alguém interessante.

— Você também. — Pisquei um olho, o que a fez rir alto. — Vocês não se veem com frequência? — O sorriso da garota se desfez, e eu imaginei ter dito alguma merda. — Desculpe, não quero ser intrometido, eu só…

— Relaxa. — Sorriu, colocando uma mão sobre meu ombro coberto pela capa. — Meu ex era um babaca, e achava Leslie uma má influência.

— Azar o dele.

— Sorte a sua. — Ela disse algo em português.

— Desculpe, não entendi.

— Ah, eu me confundi. — Sorriu de lado. — As vezes acabo trocando os idiomas, sou brasileira.

Parece que valeu a pena vir a esta festa, afinal.

Depois de mais alguns shots, nós dois estávamos mais do que bêbados. Mas ainda assim, não conseguia tirar os meus olhos da quase desconhecida. A versão bêbada de S/N conseguia ser muito bonita. Seus olhos ficavam um pouco caídos, como se estivesse com sono, as bochechas mais vermelhas e o sorriso solto. Ela embolava as palavras, às vezes se confundindo e falando em português, cantava sem vergonha nenhuma quando gostava de alguma música e dançava de forma desajeitada.

A vontade de beijar aquela boca tão convidativa era quase incontrolável. Estava ficando louco, imaginando se seu gosto era tão bom quanto eu esperava.

— Quer ir lá fora tomar um ar? — Ofereci quando mais uma música finalizou. A garota assentiu e nós desviamos dos outros até chegar ao lado de fora.

Haviam poucas pessoas naquela parte da festa, apenas alguns casais procurando por um lugar para trocar uns amassos e alguns fumantes aqui e ali.

— Nossa, está realmente quente lá dentro. — Ela disse usando uma das mãos para abanar o rosto.

— Aqui fora também. — Falei baixo. A garota prendeu o lábio inferior entre os dentes, demonstrando que concordava com a minha afirmação.

Tomando coragem, como se fosse um adolescente, levei uma das mãos até sua nuca. Me aproximei lentamente, para dar a ela a oportunidade de recusar se assim quisesse.

Mas S/N fechou os olhos e suspirou em expectativa, arrancando de mim cada mínima partícula de calma e consciência.

Grudei minha boca contra a dela com fome, sendo recebido de bom grado. A garota partiu os lábios, dando espaço para que eu pudesse aprofundar o contato ainda mais. Empurrei minha língua contra a dela, explorando cada canto novo.

Os suspiros e gemidos baixos que escapavam de sua boca para a minha eram a perdição, me levando diretamente para a insanidade.

A calça de couro preto da fantasia era agora apertada demais, o calor completamente insuportável.

— Quer sair daqui? — Sussurrei contra a sua boca, agradecendo aos céus quando ela acenou que sim com a cabeça.

O tempo pareceu se arrastar mais do que o normal nos dez minutos que levaram para pegar um carro de aplicativo e chegar ao hotel.

Ela parecia tão desesperada quanto eu, pois assim que entramos no quarto, atacou minha boca com vontade.

Ainda imerso no beijo, arranquei a máscara, jogando-a em algum canto. Enfiei os dedos entre os cabelos compridos, empurrando-a com cuidado em direção à cama. Meu coração batia forte com a adrenalina, completamente enlouquecido.

Baixei as mãos até as fitas que fechavam sua fantasia de pirata, em frente ao busto, sendo obrigado a quebrar o beijo quando não consegui desfazer o nó.

— Ai meu Deus. — Ela disse surpresa. — Você é…

Merda, esqueci desse detalhe.

— Harry. — Respondi, com receio de que ela fosse embora.

— Meu deus. — Sussurrou, colocando a mão na própria testa e dando dois passos para trás, sentando na cama.

— Desculpe não ter dito antes, geralmente as pessoas fazem um escândalo. — Cocei a nuca, envergonhado. — Se você quiser ir embora, vou entender.

— Você quer que eu vá embora?

— Não teria trago você se quisesse. — Curvei meu corpo para ficar na altura do seu rosto. S/N pareceu refletir por alguns segundos, e para o meu alívio, enlaçou os braços em volta do meu pescoço, me puxando para mais um beijo.

S/N’s pov

Era loucura. Total e completa loucura.

Se alguém me dissesse que no final da festa em que eu sequer queria ia estaria na cama do meu maior ídolo, diria para essa pessoa ir á um psiquiatra com urgência.

Mas aqui estou eu, completamente dominada por Harry Styles, em um quarto de hotel.

É uma cena digna de fanfic, mas ao mesmo tempo, real demais para ser um sonho.

Erguendo o tronco, ele se livrou da parte de cima da fantasia de Batman, revelando cada uma das tatuagens que eu conhecia de cor pelas fotos.

Matando o desejo de anos, passei a mão pelos gominhos definidos da barriga, observando o sorriso sacana que se abriu em seus lábios e afundou as covinhas nas bochechas.

Com as mãos enormes, ele abriu o laço do corpete da minha fantasia, deixando à mostra o sutiã tomara que caia sem graça.

Deitei na cama, sentindo minhas bochechas aquecerem e meu coração bater forte.

Harry devia estar acostumado com todo o tipo de mulher gostosa, e eu não deixava de me sentir um pouco insegura.

Não transava com um cara diferente de Chase há anos, e na maioria das vezes não era tão bom.

— Está tudo bem? — Ele perguntou, me tirando do devaneio.

— Está, é que… — Respirei fundo. — a última pessoa com quem eu…

— Você quer parar? — Neguei rápido, seria louca se quisesse. Harry deitou o corpo sobre o meu, deixando um beijo longo em minha boca e trilhando um caminho enlouquecedor com a língua até minha orelha. — Vou te foder tão bem que você vai se esquecer desse idiota. — Prometeu, me deixando completamente arrepiada e ainda mais molhada.

Deixando beijos e mordidas pelo meu pescoço e colo, Harry subiu a mão pelas minhas coxas, apertando a minha pele com vontade até ultrapassar a barra da saia. Joguei a cabeça para trás quando os dedos longos acariciaram minha intimidade por cima da calcinha.

— Tão molhada. — Ele sussurrou, friccionando os dedos e me fazendo suspirar.

Como se não pudesse aguentar mais, Harry colou a boca contra a minha em mais um beijo aterrador, enquanto a mão arrastava minha calcinha para o lado. Sem aviso, ele penetrou dois dedos, engolindo com desejo meus gemidos.

Talvez a falta de sexo me deixasse ainda mais sensível, ou talvez ele fosse bom demais no que estava fazendo.

Segurei em seus ombros, tentando me apoiar para não me perder em meio à insanidade. Mas o polegar que começou a fazer movimentos circulares em volta do meu clitóris foram a minha ruína.

Com os olhos verdes cravados aos meus, Harry ergueu os dedos encharcados com o meu orgasmo e sorveu com gosto.

Ignorando o lado tímido que sempre me acometeu nesses momentos, enlacei as pernas em sua cintura, jogando o corpo musculoso contra o colchão.

Tracei um caminho com a ponta da língua, guardando na lembrança cada mínimo suspiro que escapava dele.

Abri a calça de couro, puxando-a pelas pernas e jogando-a para trás. A cueca preta se mostrava apertada demais tamanha era a excitação. Fiz um carinho por cima do tecido, observando a pequena mancha de lubrificação que se formava.

— Isso é tortura. — Ele sussurrou entre dentes.

Sem conter meu sorriso, puxei a barra da cueca até que libertasse o pau duro como pedra. Coloquei a língua para fora, saboreando o meu novo sabor favorito.

Harry gemeu alto e apertou os olhos quando o segurei pela base e suguei a glande avermelhada. Era grande demais para colocar inteiro na boca, então o levei até onde dava, até que batesse contra a minha garganta e usando a mão para acariciar contra o resto.

Soltando uma dúzia de palavrões que seus fãs nem deviam imaginar que ele seria capaz de proferir, Harry levou uma das mãos à minha cabeça, e empurrou o corpo contra mim, indo ainda mais fundo e me fazendo engasgar.

As lágrimas se formavam nos cantos dos meus olhos, mas eu não iria parar. Deixei a saliva escorrer, umedecendo tudo e deixando ainda mais fácil a sua entrada.

— Porra, linda. — Disse quase sem ar e me puxando para cima. — Eu preciso foder você, agora. — Declarou.

Harry esticou o corpo pela cama, pegando uma carteira na mesinha de cabeceira, de onde tirou um preservativo. Depois de se certificar que estava bem colocado, ele pulou na cama, ficando de joelhos e me jogando de bruços.

Empinei a bunda, ansiosa. Mas fui surpreendida por uma lambida longa que passeou por toda a extensão da minha intimidade, chegando até minha segunda entrada. Enfiei a cabeça contra um dos travesseiros, gemendo alto ao sentir um dos seus dedos penetrar o lugar nunca antes tocado. Não sabia que aquela parte poderia ser tão sensível, mas era como o céu.

Harry se ergueu novamente, sem tirar o dedo de mim. Me encarando com um sorriso diabólico ele cuspiu no próprio pau e enfiou de uma vez na minha boceta, soltando um palavrão antes de pegar impulso e se empurrar contra mim de novo.

Com a mão livre, ele segurava minha cintura, dando sustentação para o meu corpo, entrando e saindo com força.

Estava pronta para gozar de novo, murmurando coisas incoerentes e quase chorando de tanto prazer.

— Não goza ainda. — Disse em um tom mandão que nunca mais sairia da minha mente.

— Está… bom… demais. — Ronronar entre as estocadas.

— Se você gozar, vai sentar no meu pau até eu dizer chega. — Ameaçou, entrando ainda mais fundo.

Empinei ainda mais, dando liberdade para que ele fizesse o que quisesse. O orgasmo me atingiu com tanta força que não consegui conter os gritos que escaparam da minha boca, pela primeira vez em toda a minha vida, esguichando meu prazer.

Harry deixou um tapa ardido na minha bunda, entrando e saindo com ainda mais força, me fazendo ver estrelas.

— Caralho! — Gritou, deixando o corpo cair sobre o meu. Podia sentir seu pau sofrer espasmos dentro de mim enquanto ele gemia com a boca contra a minha nuca.

Virei de barriga para cima quando Harry deitou ao meu lado, com o peito subindo e descendo. A excitação ainda estava presente, mas a timidez já começava a se pronunciar. Encarei a mancha molhada que produzi, chocada.

— Me desculpa, eu… — Tentei falar, sendo calada por um beijo doce e lento.

— Você vai mesmo se desculpar por gozar? — Perguntou com divertimento, colocando uma mecha do meu cabelo atrás da orelha. Sorri com o comentário, pois realmente parecia absurdo. — Quer tomar um banho? — Ofereceu. — Vou pedir alguma coisa para a gente comer.

— Na verdade, preciso avisar Leslie de onde estou, ela deve estar preocupada. — Falei lembrando que não havia dito nada a minha amiga quando saí da festa.

— Ou ela deve estar se divertindo tanto quanto a gente. — Sugeriu com um sorriso.

— Eu duvido.

— Por quê?

— Eu duvido que ela vá conseguir superar o nosso divertimento. — Encarei o lençol, evitando olhá-lo, mas Harry ergueu meu rosto, me beijando mais uma vez.

— O que quer comer? — Disse se levantando e pegando o celular no bolso da calça que estava no chão.

— Qualquer coisa.

— Pizza? — Acenei com a cabeça. — Você precisa repôr as energias. — Murmurou, digitando rápido e jogando o celular ao meu lado na cama antes de se curvar para ficar com o rosto na frente do meu. — Eu estava falando sério, você não vai sair desse quarto até eu dizer. — Mordeu meu ombro, me fazendo rir.

— Mal posso esperar. — Falei com sinceridade.

Com certeza, a noite mais louca da minha vida. Talvez a melhor também.

#oneshot #lari #harry1s #lary #imagine #harry styles one shot #imagine one direction #harry styles #harrystyles #harry imagine #harry1d #one shot 1d #harry styles smut

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pls expand more on the rehabilitationist v abolitionist dispute comment!

as a preface of sorts: this post is written with marxist theory of criminology in mind, and i relate to many concepts that stem from it. i consider batman as a series to be one of the most politically inclined texts when it comes to superhero comics as a whole, so imo it is imperative that it introduces many different outlooks on the topic of jurisprudence. and it is an approach that used to be pretty popular.

btw. if anything is unclear in terms of theory –– ask.

okay so, to answer the question: there's so much that contributed to this stray thought, and i think i hinted at a lot of it before on this blog, but let me just dump some of my thoughts in a disorganized manner... (maybe one day i will write about it in a more coherent way):

batman as the title needs an actual genuine counterweight to bruce's worldview, one that does not target the no-kill rule. enough with the no-kill discourse, really, i think in many ways it's almost... a detail, and i think the fixation on that detail leads to watering down the whole dilemma. (especially that bruce did not always treat is as a complete dogma and i preferred it that way.) what is more interesting i believe, is that bruce is a rehabilitationist – despite his vigilante work, he is dedicated to the idea of the legal system being a viable solution to crime. and, what is even more important, in his mind, crime is equal to a moral failure. i talked about it at length in my post about eoc, but let me just copy the relevant fragment in here:

bruce, while obviously caring, is still bound by his belief in the legal system and deontological norms. he is benevolent, but he is also ultimately morally committed to the idea of a legal system and thus frames criminals as failing to meet these moral (legal-adjacent) standards (even when he recognizes it is a result of their circumstances). in other words, he might think that a criminal is a good person despite leading a life of crime.

and of course, criminals need to be "corrected" and rehabilitated in order to be able to function in society again. the deviant behavior has to be eliminated.

i don't doubt that at the time when it was introduced, bruce's rehabilitationist philosophy was a radical one when compared with the prevailing popularity of the concept of retributive justice. but in the year of our lord 2023? the view that you can simply "fix" the system by aiding it in some ways is not radical at all. the system in question was mostly built around sustaining that corruption as a goal. and there are (or used to be) some characters, like leslie, who are “vigilante-critical” (among others) because of that reason.

enter jay. jay is very much in a position that makes it clear that the law is not usually on the side of the poor and marginalized. of course, he is only an ~11 year old, so of course he has no language to express most of these worries; he probably does not know anything about the rehabilitationist vs retributive vs reperative justice in a theoretical sense anyway. i doubt he knows that abolition exists as a concept; he might be well-read, but probably not in these categories. but he has certain intuitions; intuitions that i already talked about in the earlier mentioned eoc post. and these intuitions are that crime does not define morality. he does not consider himself wrong for stealing; he is not conflicted about willis being a criminal and grieves him easily; there’s no word of him being resentful to dealers. he has his own idea of justice that seems to be very much affected by his trouble with authority, the intention behind the crime, and perceived harm (this is imo one of the reasons he takes issue with ma gunn specifically). i think this setup is something that could lead to him taking an abolitionist point of view later on, since he seems frustrated with the label of “crime.”

obviously, at this point, jason’s disinterest in crime as something to contempt is seen as a problem (both by the editorial and in-universe); a problem that has to be fixed. and within his tenure of robin, we see him “learning” to ascribe to bruce’s moral code; which makes sense, because he is a kid, and because he trusts bruce. and so, i think his perception in this period does shift to accommodate the rehabilitationist outlook.

the garzonas’ incident, jay’s growing cynicism at the end of his robin run, and the red hood era altogether might suggest that jason, disappointed in the limits of this approach actively takes to the retributive standpoint instead. it’s def true insofar that the writers are not politically educated enough to understand the nuance that (imo) should naturally arise in his storyline. for example: the particular caveat in garzonas’ case is the position of power that felipe occupies and that grants him immunity. bruce, naturally, looks for the ways to bring justice by exploring other legal paths to solve the issue. jay goes with it despite being visibly unhappy. and i think this gets us to the core of the issue which is power and the system– the fact that the system is simply built to make it difficult to incarnate the higher-ups. diplomatic immunity exists for a reason, sure, but the fact that it allows people to get away with wrong-doing is not a side-effect; it's the goal. and so, felipe garzonas cannot be deemed a criminal, but willis and even jay at age of 11 were. the pattern repeats when it comes to the joker, who later uses diplomatic immunity to exploit the role to continue fucking with bruce. so the issue is not that the system does not work. the issue is that the system was built not to work.

another tangent: of course, you may note that the concept of the separation of powers (the judge, the jury, and the executioner) that bruce is so fond of is supposed to remedy the problem of the abuse of power. and it is, without a doubt, something necessary within the democratic system. still, i believe jason quoting arendt explains why he doesn't care for it in the slightest; in the man who stopped laughing #8 jay says: “you familiar with hannah arendt’s concept of schreibtischtäter? desk murderers? it’s people who use the state to kill for them, so they don’t have to get their hands dirty. you should read up on it. i think you’d find it very relatable.” arendt's work emerged in a very specific context, but jay makes it into something more definitive; a trait of the penal system as a whole; you can bring as many people into the workings of the justice system as you want to; but ultimately, most of them will act in the interest of authority, without a second thought (this also explains why he considers that making decisions on who lives and dies yourself is better than blindly following the rule of law.) (<- btw it links very well with the idea of autonomy as a predisposition to be moral since you need it to be an active member of the society. anarchists such as wolff have written lots of that.)

i'd say all of this leads us to the point where jason has great potential to come to the conclusion that abolition is the way to go. the ones in power will not get punished within that framework anyway, and the ones at the "bottom" of the socioeconomic ladder remain victims of it. months, months ago i had anons arguing with me, saying that comicbook characters don't have to be so socially aware and that even people irl rarely are; and i am also willing to indulge the narrative and say that jason is terribly confused regarding it all for now, because of how his childhood went and as a result of his personal trauma. nevertheless, characters are often vessels for ideas, especially in titles like batman; and bruce, for example, is allowed to have a developed a sound ideology on jurisprudence. why not jason? especially that all the motivations are there; the setup is there too. that's just another great incentive to actually make use of his origin story.

an extra disclaimer is that abolition is not the answer to all and that it requires so many reforms on all levels... and i don't think jay would be satiated with the mere idea of restorative justice that usually accompanies it, because that still leaves us with the problem of those in power maintaining it and (in the fictional context) supervillains (who very often do occupy those spaces) prevailing... but you know. abolition is very compatible with general revolutionary principles. who says he can't kill in that name if retiring is not a way to go (though my preferred timeline would include retirement for jay at least for a while... but i digress!)

to conclude, i think it's a conflict much needed not just for the sake of any progression of batman in terms of philosophy, but also because the ways jason was initially introduced (even pre-crisis) suggested that he was supposed to grow to be critical of bruce even as robin, while being on good terms with him too. and that's definitely a kind of dispute that is much more productive and nuanced than just going back to the no-kill rule over and over and over again when the source of it is much more interesting.

i hope you got anything out of my rambling. i rest my case for now:)

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Sick Boys (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: There’s nothing a father wouldn’t do for his sons

Tagging: @sebsxphia @nobody7102 @rhettabbotts @lt-bradshaw @fridamoss

Rhett felt the phone in his back pocket vibrating, thinking it was you, his mother or Royal, his hand fidgeting and feeling hopelessly for the phone that was practically glued to his buttcheek. When he looked at the screen, he was a little unnerved to find that it was the school calling.

“Hello?”

“Hi, yes is this Rhett Abbott?” a woman’s voice enquired.

“Yes ma’am,” Rhett answered.

“Hi Mr. Abbott, this is Leslie Powers calling from the Amelia County Steiner School, I have Tatum and Tanner both down here in the nurse’s office,” the woman explained. “Is there any chance that you or their mother could come and get them?”

“I’ll be down in fifteen,” Rhett answered before he hung up.

As soon as he hung up, Rhett rode straight back to the barn and stabled the horse before heading for the truck and dialing your number on the way out.

“Rhett?” you asked once you picked up. “Rhett? Everything ok?”

“Yeah I gotta go get the boys,” Rhett told you. “They’re in the nurse’s office.”

“Oh my God! Is everything ok?”

“My guess is they knocked heads playing with Desmond and Colt or something,” Rhett explained as he drove. “I dunno why, all I’m seein is them puking their guts up. You still at work?”

“Yeah and I can’t leave my students,” you explained. “We’re out on the trail.”

“No worries Darlin I’m grabbing them to see what the damage is,” Rhett told you. “Ya’ll mind messagin Ma and Dad?”

“Not at all baby, stay safe.”

Rhett gave a hasty reply before hanging up and taking the shortcut along the backroads before he pulled up to the school where your kids and Amy all attended. Rhett made his way in, checking in at the front desk before he found his way to the nurse’s office where Tatum and Tanner were both sitting on a little bench, both of them coughing like Royal after he had finished smoking a foot long Cuban cigar.

“I’m so sorry about this Rhett,” Leslie apologized. “They started coughing and it’s just a nasty, wet mess.”

“Hey no worries,” Rhett assured her. “Kids are gonna get sick one way or another.”

Leslie handed off the boys backpacks before Rhett scooped them both up and brought them both to the truck, buckling them into their carseats before that awful wet hacking started again.

“Alright my little troublemakers,” he told them. “Ya’ll are going straight to a doctor.”

Rhett drove straight to the walk-in clinic where Pete, a close family friend of yours, had his practice. The minute he saw Rhett walking in with the boys, he didn’t even bat an eye. He told Rhett to go straight to the room at the back.

“Alright Rhett, what happened this time?” Pete asked him.

“Boys are sick,” Rhett answered. “Nasty wet coughs that just won’t stop.”

Pete took a closer look at the both of them, listening to two sets of lungs and in total disbelief at how plugged up both of the boys were. “Yep,” Pete concluded. “Probably the worst case of bronchitis I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh fuck me,” Rhett groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You know the drill,” Pete told him. “Antibiotics for ten days, both of them and plenty of hot steam.”

Rhett sighed, gathered up the boys and headed for home, definitely not looking forward to the next ten days.

As soon as he got home, Rhett unloaded the boys, who by this point were crying and coughing from how sick they were. Cecelia had met him on the porch, taking Tanner right into her arms and patting his back to get the mucous out.

“Oh my God,” she remarked when he started coughing. “Even you and Perry wouldn’t get it this bad when you were their age.”

“I feel awful Ma,” Rhett said, gently rocking Tatum on his hip and rubbing his back. “They’re still small little guys and I can’t take the sickness outta them.”

“Here,” Cecelia said. “Ya’ll c’mon in. (Y/n)’s due home soon but I think we can pull it together.”

And pull it together they did. Cecelia hauled out her old medicine book, full of old school remedies passed down from her mother. Rhett stuck both boys in a hot bath, letting them breathe in the steam until Cecelia had him take them out and stick them in their plaid button-down pjs, Tatum in navy blue and Tanner in red.

“Here,” Cecelia told Rhett. “Keep their shirts unbuttoned hand have’em lay down on the bed. I’ve got Vick’s in the medicine cabinet.”

Rhett brought Tatum and Tanner both into your shared bedroom, laying them both down before slathering it all over their backs and all over their little chests. The hacking subsided, but their poor little faces were both red with tendrils of blonde hair stuck to them.

As soon as both boys were buttoned back up, Rhett began piling on the blankets, including the quilt Cecelia had made for your wedding. “Daddy, I don’t feel good,” Tatum croaked as he stood up and hugged his father.

“I know buddy, I know,” Rhett murmured, patting his son’s back. “You’re gonna get better soon.”

He laid Tatum back down on his back, pushing his son’s blonde hair out of his face and kissing his forehead before crawling in between them. Tatum and Tanner scooted a bit closer, resting their heads on Rhett’s chest, just like they used to when they were babies. Soon, they were snoring away, the wetness in their lungs still audible, even as Rhett turned his gaze to the door to find you standing there with a blush in your cheeks.

“How’d it go Daddy?” you teased.

“They’re asleep,” Rhett answered. “Probably will be for a few hours.”

You kissed his forehead and his cheeks, still taking in the sight of your boys all snuggled into their father. “What?” Rhett chuckled when he saw the look on your face.

You giggled a little bit.

“Darlin c’mon, I know that look,” Rhett teased, his smile growing broader.

“You wanna have another one?” you asked him.

“Let’s make sure these two are better first,” Rhett answered. “Then we’ll talk.”

You kissed his lips before fixing the quilt and scooting in to snuggle with your boys, all of you drifting off to sleep and safe from the world outside.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

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