30% OFF SALE!!
PRIDE'S COME EARLY! I'M RUNNING A BIG SALE ON MOST OF MY ETSY SHOP!
THE SHOP WILL BE CLOSED AS OF MIDNIGHT MAY 20TH, AND THROUGH MOST OF JUNE AS I WILL BE OUT OF TOWN.
IF YOU WANT PATCHES, BUTTONS, EARRINGS, ETC FROM MY SHOP IN TIME FOR PRIDE, NOW'S THE TIME TO DO IT.
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HI HELLO My Etsy is officially open!
To celebrate I'm also holding a raffle giving away two charms with free shipping!
To enter you must:
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Write in tags which two characters you want charms of!
If you placed an order and win the raffle, I will refund shipping and either refund the costs of two charms or add two charms to your order!
Winner will be decided when shop closes at Jan 30!
Raffle closed!
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@wolfstarmicrofic May 5 - prompt 5: Awful First Meeting [word count 676]
Remus was having a bad morning. He already didn’t like early shifts, but that morning he had overslept, had ran all the way to the café because there had been no buses in sight, had grabbed the first apron he had found and had dived head first right in the middle of three whole field trip classes of teenagers and their caffeine-starved teachers. Then he had barely had the time to wipe the counter and register how hot the guy who had just pushed the café door open was, with his leather jacket with a pride pin on it and his bike helmet under his arm when then man had made a beeline for him, taken one look at his apron and had started shouting at him.
“My friend can very well defend herself, but I’m here to make sure you will never dare to creep on her or any other girl who comes here!” the stranger waved a finger in Remus’s face. “And you’re on the clock, what are you doing, using your paid time to creep up on girls?!”
Remus opened his mouth to say he was very, very gay and in any case he wouldn’t dream of being a creep to anyone, but the stranger was on a roll.
“When someone says no, it’s no, it’s a full sentence! There’s no ‘why’ or ‘but’ or whatever! If she ever comes back here I want you to stay away from her! Don’t talk to her, don’t look at her, don’t even breathe in her direction! Actually, you’d better not talk to any girl or woman who comes in here, am I making myself clear, Severus?!”
Remus blinked, staring at the hot guy who was now catching his breath, then he looked down at the badge pinned on his apron and groaned seeing it said Severus - Happy to help, which was quite hilarious since Severus had never been happy to help in his four months at the café.
“Well?” the stranger glared at him.
Remus removed the pin from his apron and tossed it in a nearby bin with a grimace.
“Sorry,” he said then. “I’m not him. He used to work here, but he got fired just yesterday and I must’ve gotten his apron by mistake coming in this morning.”
The guy frowned.
“How do I know you’re not lying to save your ass?” he asked.
Remus knew he didn’t have to prove anything, but even glaring and shouting the stranger was so insanely hot he would’ve kicked himself if he let him think he was a creep. So he reached in his back pocket and handed him his battered wallet, the pride pin on it well on display.
“My ID’s in it.”
The stranger shot him a puzzled look and had a look inside, his expression immediately turning from anger to horror.
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he handed back the wallet. “I looked at your name tag and thought it was you, I’m really sorry!”
“Don’t be, I was wearing the wrong name tag after all,” Remus smiled. “And you defending your friend was quite endearing. You can tell her Severus was kicked out when the manager caught him being a creep to his sister.”
“Good,” the stranger nodded. “So your name’s Remus then?”
Remus nodded, the guy smiled and he somehow became even hotter just like that.
“I’m Sirius,” he said. “When do you get off work, Remus? I’d like to buy you a drink as a proper apology.”
“Only as an apology?” Remus smiled.
“Well, not only that,” Sirius grinned. “When I saw the name tag my first thought was why are the hot ones always arseholes.”
“I’m off in an hour,” Remus laughed. “And I promise I’m not an arsehole.”
“I’ll wait right outside for you then. I have a spare helmet,” Sirius smiled. “And I can be an arsehole, but only when you’re mean to my friends.”
Remus kept smiling as Sirius walked out and he gathered empty mugs to clean. Maybe that morning wasn’t so bad after all.
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