but i can stop you

wolfstar + manicures for @yelverton i’m honestly afkdljslfkjd

“Sirius, where have you been? We were supposed to have dinner an hour ago,” Remus sighed when he heard the front door to their apartment open.

Sirius barrelled through the kitchen, barely kissing Remus on the cheek as he flew by. He mumbled something under his breath until he reached the bedroom. Remus stared after him, perplexed, and momentarily forgot about the roast in the oven. The timer on the counter buzzed erratically and Remus jumped. He swore as he tried to save the roast from its crispy death.

Meanwhile, Sirius found his way back to the kitchen. With a great sigh, he plopped down into one of the two seats at the kitchen table. Remus risked another look over his shoulder to see what the hell was up with his boyfriend. All he saw in the two seconds he had to give Sirius a once-over was that Sirius had both elbows propped up against the table and his head bent between them.

The roast hadn’t suffered a most untimely death and for that, Remus was more than thankful. He slid the pan out of the oven and onto the stovetop to cool. Now that the roast was taken care of, Remus spun around to face the curious scene that was Sirius at the kitchen table.

“Um, Sirius?”

“Hm?” Sirius’ popped up from between his forearms. “What?”

“Well,” Remus gestured in his general direction, “what’s going on?”

“Oh, this? James and I went and got our nails done, which is why I was late. It went way longer than bloody expected. Can you believe getting a manicure takes longer than five minutes?”

Remus raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You think a manicure can be done in five minutes?”

“Uh, yes,” Sirius snorted. “God, Remus, it’s like you’ve never painted nails at a sleepover before.”

There was an elongated pause while Remus turned to check on the roast. Sirius scoffed.

“You haven’t, have you? All right, that settles it.”

“Settles what?” Remus asked without turning back around. When there was no response from Sirius, he sighed and turned to see the reason for his boyfriend’s silence. “Siri, what d—”

Sirius stood by the fridge with a tiny bottle in between his fingers. It only took a second for Remus to understand what the bottle had inside of it.

“No, absolutely not,” he shook his head. “I just took out the roast!”

“Like I said: five minutes.”

Remus covered his face in both hands and groaned.

“Fine. Five minutes.”

“THANK YOU. I have blue with sparkles or one that changes color with your mood.”

“Do you think it’ll change color when it gets closer to the full moon?”

“Dunno, wanna see if it changes color if I take you into the bedroom and—”

“NOPE, BLUE WITH SPARKLES IS FINE, SIRIUS. THANKS.”

Here have two gays guys being dudes

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“Did they make you president of the universe, too?”
“Well, the big vote is tomorrow, and I’m here to make sure every comatose patient has their say. Vote Ryder!”