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“You’re going to cut your hair?” Remus asks. Sirius blinks.

“…I dunno, I was…thinking about it, I guess? Why?”

“I – don’t,” Remus says quietly. He makes a face, appears to immediately reconsider his words. “As in – no, it’s…obviously up to you, sorry, but I, er. I like your hair long. I – think it suits you.”

“You like it?” Sirius repeats. Remus half-shrugs. He’s blushing

In which flat-sharing after graduation entails green-tiled bathrooms, cheap red wine and indolence. In which such novelties might be enough to distract a luckier man from his flatmate in the bedroom over. And in which Sirius Black is not a luckier man.

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chapters: 1/1. word count: 18.6k. r/s. rating: mature.

And when Remus emerges from his room to wander into the kitchen at noon, sleep-smudged and gangly limbs, rubbing at the corners of his eyes, Sirius allows himself to watch with no small amusement as he flings open three cupboards in quick succession. Remus glances forlornly at their toaster, and then at Sirius. Blinks, as though only now registering his presence. There’s something thrilling in the moment he does.

“We ought to go shopping today,” Remus says, finally, voice like gravel. His hair sticks up at odd angles from being mashed into his pillow; Sirius tries not to find it so filthily endearing, because he’s probably too grumpy to do ­– that, right now.

“M’hungry. And we’re low on – er, everything. And we don’t even own any plates, and—” he steps towards Sirius, scrunches his nose, he’s lovely, “—you’re drinking beer? Out of a mug?”

Sirius shrugs. “We’re out of milk. And – all other beverages, actually. And…glasses.”

Remus’ face does several funny little things, then, all stumbling over each other. It settles on something akin to determination, in the end.

“Right,” he says. “We’re going shopping, then.”

“Yeah, probably should.”

Remus thinks for a moment (Sirius knows this is what he does, because he tips his head to the side, scratches it). “We drove past a Fine Fare on Saturday, could go there? Would’ve been a ten, fifteen-minute walk?”

“You know I don’t know what a Fine Fare is,” Sirius replies, plainly, watching Remus over the rim of his mug. Maybe it’s the beer, but suddenly he feels brave, here in their kitchen. “You do that all the time. You’re such a git, you know.”

Remus smiles, dimpled. Caught. Four hours later, they make it out of the door.

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Also, the classic, Remus twisting and putting an arm behind Sirius’ seat when reversing the car 😚🤌cigarette hanging out of his mouth

It’s the little things that get me.

GOOD MORNING GOOD EVENING GOOD NIGHT BAB!

5: What part was hardest to write?

ohhh definitely the breakup scene. but thats just because i tried to have sirius do the breaking up at a first and that wasnt right it Had to be remus....worked so much better once i fixed that <3 also strangely the car scene at the start?? and the pub scene. i remember both of those being a bit painful :-/ im going to stop before i name every scene in it i think

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

oh man. i dont know. i mean its definitely typical of me in regards to sirius being pathetic and jealous and the pair of them being mundane and domestic :-/ but its my only friends with benefits fic! which i want to do again maybe it has potential for them to be sooo fucking embarrassing. and it is my only fic with an overt steely dan reference amen <3

11: What do you like best about this fic?

i like how self indulgent this fic was honestly :-) it made it soo fun to write i just sat down and thought wow i want remus to drive a car. i want them to go the supermarket. i want them to have a green bathroom i want them to wash dishes. its kind of silly as a result but i think this is the fic where i was most able to write it 'for myself' n for that reason i am fond of it :-)

KISS HAHA you do not mess about and for that i have so much respect!!! there is loads of kissing to be had in this fic!! an abundance of kissing, if you will!! also lots of eyes because who would i be without the need to mention every movement of a characters' eyes at all times <33

kiss (there were SO many choices for this wow i was so close to being mean and angsty):

But Remus kisses gently, and tonight he tastes like alcohol, bitter and burning.

and, of course, eyes. feeling kind, have a run-on sentence x

“Shut up. Shut up,” Sirius groans, and Remus cracks, then – mouth curling upwards, corners of his eyes crinkling – and it is so easy, so easy to be attracted to him; so easy to make him grin and gasp and laugh quietly in garish muggle supermarkets in front of kaleidoscope arrangements of fairy washing-up liquid.

thank you so much love!!

ok. ok. ok i do not have map but i do have some of the others!! finally!!! proud of us!!

i have dog!! multiple times!! for example:

He was elsewhere in the flat when Remus asked him to come here, and there’d been a half-baked joke about dogs and masters on Sirius’ tongue as he’d followed his voice to their bathroom at the end of the hall.