#hi jadey

[b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b]

19, 20 <3

19. “what’s your personal worst spot? what’s your favorite “death spot” you’d wreck someone with?”

My worst spot is my pits, I think 😔 TELL NO ONE. Also my favorite death spot to wreck someone with is 100% of your spots, you’re one walking death spot dork

20. “are there any spots you personally find underrated? where are they?”

The top of your head with one of those scalp massager thingies, those things tickle and it’s pretty underrated I’d say

[cyberbeez]

The fastest regular pup I've ever had. I miss him (found him in expedition mode)

[butchdykekondraki]

biting you

yippee enrichment !! \o/

[jadeykitties]

idea for guy they should introduce into novelmore: a plague doctor. there isnt a plague, just a plague doctor. why is he a plague doctor if theres no plague? dont worry about it. why is he here? uh, dont worry about it

[lovedtogekiss]

trick yer treat

youve been tricked! MISHA COLLINS ATTACK

[deliberatingwthecookiecouncil]

I have been cited in academic tags by @cheeesenuts DJKSSDFKJ but YES I agree with all of this!

I was actually a bit distracted and forgot to talk abt roguefort's piece sorry jade FJDKKDSJ but their piece is a white knight which is considered significant as a symbol bc theyre primarily heroes.

it was literally just a google search to confirm but like yeah! roguefort is characterized as a heroic knight character no matter what and I think it could also be seen as them devoting themself to protecting walnut when she becomes a king! even though they're on opposite sides of the chess board, they always try and save her and act heroic despite being a villain and don't change even when she goes from a pawn to a king!

.gif of Roguefort and Walnut made by the artist who designed Roguefort!

[luveline]

hiya jadey! A hotchner!reader x spencer request for you <3 Maybe Spencer comes home a little tense/snappy from a case and reader misinterprets it as anger towards her so she starts clesning and catering to what she thinks Spencer needs so he isn’t angry at her anymore? (even thought he never was.)

She sort of regresses into what she did when her adoptive parents weren’t pleased with her :(

love you love you love you superstar!

i love u <3 | fem, 1k

cw past emotional abuse

The door to Spencer’s apartment closes with a distinct clunk. Certainly shut too hard. 

It sends a horrible feeling deep into the very pit of your stomach. Like you could cry, then and there. You frown at the odd feeling and stand to shake it off. 

Spencer’s home. 

“Hey,” you say, calling without seeing him, making your way into the living room from his kitchen to find him at the door. 

His bag looks heavier than usual on a slouched shoulder, his hair puffy. He must’ve showered before they flew back into Virginia and air-dried his short curls. He drops his bag on the floor, scrubbing his face, nose and eyes screwed up tightly as his glasses push up to his forehead.

“You okay?” you ask.

His face flickers. “Fine.” 

It’s not the greeting you’d wanted. Maybe you’re egotistical or something but you’d at least expected a hug. He’s the one who invited you over, surely he wants to see you?

The queasy feeling worsens. 

You give him a little kiss on the cheek to test the waters. “Missed you.” 

“Yeah, I missed you too.” 

You aren’t convinced. Spencer rubs his face again, trudging to the couch to lay down. 

You send yourself into a tailspin. Looking around the apartment, you can see why he’s unhappy. You left your cup on the coffee table, your handbag on the armrest, there’s so much to clean up and put away. 

His silence means you did something wrong. 

He asked you to be there. He left you the key. But maybe he didn’t really want you there after all. 

When you were younger, you’d get home from school, and a half hour later your father’s car would park in the driveway. You’d get this feeling, then, a tenseness, not necessarily fear but anticipation. Some days it wouldn’t matter, and most days he’d come through the door like a animal to be coaxed into softness. You’d convince him to be angry at something else. Enable his fury, agree with every word he said. 

Smiling, calmed, he’d walk into a spotless kitchen and find a pan soaking in the sink. I just wish you’d have some fucking consideration, he’d say. Or, Really? Or he’d sigh like he couldn’t believe it and slam a cabinet door. 

Nothing was right. You weren’t worth any patience.

“Dove?” 

You peek around the doorway again, your tidying having taken you to the kitchen to wash your cup. “Yeah?” you say. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Just– just cleaning up.” 

“It’s fine. It’s clean, don’t worry about it.” He frowns at you. “Are you okay?” 

“‘Course.” 

His frown deepens. Spencer only ever frowns when he’s confused. When he’s upset he tends to press his lips together in an accidental pout, and when he’s angry, he’s stony. Spencer’s good at profiling because it’s his job. You learned it at home. Seeing anger in things most of all. 

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” you ask, wiping your hands on your shirt. “Sorry, I should’ve asked how the case was. It was tough, right? It– I mean, they’re all tough.” You smile as you sit on the couch beside him, one leg tucked underneath you. 

He shakes his head. “I’ve missed something. I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong.” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” 

“You’re not acting like yourself.” 

“Sorry.” You wince. “I thought you were having a bad day?” 

“I am. Or, I was.”

Spencer holds out his hand. When you take it, he pulls you toward him with the care of someone who knows what it’s like to be startled, shuffling toward one another to be knee to knee. He holds your arm like it’s all of you, pressing you to his chest. 

For a while, you just sit there. Quiet, almost silent, the apartment rests around you. Spencer frowns at your hand as he draws lines up and down your arm, but slowly his frown softens, and you realise your stress has faded with it. Spencer isn’t angry. And if he were, it’s not with you. 

“Sorry I shut the door hard when I came in,” he says. 

You feel caught. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. Today was really bad, I got into it with Emily and the case… I don’t know. But coming home to you…” 

Spencer curls your fingers over his hand and presses them to the underside of his chin. 

“Thank you for coming over,” he says. “Did you eat?” 

You can’t help smiling, turning your hand slowly to cup his cheek, to hold him still. “I was waiting for you.” 

“Well, you decide and I’ll go pick it up.” 

“I can’t come with you?” 

“Do you want to?” He turns into your touch, glasses pushed against his eye, his lashes on the lense. 

You take back your hand. “Sure.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, we’ll walk. It’ll be nice, the weather’s not too bad.” 

“You feel okay?” he asks. 

“Worried about me?” 

“What your brother might do to me,” he says, nodding into the joke. Then he cracks just as quickly and tugs you in to hug you sideways. “Worried about how I made you feel.” 

It wasn’t Spencer’s fault, but you don’t want to talk about it anymore. You push up taller than him to encircle his head and neck, pressing your nose into the soft crop of his hair. He squeezes the small of your back with similar gusto. “Got my wires crossed,” you mumble. 

”Want me to uncross them?” 

You say, Please, and Spencer pushes you away from him to put your arms firmly on the right sides of you, uncrossing you, and kissing you on the nose. 

[irondad-creator-awards]

I think it's really unfortunate that the same non-IronDad story won two awards in this event. I wish there was a better way to highlight and showcase the many great writers in the MCU IronDad fandom. Lots of authors who get glossed over simply because they're not one of the "popular" writers.

Hi there Anon

We rely on the fandom to police itself as we cannot read every nomination to check it is Irondad before adding it to the voting form. We'd really like to hear which story it is so we can look into it further, though, so if you're willing to drop us another Ask or PM, that'd be great.

As for the winners - they're chosen in a fair vote. We're absolutely open to ideas if you have a way to make it fairer.

@jadeys-world x

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Jadey's Masterlist 2

Will add more of my fics over the next few days 💞🫶

Eddie Munson Fics

Not so Secret Admirer

Fake dating au 2. 3

Under The Stars

I get to love you

Spooky, Spooky Movies

One of those days

🦇 Eddie

Professor Eddie

Angsty asshole Eddie

Asshole Eddie

Sunset

How do you know?

Been here all along

Enemies 2. 3

Eddie dresses up as Emperor Geta

I Choose You

Friends with Benefits series 18+

Fated

Arguments

Then there was you

Changes part two

Mean Eddie series 1 2 3 4 5 18+

Boo! I have a crush on you 👻🎃

Tutor

Something More 18+

Older Eddie Series 1. 2. 18+

Not His Type 2

Home 2

My Valentine 🌹

Just For Fun 18+

Family Arrival

Sparks Fly

About Time

Princess bonus

Rival 2

Eddie misses you

His Princess

I only have eyes for you

Second Choice

All the Wrong Reasons.

First Fight

My Girl

It's Magic 🪄✨🔮

Envy

Fake

Pouty, jealous Eddie

Soulmate

Protective Eddie

Mistletoe

Moments. 2

The Perfect Prom

Stuck

[kunikame]

# PURPLE LILACS !

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ace trappola x fem!reader smau

! warning(s) : cussing, st@bbing mention, sewerslide & kys jokes, is ace developing a crush? is he not? well never know, author real story incorporated (yes the scissor story is real.) ! w/c : 865

even through your doubts, you chose to accept aces invitation in the end. perhaps this meeting will help clear up said doubts, who knows? plus, you suppose it wouldn’t hurt too much to pay the octatrio a little surprise visit.

upon entering the mirror chamber you immediately notice the ginger waiting for you by the octavinelle mirror, fiddling with his phone angrily. probably texting deuce, you assume. once he takes notice of your nearing footsteps he looks up and immediately brightens when his eyes land on you. “[name]! i didn’t think you would actually come!”

“.. that would be really rude. sounds more like something you would do.”

he winces momentarily, then after a moment, he nods in understanding, “can’t say i blame you for thinking that. shall we go?” 

ace holds his arm out for you to take, which you glance at warily, only to walk past him and through the mirror.

it’s not that you don’t trust ace, you’ve been through a bunch of shit during your time in nrc together, but you don’t really want to be seen arm-locked with him, either. people might get the wrong idea, or something (you fail to realize you’re literally going on something that looks like a “date” to outsiders). 

after a short mirror trip you find yourself outside the magical octavinelle dorm building. due to the dizziness the mirrors effects still have on you, you stumble a bit upon landing and immediately feel aces hand on your arm to help you steady yourself. after the first couple months you spent here, your friends have all learned the mirror makes you dizzy, and there’s always someone reaching a helping hand out whenever you use it. ace himself has done it a million times before.

so why is your heart racing just a tad faster this one time?

and why are aces hands shaking slightly?

“jadey my dearest!”

“seven save me,” was all the eel got to utter before getting body slammed.

“oh, how i missed you so! i’m so happy to see you’re finally back from war!” you say, wiping some fake tears from your cheeks.

“he is not ‘at war’. he is simply ‘working’. as all humans should, because some clearly have way too much time on their hands.”

“zuzu! … go back to war, i did not miss you.”

azuls expression was a hilarious mix of flabbergasted and backstabbed and you wish you had a free hand to take a picture, but it seems floyd had you covered when you notice his flash go off.

“what’re ya here for today, shrimpy? .. oh, crabby is here too! here for a squeeze?”

“no. nope. absolutely not,” out of the corner of your eye you could see ace slowly backing away from floyd, who wore his signature menacing grin–

“c’mon floyd, back to work you go.”

–before azul (who was still pouting) hauled him away. to this day you still don’t understand how he can do that.

“thank you, zuzu! love you!”

“i hope you explode.” (he’s not pouting anymore)

“so, what are you here for today?”

“ace asked me to hang out. i decided i’d see how it goes.”

“i see,” the eel hums in thought, “alright. give me a call if anything. or floyd. any of us, really.”

“thanks, jade. i hope i won’t need to."

“he threw you down a well?!”

“he sure as hell did! and our dad just stood by and watched, no words, nothing! like a damn statue!”

you’re pretty sure you’re doing an ab workout with how bad your stomach hurts from laughing so much.

“they couldn’t even pull me out! had to call the fire department, they were all like, “oh yeah, my child tripped and fell in the well in our backyard” tripped and fell my fucking ass, hello?! i was screaming ‘n crying when they got me out.”

“i’m so… so sorry… i can’t-can’t breathe–” you continued your hysterical fit for a short while longer before you finally managed to calm down.

“ohhh my god i can’t believe this, man,” you finally took a drink of the smoothie jade placed on your table about 30 minutes ago, “your childhood days were fucking wild.”

“yeah,” he copied you by also drinking from his drink, “how about yours? if you want to share that is, i understand that’s a.. sensitive topic right now.”

“no, no, it's fine. umm.. let me think..” swirling the contents of the glass before you, you thought deep and far back into your memories, until you found something appropriate, “oh, i stabbed myself with scissors once,” ace nearly chokes on his drink, “intentionally, i think? we were making some christmas cutouts with my mom when i was 7 and she left me unsupervised for 5 minutes. i started playing with the scissors pretending they were planes and the plane was supposed to crash into a mountain, which was my knee, and yeah. boom. scissors i my knee, blood everywhere, mom screaming bloody murder, and im just staring with my stupid little blank face.”

you look up from your smoothie and ace is staring at you like you just told him you ate your foot raw.

“dude…”

## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone. ❞

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[jadeyarts]

hi jadey! merry crimis :) could i request, ice king adventuretime

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 137 - Life as Normal

It's time for a check up!

Doctor: Welcome back! Baby number three, huh?

Ophelia: Third pregnancy, but we did adopt a little boy since the last time we saw you.

Doctor: Oh, how wonderful. Are he, Gemma and Lulu excited for the new baby?

Ophelia: As excited as toddlers can be.

Doctor: Alright, there they are. One healthy baby. Do you want to know the sex?

Ophelia: We agreed we wanted this one to be a surprise.

Doctor: Okay. Everything looks normal, let me print off the sonogram.

Ophelia and Xander look at the monitor. Their household will be full after this, so they know they can't have any more kids after this little one. While pregnancy isn't exactly easy, Ophelia will be sure to treasure her last pregnancy, and this last addition to their family.

Lulu may be cheeky, but she's a girl of her word. The next time she has to go potty, she gets a grown-up and gives this potty training thing a fair shake. It's kind of weird she still doesn't have to take her pants off, but hey, if it makes her parents happy.

Since the baby will move into the nursery, Lulu is sharing Gemma's room now. Her mommy and daddy got her a new kitty cat nightlight, though, so she can't be too bitter.

As Ophelia's pregnancy progresses, she keeps taking care of herself, and the little life growing inside of her. She'll love her little one no matter what, but she thinks having another boy would be fun for Jaden.

This baby must be destined to roll the vegetarian trait, because Ophelia has been craving lots of veggies.

Ophelia: You love these flower spring rolls Daddy made us, don't you?

Xander: Maybe next time the kid can crave something with some protein in it. I'm starving.

Jaden, spring roll in hand, comes to join his sisters, who are babbling at each other in the living room.

Jaden: Whatcha talkin' about?

Gemma: I think the baby's gonna be a boy!

Lulu: I think it's a girl!

Gemma: What do you think it is, Jadey?

Jaden: I want the baby to be a girl.

Lulu: Really?

Gemma: But you're a boy! Don'tcha want another boy to play with?

Jaden: Not really.

Jaden played okay with boys, but he had more in common with girls. They liked playing fun stuff and they didn't wrestle as much.

Before Xander has to go to the bar, Mom and Dad end the last night of the second trimester by reading their little one a story.

Xander: It's so impressive how you can read while holding the book upside down.

Ophelia: Oh. Didn't even realize. Guess it's pregnancy brain.

Ophelia: So what food-themed nickname are you giving this kid?

Xander: I don't know what you're talking about.

Ophelia: Gemma's muffin, Jaden's short-stack, and Lulu's cupcake. It'd be weird if one kid didn't get one.

Xander: I have to wait 'til I see them.

Lulu did extra good with her potty training today, so Ophelia gives her a bubble bath as a treat. She doesn't really need a bath, but this kid loves playing in the water, so it proves to be a good incentive.

After drying Lulu off, Ophelia comes to check on Jaden, who changed himself into his pajamas.

Ophelia: Look at you, big boy. What's with the sad face?

Jaden: Gemma and Lulu came from your belly too, like this new baby?

Ophelia: Yes.

Jaden: But I didn't.

Jaden: I lived someplace else, 'fore you and Daddy were my Mommy and Daddy.

Ophelia nods. It had been so long since Jaden lived with Anna and Calvin, but she supposes he still remembers his days before the Lemons, even if it mostly seems like he's blocked that out.

Jaden: Do you like the new baby more than me? Cuz I didn't grow in your belly?

Ophelia: Of course not. There's lots of different ways to become a family. Sometimes you're born into them, and sometimes you find each other. We love you, your sisters and the new baby just the same.

Jaden seems to believe her.

Ophelia: Now how can I turn that frown upside down, huh?

Jaden: Story?

Ophelia: You've got it.

Ophelia's back is killing her, and she's so tired, but she'll do what she has to in order to show her little boy how loved he is, no matter what.

Gemma seems to have tucked herself in, the independent queen, but Lulu's still running around.

Ophelia: Hey, you, bedtime!

Lulu: Playtime!

Ophelia: No, no playtime. You played enough when you splashed all your bath water on me. Bed!

Ophelia: Will a story help make bedtime easier?

Lulu: Story!

While Jaden has his own struggles with being adopted, becoming a big sibling will be a new transition for Lulu, and Ophelia wants to make sure she knows she'll always be there for her. One more story won't kill her.

Right as Lulu starts to doze off, our light sleeper stumbles over.

Gemma: Story? Momma, I want a story!

Gemma is independent, Ophelia knows that, but it's still important to make time for her eldest child, so Ophelia tells one last story. She can sleep when the kids are grown.

All that work to get everyone in bed only for Lulu to wake up a couple hours later to go splash in the toilet. This kid, I swear.

[jadeykitties]

its going to be so funny if ben’s the only one of my ocs whose birthday i remember to post about..............................................

[shipperofdoomedships]

This idea popped up in my head like two weeks ago and wouldn't go away so for what its worth here it is

When Jade and Tori first started dating, everyone assumed Jade would be her usual jealous self and scare away anyone that even talked to Tori who wasn’t part of their friend group. Much to everyone’s surprise Jade seemed to calm down significantly. When cautiously questioned about it by Cat one day Jade simply said “I trust Tori, I know she would never cheat on me and she knows I’d never cheat on her, plus she just makes me...happy” Cat’s eyes widened but she knew better than to push Jade any further with questions so she just smiled and gave Jade a hug saying “I’m happy for you Jadey, Sam makes me feel the same way. Hey we should totally go on a double date sometime!” Cat was honestly expecting an outright no or maybe even a small threat at the suggestion but another shock came when Jade simply said “Sure Cat, I’ll talk to Vega about it and we’ll plan something this weekend”. Cat squealed and rushed to find her phone to call Sam with the news. 

Tori on the other hand handled jealousy just a little bit different. She didn’t get jealous over people talking to Jade, she even laughed when she noticed someone trying to casually flirt with Jade and sometimes wished she had popcorn for when Jade verbally eviscerated whoever was foolish enough to try to come between them. One thing she hated though was when guys would openly leer at certain parts of Jade’s anatomy and make crude comments in hushed whispers. She knew her girlfriend was gorgeous. She would guiltily admit to checking her out (looking respectfully as she liked to think) before they ever started dating. What drove her up the wall was guys looking at Jade like an object. Tori knew the guys that did that would shit themselves if Jade ever caught them but they apparently had no issues doing it around her and even openly saying crude comments in front of her. They found out one day what a mistake that was. 

Tori was leaning against Jade’s locker scrolling through her phone and waiting on Jade to finish a project she was working on with Cat. She heard footsteps approaching behind her and she turned towards the noise. Much to her utter exasperation it was three of the guys who were usually the culprits when it came to ogling her girlfriend. Tori rolled her eyes when one started walking towards her with a smirk on his face. Tori was about to try to politely tell him to go away when he leaned against Jade’s locker with one hand, getting very much in Tori’s personal space and said “sooo, the guys and I have a bet going on if Jade’s nipples are pierced. Care to tell us so we know who won?” 

 To this day Tori doesn’t actually know what came over her in that moment, all she can remember is feeling absolute rage at his words and actions. Tori reached behind her and pulled a pair of scissors out of her back pocket. They were black and the handles were painted to look like they were splattered with blood. Tori had found them at a thrift store and knew Jade would love them. The guy looked at the scissors puzzled but before he could say anything Tori grabbed him by his shirt and flipped them slamming him against the locker. Pushing the tip of the scissors to his throat she said “Now you listen and make sure you hear every word I’m about to say, understood?” With wide eyes the guy jerkily nods and says “ok..sure..yeah..whatever you say”. Tori leans closer and pushes the scissors a little further against his throat and whispers loudly so the other guys can hear it too “Jade is my girlfriend, and even more she’s a human being. She is not some object for you to ogle and make crude comments about. I want it to stop now and I want it to not happen again, ever. Do you understand me?” The guy squeezes his legs together (Tori realizes later he did that to try to stop himself from peeing his pants) and squeaks out a “yes ma’am” before tears form in his eyes and he starts mumbling a prayer to whoever is listening. Tori removes the scissors from his throat and growls “Leave, now! Before I put real blood on these”. Not having to be told twice the guy and his two friends quickly sprint away and out of the school.  

Pocketing the scissors Tori turns around to lean on the locker again when she see’s Jade and Cat standing in front of her with varying expressions on their faces. Cat looks shocked and a little bit scared but quickly gives Tori a huge smile and says “That was awesome Tori!” before giving her a quick hug making Tori laugh. Tori looks up at Jade and for once she can’t immediately read Jade’s expression. Jade calmly walks closer to Tori and says “Cat, can you give Tori and I a minute?”. Cat smirks and says “KK” before skipping down the hallway and out of the school. Tori starts to say something but Jade immediately grabs Tori by the face and kisses the breath out of her. After a few minutes Lane walks by and says “Take it off school grounds please ladies”. Breaking apart Tori chuckles and says “Sorry Lane, we’re leaving now”. Jade takes Tori’s hand and they walk out of the school towards Cat who’s waiting by Jade’s car. Tori stops them after she realizes she forgot to give Jade her gift. Pulling the scissors from her back pocket she says “I found these the other day and immediately thought of you. I hope you like them”. Jade takes the scissors and smiles while inspecting them. She looks up at Tori after a few seconds with a soft smile on her face and says “Vega, how would you feel about us sharing a last name someday? I don’t care which one, and I know it won’t be for a few years. I just want you to know that I want to marry you one day.” Tori has a shocked smile on her face and promptly kisses Jade against her car then whispers in her ear “How about we hyphenate, Vega-West?” Jade smiles and nods but before she can lean in to kiss Tori again Cat pipes in with “Could you two stop making out long enough to take me home please? I also have a girlfriend I would like to be kissing right now”. Jade and Tori both chuckle before Jade says “Sure kitten, let’s get you home to Sam”. 

[whositmcwhatsit]

JADEY BABY i was perusing your masterlist thinking about rereading enjoyable slide when i noticed that- to my surprise- there was a third part to summer festival that id somehow missed when you posted it !!!!! what a wonderful surprise 🤩🤩🤩 didn't realize how much i missed darling sally and her poor overworked elvis until i was reading them again.! just wanted you to know how lovely and enjoyable i still find that sweet little series 🥰🫶🫶

What an absolutely lovely message to get! Weirdly, I have been idly daydreaming about Summer Festival Elvis lately while watching all the outtakes and unused footage from That's the Way It Is.

I'm pretty sure that the August 12th Midnight Show is the pinnacle of all human achievement and also the hottest Elvis ever looked (I reserve the right to change my mind at any time/constantly), which is saying something. When he's exhausted and his hair is soaked with sweat and sticking up in all directions and his eyes are heavy lidded and twinkling... What was I talking about again?

The sit down part of the show gets me like a punch to the gut. As he starts talking about Little Sister with sweat glittering on his eyelashes, I get why the girls pulled on their hair and screamed and fainted.

On the other hand, Aug 13 and the Red Ladder suit... See, how is anyone supposed to make a definitive statement about his hotness when he is just doing this all the time?!

Anyway, thank you so much for this message, the notion of anyone reading and enjoying my writing tickles every time I hear it. I love the idea of having a small part in making someone's day a little better, especially using my delusions and daydreams. We've come a long way from when my friends used to keep a tally chart of how often I mentioned Elvis and would try to perform interventions as only a disgruntled group of pre-teens could.

[luveline]

jadey you write poly marauders in such a special way it feels so realistic i love it so much 🥹 how do you think it would go if reader and one of them get into a fight/argument? like how would it affect the overall dynamic? (if this inspires anything pls go for it 💕💕💕)

thank you for requesting! fem

Remus lays with his head on your shoulder, but he’s not happy about it. James and Sirius aren’t subtle. They’d forced the two of you together and yes, Remus has missed you, but he doesn’t want to speak to you and he’s sure you’re feeling the same. 

You have put your hand atop his, not holding but resting there. He might be forgiven. He hopes he’s forgiven, but he doesn’t forgive you, so. 

James has made Remus’ favourite popcorn, freshly popped and doused in butter and caramel he made himself with sugar over the hob. Remus takes great grateful handfuls, given the added benefit of James’ smug smiling. Each piece he eats is like James’ receiving a job well done, and Potter’s can’t help but preen. 

Sirius sneaks bits of it over you. You don’t eat any, pointedly, your leg on Sirius’ knee and your foot wagging constantly. Restless. Annoyed. 

“Will you be angry with each other forever?” Sirius asks. 

“Sirius.”  

“What? I’m just asking.” 

“You’re being abrupt,” James says. 

Remus sighs until they both stop talking. He doesn’t know how long you’ll be angry with one another. For him it seems to come and go, and it doesn’t always help that James is neutral about it while Sirius’ loudly complains that you’re not yet over it after a frosty weekend. He wishes one of them would’ve backed him up, but then, he can’t imagine how that would feel for you. It’s not like he wants you to be upset. It’s just an unfortunate consequence of the whole thing. 

You’d cried when you argued but you’d been angry, too, quipping at him with a sharp tongue, not afraid to say what you’d felt, just overwhelmed enough to come to tears. They weren’t, you know, devastated tears or anything, but Remus had felt a pit open where his stomach was supposed to be as Sirius (Sirius, and not James, which felt important at the time) curled his arm around you and encouraged you to take a breather. 

James had stayed, giving Remus a good hug as he’d murmured, “That got too heated, huh? You okay?” 

Remus gets weird about James. About all of you, but James had been his first crush, so sometimes he feels rather daunted in the face of his affection. James likes that he can make Remus blush, but nobody’s acted very fond these last few days. It’s weird. It’s all off. The love is still there, but it’s like everyone’s afraid of showing it. 

You argued about something Remus said, and you misunderstood, and then something you said and Remus understood very well. Never the end of the world, but Remus is stubborn. He shouldn’t be. 

Remus turns his hand slowly under yours. To his relief, you let him do it, sliding your fingers between his. 

He lifts his head a touch. You don’t look at him. Sirius grins from the other side of you, and Remus ignores him. 

You slip further down into the sofa, Remus going with you, the whole group of you tired from a weekend on eggshells. 

Having seemed rather far away for the afternoon, you begin to relax. You force Remus’ head up to tuck yourself into his neck. When the movie ramps into a loud scene of gunshots and high speed car chase, you lift your lips to his ear and say, “I’m sorry, Lupin, but don’t you ever speak to me like that again.” 

He’d bristle if you didn’t sound teasing. Remus squeezes your hand, turns to see your face, and whispers back. “I’ll talk to you any way I like.” You huff a laugh. He’s so pleased to see a smile on your face that his resentment drains away completely. “I’m sorry, too,” he says. 

You nod at him. You accept his apology as he’d taken yours. An hour of being sat arm to arm and a half hour of hand-holding has reminded you both how much you really, really like the other. 

“Can we kiss and make up?” James asks. 

“I think that’s usually saved for the arguing parties,” Remus says. 

“We can argue, if you like,” you tell James. 

“Shall we?” James asks. 

Sirius argues with Remus once a week at least —nothing serious— and he knows the potency of a rough makeup kiss, sending him a knowing, inviting smile. “We can argue, Moony,” he says. 

Remus hugs you with one arm. “I’ve had enough arguing. I’m never doing it again.” 

“Good. I’m very tired, playing peacekeeper and all,” James says, slouching away from everyone. “Exhausted, even.” 

“What shall we do to make it up for him?” Remus asks you, having quickly descended into sickly sweetness, a murmur pressed into your cheek. 

“What does he want?” 

“What do you want, James?” 

James sits up. “Well, it wasn’t just me, you know. Sirius has been comic relief two days running. He’s not usually this funny otherwise.” 

“I resent that.” 

“Luckily for you both, there’s two of us,” Remus says.

You laugh, because you know what Sirius will say before he says it. “No!” you say, lifting a foot to kick at his leg. 

“Don’t be so rude,” Sirius says, grabbing you by the ankle. 

James decides you’ll celebrate with a takeaway and Sirius decides he’ll pick which one for being so diligently well-behaved this weekend, leaving you and Remus alone for the first time all day. Things feel a bit more raw, less soothed, but not bad. Remus peels away from you to look at you properly. 

“You okay?” you ask. 

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” 

“I’m okay if you are.” 

Remus taps your under the jaw, a little to the left, encouraging you to turn your head. He kisses you on the cheek. 

In the kitchen, James and Sirius giggle like school kids. Somebody gets a good whack in with a tea towel, and the other shrieks. “You thing!” Sirius says. 

Remus feels your side shake with laughter.