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a friend of mine @/jjsblueberry got hacked because of the "___ tucker" scam that's been happening around tumblr for a while. basically you get a message request on tumblr and someone says to you that they accidentally reported you and that they got their friends to report you as well and then they tell you to get help and contact "elituckertumblrr" or any variation on discord.

the first red flag is that no site like tumblr in this type of situation will ask you to use another social media platform to fix this issue.

they will ask for your personal information and one thing to look out for is that they will ask you to change your tumblr email to their email. if this happens they have access to your tumblr and from what I've researched they spread their scam in this way. they hack an account and then they send this scam to another account and then the cycle goes on. @/soft-likethesunset is also hacked. i'm not sure if they know about this. but i'll still put this here for others to know.

The main point of this post is to tell you guys to keep distance from our mutual's account and to watch out for this scam. We are currently trying to get Jo's account back and we will tell you if there is any update to the situation. do not do not ever give your information to people who are asking for it, ever.

Chech out @/suakemi's post about this as well, they do an amazing job of explaining the situation.

Links to use:

Protecting your account. (Compromised or hacked accounts)

2fa authentication.

More about protecting your account. (2)

Detailed reddit thread about what to do in this situation.

Comment that @/suakemi gave me and jo to help us with this situation.

cherry - what is your sexuality?

lollipop - favorite makeup products?

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be?

october - what month were you born in?

caress - do you like to snuggle?

ivory - describe your pajamas?

golden - favorite stationary product?

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

twilight - best friend?

silk - do you like k-pop?

poppy - favorite pastel color?

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face?

sunkissed - autumn or spring?

buttery - favorite snack?

whisper - how much sleep do you get?

pencil - do you own a journal?

cupcake - are you a good cook?

honey - favorite term of endearment?

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

velvet - who was your first crush?

paper - favorite children’s book?

peaches - do you have a skincare routine?

mochi - favorite studio ghibli film?

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend?

strawberry - favorite fruit?

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend?,

nightlight - do you read before bed?

shampoo - favorite scent?

skin - what distant relative are you closest to?

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?

cuddles - do you have any pets?

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite?

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters?

cream - frozen yogurt flavor?

watermelon - do films ever make you cry?

sapphos - favorite poet?

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own?

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful?

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup?

Send me a character or ship and some numbers and I’ll answer!

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The lovebugs

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@ravenoclock (since you said you'd want to read it) @ineffablelyqueerwolfstarshipper @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic

Word count: 1861

The warm smell of freshly ground coffee filled the air of The Daily Grind, a cozy little coffee shop nestled between a bookstore and a vintage thrift store. It was the perfect hiding place for students trying to escape the rigors of university life. James Potter, a barista with an ever-present grin, stood behind the counter, working his magic with the espresso machine and giving the occasional playful banter to the familiar faces that frequented the café.

It was a typical Wednesday afternoon when everything changed. As the bell above the door chimed, announcing a new arrival, James briefly looked up from making a caramel macchiato. His eyes met the gentleman stepping inside, and for a moment, time stopped.

Regulus Black stepped through the doorway, a vision in a navy sweater that hugged his form in all the right places. His dark hair fell effortlessly across his forehead, and his piercing green eyes scanned the café with an air of calm confidence. He looked like he belonged between the pages of a novel, enchanting in a way that made James's heart race.

“Hey there! What can I get started for you today?” James asked, trying his hardest not to sound overly eager. Regulus approached the counter, the soft rustle of his clothing barely audible above the ambient café noise.

“I’ll have a black coffee with sugar and cream, please,” Regulus replied, his voice soft and smooth, evoking a flicker of warmth in James’s chest. 

James nodded, diving into the rhythmic motions of preparing the order, trying to mask the flutter of anticipation in his stomach. He pulled a fresh shot of espresso and expertly layered it with just the right amount of sugar and cream, making sure it was just perfect. As he turned around, he couldn’t help but notice how Regulus moved, elegantly and purposefully, as he found a spot at the corner table.

Once he had served up the coffee, James took a moment to steal glances at Regulus, who was already absorbed in a book—some classic novel, likely. James could see the way his lips slightly moved as he quietly read, and every now and then, he'd adjust his glasses with a distraction that caused a small smile to escape the corners of James's lips. Everything about him was captivating—the delicate focus in his features, the way he tuck a little hair behind his ear with such practiced ease.

“Potter! Stop staring!” came a teasing voice from behind him. Marlene, one of his co-workers, was leaning against the counter with a grin that said she had taken notice of his affection. “You’re going to scare him off!”

“I’m not staring,” James protested, yet he couldn’t help but glance back towards Regulus, who, at the moment, seemed utterly unreadable over the pages of his book.

“I’ve never seen you act like this over a customer,” Marlene continued, her smile playful and knowing. “Does he have a name?”

“Not yet,” James replied, sounding thoughtful, though inside he was practically buzzing. “He might just be a regular… if I’m lucky.”

“Put yourself out there! Just say hi!” she urged, nudging him with her elbow.

After that first encounter, Regulus became a ritual in James’s day. Each afternoon, he would enter just after three, ordering the same black coffee with sugar and cream, retreating to his corner table, his book ever-present. It quickly became a well-worn routine; James would look forward to seeing Regulus, his heart soaring each time he caught his shy, slightly bashful gaze.

Marlene and their other co-workers, including Sirius, Evan, and Lily, seized every opportunity to tease James about his infatuation. “You have a coffee crush,” Sirius quipped, poking fun in his usual inimitable style.

“It’s more than a crush,” James insisted, trying to defend his burgeoning feelings. “There’s something about him… He’s interesting! He reads all the time! How can that not be attractive?”

“Okay, so you’re in love,” Marlene declared with dramatic flair, earning a groan from James. “Just talk to him! Ask him about his books! You work in a coffee shop; he’s practically your captive audience!”

Each day floated by in a haze as James stole nervous glances and pretended to focus on frothing milk or cleaning the espresso machine while Regulus effortlessly lost himself in the fictional worlds laid out before him. He wished he had the nerve to speak to him, to share his passion for literature and coffee with someone who could appreciate both. Yet, whenever he considered approaching Regulus, his stomach would tie itself into knots. 

One particularly busy Thursday afternoon, James glanced up to find Regulus entering just like clockwork, his familiar relaxed demeanor in stark contrast to James’s rising anxiety. Not wanting to lose the opportunity this time, he took a deep breath and approached the counter. “Hey, Regulus! Back again?” he greeted, trying to sound casual but feeling anything but.

Regulus looked up from his book, a surprised but delighted smile gracing his lips. “Always. Your coffee is the highlight of my day.”

James felt warmth spread through him at the compliment. “I’m glad to hear that. What are you reading today?” he asked, the question slipping out before he had time to think about it.

“Just a collection of poems by Keats,” Regulus replied, his eyes glinting with passion. “There’s something magical about the way he captures feeling. I get lost in his words.”

“Yes! I love the way he writes about nature and love,” James replied, surprised at how easily the conversation flowed. “You know, I’ve always found poetry to be incredibly powerful, even if I’m more of a prose person.”

Regulus’s eyes lit up at their exchange. “Do you write? Anything, you know, original?” he asked, leaning closer, clearly intrigued.

James could feel the heat creeping up his neck. “Not really. I mostly dabble here and there. I’d love to write more one day, though.”

“That’s how it works, you know. You just have to keep trying,” Regulus encouraged, and in that moment, everything felt perfect. James couldn't help but notice how easy it was to talk to him, how much he wanted to continue sharing bits of himself. But just like that, the moment slipped away as a customer approached, interrupting their connection.

“Can I get that coffee to go?” the customer interjected, glancing between James and Regulus. 

James quickly collected himself, returning to his barista duties, but a small part of him remained excited, lifted by their small conversation. It felt like a step toward something more, a crack in the wall of uncertainty holding him back.

Over the next few weeks, Regulus maintained his routine, and the two of them exchanged casual conversations every time. James learned Regulus was an English major with a particular fondness for romantic poetry and classic novels. They flipped through discussions about favorite authors, and Regulus would recommend books he loved while James would assure him that he would read them, though he made mental notes to start a whole list. 

One day, James was preparing Regulus's usual order when Marlene leaned against the counter, scrutinizing James’s movements. “Here’s your chance! Just ask him for once, please.”

James sighed, knowing she had a point but feeling completely unprepared. Just then, he caught the glimmer of Regulus moving towards the counter, his book tucked under one arm.

“Hey, James,” Regulus greeted with that familiar, warm smile. “I’ve been thinking…”

James felt his heart skip a beat. “About…?”

“Surprise me.” Regulus’s calm, sudden request left James momentarily speechless.

“What?” he replied, not sure if he had heard correctly.

“Let me try something new today. Go on, surprise me with a drink instead of my usual,” Regulus said, his tone encouraging and light.

James stared at him, completely taken aback. Regulus had always ordered the same black coffee with sugar and cream. “Are you sure?” James asked hesitantly, his mind racing. He didn’t want to mess this up or suggest something he wouldn’t enjoy.

“Absolutely. I trust you,” Regulus replied, the sincerity in his gaze igniting something hopeful within James. The weight of the moment pressed on him as he accepted the challenge.

With newfound determination, James took a deep breath and prepared a delightful vanilla latte with caramel drizzle and a sprinkle of cinnamon. It was a move away from Regulus's routine, but perhaps it would become a new favorite. 

He handed Regulus the cup, watching closely as he took his first sip. The anticipation coiled in his stomach was nearly unbearable. Regulus paused for a moment, thoughtful, then his face broke into a soft, genuine smile.

“This is really good!” Regulus exclaimed, and in that instant, time seemed to stop again. “You know, I think I might want to change my order permanently.”

James couldn’t help but laugh in relief. “Well, I’m glad I got it right! I wasn’t sure if you’d be willing to let go of your usual.”

Regulus tilted his head slightly, his expression thoughtful as he sipped again. “You’re kind of a master at this, aren’t you?”

James felt a warmth spread through him at the compliment. “I try; coffee is sort of my thing.”

They spent the next few minutes discussing Regulus’s thoughts about the drink and how James loved experimenting with flavors. The conversation felt effortless, and James was acutely aware of the subtle shift between them, the tension electrifying the air around them.

Eventually, as the café quieted down, James took a breath, feeling the rush of inspiration surge through him, the casual conversation warming his heart. “Listen, would you want to grab a bite to eat sometime?” he asked, voice steady but laced with hope.

Regulus paused, his wide eyes shimmering with surprise before softening into a delighted smile. “Yes, I’d love to! How about this weekend?”

James nodded, excitement bubbling forth. “Perfect! Just let me know what time works for you.”

Regulus lingered for a moment, his gaze unwavering and hopeful. Quickly, he grabbed a nearby napkin and pulled out a pen from his pocket as he wrote something down before handing it to James. “My number. I’ll text you,” he said softly, his voice almost shy as he turned to leave. 

Just like that, he disappeared out the door, leaving James with a heart full of exhilaration. The café suddenly felt different—radiant and alive with possibilities he had once only dreamed of.

As James cleaned up at the end of the day, his co-workers teased him relentlessly, each offering silly congratulations and playful jabs over the developing relationship.

“So, are you two officially dating now, or is this still just a coffee fling?” Marlene laughed, slapping James on the back as he tried to stifle a grin.

“I don’t know yet, but I’m hopeful,” he replied, still flushed from the encounter. 

ALSO REGULUS AND SIRIUS AREN'T SIBLINGS IN THIS AU. Just to make that clear. I also have a wolfstar and a dorlene part and plans for two more.

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