Remus And Reader Get Into A Fight And Then He Gets Super Clingy Afterwards And Its Just Fluffy

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remus and reader get into a fight and then he gets super clingy afterwards and it’s just fluffy <33🙏🙏🙏

omg this is perfect!!

I kinda get “Mine (Taylor’s Version)” vibes because the album just came out. thank you for requesting this

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐑.𝐋

summary: you and Remus get into a fight about his lycanthropy.

warnings: angst to fluff, insecure remus. use of y/n and not proof read, because I’m lazy lol.

pairings: remus lupin x reader

“This is not up for discussion,” Remus said, curtly.

You huffed, looking at him like he was crazy. The situation you were in was tough, but all you wanted to do was make sure he was okay. You had suggested that you help Remus with his full moons. Remus argued it was too dangerous for you and that he wanted to keep you safe. The lycanthrope though he was a monster and would hurt you if given the chance.

And Remus would not let the wolf get the chance.

“Why? Not? I want to be around. I want to help you,” you said. You knew it was stubborn — deep down. You weren’t an animagus like James, Sirius, and Peter. But you were training with Madame Pomphrey to become a nurse.

“You can’t be around at night. I could hurt you. I’m a monster!” He argued, just as stubborn as you.

“Remus, you are not a monster! What if you get badly hurt and I’m not there to help you in time?” You argued, tears coming to your eyes.

“It’s not your job to be there. You don’t need to be there! Maybe I don’t want you there, have you ever thought about that?!” Remus snapped.

Thunder crashed outside in the storm, as lighting stuck in the distance. A tear fell from your right eye and you quickly wiped it away. You needed to get out of your dorm. You needed to be away from him.

“You know, pushing me away is what is actually hurting me. What you just said, hurt me,” you replied, wiping away tears. You then stormed out of your dorm room and out of the Gryffindor common room.

And I remember that night 2:30 am, as everything was slipping right out of our hands.

I ran out crying, and you followed me out into the street.

Remus followed you immediately after you left. You ran out into the court yard and rain was pouring down upon you. You caught your breath, thinking this was the end. You felt that that Remus was going to push you away so much that you would lose him.

Braced myself for the goodbye, ‘cause it’s all I’ve ever know.

“Y/n wait!” Remus shouted. He caught up with you and you both were getting soaked from the rain.

You turned to him and looked into his eyes sadly. He continued to speak. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you away. I love you and I know you want to make sure I’m okay. But you’re safety is important to me,” Remus confessed.

And you took me by surprise. You said “I’ll never leave you alone”

“You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine,” Remus said, pulling you into his arms.

“I love you Remus. I don’t want you to feel insecure around me or feel like you don’t deserve love. You are not a monster and I will always be around to help you. In whatever way makes you the most comfortable,” you replied, catching his lips in a kiss.

Remus returned the kiss, passionately. The rain making the moment ever more romantic. There were undeniable sparks flying between the two of you.

He knew he never wanted to let you go again. Remus would never push you away after that night. He clung onto you as much as he could.

Once you were both dried off and snuggled in your bed, Remus had his arms protectively around your waist. Your head was snuggled into his chest.

“I never want to let you go,” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head and resting his chin on your forehead.

“Then don’t, because I’m never letting you go,” you replied, smelling his warm cotton knitted sweater. He smelled of chocolate and cigarettes. It was comforting and warm. The two of you eventually fell asleep in each others arms, waking up the next day in the same cuddled position.

A/n- I loved writing this!!!! Remus is the loml. Please send me more requests, I enjoy receiving them <3

he holds his hand out for you… and with a smile you take it and hop up, swinging your leg over so you’re straddling the back seat on his bike.

taking the extra helmet from his hand you admire the silver engraving of your first initial and his last initial on the side of the black helmet, looking up at him, your cheeks flush bright pink and he smiles cheekily.

sliding the helmet over your head, you tighten the band so it fits on your head and clip the band to keep it secure as he tightens the gloves on his hands, flexing his fingers.

once you’re seated comfortably, you guide your arms around his waist, tapping on his chest softly to signal that you’re all ready. he looks back to check once more and you nod with a smile, even though he’s unable to see it through the helmet

rafe leans forward and grips the handle bars tightly, reving the engine a few times before kicking up the kickstand up and slowly pulling out of your driveway

he was sure to keep his bike as steady as possible when driving along the dirt roads, as to not scare you.

you were surprised to say the least, remembering how he drives when he’s by himself or with his friends

tapping his shoulder, he looks back flipping the viser on his helmet up, “everything okay?”

flipping your own viser up, you nod “great,” leaning forward some so he could hear you better, you smile, “you don’t have to be so careful, you know.”

“i won’t break.” you add with a devious smirk, he nods, his lips curling up to match yours, “i know that baby,” — “but you’re just too special for me to risk it.”

heat rises in your cheeks and you turn away with a smile, “go a little faster? for me?” you plead, he nods, “hold on tight for me, yea?”

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hi lovey <33 i admire your work so much and hope life is treating you well <3

not to bug you but i was wondering if you could write this thought for me? the thought being drunk rafe and he's so touchy and sweet with you. he's like, "i'm gonna marry you one day" all saccharine sweet and you're like, "baby u have to sleep" and he's like, "okay but what flowers should be have at our wedding?" ahhhh it’s just so cute!

╰┈➤ drunk rafe gets a little emotional

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing.

summary: barry delivers y/n a very early birthday present, a very loved up, drunk rafe.

“incoming!” barry called from the front of the house, causing y/n to rush from the kitchen. she wasn’t too surprised, barry had called her not too long ago, warning her he was bringing rafe home, yet failed to mention the state he was in.

pulling the door open in a flash, she ran out hurriedly, expecting some sort of crime scene, as usual. yet was pleasantly surprised to find her boyfriend stumbling up the drive way, an arm slung around barry’s shoulder.

“bare! look! that’s my girlfriend, have you met her? awh man, she’s great!” he gushed, pointing towards her frantically. chuckling, barry shot y/n an apologetic glance, knowing she was in for a long night with this one.

“yes, rafe. i’ve met her plenty of times..” he sighed, pushing his friend through the front door, accidentally sending him crashing onto the floor.

ignoring the drunken mess behind her, she turned to barry, thanking him for bringing rafe home safely, for once.

closing the door behind her, she turned to her boyfriend, humming and harring about what to do with him. “okay, come on” she huffed, ushering him up the stairs. “where are we going?” he beamed excitedly, turning to face her, grinning ear to ear. “we’re going to bed baby”

“bed? no, i want to spend time with you angel..” he cooed, tripping over the last step, distracted by her sheer beauty. “you can, in bed” she stated, attempting to be stern with the intoxicated, six foot two giant now holding onto the wooden railing for dear life.

“fine, fineee…” he slurred, following her into the bedroom like a kicked puppy.

once she’d convinced him to get under the covers, she did the same, kicking her slippers to the side.

after a moments silence, she internally cursed at his sudden need to ramble on.

“you know, i love you so much. like, you are just so amazing, and-and so beautiful it like, honestly? it makes me want to throw up..” he gushed, turning around to face her, pressing a wet kiss to the tip of her nose.

she lay silent as he continued, talking him to herself about her as if she wasn’t there.

“when we get married, can we have a big cake? i love cake..” he sighed, his mind drifting to all types of baked goods.

“yes of course, if..you go to sleep, now” she suggested, awaiting a drunken refusal.

“yes ma’am!” he cheered, saluting her before turning back over, too far gone to go on his usual rant about her hair is always in his face.

taking the win, she rested her head on his back, appreciating the heat radiating from him. just as her mind fogged over, her ears perked up once more.

“we should get a dog…”

You Know Me

Daryl reassures you that nothing ever happened between him and Leah.

content warning: 18+ for mature themes and suggestive material, insecurity, reader character asking if Daryl cheated (he would never), hurt/comfort, reader and Daryl are married, lots of pet names and domestic bliss, some praise at the end, very anti Leah Shaw.

"Daryl, when you were out there looking for Rick-"

You've had this conversation many times over the past few years, but for a while you had forgotten all about it. You were happy with him, your husband, the man who you knew would give everything to keep you safe. You two had gone through so much together from the very beginning, and after the Whisperers were gone you thought it would be a good time to settle down with Daryl and focus on building a family. Everything was okay- until she showed up.

You knew what Leah had done to him, how she tortured him for information. He wouldn't tell you everything, but when he came back from that place, from the Reapers, he was different. He was hurting.

"It was her," he had told you as soon as you were in his arms again. "It was Leah."

You didn't speak the rest of the night, you just listened.

Now, a few months later, it's on your mind again. You hate that it is, you know your husband is busy with work and he doesn't need to hear about your insecurities. You know you should be focused on settling into your new home, building a new life here in the Commonwealth- yet you can't help but think back on unresolved conversations from the past.

Judith and RJ are with Carol for the night, and you've made dinner with whatever you could afford at one of the little grocery stores in town- it was so surreal having this domestic bliss with Daryl, it would be a shame to ruin it by rehashing old haunts. You can't help it, you've tried for so long to keep your questions to yourself but they keep piling up. You just want peace.

He's exhausted when he comes home, you can tell by the way he groans when he pulls off each piece of that ridiculous suit armor. All you want is to take care of him, to give him a warm meal and take him to bed to relieve his stress, but you have to have that talk first. If you don't do it now, you know you'll just keep putting it off.

"Hey, sunshine." His voice is so soft and full of so much love. You can hear how bad he just wants to love on you, and the way he looks at you makes your heart clench.

"Hey, handsome. How was it today? Mercer go easy on you this time?"

He scoffs and you can't help the smile that creeps onto your face. He doesn't need to say more, you've become a master at reading his nonverbal cues. By the look he gives you, you know he's had a long day.

"Hey, Dar'?"

"Yes, my love?"

He gets up from where he was sitting to unlace his boots, dropping them by the door so he can wrap his arms around your waist. He looks hungry, and not for the lasagna you have cooking in the oven. You want to give into his desires, you want nothing more than to have him take out his frustrations of the day on you, but you'd be thinking of her the entire time.

"I need to ask you something."

"Okay, babygirl, ask me somethin'." His head dips to the curve of your neck and his mouth latches onto your skin, his hands rubbing up and down your sides and your back. You don't want to ruin this moment, he seems so content just standing here with you. "Go ahead, 'fore I throw ya over my shoulder and take ya to bed."

"Daryl, stop." You push him away and all the joy from his face disappears. It makes you feel sick. "It's serious."

He nods, his hands resting on your hips, unmoving. His entire demeanor shifts. "Okay, sweetheart, I've got all night. Do you want to sit?"

"Yeah," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

He takes your hands, noting that they're shaking, and pulls you into the small livingroom so the two of you can do this sitting on the couch. He's incredibly attentive, and you can tell he's running through every possible scenario in his mind. You can tell that he doesn't know what he did wrong and he's scared you're leaving him.

"What's goin' on? Talk to me. I'm right here, you can ask me anythin'." It takes you a moment, and as much as he wants to be patient with you, he can't take the silence. "Sweetheart, I'm real worried right now, please talk to me."

"Daryl, when you were out there looking for Rick," you can't even look at his face, "and you met that woman in the woods. Leah. What happened between you two?"

A deep sigh deflates his lungs, his hands curling around yours. He understands your question, you asked him this many times during the first few years after he came back home. He had been patient with you every time, and he always will be.

"You know me, you know I didn't do anythin' that would hurt ya." He knows you can't bring yourself to look at him, but he needs you to. He reaches up to take your chin in his hand, gently turning your face towards him. "Sweetheart, ya know me."

"Then tell me everything, please? The truth, the full truth."

Your voice sounds so desperate and he hates that he's made you feel this way. He hates that you're scared and it's his fault. He's supposed to protect you from this.

His eyes never leave yours, and you watch as they well with tears. "I missed you, when I was out there. I missed ya so bad, honey," his own voice breaks but he keeps going. "I met her and I thought she would be a good ally to have. Someone to trade with, someone to... talk to."

"Talk to?" You pull your hands from his, turning your face away.

"Talk to," he repeats. "Just talk. Not the way I know you're thinkin' right now, so stop thinkin' it." He ducks his head down, trying so hard to meet your gaze. "Stop thinkin' it."

"I can't. I think about it all the time."

"How often do ya waste your time thinkin' bout that woman? She's not worth all that, she ain't. She was an awful person. She tried to hurt our family." He takes your face in his hands again, needing you to really hear him. "She tried to hurt me."

"You were out there with her for so long," you protest, tears threatening to spill. "I waited for you, I was alone and you were with her."

"Not like that. Nothin' ever happened. I told ya about her as soon as Carol brought you out there to visit me. I never kept her from ya, I've never kept anythin' away from ya unless it was to keep ya alive." He sounds so desperate for you to believe him, to trust him again. "You gotta know that."

"But you always went back to her and you never came home-"

Admitting that out loud is your last straw. You break down, sobbing openly in front of him. He hasn't seen you cry like this for a while, and never because of him. He pulls you against his chest without a second thought, wrapping his strong arms around you tight.

You believe him, but a part of you is still terrified that he's keeping something from you. You can't shake that feeling, even as he takes your face in both of his hands and stares down into your eyes. "The truth, Daryl. Please, baby?"

"It wasn't like that at all, honey. I shared shelter with her, never even slept in the same room. I promise." He feels so guilty even though he knows for a fact he never did anything unfaithful, he never even considered it for a moment. "I wanted to come home to you so bad, I thought about you all the time- every night. I only stayed with her 'cause she was out there where I was lookin' for Rick.

"Sweetheart, 'm real sorry I kept that from ya, but ya gotta know it was never like that for me. I never once thought of her like that, never. I was never attracted to her neither, so don't even ask that." He tilts your chin up, smiling. "You're the only one I got eyes for, and that hasn't changed the entire time I've known ya."

"I left when I realized she had the wrong idea 'bout me. That's the part I never told ya, that I turned tail and ran the moment I realized she had feelin's for me. I didn't want you to ever think, even for a second, that I returned those feelings, 'cause I didn't. The most I ever felt was guilty for leavin' her there on her own, that's why I went back to look for her. I felt responsible, and I wondered what would've happened if I hadn't left like that. I thought somethin' awful happened to her, I thought it was my fault."

It hurts to know he had kept that from you, but you understand why. You understand that he wanted to avoid this exact conversation.

You reach out for him, placing your shaking hands on his chest, and you can feel his taut muscles relax under your palms. You can feel the relief your touch brings him.

"When she took me hostage," he continues, placing one large hand over the two of your small ones, keeping them pressed firmly to his chest. "I played her so I could keep our family safe. That's all that happened."

"Did you-"

"No." He knows what you were going to ask. "Even when I was undercover and tryin' to stay on her good side, I never touched her. Not at all. Never even thought 'bout it, honey."

"Would you have, if you had to? If rejecting her would've blown your cover?"

His hand curls around yours, squeezing reassuringly. "Never. Keepin' our family safe is important to me, but when I married ya-" His voice cracks, tears now freely spilling down his sunkissed face. "I made a vow, an' I don't break my vows. Not when it's you. I'd rather die than betray you, and I'd choose you over everyone else, every time. You know that, right?"

You nod slowly, scrambling to pull yourself onto his lap, needing to be closer.

"Good girl," he sighs into your hair, his voice a low growl as his large hands help position you on his lap. "Good girl. Now, I never want you to think about that woman again, okay? Can ya do that for me? Can ya forget her? She doesn't matter, she never did. I never felt anythin' for her and nothin' ever happened between us. The best thing that ever came of that situation was Dog, you love Dog."

When you don't respond, he runs his fingers through your hair and whispers against your ear, "can ya at least try? Can ya do that for me, sweetheart? Just try."

You press yourself closer to his warm body, hiding your face in his neck so he doesn't see the way he makes you so bashful. "Okay, I'll try to forget. I'll really, really try."

"That's my girl."

"I'm so sorry for this, Daryl," you whisper, shame and guilt starting to set in.

"Don't you dare apologize, sweetheart. I'll have none of that. If it made you feel better, I'm happy we had this talk."

You pull back just enough to look at him, and for the first time in a long time, you feel completely at peace. "Thank you."

He smiles at you, bouncing you in his lap to let you know he wants to get up. "I smelled lasagna when I came home, and I'd really like to feed you while we lay in bed completely naked. That sound like a good night?"

"Hell yeah it does."

He stands with you still wrapped around him, holding your thighs to support your weight as he carries you across the room towards the kitchen.

"You're the only woman I'd ever want to do that with, sunshine."

"I'm flattered, big guy."

lovelovelove!!!!!!!!!

ahh i want to give spencer a million kisses!! like just hold his face and kiss him awwhhh! he deserved so much love <3

you don’t have to write anything on this if you don’t want ofc!!

Ugh, he deserves all the kisses in the world!! Also, I apologize for taking so long to answer this. I know you said I didn't have to write anything, but I just couldn't resist <33 wc: 612

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“You okay?”

You blink up at him from where you’re tucked into his side, suddenly aware that you’re staring. Your cheeks warm, “Hm?”

His brows crease. You watch his gaze flit over your face briefly before he asks again, “Are you okay?” “‘Course, why?” The corners of his mouth quirk up in a knowing sort of way that makes it hard to fight off your own smile, “You’ve been staring at me.” You blow a sheepish puff of laughter out your nose. He lifts his arm from your shoulders to let you shift onto your knees, his hands finding your hips as you toss a bare leg over to bracket his lap between them. Thumbs sneak up the hems of your sleep shorts and find the divot where your thighs meet your pelvis, massaging a line into the flesh there.

Brushing his hair out of his face, you take a second to really look at him. The shape of his lips, the curve of his jaw. How he looks up at you with those sweet brown eyes full of nothing but love. You trail the tip of your middle finger down the bridge of his nose and they close. His lashes kiss the perpetual dark circles under his eyes.

“It’s so unfair.” 

His eyes open and his mouth pouts in that subtle way it does on the rare occasion he’s confused, “What’s unfair?” “How pretty you are all the time.” His cheeks pink. You grin at your victory, “I mean seriously, how are the rest of us supposed to compete when you look like this all the time.”

His throat bobs a little as he fights off a smile, “Not– Not all the time.” You gawk at him dramatically and he snorts.

“Yes, all the time.” He simpers and looks away, shy under your praise. You dip your head to catch his gaze, unrelenting, “Of all people, I think I’ve stared at you long enough to know.”

He makes a little half-hearted sound of protest as he drops his head into the crook of your neck and you chuckle, “What, you don’t believe me?”

He doesn’t reply, only noses at the curve of your jaw. You take that as his answer and decide you won’t have it, “I can be very convincing, you know.”

“Mm-hm?”

Before he has any time to react, you start peppering small pecks over the side of his face. Quick, sweet things that have him laughing and scrunching his ear to his shoulder when you trail them down his neck. He pulls his face away in an attempt to escape your attack but only makes it easier for you to hold his face in place to kiss just about every inch of it.

He yelps your name, cheeks dimpled and burning red. Your own smile makes it hard to keep kissing him. You’re undeterred.

“Baby–,” He tries. Your lips find his forehead, “Y/n!”

He catches your face between his palms, cheeks smushed between as he pushes you back to look at you. His eyes are wide. His smile incredulous, reeling from the sudden onslaught of affection.

“You believe me now?” You grin after he’s deemed you trustworthy enough to return his hands to your waist. “Yes!” He nods, eyes creased with his laughter, “Yes, I believe you.”

“Told you.” You beam, cradling his face in your hands as you lean forward to kiss him as best you can when you’re both smiling so wide. You pull back to sing-song, “Very convincing.” “Mm-hm.” He hums and laughs again, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours when his smile grows too wide to keep kissing you, “Very convincing.”

love love love this <333

I need a domestic Spencer blurb pls!!!

"You're so tired," Spencer notes, looking at you with a little smile. It's filled with love and tenderness, and it makes your heart swell.

"A little." You admit, but you both know you're lying. It's been a long, exhausting three days, and you're so grateful to be on the jet home.

He puts his book down on the table, opening his arm up so you can tuck yourself under it. No one's looking, but you're far too tired and in need of comfort for him to turn down the offer.

It's not a big space, but you pull your feet up onto the seat, laying your body across his lap where you can rest your head on his lap. It doesn't look comfortable, but it surprisingly is.

His book stays abandoned on the table as he rests his hand on your neck where his thumb can stroke over your cheek gently.

"Tell me something." You request sleepily.

Spencer happily obliges, starting on a ramble about different types of clouds. It's just based on what he's seeing out the window, but it's the most interesting thing you've heard.

"You can sleep, you know?" He pauses mid-sentence to tell you. "I can tell you're holding back."

"Wanna listen to you." You whine quietly, words slurring a little.

He chuckles slightly. "I'll tell you the same thing at home if you can't sleep tonight." He promises.

"Looking forward to it." You finally let your eyes slip closed, relaxing just a little more.