☁️ mainly bnha - but some criminal minds and haikyuu thoughts have been brewing
☁️ fluff, angst, evenutally smut...
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the consistent journey that pretty much every Robin/batkid goes on, starting from ‘holy fuck i can be a vigilante!!! i love Batman!! this is magic!! i can do flips off tall buildings and kick people in the face and continue the greatest legacy on this planet!!’ to ‘Bruce i am so fucking tired.’ is genuinely so funny to me. i know Bruce is sick of not being listened to. he tells these goddamn kids over and over again that it’s not fun, it’s a curse, your sleep schedule will be fucked and you’ll never be relaxed again, please don’t get the wrong idea; and every damn time these kids are like :DDD CAPES AND ACROBATICS AND COOL DETECTIVE STUFF!! and then a week later they’re on a stakeout in the rain and it’s 2AM and they’ve been beaten up every night that week and the kid will go ‘B this fucking sucks why the fuck did you let us do this we’re literally just children-‘ and Bruce will go fucking geriatric.
it should have been a thing when Damian brought up the idea of quitting Robin and he pulled Bruce aside like ‘look please don’t get mad i know you won’t be happy about this, but i just don’t think this is what i want for the rest of my life, again please don’t get mad, i am my own person and it’s my life so i need you to respect my wishes here Father.’ that Bruce just stared at him really indignant for a while and then incredulously started yelling like what do you MEAN don’t get mad. i didn’t give you Robin?!?! i specifically DIDN’T give you Robin?! and then you went behind my back to get Dick to give it to you?!?! what??
like it’s the equivalent of having a toddler with you in a restaurant and you tell them Do Not Fucking Try The Wasabi. it is Spicy. and then kid eats a lump of wasabi out of spite and starts crying and now you’re the bad guy because the kid is suffering and somehow it’s your fault. 'you're supposed to take the wasabi away from them, Bruce' YOU TRY TAKING STUFF AWAY FROM THESE KIDS. SEE WHAT FUCKING HAPPENS.
this poor man has been under the thumb of his many children for so long and i just know he’s so tired of it all.
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the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself
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Any good story needs an ending. Any good story needs an ending!! Any good story needs and ending!!! To make a point you need a period, not a comma!!!!!
fwb!bakugou katsuki with an anxious attachment style means he gets paranoid when you go radio silent on him after the first time you guys cuddle after sex.
it had been a few seconds since bakugou had knocked on your door, but to him it felt like a lifetime. his mind spun and he couldn't tell if his thoughts stemmed from paranoia or reasonable truth. why hadn't you texted him? it wasn’t like you two had a strict routine or anything, but after everything that had happened last night—how you two had stayed together, cuddling as you fell asleep—he couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between you two.
every other night, you've been in and out of his apartment and always leaving within ten minutes. but last night, something different finally happened. he couldn’t explain it, but it felt right to be lying there with you, sharing your warmth and hearing the steady rhythm of your breathing as you fell asleep. he could still feel the weight of you in his arms and how you fit against him so perfectly like you were meant to be there.
then when he woke up, you were gone. not a call or even a text from you. his heart squeezed painfully at the thought of it and he found himself racking his brain with the worst possible scenarios. maybe it had been too much. crossing that boundary had been the mistake. he started thinking that you probably saw the first sign of intimacy between you two as a signal that this arrangement had to end. you probably regretted it and the mere thought of that terrified him.
so here he was, standing at your door, hands tense by his sides while hoping he wasn’t about to hear something he wasn’t ready to face.
when you finally opened the door, your eyes were slightly puffy and your hair was pulled up in a messy bun. the faint glow of a desk lamp illuminated your room behind you, casting a dull shadow over your tired face. his eyes moved to the scattered textbooks on your desk and the open laptop displaying your remaining assignments.
“bakugou?” you blinked in confusion, “what are you doing here?”
“i—uh…” bakugou started, caught off guard by the sight of you. you were wearing those loose pajamas that he secretly found adorable, “can i come in?”
you didn’t hesitate, stepping aside to let him into your room. the moment he entered, he made a beeline for your bed and sat down while you stood across from him, crossing your arms over your chest absentmindedly.
his eyes stayed on you as he tried to gather his words. “did uh, something happen?” he finally blurted, his voice rough as always, but the worry in his tone was clear, “you didn’t text me after… last night.”
you let out a soft sigh and explained, “i’ve been buried in assignments, bakugou. aizawa’s been on my ass and i just haven’t had the time to check my phone.”
he exhaled deeply, the tension in his shoulders easing as you spoke. he’d convinced himself he’d lost you, but hearing that explanation made everything feel weirdly better. “so, no… nothing’s wrong?” he hated how nervous he sounded, but he couldn’t help it. this arrangement you both have meant more to him than he was willing to admit and the thought of losing it scared the hell out of him.
you raised an eyebrow, taking a moment before saying, “we can talk about last night tomorrow if you want. for now, you could… sleep over.”
the relief that washed over him was almost overwhelming. he hadn’t realized how much the silence had been eating at him until now. you weren’t breaking things off. you were just distracted, which was probably what he should’ve assumed in the first place. but he couldn’t stop thinking that maybe—just maybe—he had crossed a line he wasn’t supposed to.
for the rest of the night, you sat at your desk, buried in your work. meanwhile, he watched you from the bed with his arm supporting his head.
you worked in comfortable silence. only the sound of your focused typing and the occasional shuffle of papers filling the space between you two. he couldn't help but appreciate the view, watching you get lost in your assignments. despite how complicated this arrangement felt sometimes, he loved the fact that he was the only one who ever got to see you like this and no one else.
bakugou’s mind had finally been quiet for the first time all day.
time passed and eventually, you closed your laptop and crawled into bed. without saying anything, you curled up under the blanket, pulling it tightly around you. bakugou hesitated for a second before sliding in behind you, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. he buried his face into the back of your neck, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and the softness of your skin.
he felt the tension leave his body as he held you. there was still an annoying part of him that wondered what you really thought of him. if you felt the same or if you didn’t. if this was all just temporary to you. but the other part of him that refused to let go of his pride was content just being here with you even if nothing between you was official.
you shifted slightly in his arms, making him tighten his hold on you. none of this is what he had expected when he first got into this arrangement with you, but right now, it was enough having you in his arm. and maybe, he could keep pretending that it always would be.
conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 84 (masterpost here)
*connecting ping*
Tim: hey Jay, i'm coming up behind you, what's up?
Jason: shh, i'm busy.
*boots against stone*
Tim: what are we doing? *a beat* is that Damian?
Jason: yeah he's working with Dick tonight. Dick's inside the warehouse.
Tim: ...why are you watching him like a creepy stalker?
Jason: i dunno. just been... introspective, lately.
Tim, jokily: about how being a teen dad ruined your life?
*smacking sound*
Tim: *yelps* ow??
Jason: shut up.
Tim: ok, well about what then?
Jason: i dunno. you know how people say that they get to the same age as their mom was when they were born, and then have a mental breakdown because they couldn't imagine for the life of them being in charge of a human baby?
Tim: ...yeah?
Jason: yeah. well. i dunno. Day's fourteen now. he's only a couple months older than i was when i died.
Tim: oh, and it's making you think about how young you were when it happened?
Jason: *considering noise* ehh, not really. i'm just- just- just look at him down there. all small. a clear child.
Tim, bland: he's the same height as me.
Jason: and you're weird and small so my point still stands.
Tim: *slightly irritated* mhm. what's your point?
Jason: just...
*a beat*
Jason: can you fucking imagine him going through airport security by himself?
*slight pause*
Tim, now amused: sorry, what?
Jason: i was fucking barely fourteen, and i was just waltzing through that airport with no supervision, passport and boarding pass to Ethiopia in hand, not a care in the world. could you imagine Damian doing that by himself at his age?!?
Tim: *snort* i- i mean, no. i guess times have changed, i don't actually think he'd be allowed to fly by himself.
Jason: -and to Ethiopia-! a country he's never been to before, no guide or place to stay, nobody waiting to show him around--he's so fucking young!
Tim: Jay, you know he's not going to Ethiopia by himself, right? that was you.
Jason: -BUT COULD YOU FUCKING IMAGINE?!?!?
Tim, placating: yea- ok, ok you're right, it would be wild. but it's fine because he's not going to need to go anywhere by himself. he has you to hold his passport, right? he'll never have to go through airport security by himself in his life if he doesn't want to.
Jason: i got a taxi to the airport--i just full on got into a car with a stranger- i took a NAP on the way there. with a STRANGER in the car.
Tim: i mean isn't that how you got adopted in the first place-
Jason: HE'S SO FUCKING YOUNG-
Tim, morbidly curious: dude are you tearing up?
Jason: i haven't slept in three days.
Tim: oh my god.
*connecting ping*
Bruce: ok i don't know what's happening with you all over there but can you knock it off? i'm supposed to be working with the Justice League tonight, why is Damian texting me telling me to 'tell your other children to stop crying at me from rooftops like i can't fucking see them'.
Jason: shit we've been got-
Tim: for the record Jason is the only one crying.
Bruce, tiredly: just stop harassing your little brother.
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I literally went looking for this tweet bc I have never felt it more in my life than I did today. doing everything differently and doing it wrong. as I say the correct way to do it out loud. repeatedly. and point.
To be clear, THIS is how nights of the future should be lit
This is bat friendly street lighting, which not only looks sick as fuck but allows bats to pass through without disturbance, as they cannot see red.
orange and especially white lights deter bats and prevent them from reaching feeding grounds at nighttime. Please if you can, write to your local council and encourage red street lights!!!!
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