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25. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
an: hiiii. thank you! here u go. catch a few references to bts things here and there. i’m sorry it got too long and a bit rambly. i hope you like it! xx
___the best day of james potter’s life starts feeling like it’s the worst, and he has nothing to blame for it except himself.
well, maybe remus.
last week, they got drunk at peter’s house at 4 PM, straight after class. on a wednesday. if someone asks why – which, unlikely, by the way, since everyone who knows them has over time just gotten used to the fact that they do random shit like get plastered at 4 PM on a weekday just because – they were celebrating peter finally managing to use a can opener all by himself without asking anyone or breaking any bottles. or bones, like that one time. it was then, seven ogden’s and three cartwheels in the pettigrews’ living room in, that remus sat on james’s lap and announced, “so lily needs a model for this photog project thing, and i suggested you.”
“why?” asked james, burying his face into remus’s back because remus’s shirt was so nice. it was soft and smooth and smelled like lilacs and remus is just – generally very huggable. also james was very dizzy and needed to close his eyes. it wasn’t because the mention of lily made him blush on this particular level of inebriation. not at all. wasn’t because he needed to hide.
“because i am an excellent wingman.”
“no one’s asked me for anything.”
“volunteer.”
“why.”
“because – i don’t know. she’s probably too shy to ask.”
“lily evans is not shy.” she isn’t. she’s beautiful and kind and outspoken and can speak three languages fluently. sure, her latte-making skills don’t come even remotely close to sirius’s, as attested to by the number of lattes james ordered from her when she worked at the coffee shop last summer – the summer james fucking fell in love with her – but. lily evans. not shy. just. the love of james’s sorry life, maybe. he’d take her mediocre lattes over sirius’s if it meant waking up to it every day for the rest of his life.
damn, remus’s lilac detergent smell really squeezed all the schmaltz out of him.
