Desperately Need James Or Remus To Make All My Decisions For Me. I Dont Want To Think At ALL

Desperately need James or Remus to make all my decisions for me. I don’t want to think at ALL😭

Remus has your hand in his as he leads you towards the bookstore.

You’d been anticipating a new read for the last couple of weeks and wanted to see if the bookstores finally got it.

“Do you think they’ll have it Remmy? I really don’t want to get it online.”

You swing your interlocked fingers, walking in step with your boyfriend as the October winds whip past you both.

It’s not biting cold, no sting in the wind yet but it’s cold enough to chill you.

“They’ll have it dove.” You don’t know that Remus had called ahead and had made sure they had the book and another you’d been looking forward too as well.

You’re still swinging your hands when Remus stops in the road, your body stilling a second later.

“Why’d we stop?” You ask, face a little red from the cold as you look up at him.

“Light’s red, dovey.” Your eyes follow the finger pointing to the stop sign and you nod.

“Didn’t notice.” You shrug, your hand moving from his palm to his bicep while you wait.

You don’t see it, but Remus beams when you tuck your face into his arm. It was a throwaway comment to you, but to Remus it means that you have full trust in him, in what you’re doing together and he can’t help but feel his heart speed up because of it.

thinking about doing that one bow trend with rafe 🎀

you’d literally have to beggggg him, he’d be like “what? why? fucking stupid.”

you’re more pissed off than anything, if you’re being honest the picture is more for you than it is for anything else. rafe’s biceps turned you on like nothing else ever could. you had so many pictures of rafe’s arms, it was embarrassing but oh my god they just did something to you.

“cmon, it’s just a cute little trend. please?”

“fine,” he could never say no to you. ever. even when he put up a fight, he never had intentions of saying no to you.

you took the light pink strip of ribbon you had and tied it around his arm, a heat growing between your legs just from touching rafe’s arms and seeing how big and juicy they looked.

rafe watched as you tied the ribbon around his arm, you barely had enough, underestimating how big his arms really were, despite literally gripping onto them every time he fucks you.

you snapped a picture, more than a few but rafe didn’t need to know that.

“that’s it?” rafe asked.

“yeah,” you giggled, you had no intentions of posting it anywhere, you took those pictures to keep them all to yourself.

rafe flexed his bicep, making the ribbon fall off his arm completely. “you like these big arms don’t you baby?” rafe said in a cocky tone, half joking, half not. “my turn to get what i want,” he tackled you with kisses.

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."

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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

this is so beautiful<33!!

hi i love your work and was wondering if you could write drew starkey x fem reader based off the lines “she hates compliments. — i do. — we’re working on that.” from your most recent drew work??

i feel like it’d be super cute to see how drew helps the reader feels more comfortable receiving compliments and affection plus how he’d react to her telling him how she isn’t used to it/isn’t incredibly comfortable

Actions speak louder than words

Drew starkey x reader

Masterlist

A/n: if you guys feel like this one is personal, it’s probably bc it is. I’ve been waiting MONTHS to write this one. The quotes on the request are from this fic and also, writing this made me realize that my writing is more poetic when I’m in my bed for some strange reason and I didn’t know where I was going with the f*ing analogy at the end, I still don’t know if it makes any sense.

“I also remember that the smallest gesture of affection would bring a lump to my throat, whether it was directed at me or at someone else”

Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

Word count: 1.9k

So subtle it hurts.

“Like this?” you asked him as you positioned yourself in front of the golf ball. It happened a few days before your official first date and you were hanging out with the cast at an indoor golf place but you decided to step away to spend some time alone.

“Yeah that’s it. Make sure you keep your hands there before you swing” he instructed.

And after some teaching from him, you hit the ball and it actually went far. You both celebrated.

“Good job! I knew you could do it”

You didn’t really know why but your heart dropped to your stomach and your smile faced and as always, he noticed the slightest change in you.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly “Did you hurt yourself?”

You blinked “No, no I just– it’s nothing”

He approached you slowly without any sudden movements, making sure that you knew he wasn’t planning on hurting you in any way and took the golf club from your hands “Hey–” he spoke softly “What’s wrong, beautiful? It’s not nothing, talk to me”

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now. Can we just go back to the others?” you asked with teary eyes as you tried to avoid his gaze.

“Yeah we can but just know, whenever you need me–whatever it is, just say the word” he assured, earning a soft nod from you. “Can I hug you?”

You nodded again and melted in his arms. There weren’t many people you let get that close but you allowed him and you were glad you did.

Confessions.

You sat at a small table while you spoke about what either of you expected in a relationship and as Madelyn had reminded you, you needed to be honest with him.

“Do you–” you paused, taking a deep breath and preparing to maintain eye contact “Do you remember what happened the other day when we were playing golf? When it was just us”

He nodded “Did i do something wrong? Maybe i touched you in some way you didn’t like–”

“No it wasn’t anything you did, you’re beyond respectful” you assured “It was something you said that i don’t hear often”

“What do you mean?”

You cussed under your breath, worry began slipping into your system “I don’t want this to change the way you see me or think of me”

He shook his head “Y/n, you don’t have to worry about any of that”

“No, I do. Because I really like you and I want this to work…” he nodded for you to continue “You said ‘good job’ and it just felt like the ice under my feet cracked making me fall into freezing cold water and i don’t want it to feel that way forever”

“Did you feel that way when i said that you looked beautiful when i came to pick you up?”

“I did and that reaction just hurts more when it comes from you. It should feel good, I know it should because I feel guilty when it doesn’t. So I understand if you don’t want any of this. You don’t have to fix what you didn’t break” you admitted painfully, your eyes still on his.

He rested his hand on the table, palm upwards for you to take if you wanted to do so, you did. His thumb caressed your skin lightly as his touch made your breathing hitch and your heart speed up. “Neither do you. You shouldn’t do it alone either way.

Heart to heart.

It started with little things, the common things. He brought flowers every time you went on a date, even just a single rose which never failed to bring tears to your eyes. Drew always walked you to your apartment after every date or outing with friends. You’d step in and he’d lean on the doorway just to admire you for a few more minutes. You soon discovered that his gaze calmed you yet intrigued you beyond understanding, always afraid that he’d see something in you that he shouldn’t have seen and that he’d just never come back to finish what he started.

“I always wonder what crosses your mind when you look at me”

He smiled “Do you want to know?”

Your breathing staggered as the truth commonly felt like a newly sharpened knife, the kind used in five star restaurants to craft meals that never failed to amaze, except for you, there was never a meal after or a sharp kitchen utensil that to you was dull, one that you would attempt to let mark you, over and over again until you looked in the mirror and saw it too.

“I don’t know if I'm strong enough” you whispered.

He nodded in understanding yet spoke anyway “I wonder how someone could hurt someone so beautiful and full of love”

You shook your head with a tight smile that soon turned into a frown “It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter anymore”

“It does when it took so much violence to become that gentle. It’s not fair to you to feel unlovable when you have so much love to give; such beauty and tenderness should be adored, worshiped even”

Actions.

The truth. His truth and only his, felt like a promise, the one present you ask for when you’re little thinking that you won’t get but you do. And there it was years later, beautifully wrapped with a note and a bow, the same kind of present you received on the birthday party he organized for you with your closest friends. He wiped your tears with his thumb lightly.

“They are happy tears” you assured while your voice shook.

“Yeah? Are you okay?”

“I will be” you admitted and for the first time, you actually believed those words.

Little by little you became more comfortable with touch, touch you began to realize how much you craved and how little it burned. It didn’t really matter where you were, it never did and when you moved in together he made sure you knew that things wouldn’t change, that you didn’t escape a burning house to break into another that would only burn you farther.

You had been living together for months and his creativity still surprised you.

You woke up to an empty bed and some noise in the kitchen. You got up and entered the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. When you lifted your eyes, they landed on your reflection and you noticed a little post-it stuck on the mirror. It read ‘Good morning, gorgeous. You stole my shirt again but I'd be lying if I said I didn't buy it solely because I knew you’d wear it’ and you smiled, the way you did everyday since you met him. Those were the little things you cherished, the ones you kept in a shoe box under your bed as if they were some precious stone kept in a museum. A box full of other notes, little trinkets he gave you because they made him think of you, polaroid pictures and letters, oh the letters he wrote.

On the days he knew you’d check the letterbox, he’d write a letter and leave it there for you. You’d read it on the way up to your apartment smiling to yourself or he’d simply hide them around the house for you to find. Under your pillow, as a bookmark in a book he saw you read, in drawers he knew you’d open…It didn’t matter if he was at home with you or away but when he was, he’d read them out loud for you. Distance wasn’t stopping that man in any way because his actions and intentions would turn the world upside down just to find you, it wasn’t only texts, no. It was reminders, voicemails and even made up events in your calendar.

“Event: ‘I love you’

Notes: I will put the world at your feet. I will love you as long as i love -Drew”

Shared playlists’ names weren’t just names, they were messages making sure that you heard how much he appreciated your existence just like the song titles weren’t just titles anymore, nor were the lyrics when he’d approach you with the brightest eyes you’d ever seen “This song made me think of you”

Nothing he did was meaningless and love didn’t hurt anymore:

Healing.

You’d enter the kitchen soon after, often trying to disguise your smile too. Sometimes you’d feel ashamed when such words would make you feel lightheaded and sensitive, so you hid it as best as you could but somethings just have too great of an impact to simply put away, to ignore. He sure couldn’t and neither could you, not when his words and actions made you self aware of the existence of your pumping heart.

“Good morning” he’d greet while he flipped the pancakes.

“Good morning, you woke up early” you’d note, somewhat insinuating that you had seen his little morning craft. He’d smile, so brightly that you’d assume the existence of a second sun.

“You know that only takes me a few seconds but i’m glad it made you smile”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you’d joke, flustered. He’d chuckle and lean over the kitchen bar to peck your lips. If you avoided the subject, he’d let it be and if not, he’d continue praising you, he too, acknowledging the existence of a second burning star in the morning sky at the sight of your smile.

“I didn’t wake up that early…I had a dream about you so i slept a little longer”

You’d hide your face with your hands and groan “How do you come up with all these compliments?!”

He’d chuckle “You really have no idea what a charming memory you are to me”

And when it came to admitting the love you had for the other, his words were never the usual three. They were intense, meaningful and direct. They had such a way of cutting through your being with the utmost tenderness to reach your soul yet they weakened your knees as if you had walked to every corner on earth just to find that kind of love.

“I love you” you whispered as you both laid in bed. You had said it before or at least tried to, each time far too afraid that those words would be the fuel he’d use to leave in his car.

He turned to you “I loved you then, i love you now and i'm certain i’ll love you forever. Y/n, there is never a moment in which i do not adore you”

Believing that compliments are just adjectives might be a mistake many make. They open a dictionary, pick the words that sound best and keep them close to spread like a variety of wildflower seeds, all to bloom so colorful and different. They appear in a small patch in different places except sometimes they don’t, people who walk that path, see that one precious flower and pick it over and over again until it refuses to grow. And then if you don’t spread those seeds, no flowers will grow at all. Why can’t they be like the sun or maybe the rain, they should come as events that happen regularly and impact someone's day, they should drench them with care and tint them with love. They aren’t just words, they shouldn’t be.

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oh to be rafe's kook princess so he can take me golfing

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