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Romione x B99

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Things I have explained to my parents when they start getting mad over small things as customers.

- the cashier scanning your groceries is not being careless or bad at her job, this store times the cashiers so she is clearly trying to stay on time and not get in trouble. This blew their minds that someone would be timed at a "no skill" job (their words not mine)

- the drive thru employee is not trying to be rude or annoying by greeting you too soon: they are required to greet you within a few seconds of your car setting off the sensor.

- the employees at this retail store are not trying to be pushy: they are required to greet you within a few seconds of you entering the store

- the cashier is required to ask you every single question they ask. And they hate it more than you do.

- the cashier is not dumb or "doesn't know how to X" because they had to call a manager for it. Every place I've worked for the past 5 years has been rolling back what employees are authorized to do, and they HAVE to call a manager. They know exactly how to do the thing, they are not allowed to and the computer likely will require a managers code to unlock that function. This confused them.

- the cashier knows the line is long, you don't need to tell them that. If they could call up another cashier they would have already.

- and a more work/life balance related one: my dad scheduled a family thing and assumed i could get the time off. What shocked him was that 1. It wasn't paid time off, and 2. It was denied, so I couldn't come til after work and thus was late. He has worked a job with generous PTO and accrued vacation days that schedules 6 months ahead for the past nearly 30 years. He absolutely was horrified to find out that I have to ask permission for unpaid time off and still couldn't be approved.

- funny followup to my dad's shock: I had been at my most recent job nearly a year and he was asking why they haven't promoted me yet. I was thrown off because why would they. He apparently assumed that since i 1. Showed up on time/early to every shift. 2. Had received positive verbal feedback wrt my performance from managers. And 3. Hadn't quit. That they would automatically start to move me up the ladder. It hurt my heart to shatter his wholesome view of how workplaces work now.

I feel like much of this is common knowledge for all of us, and yet my parents and many customers who haven't worked in the service industry in the past 10-20 years have no idea how this stuff works now.

On the positive side, my parents have slowly been becoming more patient with service workers, and complain to managers or anecdotally much less often. Baby steps!

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The happiest cat at the pumpkin patch

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Prompt 22 - Kitchen

@jegulus-microfic October 22, Word count 620

It was the first time Regulus had been invited over to the Potters to meet James’s parents. He’d put on his best suit and combed his curls until they sat just right, then changed his suit again before changing it back to the original one but with a different tie. He was so nervous. He’d heard nothing but amazing things about Euphemia and Fleamont Potter. He stared at his reflection and dared himself to mess up. 

“See what will happen if you do anything wrong,” He hissed at himself in warning. It didn’t help, he just felt worse. 

He was just about to text James and say he was too sick to go when he heard his front door open and James came in. Gods, why had he given him a key?!

“Wow, you look amazing,” James beamed at him as he strode across the bedroom and wrapped his arms around Regulus’s waist from behind, staring at him in the mirror. Regulus gave him a tentative smile and James held him tighter. “They’re going to love you, love. You don’t need to worry,” James told him, kissing his temple, sensing where Regulus’s thoughts had gone. 

“What if they don’t?” He asked, his throat dry. 

“Not even a sight possibility,” James assured him. “Come on then,” James took his hand and Regulus willingly followed. 

They arrived outside the red brick house, covered in ivy, and James raced around the car to open Regulus’s door for him. Regulus gave him his first light-hearted smile of the night. He loved how sweet and chivalrous James was with him. James walked straight into the house without knocking, dragging Regulus behind him. 

The house smelled amazing. The rich scents of spices, coconut and almonds drifted through the house from the kitchen. Regulus lifted his nose and sniffed, feeling suddenly very hungry, his nerves forgotten for the moment. That was until Effie shouted through. 

“James, is that you, darling?” 

“Yes, Mum,” James called back, a huge smile breaking over his face. A plate clattered onto a surface and footsteps came rushing towards them. Effie halted before them, her hair a little frizzy from the steam as she cooked, and she had splatters of sauce all over her, but her face was so full of love that Regulus could find no fault. 

“Regulus, darling, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you,”

“Thank you, Mrs Potter. It is a pleasure to meet you as well,” Regulus straightened and held out her hand for him to shake. She tutted at him and dragged him into a hug. He tensed for a second before her warmth melted him, and he hugged her back, never wanting to let go. 

“Ah, I see Effie has already stolen him from you,” Monty joked as he came in to greet his son and Regulus.

“It was inevitable, really,” James sighed back. Monty clapped him on the shoulder. 

“Well, we had a good run. Come on Son, come help me pack.”

“Oh, behave, Monty,” Effie chastised her husband lovingly, letting go of Regulus but keeping an arm around him, guiding him into the house. “I hope you’re both hungry. I made enough to feed an army.” 

“I think you’ve got a keeper there son,” Regulus heard Monty whisper to James as Effie led him away. 

“Yeah, I think he is,” James chuckled back. Regulus was reeling. He’d never felt so content and all in less than five minutes. Effie sat him on a high stool beside the breakfast bar and chatted merrily at him while she finished cooking, refusing all offers of help. He really felt like he belonged, unsure what he’d done to deserve to feel this good, but savouring every second anyway.  

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Wip Drarry at a charity ball perhaps?

The dance ⬇️

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Draco works in a bakery. In the back, after it’s closed, cleaning. It’s hard work. He doesn't mind it.

Draco works in a bakery. The same one he’s been working for ages, in the back, except now he works with dough and crème pât. It’s early mornings and long shifts.

Draco works in a bakery. He’s the first one in, unlocking the door every morning. He flicks the lightswitch, turns on the coffee machine. The sign on the door has his name.

Draco works in a bakery, even though he doesn’t have to. The most popular item on the menu, the most ridiculous thing he’s come up with, is sold out every single day. People queue for it in all his locations. He has made his first million galleons ages ago, yet he still comes to work and puts an apron on.

Draco doesn’t work in a bakery anymore because his grandkids begged him to take it easy for once. He bakes at home a lot though, like this morning, a batch of gingerbread cookies; his favourite thing to make, the one that’s made his bakeries famous. He waits for them to cool, coffee cup warming his hands. He pipes on golden round glasses carefully, adds the sharp edges of a lighting bolt. His husband will laugh and shake his head when he comes downstairs.

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A powerful potion.

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Kinktober day 13: Wet Dream || NSFW || Words: 640|| Tags: Medical AU(sort of) - Resident/Doctor - Lingerie - rimming (Day 9 and 27 of @jeguluskinktoberr)

The way he is walking over to James is making his head stuffy. He walks across the hall in that white lab coat, clipboard in hand and an innocent look on his face. It’s insane how the boy looks so good in hospital clothes. No one should look this good. 

“Head surgeon Potter, you asked for my assistance?” The sweet voice asks him as the boy reaches his desk. James quickly stands, feeling his own surgical scrubs getting tighter as he looks the boy up and down, from the curls on his head to the crocks on his feet, he still looks like walking sex. 

“Uhm, yes,” James walks around the desk and leans against his as he regards the resident with the sternest look he can muster. “Dr. Lupin is indisposed and we need a set of hands on the kidney transplant, do you think you are up to it?” 

The boy looks at his clipboard before flinging it away and stepping in between James’ legs. “You tell me, Doctor, do you think I am ready?” The long neck stretches up to meet James in the perfect height difference. He feels a hand under his scrubs, touching his stomach and finding a nipple to pinch. 

James lets out a moan and pulls the boy closer. “I don’t know, maybe I can use some convincing?” 

The boy steps closer even and takes James’ bottom lip into his mouth, biting down and dragging it out as he steps back. The lab coat is gone and instead, the boy is wearing lingerie. A thong of deep burgundy lace, with matching garter straps holding up black meshing stockings that match the long-sleeved shrug top. James lets his eyes roam over the whole look and feels his mouth water. 

“Would this help?” the boy asks in a sultry tone, turning around slowly, which makes his black high heels click on the ground. “Doctor.” 

James grabs onto the boy's arm and makes him turn back around. “That will work perfectly.” 

He pulls the boy behind him, bending him over the desk and squatting down behind him. Pushing the lace aside he flicks his tongue over the small, tight, hole he had been imagining since the boy started his residency under him. 

“Oh, you taste as sweet as you sound, baby,” James tells the boy, slipping his thumb into the hole and stretching it with the digit as well as his tongue. 

“Please, Dr. Potter, I think I’m ready now,” the boy croons in a high tone. 

James stands, pulling down the thong quickly and pulling himself out of his pants. He is already so incredibly hard that he will come the second he enters the boy's tiny hole. He thrusts in with one easy thrust and groans in ultimate pleasure. 

“Doctor,” the boy moans, in a lower voice than before but James can hear him clearly. “Doctor?” This time it’s a question and James shakes his head not fully understanding what is happening. 

“Doctor Potter?” 

James blinks his eyes open as quickly as he can, feeling the paper stuck to his face and the crick in his neck from having fallen asleep on his desk for the umpteenth time that week. He smacks his lips, feeling his dry mouth before looking up and meeting the emerald green eyes that he had just seen in his dream. 

Oh fuck. 

He feels the wetness in his pants, realising what is happening as he meets Regulus Black’s eyes. 

“Dr. Black, I’m sorry that was highly unprofessional of me,” James apologises quickly, excusing his sleep habits. “Did you have a question?” 

The boy smiles at him, shaking his head but there is a twinkle in his eye that makes James’ spend cock twitch hopefully. “No, I just wondered if you wanted to grab a coffee, it looks like you need it?”

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When you’re in the middle of a fic and realise you’ve missed a very critical tag

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Short 'n Sweet Fluff for Sirius’ birthday!

"I said no, Mary."

"Come on, Remus, please!"

"No. How the hell did you forget to get Sirius a gift anyway? We're literally going to his birthday party."

"Sirius has parties all the time!" Mary defends herself. "I didn't realise this particular one was for his birthday."

Remus shakes his head as he turns back to the door and rings the bell. "Well, that sounds very much like your problem."

"Remus, come on!" Mary begs. "Just add my name to your card!"

"No!" Remus says resolutely. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to find Sirius the perfect gift? I've been scattering the internet and every thrift store in town to find the perfect vintage band T-shirt to match the record I got him."

"It'll still be the same gift!" Mary argues. "Just from the two of us."

"But that'll make it... less special."

"How so? Instead of one friend, he'll have two friends who went out of their way for him! It'll only be better!"

"But I want him to know it was me, me especially, who's been going out of his way for him," Remus tries not to pout or sound too whiny. "Who tried for him and who's been thinking about him. And I can't tell him that, so I need this gift to tell him that for me."

Mary arches her eyebrow. "Your one of his best friends, he knows you care, whether you give a joint gift or not."

"But I want him to know I care care."

"What does that even mean?"

Fed up, Remus turns to Mary. "That I fancy him, okay? I like like him, like a lot! And I want this gift to impress him, to maybe, just maybe, let him see me in a different way. And I know that's foolish, but please, just let me have my foolish hope."

"Eh, hi?"

Remus whirls around to see Sirius standing in the door opening with a stunned look on his face. Both boys just stare at each other, Sirius clearly not knowing what to say, Remus wishing for the ground to swallow him up whole. Until Mary shoves Remus forward while cheerfully exclaiming "Happy birthday!"

"You really like it?" Remus asks, tentatively stroking his palms over the fabric.

"I love it. I love it so much," Sirius replies, looking down at his brand new T-shirt. "Thank you." A tad shy and a tad awkward, because it's still so new, he moves forward and presses a kiss to Remus’ lips, who turns bright red, but smiles like he can't believe his luck. Sirius smiles back and reaches out to stroke Remus’ cheek, before saying softly "Though it's not the best gift I've gotten today."

"And don't you forget it, Black!" Mary shouts from across the room. "I got you a real Remus Lupin-love confession. I'm off the hook for at least the upcoming ten birthdays."

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I’m a thinker not a talker

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I want everyone to know that this is me every time someone drops a comment on something I've written:

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“prank” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 234 words

Regulus is sitting in a secluded alcove on the far side of the courtyard when James finds him.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” James asks, gesturing to the spot across from Regulus.

“Why?” Regulus narrows his eyes skeptically.

“Because this is a nice place to read, and I’d like to sit with you.” James smiles.

“Is this a prank?” Regulus glares at James. “You’ll sit here and distracted me then my brother will jump out and do something ridiculous?”

“No.” James shakes his head with a sweet smile. “Not a prank. I just want to sit with you.” He shrugs and Regulus continues to glare. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.” James adds.

“Fine.” Regulus sighs after a moment.

James smiles at Regulus, and it’s bright and beautiful and Regulus feels like he could melt.

Then the most unexpected thing happens. James sits in the alcove across from Regulus, takes out a book and reads quietly and… nothing happens. No pranks, no brothers, just comfortable silence.

They read for a while and Regulus can’t help stealing small glances at James. At one point, Regulus looks up and James is already looking back. James smiles sweetly and Regulus bites his lip to try and hide his own smile. They gaze at each other for several moments before turning back to their books.

They continue to read and… nothing happens. But Regulus also feels like something might be happening.

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How hard did he hit him?...