#They still love each other

[toomanylesbiancouples]

Just wanna bring something up here:

Agatha never said “I liked the bad boys”. She says it in the present: I like.

The feelings are there, people. We know Rio still has feelings for Agatha for all we’ve seen in the past episodes. But this one shows us that Agatha still likes Rio too.

Hope never dies.

[albaricomics]

Nothing's new~

[binniesunderworld]

They never tire of each other

[eastsideofthemoon]

THEM❤️🖤

Bookham 4ever

[multifandominfj]

The volume in this room is EXTREMELY LOUD.

Their reconciliation is going to be SOOOO GOOD! 😏🪭

[zionanelequaso]

made this for Wallter’s burthday…

[merao-mariposa]

Something about them (Pissa/Death Duo)

Something I really like about Phil and Missa's relationship is how free they are. Don't get me wrong. Philza is just the right degree of jealous and possessive for a crow, but he is not actually suffocating, like, at all.

Phil extended his hand to Missa after his first day with Chaynne not only because it would be better to have two fathers together and get along for the egg but because... he really liked the skeleton guy, you would think that getting Philza's trust would be more difficult, more laborious and would take more time however he accepted Missa into his small circle of people easily.

Philza accepted him into his life, into his house, into his family easily and without demanding anything in return.

And the same for Missa. Platonic husbands is more of a title than a label, they don't need labels, they had a connection and accepted each other now they are family! don't need any more explanation.

I can't think of the other islanders being as understanding of Missa's work as Phil is (he's been there, done that) even if someone else had understood what it's like to work under death there would still have been a bit of resentment left in many cases (smaller depending on the person) and Missa can't blame them, he knows how difficult it must be to raise a child alone but Missa can't control his work.

Phil understands and respects it because when he invited him to be part of his life, to have a space in his nest, he did not do it with the idea of ​​keeping Missa, Phil is old and has seen people come and go, he knows better than to force them to stay when something greater claims them. Missa could just slip into Phil's life once in a while and leave just as easily and Phliza would still be fond of him because when Phil gave Missa a place in his heart he didn't give it to him like a cage; He gave it to him to bathe in the sunlight of his purple eyes, to share with this funny grim reaper guy, to have a family even if it doesn't look like the average family canons, Philza and Missa respect each other's integrity and freedom as persons, they love each other without expecting anything in return, happy to know that the other is okay because they transcend finite love of mortals who are separated by death; death unites them.

Phil and Missa are not like Pac and Fit or Cellbit and Roier, they are their own kind of relationship and that's okay.

Phil has been away for weeks or maybe even months (we know that the crow does not have good time management), his love of adventure and travel sometimes takes him away longer than he expected, when he returns his children welcome him effusively talking about how they missed him so much and it hurts Phil's heart to know that he will surely have to leave them behind again, another time simply because some places are too much for them. Missa shakes off that guilt like an old rag stating that he will always be welcome and will never hold him back from leaving if he wants to go; Missa wants him to be a free bird and would never stop him or deprive him of something intimately his.

And If Philza falls into his husband's arms murmuring how much did he miss them, how much did he miss him, it's no one's problem, if he felt Missa leave a delicate kiss on the top of his head, it's no one's problem other than him and his platonic husband.

[lex-crow]

Astrid: Me and Heather want a baby.

Hiccup: Well, that will be hard seeing as you’re both women.

Astrid:

Hiccup:

Heather:

Hiccup: Did…..

Hiccup: Did you want me too… help?

Heather: Yeah.

Astrid: You’re the only one who wasn’t immediately vetoed.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

The Black Brothers brothers love each other but they don't have the best relationship.

They were raised to be rivals. Sirius was meant to be the heir, preferred by practically all the family. Regulus was preferred by Walburga, and she always made distinction between them.

Sirius and Regulus were brothers. Sometimes they got along, sometimes they fought like dogs and cats (pun there yes). They weren't friends. Sirius would always prefer James. We have to face the truth.

The Black Sisters have a better relationship than The Black Brothers.

Bella, Andy and Cissy were more than sisters, best friends as well. That's not the case for the boys.

[ellearts]

Wait wait. Motogp moots!!! Who was that "emenies to lovers" pair?? I fogot their name

[itreference]

I feel like when Eddie and Richie started dating Eddie was just the politest guy there ever was, but once they got married he completely switched. Not like in a mean way but like in a smartass way, he started making comments on Richie's clothes or the shitty movies he picks out and Richie's like 'what. the fuck. happened.'

[xxamorxexmortexx]

No matter how much they're arguing, he still tenderly checks on Finn and makes sure he's ok. I needed that 🥹

[therealdv]

During their third year Hermione keeps disappearing and reappearing at random times, acting like nothing's happened. Harry and Ron are starting to get kind of annoyed, Hermione is obviously keeping a secret and while Harry wants to let it go and respect her privacy, Ron has grown up with 5 brothers and has no intention of letting her get away with it. Everytime Hermione reappears Ron asks "Blimey! Where did you come from?" with the same exact tone. Everytime he does it Harry rolls his eyes.

After the first month Harry is honestly surprised Hermione hasn't caught on, either she's being oblivious on porpouse (Wich she isn't, she couldn't lie for her life) or she's so distracted that she actually hasn't noticed anything.

After the second month, and a week of Hermione's hair being even more impossible than usual and the bags under her eyes begin to show Harry and Ron start to actually worry. Ron starts adding food to Hermione's plate every chance he has (it's lots of chances, Hermione is always eating with her head in a book lately). Harry starts to send her to bed after ten o'clock every day, forcefully taking her away from her books to stop her from falling asleep in the common room. She gets a bit better for a while.

And then they fight over a broom.

Harry can understand where Hermione comes from, but he seriously doubts an escaped convict would have the means to buy a top of the line broom (Harry checked, he'd have to spend over half the money in his trust vault for it). Also he can't help but remember every time the Dursley show him new toys only to take them away and give them all to Dudley. He knows Hermione isn't like them, but those kind of scars are even more pronounced than the one on his forehead.

Ron just feels so angry. He doesn't know why exactly but it's been building up for a while now. Scabbers might not be the best pet ever, but he's still his pet, he's loved by the whole family in that kind of jokey but really strong way the Weasleys love each other. He knows Scabbers is old and his parents have already been open with him about the possibility of him dying. The last thing the poor thing needs is a cat trying to eat him every other day. And Hermione just doesn't care. The fight over the broom feels more like a spark igniting something that was already there. Ron is all too used to the idea of everything he owns belonging to everyone, but he's also fed up of feeling like every single thing could be take away from him by Ginny or the Twins and never seen again.

Hermione gets worse again after that.

Harry goes up to his dormitory every night wanting to first send Hermione to bed, but he's just so angry and hurt, and he deserves a "sorry" at least, doesn't he?

Ron sees her cheeks hollowing in the next few weeks and his hand itch to put some more toast on her plate, he wants to take away her books and tell her to eat, but he takes one look at Scabbers and Harry and he gets angry again.

Once the broom is given back to Harry the tension seems to abate a bit. They tether on the edge for a while: Hermione looks at them sometimes and starts to cry everytime; Harry feels awful about the whole thing but he's still hurt; Ron mostly tries to ignore the whole thing, he's still so angry.

Neville (bless his heart) is the first to take a step. He walks up to Harry one evening and stumbles his way trough what is obviously a reharsed speech about how Hermione is obviously more important than a broom. It misses the point entirely, Harry finds himself incredibly angry about it for a split second. Then her reminds himself that no one but him could know about the Dursleys. He hasn't really told anyone about them. Maybe he could try and explain it to Hermione. The idea of coming clan about the things he suffered sends his heart in a frenzy, but Neville is right about one thing at least: Hermione is important to him, her and Ron are like two pieces of his heart he never knew he was missing.

So Harry takes Hermione and Ron and finds them a secluded place in the castle. Somewhere no teachers or prefect are following him around in that suffocating way. He talks to them about the Dursleys then. He focuses on the way they never give him anything, on the way they taunt him everytime a gift is given.

Hermione and Ron are horrified. Hermione starts crying and sobs her way through an apology, she tells him she loves him and she's sorry about the broom, she just wants him safe. They hug it out and Harry feels a huge weight lift from his shoulders.

Ron is silent at first but Harry and Hermione would never just let him get out of this, so they coax his anger out. He shouts at them and kicks a chair away while he stalks the room. He lays it all out, about Scabbers and how scared he is that his pet might die at any moment. Hermione is crying again by the end of it. She heals the bruise on his shin from the chair and then hugs him too. She promises to keep Crookshanks at bay and apologizes for her callousness.

Then she takes a breath and comes clean too. She takes the Time Turner our of her shirt to show it ti them, explains what she's doing with it, how stressful it all is. How she feels like her head is underwater half the time now. She never gets enough sleep and never has enough time to study no matter how many hours she turn back. She's always so tired.

They work toghether from then on, they watch out for Scabbers, who gets lost over and over. They watch out for Hermione so she studies a bit less and sleeps a but more. They watch out for Harry so that he knows they love him and that he's never a burden.

They become so close that people start to whisper around them, but they don't care. There are more important things in the world.

Like friendship, and bravery, and love.

[stillsurfacequietpond]

Even when they're not talking.

[multifandominfj]

It’s the way they still give each other heart eyes, even when they’re apart. 😭❤️

[quinns-shadowy-arts]

They'll Be Ok, They're Ok

Day 6 of @steddielovemonth ‘s Steddie Love Month Event!   Rating: Teen  CW: Arguing, Angst Tags:  Arguing, Insults, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending.  WC: 2,028 Prompt: “Love is giving them space when they need it”; submitted by @lihhelsing 

Note: Technically this is late. But it’s only 11ish where I am, and I was swamped with work until after the 12 am EST had already passed. So I’m still going to post this. Also, this has not been edited. So if you see any mistakes, no you didn't. Enjoy!  

Things have been…tense, to say the least. Family video has been packed with asshole customers, more so than usual. Robin has been gone with her parents on a trip, which has left Steve working shifts with Keith. The customers have been getting on Steve's nerves and Keith's been no help. 

The customers yell and fight Steve every step of the way. It's only renting a movie, the customers shouldn’t be so pissed at every turn, if Steve has anything to say about it. Keith has been avoiding doing his job by locking himself in the back room under the guise of “filing inventory reports”. Steve knows better though. He knows that Keith has been sitting around eating cheetos and generally being weird. Every one of these aspects has been pushing Steve to his limit.

Eddie hasn't been faring any better. The guys at the record store have been really getting on his nerves lately. They've been teasing him for anything and everything. This usually isn't a problem; they tease him, he teases back, and it's all good. But their teasing has turned south. It’s gone from light hearted jokes to cutting remarks. So Eddie feels like shit about himself and everything he’s doing. 

This has led to both of them being on edge when they get home. Usually they’re fine with the other one in their space. But today was the tipping point for them both. Eddie’s mumbling around the kitchen is pushing Steve’s final buttons; and Steve’s tense body language and cold glare has ticked Eddie off. 

“Can you just stop?” Steve glares at Eddie. Eddie turns around to look at Steve. He’s standing in the entryway of the kitchen, arms crossed and looking down right bitchy. Eddie shuts the cabinet he was digging through. 

“Stop what, Steve?” Eddie asks. He hasn’t really done anything. They hadn’t said hello or kissed at the door like they usually do. Eddie’s only been in the kitchen and the hallway. Right when he walked in he kicked off his shoes, threw his jacket onto the back of the couch, walked into the kitchen, and started looking around for something to eat. 

“Just, everything” Steve says, he’s still glaring in Eddie’s direction. Eddie leans back against the counter, faking nonchalance.  

“Steve, I haven’t even pissed yet. What the hell have I done to piss you off?” Eddie remarks. This was the wrong thing to say. 

“Fucking- Everything! You come in here, don’t even fucking say hello, and then come in here and start slamming cabinets and shit. You’re muttering under your breath like a mad man and taking out your anger on my nice shit, Eddie!” Steve shouts. His whole body is tense with stress and anger. 

“Well, you didn’t exactly come fucking running to the door, Steve. You could’ve said hello too, y’know!” Eddie shouts back. He’s still leaning against the counter, trying to act like he isn’t as upset as he is. 

“Can you just fucking go sit down and be quiet or something!? I can’t fucking handle your erratic fucking movements today.” Steve yells. He knows that Eddie hasn’t actually done anything to warrant that response. But Steve’s pissed and he really can’t handle any extra movement right now. He just needs some peace and quiet. 

Eddie feels ice shoot down his spine. Not only has his coworkers criticized him all day today, discreetly telling Eddie that he’s too much; Now his boyfriend is too. Steve’s supposed to love him no matter what. He’s supposed to love Eddie and all of his quirks, overwhelming energy included. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Steve? You ‘can’t handle my erratic movements’ today?” Eddie pushes off of the counter and mimes quotations with his fingers,

“Am I too much for you Steve? Am I too much for the great King Steve?” Eddie knows that Steve hates it when anyone calls him that horrible title. Steve has changed, he really has, but Eddie knows that it’ll hurt. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry your highness! Whatever can I do to make it up to you!?” Eddie mocks, clasping his hands together like he’s begging for forgiveness. 

Steve’s mouth pulls tight, forming an angry frown. His face has turned red, his heart hurts. 

“You can give me some fucking space; That’s what you can do, Asshole!” Steve screams, throwing his arms up. 

“Fine!” Eddie yells. He lets his hands fall into fists at his sides. He storms past Steve, shoulder-checking him on his way out. He pushes his feet into his boots, not bothering to tie or zip them up. He rips his jacket off of the couch and storms out of the house, slamming the door behind him. 

Steve stares after him for a minute. He turns around and walks away from the kitchen. 

“He’s fucking ridiculous.” Steve murmurs as he walks into his room. He half haphazardly throws his clothes in random directions as he changes out of his work clothes. Once he’s in some comfortable clothes, he crawls into his bed. His body aches from standing all day. 

Steve stews in his anger for a bit longer, but eventually the adrenaline wears off and he realizes what he’s done. Sure, Eddie called him King Steve, but Steve did start the fight. Eddie really hadn’t done anything to piss Steve off as much as he was. Steve knows how stressed Eddie has been. He’s told Steve about how his coworkers have been getting meaner and meaner lately.  Shit, he doesn’t even know where Eddie has gone. 

“Fuck,” Steve whispers. He wants to go find Eddie, to apologize and reassure Eddie that no, he isn’t too much. But Steve knows how Eddie gets when he’s mad. He needs to go walk it off. He needs space to yell and cry and calm down on his own. So despite everything yelling at Steve to get up and search all of Hawkins for Eddie, he stays put. 

Eddie had gotten into his van and drove off, speeding and breaking traffic laws in order to get away. He knows that he shouldn’t be driving, it’s dangerous to drive when upset. So he pulls off of the main road and onto a smaller dirt road. He follows the trail until he’s at the top of the quarry. He throws his van into park and steps out onto the ground. He walks over the edge and looks out at the water. 

“What a fucking dick. I didn’t even do anything to him, fucking asshole.” Eddie rambles on as he scans the ground. He spots a palm sized rock, smooth but rotund. He picks it up, tosses it slightly up into the air a couple of times before turning his attention back to the water. He winds his arm back and chucks the rock into the quarry. 

He watches as the rock falls into the water, creating a big splash and an almost never ending ripple. He looks back to the ground, looking for more rocks. He collects three more rocks and throws them out into the water. 

After watching the final ripples dissipate, Eddie plops down onto the ground. He sighs out the last of his anger; sadness and a bone deep tiredness takes its place. 

“Am I really too much?” He questions. He sits criss-crossed and picks at the loose threads in his jeans. 

“Ok, I know he started it, but it wasn’t ok to call him ‘King Steve’. He’s changed, you know he’s changed.” Eddie talks to himself, it helps him debrief after particularly hard situations. Or, any situation, if he’s honest. 

“I still love him,” Eddie says, and he does. He really fucking loves Steve. Steve is his favorite person in the world, but what he said really fucking hurt. 

“The question is, does Steve love me?” Eddie questions. Even though Steve had yelled at him and picked the fight, Eddie feels it in his bones that Steve loves him. Steve shows that he loves him every single day. He still shows ways that he loves him even when he’s upset. Like last night, where Steve still made sure Eddie had eaten even though he was exhausted and still upset from work. 

Eddie wants to go find Steve, to apologize and hear him out. He wants to make sure Steve still knows that Eddie loves him, even though they just yelled at each other. 

But Steve asked for space, demanded more like it, but still. Eddie knows that Steve still needs space, Eddie will respect that. He gets up from his spot on the ground and climbs back into his van. He’ll give Steve his space tonight, and in the morning he’ll go over to Steve’s. 

Eddie shifts the gear into reverse and turns around. He pulls back onto the main road, turning to head back to the trailer. They’ll figure it out in the morning. 

Steve wakes up the next day. His blinds are shut, but he can tell it’s later than he normally would be awake based on the illuminated numbers on his alarm clock. He rubs at his eyes, remembering the night before. He needs to go apologize to Eddie. He opts to skip breakfast and go straight over to Eddie’s, after changing of course. 

He rolls out of bed and starts shucking off his pajama pants. He changes into new clothes, a light colored polo with jeans. He slips on his sneakers before stepping into the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and fixes his hair. He doesn’t spend too long styling it, he wants to get over to Eddie’s as soon as possible. 

He jogs down the stairs, pulling on his jacket before pulling the door open. He’s about to step out when, 

“Eddie?” Steve asks. Eddie is standing on his porch, looking up from where he was looking at the pavement. It looks like he was pacing around before Steve had opened the door. 

“What are you doing here?” Steve asks. He tilts his head slightly as he speaks. 

“I wanted to apologize.” Eddie straightens out to look at Steve. He looks determined, but genuine nonetheless. 

“What, why?” Steve should be the one apologizing, not Eddie. Eddie was right, he really hadn’t done anything wrong. Steve was the one in the wrong. 

“I uh, I called you some hurtful things that I didn’t mean yesterday.” He says. Steve shakes his head,

“Eddie, you don’t need to apologize. You were being pretty accurate, man. I was acting like a total dick. I had a really bad day at work and I took it out on you, which I really shouldn’t have. I said you were too much; You’re not. You’re perfect just the way you are. I’m so sorry, Eddie.” Steve looks into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie softens at Steve’s apology. 

“I’m sorry too, Steve. I didn’t mean it when I called you King Steve. You’ve changed, you’re kind and loving and nothing like King Steve was. You show me that every single day. I just knew that it would hurt you. Which is, really fucked up. I was hurt from you saying that I was too much, but that doesn’t excuse me from hurting you right back.” Eddie says, reaching out to hold onto Steve’s hands. 

Steve smiles softly at Eddie. He holds firmly onto Eddie’s hands and pulls him into the house. Once he shuts the door behind Eddie, Steve pulls him into a tight hug. After a couple of minutes of hugging, Steve pulls away. He looks deeply into Eddie’s eyes, still holding onto his arms. 

He leans forward and kisses Eddie on the lips. Eddie grins into the kiss and Steve smiles right back. They’re less kissing and more just pressing their smiles into each other, but it’s the thought that counts. 

They both hold onto each other, knowing that they’re ok. They forgive each other, and love each other all the same. They’re ok. They’re ok now and they’ll be ok in the future. There are more fights and apologies to come, but they’ll be ok. 

No matter the space between them, no matter the angry shouts and unreasonable arguments; they’ll love each other more and more each day. They’ll be ok, they’re ok.