#this got really long really fast

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girl across the street with mikey berzatto on valentine’s day?👀does he finally make a move and buy her flowers?

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I WAS JUST THINKING AB THIS YESTERDAY YOU MIND READER!!!!!

Mickey Berzatto & The Girl Across the Street

Mikey isn’t used to having to deal with Valentine’s day, but when Richie starts mumbling about having to get something for Tiff, he freezes. What the hell is he supposed to do?

They’re not…together, not really. Sure, he visits basically every night, even just for a couple minutes, and they text eachother dumb pictures from across the street, but he only had her number cause him and Richie had shown up drunk off their asses again and she was concerned they’d get run over or something. It’s under the contact ‘Hot Pizza Girl 🔥’ courtesy of the alcohol, he’s just never gotten around to changing it.

That’s obviously the only reason she’d want it, for emergencies, anyways. Not for any other reason. She definitely wasn’t about to give in and hound Richie for it or anything.

The point being, neither of them know what they’re doing, but Mikey really doesn’t know. She just doesn’t care all that much.

He doesn’t even know what to get her! He knows she likes the weird bands she’s got t-shirts for, and she likes all kinds of movies and TV shows that run on for too long. Likes reading a lot too, but the last time he asked what the book she was reading was about she started rambling about cannibals and he stopped asking after that. He knows she used to skateboard as a teenager and was forced to stop after she broke her left ankle in four places but still keeps up with the culture stuff, and that she smokes Newports.

He knows a lot about her, just nothing useful for Valentine’s Day. He’s grumbling around The Beef the rest of the day, hand resting against his forehead and pulling at his hair while he sits at the counter (where Richie usually is, but he was having a smoke) until his phone vibrates with a message.

Hot Pizza Girl 🔥

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It’s blurry from her shitty phone, just shaky enough that he knows she was laughing to herself while she took it, and he can barely tell it’s him through all the fuzziness.

He shakes his head at her like he always does and sends one of those selfies older men do with a mean mug and some kind of hand gesture.

Mikey (Beef 💪)

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You wanna see me so bad just tell me, don’t have to zoom in so much.

She sends back something else, sassing him into walking across the street. He’s already half way there when she sends it.

He opens the door, listening to the little bell go off but there isn’t much need for it, she’s still at the front counter she took the picture from. They go about each other the way they always do, lovesick grins and playful arguments. He doesn’t even realize how late it’s gotten until he catches a peak out the big front windows over her shoulder and everything’s been coated in dusk.

Up to anything Friday? He tries to play it off like it’s nothing, and she notices, but lets him get away with it. She’s doodling on a piece of scrap cardboard, leaning against the metal table they always find themselves at, and shrugs.

Work. She mumbles, Like every other Friday.

She doesn’t ask why he wants to know, and he just nods with a grunt. Fuck. He hadn’t even thought about that, they both work the day of, he couldn’t even offer to take her somewhere. It just kept getting harder and harder. He slips out the door soon after when the rush starts to pick up, yelling out a promise of seeing her tomorrow.

With no other option, he’s forced to go to basically the only married man he knows. Not that Richie’s much help. Really, all he said was to get flowers. What kinda fuckin’ flowers, Cousin? Roses almost fit her except they’re too boring but everything else he could find just wasn’t her at all.

Friday rolls around too fast. Mikey eventually decided on a couple things, with absolutely no help from Richie.

She’s got a tattoo on her upper arm that she’s got this habit of rubbing up and down when she starts rambling. He’d only seen peaks at it until the last time he and Richie dropped in, and she plopped down in the booth next to him. Mikey snuck his hand under her sleeve, thick fingers tracing the shapes of cartoon bats over a yellow moon.

I just like bats, y’know? She shrugged. They’re fuckin’ sick. She sounds as cool as she always does, as she is, and he just wants to hear her keep talking and if it’s what it takes, he’ll ask as many dumb questions as he has to for one more sentence. And she really likes these fucking bats, too. Knows everything.

He thinks about her every time the sky goes dark now, every time he sees a flock of wings flying over the moon, so he got her a bat stuffed animal. It’s a good one too, Sug approved. He called her to ask where to find good flowers, went to the expensive florist and everything. He’s still got no clue what kinda flowers they are, but they’re black, and dark red, a couple white, some look like the roses he liked and others are long and dangly and there’s these feathery ones too, all kinds of fancy shit- he really did try his best. Even remembered their conversation from months ago, about how she used to love Lego’s as a kid and picked out one of those pretty flower sets, too.

He was gonna do what he does every day and waltz across the street, but then Tina came into the office to ask him something and saw everything. She hadn’t meant to pick at him but she called him a sweet lover boy and brushed her hand over his blushing cheek. Then Richie saw it, and he did mean to pick on him, and called him a pussy.

Mikey didn’t mean to, but he was nervous about a girl for the first time in his fucking life, and just kept putting it off. He was going to go when he always does, when everyone else is doing prep, while he leaves all of his responsibilities for her, but then he was actually doing his prep, and then it was rush hour, and then he fought with Richie about something dumb and it was dark, and she was alone across the street and he was still so fucking nervous.

Not that Mikey knew, but she was staring at her phone in between every tossed dough, typing and deleting and retyping text messages after he didn’t show up earlier on.

The crew, they always did family before the rush (basically as soon as Mikey gets back from her), but sometimes on holidays that were small enough that the world kept turning and nothing shut down, everyone would sit down after they closed with a couple extra invited people.

Apparently, unbeknownst to Mikey, everyone had decided to do it for Valentine’s this year. They told him just as he was about to try and slip out, too. Even Sug and this dumbass guy she was seeing showed up, so did Tina’s son and the Fak’s always came to everything so of course they were there.

Mikey was so mad. He was so fucking mad, he just grumbled around in the back while everyone else was making family and laughing in the dining room, didn’t even go outside for a smoke. Didn’t want to see her all lonely across the street. No one was a stranger to his somewhat…erratic behavior at times, so it wasn’t questioned until Richie started gossiping, practically screaming that, Mikey’s a love sick fool for the enemy. How he was, Pussy whipped for a girl he ain’t even kissed yet!

Mikey’s yelling for Richie to come help for a second, but really he just pulls into the office and yells at him through clenched teeth about spreading his business around. He really didn’t care, hell, he’d shout it from the rooftops himself if she was right here with him, but it’s fucking Valentine’s day, and she isn’t right here, she’s across the street, leaning against the counter like she always is and he didn’t even get to fucking see her. It didn’t help that Richie was just being an asshole. But before Richie can tell him to back off, that he was just joking the front door swings open, and the dining room goes quiet. Tina’s stuttering through apologies, trying to tell whoever it is that they aren’t open.

Oh, no, sorry, I was just- is Mikey still here? He freezes when he hears her. She’s never been to The Beef, never even crossed the street, Mikey didn’t want to make her walk. Plus, he knew she didn’t like crowds all that much but now she was here in a room full of unknown people, asking for him. He’s never heard her voice that way, that quiet, or hesitant. It’s always just the two of them, and she’s all herself, even more so with Richie.

Tina’s clearly realized who it is, and is about to send her back to him before Mikey comes barreling out of the office. His eyes are wide, glistening a little and he steps into the dining room for the first time that night.

Hey, it’s all he can get out, and it’s breathless. Her hairs down, and just a little longer than he thought. She’s so perfect, the best thing he’s ever seen and here she is, with everyone else he loves.

Everyone else? Fuck, man, love?

He doesn’t have time to think about that, not when she smiles at him, grinning up through long eyelashes, and now the rest of her is back. It’s just the two of them now, even in the room full of people, and she’s shoving a small box towards him.

Got you somethin’, she mutters, crossing her arms and folding up into her shoulders when he takes it. Didn’t know you were eatin’ or nothin’, thought you’d be hungry.

The room had gone back to their conversations, but when Mikey opens the pizza box and laughs louder than they’d heard in a long, long time, everything else fizzles away.

Oh, Sweetheart, and he shakes his head the way he always does, gazing back up for the messily heart-shaped pizza and the note hidden on the top part of the cardboard, her pretty handwriting, the kind of pretty that other girls in elementary school would’ve been jealous of, asking him, ‘Be My Valentine?’

She’s still smiling at him, all pretty and shy, hiding laughter behind her hand and Mikey’s got no clue how he managed to grab ahold of her, but he can see exactly why she’s got him. He lets the box land on the closest table with a thud, and pulls her into his warm, strong hold. They can’t stop laughing, and she’s looking up at him, this time her chins against his chest and Mikey’s pretty sure she’s gonna kill him, is this a no? She finally gets out.

No, no, his hands, all big and comforting like the rest of him wrap around the base of her neck pulling her back just enough to look at her better. It’ll always be yes, baby, yeah. Always.

That’s a big promise there, Mikey, her hands are gliding up to hold over his for barely a second before they rush over the rest of his arms and rest near the crease of his elbows. Sugs somewhere close, near enough that Mikey can hear her awing and cooing with Tiff, but with his girl right here, everything else is all muffled.

He wants to tell her he plans to keep that promise, but all he does is grin down at her for a minute, holding her close before he picks his pizza up off the table. It was his favorite too, little bit of extra sauce, well done, pepperoni and bacon. She never made it for him cause she wanted to steal a slice and bacon made her stomach hurt. C’mere, his hands are nudging her hips now, tilting his head towards the back, got somethin’ for you.

They disappear into the back and Richie’s immediately making fun on them, but Tina’s shaking her head across the table while Tiff and Sug tell him off.

You didn’t have to get me nothin, she tells him, looking down at their tangled fingers from behind him.

‘Course I did, he insists and pulls her back into his side, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. What kinda guy would I be if I didn’t get my Valentine somethin’?

She pushes him a little, but there’s nothing behind it so Mikey just grins some more and opens the office door for her. His hands are following behind her, warm and calloused fingertips brushing on her back.

Mikey, she stops and looks back at him when she sees it all laid out on his cramped desk, on top of all the scattered papers. He nudges her forward again.

What, you don’t like it? Thats the dumbest question she’s ever heard, so she doesn’t even answer it. She picks the bat up first, obviously, cradling it like it’s the most precious thing on Earth and falls against Mikey’s chest.

You didn’t have to do all this, it’s muttered into him and so soft, and she’s still so perfect, he can’t imagine not doing it. Mikey’s speechless, like they’d just met again, and hell, the way his hearts going it might be the last. He kisses her head and holds her closer. You wanna, um, she’s looking back up at him too, and he’s even more of a goner, you wanna maybe, get outta here, go to my place? He can feel the heat creeping up under her skin while she asks, it’s alright if you don’t, Mikey, everyone’s here, go eat- she tries to pull away from him but his hand slips upwards to hold her cheek in his big palm and he shakes his head no.

I eat that shit too much, ‘n I got the best pizza in the world right here, just callin’ my name, he sounds kinda stupid but it doesn’t really matter cause she’s laughing and falling back into him again.

They sneak out the back door, which Mikey’s used to doing alone on the way to see her, so it’s nice to already have her right there. He holds everything they got eachother- cause he’s a gentleman- except the bat, she won’t put it down, and in the back of his mind he’s patting himself on the back. They take his truck cause he doesn’t want to use any of her gas no matter how close she lives and her fingers tangle back up with his over the gear shift.

She puts his pizza in the air fryer but it’s lukewarm by the time they get back to it, and he eats it in on the couch, and she sits next to him, all cuddled up, basically on top of him, and she doesn’t have pants on, and this has to fucking be heaven.

He wakes up tangled in her sheets, his torso pressed against her back, and she’s sound asleep, holding onto the bat for dear life.

His phones long forgotten on the coffee table, right next to the Legos he spent all night watching her put together, with a text from Sugar, sent the night before, something about how she’s proud of him for how much better he’s been and how he better keep this one.

God, he fucking plans on it.

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[stagefoureddiediaz]

The Helena diaz of it all has me fascinated. I’ve said for a long while that Eddie’s real issues are his mommy issues and this episode just cemented for me that we’re gonna explore that and deal with it.

Because it’s Helena who forced Eddie to grow up to fast - because her husband wasn’t around much - so she pushed Eddie into de facto parent and husband role ls - selfishly filling her needs and ignoring the damage it was doing to her son (it is a form of abuse in my book).

Eddie then had the audacity to fall in love with and marry Shannon and get her pregnant. It’s why Helena was always so off with Shannon - she was punishing her. She is also punishing Eddie for all of this and his refusal to return to El Paso only cemented further her bitterness and resentment.

Now she does have Ramon back she doesn’t need Eddie any longer to fill that role so she is still punishing him and part of that is tied into her glee over now getting to parent Christopher - something she has always been intent on doing the doppelgänger just gave her the opportunity- as well as allowing her to further punish her son and his love of Shannon.

Her barbed comments about building a pool were all about showing what she can provide Christopher - how she is parenting him better than Eddie - it’s part of her mind games - making Eddie feel like more of a failure as a parent to his son.

The reality of course is that the reverse is true - Helena’s parenting is all superficial, flash and showy - it isn’t the hard day to day parenting when things get tough and you have to be the bad guy. While Eddie has made mistakes, there is nothing superficial, flash, or showy about his parenting. It’s why bucks comments about Eddie being a great dad are so important.

Eddie feel like a failure right now and that he is entirely to blame for everything. But in reality, while he does bear a bit of the responsibility, the truth of the matter is that he needs to learn and deal with the fact that all of it actually stems from Helena and her abuse of her young son - Shannon never stood a chance just like Eddie never has.

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Hanahaki comic part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Ah well they got their feelings out... now they should really have a long talk.

Sun and Moons flowers are still growing eventhough they confessed.. curious huh?

Well and the daycare is just fully trashed after their freak out... luckily y/n found them at the tail end of it or this could have gotten an absolutly heartbreaking route...

[kamabokobun]

A sculpture I made of my slug fakemon starter :]

[norigohan]

siblings au, prelude: chip becomes a dad

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FRECKLING CONTINUES.

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holy shit time flies...

[beeduoo]

wonderful

[aether-weather]

SAGESUNE MIKU >:DDD

[captainlordauditor]

Anyway.

This is the dickbabs break up scene, from Nightwing #87, in its entirely.

Sections of particular note:

Dick: She [Tarantula] doesn't even know what secret identities are for. Babs: Do you? Dick: Excuse me? Babs: Well, you have been a little on the reckless side lately, don't you think? Dick: Did you just ask me if I know what secret identities are for? Babs: showboating at the PD, letting Dick Grayson and you-know-who run around with the same injured shoulder.... Dick: Did you just ask me if I know what secret identities are for? Babs: ....body-tackling armed maniacs in public restaurants...

And

Babs: I'm tired of this, Dick. I'm tired of fighting with you to let me take care of myself, I'm tired of your relentless energy, and I'm tired of always playing "Remember when". Babs: Oh, and I'm really tired of the way you always look surprised when your ex-and/or-potential-psycho-love-interests-in-costume plant a wet one on you. Dick: Barbara, please. What did I do? I haven't seen you this angry since back when your dad got shot and I came to give you the- Babs: Don't you dare? Not one word about the past! Are you even listening to me?

It sounds to me like while Catalina kissing Dick earlier in the issue (yes, without consent, we'll get to that) was the final straw, Babs has been thinking about this for longer- I'd say at least since last issue when she had to call Alfred to force him to stay still while recovering from getting shot. That was also the issue where Babs finds he goes stir crazy if he doesn't have ways to help, and tries to invent ways to help:

And here in #85, Babs' issue with Dick dwelling on the past comes up as well, as does his recklessness:

We can plant the roots of their communication issues much further, actually - here they are in #77, a full ten issues before the break up, having what's clearly part of (actually given the timing I think it's the start of) a long running argument about secret identities:

Now, this one I'll give leeway - Dick is late, he knows he's not going to win the argument, so he ignores her. But it IS worth noting that Babs doesn't feel she's being listened to on a pretty major subject that affects both their lives.

Also going to note this little exchange in #85:

Babs: Yeah, yeah, you love me. Heard it before, hunk wonder. Can I go back to sleep now? Dick: Actually, I was gonna say I crave your touch with every fiber of my being. Babs: [skeptical expression on her face]: You were gonna say that? Dick: I was. Babs: Even remembering that I can't walk and everything, right? I mean, you're not just daydreaming about the good ol' Batgirl days? Dick: Oh, but you were so hot with that big yellow bat on your chest....

This is, in my humble opinion, a really notable exchange. Babs is expressing a very private personal insecurity - she is skeptical at the idea that her partner can desire her sexually with her disability. This is a very realistic way for Babs to feel. The problem is that instead of reassuring her, Dick responds by making a joke, reminiscing about the past (in her mind, confirming the idea that he's in love with someone she can't be anymore), and signing off. Babs is generally pretty emotionally guarded, so it makes sense that Dick might be caught off guard and unsure how to respond when she does open up (especially considering who he was raised by...) but that doesn't mean she can't be upset by exchanges like this, especially given that Dick frequently brings up a past that is now painful for her to think about.

TL;DR: Tarantula kissing Dick might have been the straw that broke the camel's back, but I really don't think it was the only reason - probably not even the main reason - Babs broke up with him. Their relationship is messy and riddled with communication issues, and that's what makes it so interesting! But Babs has a right to decide she doesn't want to keep fighting for something that's not what she wants anymore.

[mikimeiko]

Arcane | Season 1 (2021), Christian Linke and Alex Yee

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(180325) happy 5th anniversary stray kids 🎂

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Cross calm down

Nightmare talk about why he's here & then judge from there okay?, don't jump to conclusions just yet.

At least listen to what he has to say, it's the least you can do

Cross is a bit more understanding now. He won't let Nightmare off easy, but obviosly there are much more pressign matters

(also replies may be a bit slow. between the storm and me falling ill again. started this earlier but fell asleep my bad-)