#i think they are both jealous assholes who enjoy arguing and bickering and until they settle into things

[loving-jack-kelly]

basically jack was mean to davey in high school because he had a lot of unresolved shit going on and was fighting for his life inside his own head and didn't have a good relationship with himself and wasn't ready to do any of the introspection necessary to deal with everything he was feeling, and once he gets older and has a better relationship with himself and has unpacked a lot of those things, he makes the effort to reach out and be like hey, I'm sorry for how I acted back then and I hope we can move past it, but even if we can't I know I sucked back then and I'm sorry for lashing out at you when you did nothing wrong. and davey is like wow that was unexpected but appreciated and so they talk things out and move forward.

and spot was mean to everyone in high school for similar reasons because he and jack are parallels and foils, but also because he's kind of prickly and assholish in general, and race was one of the only people who was never intimidated by this and threw it right back which resulted in a very "you're both terrible for each other but it's better that you're inflicting this on each other than other people" type of relationship. was this healthy? no, but they got there eventually when they both grew up and the bitchyness started to be way more for fun than for any actual malice.

jack and spot are both guilty of the type of gay crushes like that one poster who wrote a note telling somebody to get out of their school but while jack grows out of it spot just ends up with race, who's just as bitchy back, and they both feel like it's their love language

[milfjensenackles]

to purgatory and back: chapter 2

1.5k words | read it on ao3

read chapter 1

Dean is in love with his best friend.

He’s trapped in Purgatory with the guy he hooked up with and his best friend who he is completely, head-over-heels in love with.

And they fucking hate each other.

The past few days have been nothing but bickering between Benny and Cas. Dean can’t figure out what the problem is. They’d only just met, and Benny had even saved Cas’ life a few days previously. A Leviathan pinned Cas to the ground while Dean was occupied by two others. Benny moved in at the last second to slice the Leviathan’s head off, moments before it tore Cas apart. Dean remembered watching the whole thing from a few feet away, his heart beating uncomfortably fast in his chest.

No matter what, though, Cas wouldn’t budge. He complained and picked fights with both Benny and Dean, which was only proving to drive Dean more and more insane as they trekked through the deeply wooded forest.

“That angel of yours needs to learn how to keep up if we’re gonna make it to the portal anytime soon,” Benny grumbled under his breath.

Cas glared at Benny. “I heard that.”

Dean sighed in frustration. This was only going to get worse as long as they were all stuck here together. “Can you two stop arguing for one day?”

Cas, now walking ahead of Dean and Benny as though to prove a point, whipped around and said through gritted teeth, “Maybe if your vampire friend would quit provoking me.”

Benny smirked at Cas, obviously looking to start something. “Dean and I are a little more than friends, I would say.”

Cas’ expression changed from that of anger to one that Dean had never seen on his friend before. Cas narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, stepping closer to Benny. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, Dean didn’t mention it? I guess you two aren’t as close as you thought.”

Dean closed his eyes, pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath. This wasn’t how he wanted Cas to find out about the two of them. He didn’t really want Cas to know about it at all, if he was being completely honest.

Cas’ lip twitched before he turned on Dean. “What is he talking about?”

Dean stepped between Benny and Cas, placing a hand on Benny’s chest to stop him from saying anything else.

“Cas, it’s not what it sounds like.” Okay, it was a little bit what it sounded like. “Benny and I… we might have hooked up. A little bit. A few nights before we found you.” This was the most excruciating experience of Dean’s life, forty years in Hell included.

Benny laughed from behind Dean, clapping a large hand on his shoulder. “I’d say it was a little more than a hookup, D.”

And then all Hell broke loose.

“Keep your hands off of him,” Cas snarled as he used both hands to push Benny against a nearby tree. The roots of the plant barely held on, fighting against the sheer amount of force Cas used to move the vampire. Dean knew Cas was showing off to intimidate Benny, but he wasn’t going to bring that up in case Cas chose to redirect his anger at Dean.

Benny held his hands up in surrender, eyes bulging out of his skull. Cas slowly released him, and Benny dropped to his knees, coughing in an attempt to moderate his breathing. Cas watched him for a moment before turning on his heel and stomping away. Dean scrubbed his hand down his face and then weighed his options. He decided to follow after Cas, quickly catching up to him. Dean grabbed Cas’ arm, pulling him around until they were face to face. Dean’s hand was still pressed into Cas’ arm, his hand clenching around a fistful of trenchcoat. “What the fuck is your problem, man?”

“Have you considered that maybe I don’t enjoy playing third wheel to you and your new vampire boyfriend?”, Cas spat back at him. He was seething. Dean had never seen him this angry before. It was kind of hot.

Dean pressed his palms into his face before throwing his arms out to the side to express his exasperation with the situation.  “What, you got a problem with me having a boyfriend, Cas?” He was shouting now. Benny wasn’t Dean’s boyfriend, but it wasn’t Cas’ business either way. Dean smirked and added, “Are you jealous?”

Cas pressed his lips into a thin line, looking down at the ground. “I am… indifferent to your sexuality, Dean. I simply do not appreciate being treated like an afterthought, especially after hearing your prayers when we were separated. I had assumed our relationship had improved, but I guess I was wrong. I apologize for upsetting you.”

Dean froze, his mouth falling open. “You heard me? You… you heard my prayers and didn’t even think to let me know you were still alive?” Now Dean was the one who was angry. “I prayed to you every night! I thought you were dead, Cas.”

“I know, Dean. And I apologize for that. I was trying to keep you safe. The Leviathans would not have left you alone if I was around.” Cas looked into Dean’s eyes again. Those damn blue eyes were going to be the death of him. His hand was still grabbing at that stupid trenchcoat, so he used it to pull Cas into a hug, if only in an attempt to hide the tears filling his eyes. Dean pressed his face into Cas’ neck, trying to get as close as possible to him.

“Don���t you know by now that I’d rather be in danger with you than safe without you?” Dean’s voice cracked, overwhelmed by the whiplash of emotions he’d felt in the last few minutes.

Cas pulled back at that, obviously shocked by Dean’s emotional reaction. Dean looked Cas up and down, his gaze falling to the angel’s full, chapped lips. Dean wanted to kiss him. He imagined, for a brief moment, what it would be like to kiss Cas whenever he wanted. To have him. He wanted to wake up next to Cas in the morning, arms wrapped around one another, Cas’ bedhead sticking up every which way. God, he was so fucking screwed. Cas noticed where Dean’s gaze had fallen and was nervously looking up and down between Dean’s eyes and lips. Dean leaned in slightly, testing how far he could push this. Cas gave a small nod, and –

“Hey, assholes! We got some Leviathans headed our way. Let’s get this show on the road.”

Dean and Cas jumped apart immediately at Benny’s interruption, avoiding eye contact to focus on where Benny’s voice had come from. As Benny approached them, Cas gave Dean a look that was heavy with emotion before turning around to lead the way.

Dean stared at Cas’ retreating back, still replaying the memory of Cas’ face moving closer to his over and over in his head. “Yeah, let’s go.”

That night, Dean’s nightmares were the worst they had been since entering Purgatory.

He dreamed of himself, lost in Purgatory, searching for Cas. He’s lost Cas again. Dean searches frantically for what feels like an eternity. He finally finds Cas, laying facedown near the same river where they found him the first time. Dean, relief pouring over within himself, races to Cas’ side. As he pulls Cas toward him, though… he realizes. Cas is dead. Dean wakes with a shout, sweat beading on his forehead. He scans the area and finds what he was looking for: Cas. Cas, who was now staring back at him from his curled-up position on the ground. Dean smiles at him sheepishly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. Had a nightmare.”

“That’s okay, Dean. I was already awake. I couldn’t sleep. It’s too cold.” Cas sat up and scooted closer to where Dean was spread out. “Do you want to talk about your dream?”

Dean shook his head minutely, and Cas nodded in return. Cas silently moved closer to Dean, wrapping his arm around Dean’s waist, and pulling him back toward the dirt beneath them. Dean allowed Cas to maneuver them so that Cas was pressed against his back. Dean thought back to earlier today. They had almost kissed. That actually happened. He wondered if Cas was thinking about it, too. Did Cas feel the same way? Could angels even feel love like that? A thousand questions bounced around Dean’s brain. He wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight, not with the man he loves overwhelming all of his senses.

“Dean, you’re thinking too loud.” Dean chuckled. Cas knew him too well. Dean switched his focus to the feeling of Cas’ hand resting on his hip where his shirt had moved to expose a stretch of skin, the warmth from Cas’ fingers spreading to his own body through just that simple point of contact. He was eventually lulled to sleep by the sound of Cas’ breath in his ear.

[welcometothemaraudersspam]

I want to request a Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor! reader please: despite being a close friend to the golden trio, the reader and Malfoy has this playful ‘who can get a rise out of each other’ type of relationship so they tease & banter with each other on any chance that they get. What if one day the reader decided to steps up her game and steals one of Malfoy’s slytherin tie with his initials on it and proudly wears it around Hogwarts and it just bothers him soo much!

The Forsaken Tie | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2,832 words

Warnings: cursing, making out, teasing

Requested: Sorry ran out of word count :( can it also included a jealous Malfoy and then ended with some makeout session before he finally has the guts to ask her out please? Thank you so much <3 @queenofmankind

September 27th, 1995. The Gryffindor Common Room. 9:57 pm.

You let your head roll back, letting out a frustrated sigh. You had spent the last 3 hours listening to Hermione and Ron bickering, and while you loved them to death, this was a bit ridiculous. Your eyes flickered off to the side eyeing Harry, whose eyebrows were furrowed, eyes flickering between the red head and the bushy haired girl. Leaning over to whisper something in his ear, resting your free hand on his shoulder, "I don't know about you, but I think Fred told me a little something about the elves making a killer cheesecake-"

"Say no more," Harry rushed out grabbing a hold of his wand, and your hand making a run for it. Loud giggles left your lips, trying to keep up with the dark haired boy's long strides. The wide grin on his face made you smile, letting yourself slow down looping your arm through his enjoying the long awaited peace and quiet, "Thank you. I think if I had stayed a couple seconds longer, I would have torn my hair out of my head,"

"I don't understand it. One second they're giving one another the love stricken eyes," Harry snorted, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose keeping your paces pretty steady as you guys made your way down to the kitchens, "And the next, they're at each other's throats!"

"How long do you think they're going to be arguing for until they noticed we've gone?"

"Probably when someone comes down from the dorms shouting at them for keeping them up-"

"Well, well... what do we have here?" The sound of someone interrupting you made you guys tense up, turning around to face the sound of the voice coming face to face with Draco. Your heart felt like it had stumbled over itself, swallowing back the rest of your sentence crossing your arms over your chest. The air around the three of you had thickened tremendously, feeling the tension between you and the blonde who was eyeing you like a hawk. Harry stiffened beside you, subtly moving in closer to you his hand resting on the small of your back now as you both stared down the Slytherin. The second Harry set his hand on your back, you felt the burning oh Draco’s stare, "Two Gryffindors out of bed past curfew... 10 points from Gryffindor."

"Oh shut it, Malfoy."

"Make me, Potter. As you may or not may have noticed-"

"Yes, Malfoy. We're all quite aware. We heard your voice loud and clear in the Great Hall as you announced your news to the whole wide world. Maybe you'd like to use sonorus next time?” The blonde's head snapped towards yours, his face flushing pink his mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with a comeback. You smirked, looking over at Harry who hadn't removed his gaze off of Draco. "Come on, H. Look, I'll head off to the kitchens and grab some cheesecake and you go and tell Hermione and Ron that if they aren't finished bickering by the time I get back that-"

"-you will throw their asses in a bin. Got it." Harry smiled down at you, removing his grip off of you stalking off to the Gryffindor Common Room leaving you and Draco alone. The second you could no longer hear Harry's footsteps you let down your facade, shoving the blonde who just smirked at you.

"You asshole. Why'd you have to take points? I would very much like to win the House Cup this year,"

"It's not my fault, if you hadn't been out past curfew with Potter then maybe you'd still have those 10 points," He murmured, letting his eyes scale you up and down noticing you weren't wearing your usual attire. A pair of shorts covered your legs, along with an oversized hoodie that seemed quite familiar. A smile tugging at his lips as he realized it to be the one he let you borrow after the Yule Ball. It was his only article of muggle clothing, so no one had seen him wear it except for you which is why he had no problem lending you the hoodie.

"You got something against Potter, Malfoy?" You teased knowing the blonde was jealous of your relationship with his enemy, letting your fingers trail up his arms, patting yourself on the back mentally as you saw how much that had affected him. He practically became puddy in your hands.

"N-no. Why would I?"

"Oh no reason. Well, I should go and get Harry that cheesecake... see you later, Mal," You had leaned into him, your hands resting happily on his chest tugging him close your lips brushing against his ear. He shivered, willing his hands to not grip your waist and press his lips onto yours. Hastily pulling away from his tall frame, making your way down the stairs determined to grab a couple slices of cheesecake a smile on your lips as you thought about his gorgeous grey eyes shaking your head at the thought of crashing your lips together knowing it would never happen. Harry would kill the boy 1,000 times before coming for you next.

December 8th, 1995. The Great Hall. 1:08 pm.

You currently were trying to de-escalate a petty disagreement between Ron and Hermione knowing it would quickly become an argument before you felt someone tap your shoulder, turning your head around watching a blur of Slytherin robes walk past you. You excused yourself, knowing well they probably didn't even know you were there, hurriedly making your way out of the Great Hall, popping one last grape into your mouth chewing happily looking around for the blonde almost letting out a scream as you were dragged into an invisible corridor a hand wrapped around your wrist. At the sight of a familiar pair of grey eyes you relaxed, but not before smacking the blonde upside the head which made him whine rubbing the sore spot.

"You asshole. I didn’t even know this corridor existed, I thought I was going to die,"

"Sorry. I didn't know how else to get you to your attention,"

"Maybe a simple, 'Hey!' would do," He rolled his eyes at your sarcastic remark, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully trying to think of how he was going to word his next question feeling his face starting to grow red, "What was so important that you needed to steal me out of lunch for?"

"Well... I have a question." You felt yourself stiffen, your hands scrambling to fiddle with the hem of your sweater peering up at the blushing Slytherin. Merlin... is he-is he about to- your thoughts were interrupted at the sound of Hermione yelling at the top of her lungs her insults aimed at the red head. A loud sigh left your lips knowing you had to go and see what in the world was going on this time, mentally cursing at yourself.

"I'm so sorry, Mal. I have to make sure Hermione doesn't kill Ron. I'm fairly certain she wouldn't like to end up in Azkaban." A loud sigh of relief left Draco's lips nodding at your words, giving you a soft smile as your ran off to chase after your friends. Maybe after the Christmas Holidays... yeah, after Christmas. He ran his fingers through his gelled hair, straightening up his school uniform before briskly making his way back into the Great Hall with his signature smug look.

December 18th 1995. The Slytherin Common Room. 11:53 pm.

"Yes!" You smirked down at the silky fabric twirling it in between your fingers, almost forgetting the boy who stood behind you with a teasing glint in his eyes. You stuffed the fabric into the pocket of your hoodie, closing the drawer with a satisfied hum spinning on your heels to face Theodore Nott who had his hands tucked into his dark wash jeans eyeing you, "I got it,"

"I can see that, but what exactly is it that you got?"

"You'll see when classes start back up. And to prove it to you, I'll come to you first thing in the morning." You flashed him a wide grin, pulling the sleeves down on the grey hoodie covering your hands with the sleeves. He just smiled down at the bubbly Gryffindor motioning towards the dorm door, following after you as he led you into the Common Room with ease his hands gently placed on the small of your back leading you to the door before coming to a stop right as he went to open it.

"You know, if it weren't for the fact that Herbology would be an absolute nightmare without you, I wouldn't be doing this," He mused, his dimples poking out as he watched you let out a loud laugh shaking your head at the Nott boy. You chewed on your bottom lip to stop yourself from grinning, peering up at him.

"You love me, Nott. Now let me out. I'm in the mood for some cookies,"

"Whatever you say, love. Goodnight. Please be careful,"

"Aren't I always, Nott?"

January 9th, 1995. Outside The Slytherin Common Room. 7:32 am.

You felt your body practically vibrating, nerves flowing through your body a small smile on your face, rocking back and forth on your heels your satchel feeling heavier than usual as you stood waiting for a familiar face.

Nearly knocking out the tall boy who had cleared his throat, turning your whole body towards him a wave of relief washing over you. He chuckled at your reaction, before choking on his own saliva as he looked down at the tie wrapped around the collar of your bright white button up. A loud giggle left your lips as you untucked the tie from the vest showing the bright green and black stripes of the silky tie.

The brunette made his way over to you his fingers taking a hold of the tie, a smirk growing on his lips.

"Is this..."

“Yes... the ‘forsaken’ tie. Stolen from yours truly, Mr. Malfoy." The Nott boy let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back as he thought of the look on Malfoy's face as he saw the girl he's been crushing on for years wearing his tie for the whole school to see, "That's not even the best part. His initials are so graciously placed for the whole world to see,"

"That is bloody brilliant. I would love nothing more than to chat with you love, but I have to go wake up the rest of the lot. But come by later and we’ll talk all about it. Sound alright?"

"Of course! Oh, and Nott? Tell Malfoy to make sure his tie is properly tied,"

January 9th, 1995. The Great Hall. 9:10 am.

"Hey! Did you hear about- woah... what are you wearing?"

"Malfoy's tie," You replied nonchalantly, scooping some yogurt into your bowl tossing some fruit on top. The sound of Ron and Harry choking on their juice made you smirk, shoveling a spoonful into your mouth to avoid talking to them. The feeling of someone grabbing your wrist forced you to look up, locking eyes with a pair of vibrantly green eyes swallowing the yogurt down, "Yes?"

"Don't 'yes' me. Why are you wearing Malfoy's tie? You guys are always bickering, you guys are worse than Ron and-" You scoffed, arching one of your eyebrows as you ate another grape, Harry stopped to think correcting himself, "-okay maybe not that bad. But what the hell?"

"H, it's nothing. Don't worry about it,"

"Well, he and I are going to worry about it. He's a complete asshole. Oh no...don't tell me you guys slept together-"

"I swear, if you guys slept together, I will hex his ass into oblivion." The dark haired boy spat out through his teeth, his eyes darkening flickering behind him standing up out of nowhere his stance stiff. You turned around facing a blonde who looked to appear seething, his hand gripping his wand so tightly his knuckles were stark white.

"You let her go this instant," Draco's stone hard eyes flickered down to you, his lips parting at the sight of one of his ties wrapped around your neck taking a step forward to grasp the fabric before being shoved back by Harry whose face was also flushed.

"Don't touch her, you ferret."

"She's not yours, Potter."

"Well, she would much rather choose me over you."

"How. Dare. You-"

"Okay! Malfoy, let's go." You grabbed a hold of his much larger hand, hastily dragging him out of the Great Hall in order to stop the seething boy from hexing the 'Chosen One' managing to catch the eyes of many as they saw the infamous 'Slytherin Prince' and one of Harry Potter's best friends hand in hand. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors were at a lost for words as they had seen one of their own willingly be around a Slytherin. You let out a relieved sigh once you had closed the door to the empty classroom, glancing at the blonde whose face was no longer a bright shade of red.

"Is this the year for all the guys to go batshit crazy? Did you finally hit puberty, Mal?"

"Where did you get my tie?" The flustered boy breathed out, his eyes never leaving sight of the fabric wrapped snug against you neck. Your hands reached up to fiddle with the silky fabric, tugging at it so it came undone letting the tie rest on your hands as you peered up at him. His eyes had darkened significantly, his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth as he eyed your pouty lips.

"Nott let me into your room, and I stole it." You felt your hands getting antsy, as the boy took a step towards you. “W-what are you doing?”

His eyes scanned your face for any sign of discomfort, making the bold move to cup your face with his hand letting the other hand rest warmly on your hip feeling your breath hitch, "Can I kiss you? I won't if you don't want me to. It's completely understandable if you don’t! You know on the other hand I think I heard someone calling me actually-"

"Bloody hell, Malfoy. You talk too much," You took matters into your own hands tossing his tie onto an empty desk pressing your lips against his hungrily. Wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist pulling your body flush against his toned frame. His hands gripped your hips, his thumbs digging in deeper as you tugged at his blonde locks. He let out a breathy moan, clawing at your sweater trying to intake as much of the moment as he could.

"I've been dreaming of this moment since you tipped your bowl of pasta over my Yule Ball suit," A loud laugh left your swollen lips at his comment shaking your head, parting from the Slytherin boy whose warm breath fanned over your face a tiny smile on his bruised lips, "Did I ruin the moment?"

"Just a bit,"

"I'm sorry... but if it helps, your plan backfired and you ended up getting yourself dirty as well,” He untangled himself from you, running his fingers through his ruffled blonde hair before looking over at you an readable expression on his face. You tilted your head at him, motioning him to continue speaking, "I um... I have a question."

A wide smile covered your face, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from giggling at the nervous boy who was rubbing the back of his neck, "Yes, Malfoy?"

"I was wondering if you... would you like to go out with me?" He grinned, his hands taking a hold of yours tugging you close his eyes peering down at the growing smile on your face. You shook your head at him, letting out a loud sigh.

"That's a pretty tough question, I think I'm going to have to get back to you on that-"

"Don't even start,"

"I'm just messing with you, Mal." An idea came to mind, wrapping your fingers around his tie tugging him to you pressing your body against his, Draco's eyes wide feeling all the blood rush down from his brain as he saw you with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I'd love nothing more than to go out with you..."

"Good... now how do you feel about skipping today and put these ties to good use?"

"Malfoy!"

"What?”

"You're a prefect!"

"And...?" The silence that came afterwards seemed to prove his point, smirking down at you letting out an appreciative hum as you pressed a soft kiss to his awaiting lips trying to deepen the kiss before you pulled away making your way to the door.

"You should close your mouth or else you'll catch pixies,"

The blonde clamped his mouth shut watching his girl walk out the door, shaking his head as he picked up the extra tie about to shove it into his pocket before he noticed something by his initials. Beside his initials were your initials with a little heart by it, making his heart swell a smile on his chiseled features. You are going to be the death of me, he thought to himself hurrying to his classroom a permanent smile not etched onto his face.

a/n: thank you so much for this request! i had so much fun writing this where i wrote it all in one sitting. i hope you like it! lots of love <3

[thecreativeangel]

Heights (Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader)

Eddie Kaspbrak x Gender Not Specified!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: A peaceful moment at the Barrens is interrupted by Eddie, who hates his short height. You never found anything wrong with it, but the Losers playfully tease him until you can’t take it anymore. As you defend him, you accidentally let slip more than you meant to. And the Losers go wild because of this.

Warnings: Cursing, SLIGHT mention of Henry being an asshole. Otherwise it’s as fluffy as a sheep wearing a sweater from the wool of his dead brother. (wOW OK that was darker than needed I’m sorry.) And I know I gotta post the next “Town of Forgetting” chapter, but hold on a sec I’m busy procrastinating.

Word Count: 930

You sat at the edge of a bolder, dangling your feet above the cool water. The other Losers were a while away, talking loudly, but you preferred small moments of peace. Focusing on the soft ripples in the water when droplets fell from your toes, the hot sun softly baking your shoulders, distant sounds of a family of turtles diving into the-

“I am not short!”

“Sure, Eds. And Beverly’s not gonna get lung cancer by the time she’s twenty.”

“Hey! Leave me out of this!”

You sigh inwardly and climb off the boulder, walking back to the little circle of logs that the Losers were sitting around. Eddie was waving his hands around as Stan and Richie laughed. Even Ben and Bill cracked small grins, and Beverly looked away to hide her smile.

You sat down on the rough log next to Eddie, raising an eyebrow at their joke.

“What’s so funny?” You ask.

“They’re saying I’m- I’m not short!” Eddie rambles heatedly. “If anything, you’re all freaking giants, is what you are! And anyway- Oh shut up laughing Richie!”

Richie threw his head back and cackled, pretending to wipe away tears. “Oh God, your face-”

“I think you’re the perfect size Eds.” You say passively, hoping no one would catch your subtle compliment. But of course, there was Richie…

“Ha! I bet you know his size, don’t you (Name)?” He asks slyly, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Argh!” You cry, making a face. “No! Jesus Richie, that was worse than what I actually thought you’d say!”

Eddie crosses his arms and pouts like a child. “I’m not short.”

“Fine.” Richie sighs, supposedly admitting defeat. Eddie’s face brightened a bit, but yours turns sour. You knew damn well Richie wouldn’t give up. There was a pause…

“You’re not short Eds, you’re down right petite!”

“Dammit!” Eddie cries, reaching out to grab Richie by the throat. You shove yourself between them, keeping Eddie at a distance where he couldn’t strangle Richie. Eddie huffs and lowers his arms, pointedly staring at the ground.

“Henry said I’m short too.” He mumbles, kicking a pebble with more anger than you have ever seen anyone kick a pebble with. You catch Richie’s eye and send him a dirty look, silently telling him to fuck off.

“‘You live on your tippy toes,’” Eddie mimics, faking Henry’s deep voice, stupid expression and making gorilla arms. “‘Bet any girl would have to lay down to suck your dick. If you have one.’”

Bev, Richie and Stan all shove their fists into their mouths to keep from laughing. You glare at them again.

“I think you’re well sized,” You say, patting him on the back. “You can hide behind tons of shit, escape the cops, squeeze through jail bars, the perfect height to cuddle, tons of legroom in-”

“Wait, HOLD ON,” Beverly shouts, jumping off her log. “Did I just hear you say-”

“What? No.” You deny, realising your slip up.

“-that Eddie was the perfect height-”

“No! No, no, no, no...”

“-to cuddle?”

“No I didn’t!”

Her shit eating grin was growing wider and wider by the second.

“I heard it too!” Richie speaks up. “Right guys?”

You look at the rest of the Losers with desperation in your eyes, but they all wore teasing expressions. “I’m pretty sure that’s what you said.” Stan pipes up.

“Ditto.” Mike says.

“Muh-m-maybe you s-should say it ag-guh-gain,” Bill says. “T-t-to clear thuh-things up.”

You looks towards Ben, who was usually on your side. He shrugged and smiled guiltily. “Sorry (Name)...”

“I hate you all.” You announce, slumping lower on the log and inching away from Eddie. You couldn’t make yourself look him in the face.

“I’m planning the marriage!” Beverly yells.

“I call dibs on best man!”

“I wanna be the bridesmaid!”

“You’re not a girl Richie.”

“Aww hell naw, you’re jealous that I’m gonna be a better bridesmaid than you!”

“Fuck off Richie!”

Your face felt hot as you watched your friends get off their logs to have a full on fight about who would be who at your wedding. You pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head, but secretly enjoyed watching them banter.

“I think you’re the perfect height to cuddle too.” Eddie whispers from the corner of his mouth, careful so the other Losers wouldn’t hear him. Your pouty lips turn up in a small smile that couldn’t be contained.

“Thanks.” You whisper back. His hand moves, skimming across the bumpy bark of the log. You feel his fingertips touch yours and your own hand inches toward his, tentatively lacing your fingers in his.

Your chest is tight but at the same time feels like exploding, bursting into millions of colorful fireworks. Eddie moves closer to you and the fireworks erupt along with your heartbeat, your reserved smile becoming so wide it hurt your cheeks.

You watched peacefully as Beverly and Stan bickered over vanilla or chocolate cake and glanced at Eddie, catching his eye. Him and you quickly looked away, the red spreading on both your cheeks. The summer day was perfect for spending time near the water. Birds sang, fish came up from their depths, frogs lazily swam through the lake. The tranquil scene was almost enough to distract from the loud voices of your arguing friends. As one bird stopped chirping and another one started, and the fish went back into the depths, and the frogs darted under a rock, and the Losers settles down on their logs, one thing stayed the same.

Your hand was still entwined in Eddie’s.

Tags List: @exoticeggos

[colorfullyminded]

Steven And Malachi

((Putting this under read more cause it might get long. A bunch of headcanons for Steven and Malachi (platonic and romantic) from Iceb0x’s comic (and ocs) Atonement Day.

I love these two so much. 

((These can be seen as Platonic or Romantic, whichever, they’re subtley enough to be both))

((I Don’t know Why I love this Headcanon I have for them))

1. Before the rapture/Apocalypse, Steven and Malachi would hang out and after scouts meeting, they’d stop at the convenience store and get slushies (Steven’s blue and Malachi’s red). Then they’d sit on the stone wall at the public park, talking about anything, drinking their slushies. Anything from casual conversations to more heavier topics. That was their place to hang out, and this carried over until they were teenagers (until the apocalypse). 

-Malachi hates slushies (Steven enjoys them), he always complains that they’re gross and he drinks them too fast, giving him massive brain freeze. But because Steven likes them, and Malachi enjoys these peaceful moments, he tolerates the slushed diabetes. And if he gets really annoyed, he just gives Steven the rest.

-Steven usually gets a slushy and a half every time.

2. One time, Steven joined Malachi at a group youth event (a meet and greet). They were surrounded by other kids, and parents (including Malachi’s father). Somehow, whether by accident, or intentional, Malachi managed to insult one of the girls he was chatting up and she threw her cup of punch in his face, staining his white dress shirt. Other kids started laughing, pointing, causing the adults to look over. When Malachi’s father saw him, the look on his face was one that meant Malachi was going to be severely punished for embarrassing him. Malachi was holding back tears at the look.

-Steven, who had been successfully flirting with a girl by the punch bowl, witnessing the scene, and noticing Malachi’s father expression, immediately turned to the girl, muttered an apology, and then insulted her so badly, that she dumped the whole punch bowl over his head. Everyone’s attention was averted from Malachi to Steven who was dripping from head to toe, glasses and shirt stained red. 

-One of the other pastors told Malachi and Steven they could find spare clothes in another room and that they should get changed quickly. They ran off, and only once they were safe in the hall, did Malachi finally start smiling again. No, actually he was laughing, tears of mirth in his eyes as he teased Steven profusely. Steven rolled his eyes, calling him an asshole, but he was glad to see Malachi smiling again. Even if he couldn’t prevent Malachi’s father’s rage, he was hoping to take the other boy’s mind off it, for awhile.

-Somehow, though, due to Steven’s more embarrassing humiliation, Malachi’s father didn’t punish Malachi. Just a stern lecture, and telling Malachi he could never invite Steven to another youth group event. Both were more than okay with that compromise.

3. Steven would be very passive aggressive about Malachi replacing Steven as a friend, and putting his feelings of Abel over their own history. I like to believe that he’d be slightly jealous of Abel, how he’s known Malachi longer, but Malachi has never treated him with nearly the same kindness he gives Abel, a kid he barely met. He’d be like:

Steven: Oh, why don’t you sit next to Malachi, Abel, since you two are such good buddies now? (gets up and starts walking to the other side)

Malachi: Oh would you stop! Come back here Steven!

Steven: Nooooo, don’t let me stop you two love birds! Go ahead Abel, you’re Malachi’s best friend now.

Malachi: Oh my gosh!

Abel: (I’m uncomfortable)

-((I think Canonly, more likely though)) That Steven would still be passive aggressive, but only to Malachi, since Abel didn’t really do anything and it’s really not his fault that Malachi is a shitty friend. So he’d still be friendly to Abel, but just be all angry and sassy to Malachi ((who honestly deserves it a little for being so cruel to Steven’s feelings))

Steven: So should I just leave you two alone? Am I being a 3rd wheel?

Malachi: Why are you being so difficult? You’re such a toddler!

Steven: At least I’m not a terrible friend

Malachi: UGH!

4. During Christmas, during the times Malachi’s father doesn’t even show up or call, Steven goes over to Malachi’s house, with a present, homemade cookies and a bunch of movies. He spends the night with Malachi, eating cookies (and popcorn) while they binge Christmas movies (or just whatever movie marathon Malachi wants). 

-If Malachi passes out on Steven’s shoulder, or even his lap halfway through, Steven doesn’t complain or try and move him. Tis the season for a little extra kindness.

5. Malachi’s dad hates Steven. It’s the only thing that he can agree with the man on: he hates him too. It’s mutual. It makes Steven angrier thinking that if Malachi’s dad could have been a little nicer, even just 20% nicer, maybe Malachi would have better confidence, better self esteem, and would be able to handle relationships (romantic or platonic) a lot better than he does.

-At least Malachi came to him when his father was being particularly shitty, and Steven much rather have that than Malachi close him off and deal with it alone (which Malachi has tried to do a few times). But Steven would like it far more if Malachi didn’t have to come to him for comfort, or space from his father, or, god forbid the really bad moments, when he had to help patch and clean up Malachi. Steven really, really hates Malachi’s dad. He doesn’t wish hell on people ever...but he thinks there’s a special place for Malachi’s father.

-He can tell when Malachi is trying to lie to him. Usually Malachi is meticulous about his texting, very professional, no grammar mistakes, no spelling mistakes, no emojis. Steven teases him for being a grandpa, but if Steven ever sees that Malachi’s texts have way more misspellings than typical auto-correct, or he tries to throws in a single emoji, Steven knows something is wrong. He’ll immediately text Malachi that he’s on his way, despite Malachi’s protest. Usually when he gets there, hugs and snack foods at the ready, Malachi is a lot more appreciative.

6. When they were very little, Steven helped Malachi make a lanyard since Malachi was struggling a lot and Steven was very good at making lanyards. He did most of the work, but Malachi finished the last part ((this would be when they were very young, so Malachi’s not a dick yet, he’s just not good at making lanyards)). When it was finished, he gave the completed lanyard to Steven, saying it was a present to thank him for helping him, and it was a symbol of their friendship. Steven said he would treasure it forever. The Lanyard is yellow and white and light blue.

-Malachi believes he lost it long ago. Honestly, it’s a vague memory, so he doesn’t even remember it that much anyway.

-Steven still has it. It’s tucked into his wallet. Sometimes looking at it reminds him that Malachi is more than just the person he is now.

-((I don’t know where the story is going to go, but if somehow, Steven ends up dying or gets killed off)) While searching through Steven’s backpack for supplies to keep moving on, he goes through his wallet, tipping it upside down and the lanyard falls out. He picks it up, at first confused why Steven had such a useless trinket. Then he remembers. And after he remembers... he doesn’t take seeing the lanyard well.

((These headcanons would be if they were in a universe where they were dating))

1. Steven and Malachi have such a old married couple relationship. They argue and bicker so much, constantly throwing insults so harsh, that often people wonder if they even like each other.

-When people ask if they even like the other, the two will simultaneously say, no hesitation “Not even a little!” This confuses people more, wondering why they’re dating if they can’t stand each other.

-But it’s obvious that they’re lying. Because, they can insult each other til the cows come home, but if someone (not closely related to them) insults one of them in the other’s presence, they best be ready for the tirade of insults their way. 

Example:

Steven: Malachi’s a dick!

Someone: Hahaha yeah he is! God I wish brats like him would just drop dead. The world would be so much better without his preachy whining.

Steven: Oh, I’m sorry? Did I ask for your shitty opinion? No, I don’t believe I did, so shove it back up your ass where it belongs.

And

Malachi: Steven is the absolute worse. The worst underling a guy could ask for! I can’t stand him!

Someone: What did you expect from a nerdy, loser? He’s so annoying to be around.

Malachi: Actually, I did think of one good quality. I enjoy his company far more than yours. : )

-Another reason they insult each other, is because it’s their own secret way to show endearment. Because Malachi’s father would never have accepted their relationship (for many reasons), they had to find a way to be show affection without warning suspicion. Thus, they came up with their insult dialogue. Because whatever they said, would mean the opposite of what they meant. And to Malachi’s dad it would just seem like boys being boys (and because of their mutual dislike of each other, having Malachi insult Steven made his father a little proud, thinking that his son was getting the upper hand and that maybe one day they would stop being friends for good). 

-It’s become second nature to them now. Even though they don’t have to be rude with each other anymore, they still do it around others, because they feel more comfortable that way. Only when they’re in private or can’t be overheard do they actually show genuine concern and worry ((like the scene in the rain of the comic)). 

2. When they first tried kissing (or making out) Steven and Malachi both had braces. Their braces ended up getting stuck, and Malachi panicked, not wanting to get caught in this situation. He yanked so hard, he not only snapped the wiring off his front braces, but he pushed Steven with enough force that Steven’s braces managed to slice Malachi’s bottom lip open. Malachi started freaking out more, having a panic attack when he tried to think of what he was going to tell his father to even explain this.

Malachi: I can’t get caught! He’ll kill me Steven! Or he’ll send me away! Or he’ll never let me see you anymore! I’m scared! Shit, what do I do?

Steven, trying to calm him down, and not wanting those scenarios to happen either, especially Malachi getting hurt or punished at his expense (considering he somehow managed not to damage his own braces), said:

Steven: I have an idea, but you have to trust me.

Malachi: O-okay?

Steven: Punch me, as hard as you can!

Malachi: What! WHY? I’M NOT GOING TO PUNCH YOU! WHY WOULD YOU WANT THAT!

Steven: If we make it look like we got into a big fight, your dad might still be pissed, but he’ll be far less angry than finding out the truth. And if he knows it was me you got in a fight with, he might be even more lenient.

Malachi: I don’t want to lie...

Steven: So you wanna tell him we were kissing?

Malachi does more damage to his knuckles than he thinks he did to Steven’s nose.

-By the time he sees his dad, he looks like he’s been in a real fight. Black eye, split lip trying to heal, bruised knuckles. His dad demands to know what he was up to. Before Malachi can answer, there’s a knock at the door. It’s revealed to be Steven and his mother ((if she’s still alive)). Steven just looks as messed up as Malachi. Steven then had to apologize to Malachi and his father for instigating a fight with Malachi (he told his mom he started the fight, knowing full well she would make him come over and apologize). Malachi’s father just huffs, acknowledging the apology. Though Steven notices he looks a little surprised (and pleased) at Malachi for the first time in a long time. Steven feels much better, even though his face still hurts so bad.

-Malachi is really thankful too.