#fvsbeachday

omg! you sure can! i was feeling a bit angst in this one, maybe james sticking his foot in his mouth and not realizing it. so here's him doing just that! (it ends nice though, obviously)

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It's like the entire pub goes quiet when you hear it. James is maybe three paces in front of you, speaking to some girls you think you know. You can't see his face but you bet he's smiling, being kind and handsome and flirty like he always is. You plan to slide under his arm and exhibit a tiny bit of possessiveness as you give him his drink but then you hear one of the girls ask about you.

"Are you two, like, together?"

James shrugs. "Why, are you about to ask me to dinner, Vance?"

In that instant, one of the girls spots you behind James and her eyes go wide. You turn before she can say anything and retreat through the crowd and out the front door, two drinks in hand. The smokers who are chatting seem to see that you're in crisis mode and surrender a bit of the standing room to you.

Frankly, you're embarrassed to be so upset. You and James are not officially together. Some dates, kisses, nights spent together don't amount to exclusivity if you haven't spoken about it. But you know that the boys refer to you as his better half and he calls you on days he doesn't see you and you thought maybe it was going in that direction.

But while James is kind and sweet and lovely, he is also a bit vain and has quite the ego sometimes and he likes to flirt. You know all of this but your chest is aching, even so.

Someone calls your name and then James is in front of you. His face is a mix of emotions you've not seen before on him -- flustered and concerned. "I'm sorry," he says, though you're not sure he knows what he's apologizing for.

"I got you a drink," you say, a bit morosely. A breeze sweeps down the street and you shiver. James whips off his jacket and drapes it around your shoulders.

He deems the drinks irrelevant, taking them from you and putting them on the ledge of the pub. "I'm sorry," he says again. "The girls in there told me I needed to fix what I did, so here I am."

He rubs his hands up and down your arms, brow furrowed. He really does seem stressed. "I don't know what you're apologizing for," you say quietly. "No need."

"There is," he says, frowning. "I was being daft. I should have said we're together, because we are. No need to joke about it."

"Are we?" you say, hating how small you sound. James huffs.

"I guess we haven't put a label on it, have we?" You shake your head. "Well, no time like the present. We've been together for weeks in my head, honestly," he confesses. "I mean, I've been having dreams about you for months. Remus says I say your name in my sleep when I'm napping on his couch."

"James," you admonish, face heating. "I feel silly," you tell him.

"What, you don't want to be together? Now is the time to tell me, darling." You look at him and he looks less worried now, though his eyes flash behind his lenses.

"No, I do," you say, and he grins. "I just feel silly for being upset."

James tugs you in for a hug. You smush your face into his shoulder and feel his chest vibrate as he laughs. "It's kind of hot," he says in your ear. "Being possessive. Feel free to do it anytime."

You smack his chest with your palm. "You're impossible."

"But I'm your impossible!"

"That doesn't even make sense, James." He puts your hand on his elbow before he grabs your drinks and heads for the door to go back inside, flashing you a grin and a wink.

"Now I get to tell the whole pub we're together," he says. "And you get to take credit for all the dumb shit I say."

☀️ SUNSCREEN: - lazy sex with steve, my god it drives me crazy!!!

18+, mdni, nsfw, fem!reader

happy place ripped out my soul. i went kind of angsty with this one but it works out!!! this is fighting about the future with steve <3

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You don't know how you got here. Tonight started as just another night in your sweet apartment with your sweet boyfriend, Steve. Takeout, movie, and cuddling, like you do every weekend. But somehow it's devolved into you both on opposite sides of the couch on the verge of tears.

All because Steve said he wants to get married.

"So you're saying no?" he sneers. His tone is mean but his expression is hurt.

"Are you proposing?" you shoot back. Your arms are tightly crossed, fingers twisted in the sleeves of his high school swim team sweatshirt that you love wearing.

"I--." He runs a hand through his hair and looks utterly defeated. "No," he admits. "I just wanted you to know that I'm ready whenever. To get married."

"But I'm not, Steve!" you say, too loud. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You never thought talking about marriage would be a fight. "I'm not and I feel like you want me to be."

"Woah," he says. "Woah, woah, woah. I don't think I said that. Did I say that?"

You turn away from him and chew on the inside of your cheek. "No, but now I'm worried that you'll be thinking it."

"That's not the same thing," he chides. "C'mon, that's not fair."

"No, you're right," you admit. "But I don't feel like you're hearing me when I say I don't want to get married this young. And you saying so makes me feel like you think what we are doing right now isn't enough."

Steve opens and closes his mouth like a goldfish. "What we are doing right now?" he says, softly. He scoots forward on the couch little by little until his knee touches your ankle. "You mean you being the first and last thing I get to see every day? Coming home and knowing that you're coming home to the same place? Kissing you and brushing my teeth with you and living with you?"

The fight sags out of you once you realize it's out of him, too. It seems that you've been talking around each other but you both want the same thing.

You reach for one of his hands and he twines your fingers together. "I don't want to get married yet, Steve. For a while."

He nods. "Okay," he says. "All I meant by it is that I want to marry you someday. Because you're it for me, you know? And if you don't want to get married ever, that's still true. If you want to break up someday, that's still true."

"No one said anything about breaking up," you grumble. He laughs and it sounds relieved.

"No, we sure as hell did not." He squeezes your hand. "Can I have a hug now? I think I'm going to whither and die from lack of attention."

You roll your eyes but surge forward to wrap your arms around him and he flops back on the couch dramatically. "Crisis averted?" he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah, Steve," you whisper back. "Crisis averted."

i loooove this (and u!) and think the classic augustus everett “when i watch you sleep, i feel overwhelmed that you exist” would be so perfect with loverboy stevie !! 🫶

omg i actually did this exact line for my celebration last year BUT you so inspire me i have thought of something different here <3 so here's steve coming home to find you asleep

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Steve gets home later than he wants to. This is one of the best parts of his day -- when he's home later than you, you give him this look like he's the greatest thing you've ever seen walk through the door. Well, you look at him like that all the time, but still. It makes him feel good.

But he knew he'd be back way past the time you usually go to bed so he told you not to wait up. He unlocks the door as quietly as he can, shutting it softly and toeing off his shoes without calling into the apartment.

The light of the TV splashes across the otherwise dark living room. Are you not asleep already?

"I'm home," he calls quietly, just in case you're engrossed in the show and didn't hear him. He doesn't want to spook you. But no reply comes.

Steve wanders to the couch and is greeted with a sight that makes him smile like an idiot: you, sleeping with your hands tucked under your head. Your nose is scrunched like you're trying to solve a problem but you're breathing steadily. You tried to wait up for him.

"Hey, there," he says softly. He squats and draws the blanket up a little higher, just watching you for a second. He'll wake you in a second, he really will. He's just...looking. At your eyelashes, the indent above your lips. The curve of your cheek and the arch of your brow. You get flustered when he looks at you like this normally, so he's taking his time. Hell, he's getting a little overwhelmed. He's come home to you hundreds of times by now, and it never stops being a damn miracle. You, loving him. It's overwhelming.

He reaches out and strokes your cheek with the back of one knuckle. Up, down, up down. "God, I'm so obsessed with you," he mutters.

You nose wrinkles again, but this time your mouth quirks up with it. "Creepy," you grumble. Steve groans.

"You caught me," he says. "Move over. My knees hurt." You scoot back into the couch with a yawn and he sits against your hips.

"Missed you," you say. Your clumsily shove your hand under his shirt to feel the warm skin of his hip. He laughs -- you're clingy when you're tired. He could tease you for it, remind you that you saw him this morning, but he doesn't. He knows how you feel.

"Missed you, too," he says, leaning down for a kiss. You tilt your head up and he pecks you once, twice, three times.

"'Cause you're obsessed with me," you say against his lips. "S'okay, though. I'm obsessed with you."

Steve trails his lips across your cheek. God, what did he do to deserve this? "Thank Christ," he says.

i love this song! i leaned into the sort of wistful in-love vibes of this song. so here's a slightly drunk remus telling you his grand ideas!

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"Remus is looking for you," Sirius says, fingers gentle around your wrist.

You click your tongue. "I've been looking for him going on 10 minutes," you say. Sirius shrugs and points through the crowd to the hallway that holds the bathroom.

The house is a bit crowded for your taste but you know most everyone here and it takes you longer than you'd like to make your way through. People keep saying hello and complimenting your outfit and inviting you to play a game with them, which you gracefully decline by telling them you're in search of your boyfriend.

You make it to the hallway and find him sitting on the floor speaking to some guy you think plays frisbee with the boys on the weekends. They look very serious, so much so that they don't notice you approach. You clear your throat and they both look up at you. The guy you don't know hops to his feet and gives you a smile and Remus a very boyish pat on the shoulder before returning to the party.

Your boyfriend grins at you. "There you are!" He gets to his feet in an uncharacteristically clumsy manner much more suited to James than your usually fairly put-together boyfriend. Well, he tends to relax a bit when he drinks, which you are certain he has been doing.

"Here I am," you say, reaching for him. Your hands land on his elbows and he slides right into your personal space. "Sirius said you were in the bathroom?"

He shrugs. "Close enough. I want to talk to you about something. I've had a fantastic idea."

You roll your eyes but allow him to gently squeeze your hips and back you both up until his back is flat against the wall and you are standing in between his legs. "I'm all ears, Remus."

He traces a line down the center of your face, between your brows and over the bridge of your nose and down your lips. "You are so pretty," he says. "Really, just perfect."

"Remus," you scold. You try to keep your face in a smirk but a smile manages to break through. "What is your idea?"

"We're going to go on a trip," he says, all focus. "I've thought about it and we should go somewhere very far for a moderate amount of time. We will explore and go to many bookshops and eat very well and then stay somewhere sweet and spend entire days in bed --"

"Alright, alright," you say, laughing now. His eyes shine and he grins at you.

"So you like it?"

"Sure, Remus," you tell him. "It's a great idea. Do you have any idea where we should go for this trip?"

He shakes his head, grin still firmly in place. "No," he says, delighted. "But it's going to be wonderful!"

You brush some hair from his forehead and trace one of the scars bisecting his brow. "It sure is, darling," you say. He preens at the endearment. "I think if you still want to do this once you're not five pints in --"

"Four!"

" -- then we can do it. I'd go anywhere with you."

He surges forward to kiss you sloppily, missing your mouth and landing somewhere on your chin instead. "I know you would," he says. He grabs your hand and tugs you away from the wall and towards the party. "Let's go tell the boys!"

"You're silly," you tell him. He gives you a who, me? look and a wink.

ooooooooh how lovely. i went with the general vibe of this song, so here we have some short and sweet flirting with remus!!

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You wouldn't normally do it. Honestly, all you wanted was a calm but fun night at your favorite local spot with some friends after a really shitty week.

But maybe this is just the perfect storm -- you're on the right side of a pint to make you feel a little braver than usual and you desperately want someone to be nice to you and you feel like there's something in the air tonight.

So when a guy -- tall, scarred, handsome, wearing a sweater that you would very much wear -- walks in and makes his way through the crowd to claim a seat at the bar, you volunteer to get the next round of drinks.

You seem to be able to work through the crowd with no issue, sliding next to him with a small smile. He shifts over so you have room and returns your grin with a quick flash of teeth before he takes a sip of his beer.

He says something but you pretend not to hear it clearly. "Want me to get his attention?" he says again, leaning closer to you. He smells like tea and cedar.

"Nah," you laugh. "He'll get over here eventually. He knows me," you add with an exaggerated wink. It's maybe the most lame move ever but it works -- the guy laughs.

"Regular, are you?"

"You could say that."

He turns a little so you're properly facing each other. "So you spotted me as the bloke looking lost, did you?" He runs a hand through his hair in what seems like a nervous habit. "I promise my idiot friends will be here soon. They no doubt got lost."

He rolls his eyes and looks at the door and then back at you.

"Well, it's crowded, so when they get here, you are more than welcome to share our table." You point to the corner where you and your friends have taken over. He looks a little surprised.

"I -- you don't even know me!" The concern in his voice is a bit funny, honestly, but his eyes betray him. He looks interested. In your offer -- maybe in you.

You stick out your hand in the small space between you and tell him your name.

"Clever girl," he says, and something pleasant runs up your spine. "I'm Remus." He shakes your hand firmly. His hands are warm. You tug him away from the bar and back towards your table. "What about your drink?"

"Your friends can buy me one when they get here," you tell him. He grins at you in something like wonder.

18+, mdni, nsfw

"Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light" + remus please!

<3

hello! wow okay i think maybe you meant for this to be angsty but i'm so lame and did not do that. forgive me! here's remus and you talking about the future!

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"She sounds quite mad at him," you say quietly. Remus's record spins on his player loud enough that you can hear the music over the thump of his heart under your ear. He's stretched out on the couch and you're stretched out on top of him for your lazy night in.

Dam your love, damn your lies

"I don't blame her," Remus says. You feel the words in your jaw from the rumble of his chest. His hand strokes your hair lazily. You turn your head and prop your chin on his sternum to get a better look at him.

He looks relaxed, eyes half-shut and hair a bit of a mess. He's leaning on one arm, looking thoughtful if not a little sleepy. He feels you looking and looks down at you, mouth stretching into a lazy grin that pulls at the big scar across his cheek. Your heart swells.

"It's just sad, I guess," you tell him. His smile turns to a question, his palm leaving your scalp to cup your cheek.

"What is?"

"Well, they were in love and then they weren't. And they know it and they should break the chain, or whatever, but it's sad. That love can fizzle like that."

You realize it's making you sadder than you thought possible from a song you've heard hundreds of times before. Remus seems to notice. "C'mere," he says, tugging your shoulder. You scoot up and try not to knee anything vital in the process until your faces are much closer. He turns you so that you're both on your sides, smushed into the couch, noses brushing.

"S'not what I see happening here," he says. "I've got plans, you know."

"Oh?" You raise your eyebrows. Remus always has plans, little secrets he's working on that always end up being dinner at your favorite place or a gift so lovely it makes you cry.

"Indeed," he says. He deliberately rubs your noses together. "So many plans because you'll never be rid of me since I'm going to love you forever." The sincerity of his admission steals your breath. You know this, of course, but you thought you were joking around a bit.

"Goodness," you whisper. "You always say such romantic things, Remus."

"I practice them in the mirror." He closes the already minuscule gap and kisses you softly. He hasn't shaved in a few days and you feel his stubble on your skin.

"I do, too," you say, once you pull away.

"Hmm?"

"Have plans. And love you forever, I guess." Remus chuckles and presses your face to his neck.

"Thought so."