#jus wanted to draw it cos i thought it was cute...

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little bee and ratchet from 10 years ago,...

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hi. was in the splatoon tag and im feeling so normal abt your lesbian salmonids. do keep up your wonderful art, your style and sense of character design is incredible. sincerely, femme who is totally not crushing on them

THIS IS a very sweet and thoughtful message when i needed it thank you sm ;-; Thank you for liking my lesbian fish!!!!!

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In the latest chapter of my atla series Learning to Fly, Zuko and Crew attended a Summer Solstice Festival and I wanna share my thoughts about it!

So as the longest day of the year, it makes sense a nation that places importance on the sun to hold this day in high regard. And why not mark the turning of the year on the longest day under Agni? With that mindset, I mixed Japanese New Year practices with summer festival celebrations!

The Fire Nation’s Summer Solstice Festival is a national holiday observed on the main islands and colonies. Even deployed soldiers get a day of respite on the summer solstice. It’s perfectly acceptable for someone to celebrate the coming of the new year in private, which is what Zuko usually does. As long as you give thanks to Agni in some form, you’re observing the solstice. 

But a quiet observation is boring and for a nation that’s been culturally suppressed for a century, the solstice festival is one of the only times in a year regular people can let loose and go all out. It’s an all day celebration, generally starting at sunrise to get your fortune for the year told and receive blessing from a Fire Sage (or Disciple) on Agni’s behalf. People try to spend as much of the day possible outside under the sun to soak up as much of Agni’s blessings as they can. Which leads to a plethora of activities and food stalls for people to partake in at the festival. The festival wraps up once the sun sets with a fireworks show!

Under the cut I’ll go into more detail of some things touched on in the chapter~

Fire Sage vs Fire Sage Disciple 

Agni doesn’t really exist in canon as a deity spirit, but I prescribe to the common fanon that Agni is the sun spirit and the Fire Nation honor him as their patron spirit. As such, the Fire Sages serve Agni foremost, before the Avatar or the Fire Lord. In canon we see mostly old dude and they’re either in the capital or Crescent Island temple. I imagine to become a Fire Sage, one must achieve a spiritual connection to Agni and that takes a hot second. As such, there’d be aspiring Fire Sages, the Fire Sage Disciples, that travel the countryside and colonies to provide spiritual guidance to any that need it in their own quest of spirituality. Thus, very few people outside of the higher, noble classes ever interact with Fire Sages.

Fortunes

In the chapter, Zuko and Co get their fortunes told! I based this off omikuji found in Japanese temples and shrines. There’s many ways one can get their fortune, but it’s always a random draw. I’ve been to shrines where you just pull the fortune paper out of a stack and others where it’s more of a lottery system, which is my favorite. You shake a box such as below (and as Zuko does in LTF) and a bamboo stick falls out with a number. There’s often little drawers with matching numbers to the sticks and you can pull out your fortune paper. If it’s real shit, you fold it up and tie it to a tree or designated bad fortune stands to leave the bad luck behind. Separate from omikuji are omamori, good luck talismans you can get for general good luck or more specific blessings for health, study, etc.

I combined the two and simplified the process some (also taking into account the FN has been at war for a century and I can’t imagine paper is an abundant resource for regular folks). Once you draw your fortune, a Fire Sage or Disciple will tell you the general fortune you drew, and then give you a more in depth reading of the year from the corresponding scroll if you so desire. Depending on the fortune you drew, you can get a good luck amulet in a corresponding size to how bad your luck is supposed to be lol.

Festival wear

Not gonna lie, I originally just wanted the personal delight of imagining Zuko in a cute jinbei and was gonna leave it there. But then I got thinking more about the lack of patterned fabric in the atla-verse (which, easy answer is animation budget) and what the sociopolitical implications of prints and patterns could have in the colonies where openly embracing your Earth Kingdom heritage is looked down upon, but you’re not quite fully Fire Nation either. 

While I don’t hold much weight to the comic canon, I definitely pick and choose aspects I like haha. In the comics we have the first colony, Yu Dao, which has prospered greatly due to the blend of Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom practices. With prosperity comes the freedom for the arts and exploring forms of self expression. Miss me with this color coding bullshit. Bc this shit is tacky as FUCK.

Yu Dao became prosperous not just for its metalworking, but fabrics as well. Because of the mix of wealth and accessibility to resources (being on the main continent instead of isolated to island chains), those in Yu Dao were able to start experimenting with printing and weaving techniques to create the printed fabrics Zuko and Co wear in the chapter~ Prints allow for people to blend their cultures and still proudly declare the “less favorable” of split heritage. 

Simple prints like Ju Long’s or Bun Ma’s are more commonplace in everyday wear in the colonies, but even simple prints are more of a luxury on the main Fire Nation islands. Because of this, printed garments have been growing in popularity as festive wear to break out on special occasions outside of the colonies.

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The Anouncement.

The countryside in the summertime is just as wonderful as it is in the winter when the fields are blanketed with white snow and small footprints from the wild animals.

I inhale the fresh air of the warm summer night and admire the way the stars shine a bit richer outside of the city. Harry’s arm curls around me as he locks the car and we both walk up the stone steps to his mother's doorstep.

It was a bit of a spare of the moment type of thing to drive up to see his mother and sister, it was mainly my notion to get Harry out of the house and away from sulking over not being in control of his business at the moment. The man has to continually be doing something and in control otherwise, he gets bored and goes stir crazy.

Harry caresses a kiss on my cheek before he draws me a little closer when he hears the footsteps of someone getting close to the door.

The door opens and Harry’s sister's jaw drops as she gazes at the two of us.

“Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up,” she beams while she ushers us into the air-conditioned house and hugs me first before engulfing Harry into a rather comprehensive embrace.

“Careful, still sore,” Harry groans as she stretches away and promptly apologises.

“What brings you two here? It’s been a while.” Harry’s sister challenges as we wander down the hallway and enter the living room that hasn’t altered since the last time I was here. Harry’s Mum relishes changing things around the house, so I’m surprised the living room is still the exact same. “Mum! Your long lost son surprised us.” She calls out to her mother that is more than likely pacing around the house to think of new ways to decorate it.

It has been a while since we have visited, but Harry absolutely despises making the drive up here. I think it’s the five-hour drive he loathes the most.

“How are you? How have you been?” The hundred and one questions are thrown at the two of us and Harry answers most of them.

I’ve never been the one to answer the question, I have always left it up to him, mainly because he is far better at cutting to the chase and answering questions promptly. He’s short and sweet.

*** ***

I bury my face into Harry’s neck as his arm wraps around me and I inhale his sweet scent, “what’s the matter? Hm,” he softly requests while we ultimately have a moment to ourselves in the living room.

“I’m nauseous,” I respond softly, appreciating his warmth and his scent.

I can’t seem to get enough of it.

“Again?” Harry sighs and I stare at him with a raised brow, it is not quite like I get to pick and choose, “you’re going to give it away before we tell ‘em.” Harry snickers softly and I lift my shoulders into a shrug.

“I can’t really help it.”

“I know, I know.” He hums while he strokes a few strands of hair away from my face, “your cheeks a flushed, love.”

“It’s quite warm in here,” I respond.

“Let’s go out into the garden and get you some air.”

We step out into the back patio and Harry takes a seat before benevolently drawing me to sit in his lap, “Harry-“ I begin but he cuts me off.

“Oh hush, don’t tell me it’s inappropriate, we’re bloody married,” he mumbles, knowing exactly what I’m about to say.

He does have a point, we are married, but I have always felt as though we need to be more conservative while at his family home. That means sitting in his lap is inappropriate.

He caresses his hands on my back and tenderly rubs soothing circles on it while I focus on the stunning garden his Mum manages to maintain. I don’t know how she does it, I for one couldn’t do it to save my life, hence why we have a gardener to maintain ours. Plus, Harry and I are a bit too busy to remember that the plants need watering and fertilising every now and again.

“Any better?”

“Nope,” I shake my head, “it’s so peaceful out here though.”

“Would you like me to make you a tea?” Harry volunteers kindly and I chuckle.

“The last time you made me a tea to make me feel better you accidentally added salt, not sugar.” I remind him of the other morning, at four, when he attempted to help my morning sickness with a cup of tea.

Harry sighs at the reminder, something that at the time was far from entertaining, but now quite humorous. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I swear.”

I giggle, “it’s fine, relax.” I respond as his mother and sister wander out with a small platter of crackers and dip and some wine.

I doubt Harry and I are going to manage to wait until the end of the weekend to tell them the news, especially considering every time I’m up here his sister and I always finish at least two bottles of wine.

It is a tradition at this point.

“We thought we’d make a toast to you finally coming to visit.” Harry’s sister chimes as she pours the wine.

Busted.

”I actually have something to tell you both,” Harry begins, managing to find a decent moment to tell his mother and sister the reason why we made the drive up here.

No, it wasn’t just to see them, sadly.

“Are you moving back? Please tell me you are.” His Mum is swift to ask with a smile painted across her lips. “I’ll toast to that.”

“I bet he’s moving to New York. Always thought he would.” His sister shakes her head, “or he’s moving back out here for a short time because of the accident. I like the idea of that.”

“Would you let me speak?” Harry interjects as his mother and sister begin to discuss this moving thing between themselves.

I have to give them credit. It seems like they have put a lot of thought into Harry relocating. I honestly don’t see him— us— departing from London anytime soon. Not unless it’s business related, even then, I doubt it.

I do not see Harry ever moving back to Cheshire, he threw a fit when I proposed to have the wedding out here. He wasn’t having it at all. He said something about bad memories and I left it at that.

“I’m not moving, Elise and I are content in London,” Harry murmurs, “I swear If you interrupt me one more time I won’t tell you,” Harry immediately grumbles as his sister opens her mouth to ask a question. She shuts her mouth promptly and I chuckle to myself as she glances at her brother all so innocently. “Well, after six years of being with the love of my life and three months of marriage, I’m delighted to say we are extending the family.”

“With a cat?” His sister raises a brow and his mother swats her arm.

“No, a baby.”

His sister’s jaw drops, “You’re pregnant?”

“Well, I’m not... she is.” Harry gestures to me and I smile softly, not quite sure what I’m meant to say at this point.

“Congratulations!” His mum exclaims immediately, standing to her feet. I stand on my own and she draws me into a hug.

“No, you’re joking.”

“No, I’m serious.” Harry shakes his head, receiving a hug from his mother.

His sister turns to me, her eyes wide and full of excitement, “seriously?”

I nod, offering her a small smile in return.

“Is that why you came down?” His mum questions sweetly, “I was worried you came to tell me some sort of bad news.”

“Oh, no! No bad news, Mum. Jus’ good news.” He promptly assures her with his winsome smile of his.

*** ***

After the hundred questions after the announcement, Harry managed to graciously excuse us to bed, blaming the long drive on requiring an early night.

I rest on his childhood bed and watch as he graces around his old room while attempting to change his clothes into something more comfortable to sleep in. “I haven’t seen you wear pyjamas in years, you really going to start tonight?” I challenge as he looks through his tattered drawers.

“Love, shhh.” Harry chuckles before he turns around and faces me. “I can’t just sleep in boxers.”

“Nobody would know.”

“What happens if I have to get up in the middle of the night?”

“Put on pants?”

“It’s bloody hot. Especially sleeping next to you.”

For a moment I frown but I shrug it off. “Just sleep in your bloody boxers, you’ll be fine.”

“Eh..” he shrugs before his fingertips clasp the edge of his t-shirt and he draws it over his head, exposing that wonderful body of his. “How are you feeling?”

“Feel like my husband is fit as hell.”

Harry rolls his eyes at my comment while launching his t-shirt to land in the corner of the room. “Seriously, How are you feeling?”

I give him my typical shrug, not really feeling a need nor a want to complain. Complaining while being under the weather has never been my obligation. I tend to just deal with it. “Guess no better?” He challenges as he gingerly crawls on the bed.

“No, not really.” I shake my head, "I'll be fine, I'm a big girl, I can deal with it," I smile over at him and he sighs.

"I know, wish you didn't have to though."

"Oh well," I shrug, "do you think we should have waited and told your sister and mother in a sweeter way?"

"A sweeter way?" He questions as he opens his arm and I nestle into him.

"You know, like a cute announcement. The ones you see on social media and stuff."

Harry chuckles to himself and I feel his chest vibrate, "sweetheart, do you really think it matters? Either way, they're pleased."

"I guess," I sigh, just a little disappointed we didn't spend time coming up with a sweet way to announce the news.

"If it means that much to you to do some other way, we can do that with your parents."

"No, you think it is stupid."

"Indeed, but it will keep you happy and that is all that matters." He caresses a kiss to the top of my head and tightens his arm around me a little bit.

"Good answer," I chuckle, nestling further into him, "I love you," I breathe out with a smile.

"I love you too, get some sleep." He whispers sweetly.....

Styles & Co. || Extras.

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CAN U DO A BLURB ON HER GIVING y/n oral and him being like “my little human” etc! I ABSOLUTLEY LOVE WHEN HE IS LIKE CALLING HER HIS LIL HUMAN AND ONLY HUMAN

THIS GOT DIRTY AND FLUFFY

Harry tilts his head back against the wall, a sheen of sweat building on his forehead that adheres little strands of hair to the skin. The heat bubbling in his body is intense, like pin prickles of pleasure on every, single cell. All of it centralizing in boiling bubbles in his lower abdomen, where Y/N is slipping the pads of her fingers down, thumbs sliding into the coarse tufts of pubic hair. Her lips wrapped snugly around his stiff cock, sucking diligently at the leaking tip. 

What’s gotten into her, he couldn’t be quite sure. Thinks that it has something to do with the fact they’d gone out and the waitress had been a little too comfortable with him he supposes. Although he’d made quite the point that he wasn’t interested, and was stroking her knuckles with his thumb the entire time, murmuring little affections at her from across the table. The waitress seemed very uninterested in the fact Y/N was there at all -- so much to the point that Harry makes a point of playfully biting at her fingertips just before she came with their plates. 

And Y/N had been a bit pouty during the duration -- the jealous little thing -- even on the way home she was a grump, holding tight to his hand but looking out the window. 

Harry had barely been able to get into the door before she’d slammed him against the wall nearest it, which is something he’s never experienced. She’s never been the one to initiate this before, which was startling at first, but the fervent way in which she presses her mouth against his. Tugs at the buckle of his belt and pops open his button while she’s nipping and sucking and biting a mark into the skin of his throat. 

“You’re being quite forward.” He had told her with a chuckle when she’d been licking the fabric of his boxers, and sucked over the head through it. It’d made his abdomen clench tight, the laugh getting caught on whine and a hiss, his toes curling as much as they could in his boots. Y/N was the only person who could make him feel like this -- so lost in his arousal and dizzy with the pleasure of it, he feels like he could be in the clouds. 

And he was going to cum soon if she kept it up as she was. Digging her nails into his thighs, thumbing over the sensitive skin where his pubes lie, suckling at the leaking tip. The vein throbbing against her soft, wet tongue that’s been licking him in such an insatiable manner, his head is spinning. 

“My little human is so good with her tongue,” his voice is soft and croaky from his groaning, the words tickling his throat as he says them, “So generous for me, yeah? Making me feel so good. . .” He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before he slips his fingers into the mussed bundle and fists into it, giving a small tug until she pops off with a filthy wet noise. She looks up at him with her eyes blown and her lips swollen and colored a ruddy red, spit-slicked and with sticky strands of his precum bowing between the tip and them. In the open, his cock gives a twitch that drags her attention from him momentarily, mouth falling back open to take him in but he holds her back a little tighter, “S’my little human jealous?” He taunts her.  

Y/N’s brows furrow at him, “No,” she lies, looking off towards the side before completely contradicting herself,, “Just. . .wish I could make you smell like me, like how you do, so everyone would know who you belong to, too.” 

Harry feels a smile overcome him fondly, as he runs his thumb over her bottom lip, “You’re so cute, I might burst,” he croons, “Could just eat you up.” He shifts down to his knees, startling her with a kiss that feels so desperate between them. Her desperately licking her taste into his mouth possessively and Harry, in turn, desperately grabbing and pulling and doing away with any shred of clothing she could possibly have on. Sliding their wet tongues together greedily as he pushes up the flowy fabric of her skirt and tugs her panties down. 

A thumb teases her soft and swollen clit and Y/N moans into his mouth, thighs twitching. It makes Harry smile into the kiss before he pulls away, keeping their faces pressed together by the foreheads as he moves to lay his pretty little human down on the floor. Biting at his lip to stop his smile from getting too big before he tells her, “See, Sweetheart, here’s the thing,” he begins, reaching down and taking a hold of his throbbing prick, rubbing the drippy tip against her slit, “I do smell like you. Maybe not enough for a human’s nose to pick up, but I smell like you all over to my kind.” He bows it down, stretching her around the wide head and she gasps, wrapping her arms around his and holding tight to his biceps as they flex holding them both up (she’d admitted to liking the feeling of them tensing and relaxing as he’s fucking her). He’s pressing deep inside as he continues, “Every time you cuddle against me, every time I bite you, every time you cum on my cock, when you feel me right here,” he reaches down and caresses her lower stomach gently, then drawing it back, “-- it contributes to it. Makes me smell like you so intensely, that there is no question of who my precious little human is.” 

“Good,” she murmurs, thighs squeezing around him as he begins fucking into her proper, “’cos you’re mine.”

Harry groans loudly, hiding his face into her neck as he thrusts. His balls slapping heavy against her bum, already aching and full of cum from her small ministration of her love previous. He shoves his nose up against the vein in her throat, breathing in deeply her scent and how it’s intermingled with his. She’s his human and only his, nobody else's. Doesn’t think for even a second that her need for him to smell like her could rival his at all. The thought of her not smelling like him drives him absolutely crazy. It’s why he bites often and doesn’t fuss when she wants to wear his clothes -- and why he not only likes cuddling because he loves her but will push it when she even smells a hint like someone other than him. 

It’s one of the more animalistic things about himself that he’s unable to help but it doesn’t ever seem like she minds it. 

“Harry,” she whimpers, “M’gonna - m’gonna --” 

“I know, sweet little thing, me too. You’re g’nna make me cum,” his thrusts quicken, both of them pulsing against one another, “G’nna warm your belly up with it, jus’ how you like.” 

This throws her over the edge, her thighs squeezing him and her hips pressing up as she clenches, and pulsates around his cock. A whimpery moan getting lost when he smears their mouths together, swallowing down each and every pretty noise she had to offer him. He has to slip out once she’s finished, running his hand only once over his cock before he’s cumming hot over her stomach in soft sounded splatters. Painting her skin with white ribbons of his desire. 

Despite the mess he’s made on her, he slumps forward, kissing lazily and absently at the side of her jaw, “So good. . .so good for me,” he murmurs, “Love you so much.” He’s always resorted to mushy feelings and sweet nothings after they’ve cum together, he finds, and Y/N is just as bad. Nestling into him and repeating it back, telling him how much she loved him and how happy he is that people know he’s hers too. 

Harry thinks, if this is the reaction he’s going to get, he should make her jealous more often. 

(But the thought of putting his little human through any mental anguish disgusts him, so he decides not to.) 

[stylessemantics]

"Wanna go out sometime?"

I just finished writing this and I have to admit that if this happened to me I would faint on the spot. I kinda proud. Under the cut cause it turned out longer than i intended. 

Prepare for a great friend Amber, a shy y/n and a very confident, and coffee lover Harry.

He was here. The small ding of the bell by the door made you look. He was here again. ‘Breathe y/n. Breathe’  you kept telling yourself in your head as the line slowly moved. You focused as best as you could ringing up people and serving orders, in hopes that you wouldn’t have to look at him in the eye when he ordered. You knew his usual by heart by now. The very first time he came in made your heart stop in its tracks and you had paid extra close attention to the boy that had taken your breath away, scared you would never see him again, but you did see him… Again and again and again, as he became a regular and your heart became more and more erratic with each appearance he made by the small shop, and you decided you never wanted to ring him up, in fear he would notice how flaming red your cheeks were every time. By the third time he came around, your friend and co-worker Amber had noticed and she would always find a way to make you be the one to serve him his drink. She was always pushing you to be bold, to ask him out. Harry was his name. You had forced the name to memory that day as you wrote it with a small heart on the side. Amber wanted bold? How’s that for bold? You thought when you drew the small icon, then proceeded to regret it immediately and ended up making him a new coffee, which was worse, cause you had to spend more time than needed apologising to his beautiful face for how long it took to make his order. He was obviously a sweetheart and smiled saying it was no biggie with his cute accent and dimpled cheeks, making you certain you had some sort of asthma. Wow was it hard to breathe… The next time he came around you started drawing smiley faces instead, and that’s how it’s stayed. Bold enough? Yeah, sure!

Though it wasn’t really bold enough. Not for Amber as she always poised the question ‘what could go wrong?’ Well, you had theories upon theories of what could go wrong… The craziest one involving something about aliens, but you weren’t going to tell that to Amber. “ If you don’t ask him out I will” she whispered to you as she zoomed past with more sandwiches for the display before getting back to the register and you kept your face hidden as he slowly approached the cashier. You thought about how lucky you were that he was focused on his phone all this time and you could hide your ever blushing cheeks.

And then you heard it. His typical order. You moved quickly, making his coffee to perfection and adding the amount sugar he had once commented he liked in his coffee, but you remembered that about all your usuals, not just him. You placed the lid careful that nothing spilled if he were to move it fast, and bagged his sandwich and strawberry jam cookie. Just as you were making sure everything was in place, marker in hand to make the usual Harry =) you felt a tap on your shoulder, it was Amber.“ Jeff wants you to help him with something” she pointed towards the kitchen and you stumbled upon your words.“ u-uh sure. Just g-give me a mo’ ““ He said it’s urgent.” your eyes danced between the order, then Harry who was standing by the magazines you also sold, and back to his order then to amber.  “Just go. I’ll give it to him. I know how much you’d rather not look him in the eye” she smiled sweetly at you and although it was true, you liked giving his order to him. It was the only moment you allowed yourself to look at him in the eye, the most deep jade eyes you had ever seen. It was the only moment you allowed yourself to taste his name on your tongue, how it felt to say it. It was the only moment you would ever touch hands with him, even if it was for a fraction of a second. But she was right. It was scary to face him, specially when you knew all you’d ever get was that. Just a glance at his eyes, a taste of his name, and a soft touch of your fingertips and his. So you slowly handed the order to Amber and headed to the kitchen in a hurry, to help Jeff in whatever it was that he needed now. 

And whatever it was Jeff needed, could have waited, you thought to yourself as you walked out of the kitchen and back to your spot after around a minute, and with a reminder that you had forgotten your name-tag and that could get you in trouble, you sighed, the empty spot on your chest now felt heavier than ever. 

As for Harry… He never stayed long. Sometimes he’d eat his sandwich and leave, others he would just flip through some magazines, pick one, cash it in and leave. Whatever it was he never stayed long, but he did stay long enough that you could see him when you walked out of the kitchen. He would probably leave any moment now and that was it. Until the next time he came by. “ Excuse me…” you head his accent shortly after. Was he calling for you specifically, or for just anyone that could help him. Not wanting to get into any more trouble than you already had for your forgotten name-tag – ‘it’s the first time Jeff, don’t be mad. It won’t happen again’ you had claimed. – you decided to turn around and face him - well, serve him. After all he was a client. “ U-uh yes? I mean, can I help you, s-sir?” He looked flushed, his cheeks were a bit more red than you’d seen them before, but he looked handsome as usual. Tossed curls, smooth and velvety voice and an impeccable sense of fashion. He placed his coffee cup down on the counter that divided both your bodies and you looked at it briefly. “ Uh, well…”“ Oh, no, did I make your order wrong? I’m so sorry!” you panicked. How was that possible? You knew the order by heart!“ Oh no no. T’was perfect. I jus’… uh… The answer is yes… Definitely” 

To say you were confused was an understatement. The answer was yes? Yes to what? What was even the question? He lifted up his coffee cup and pointed to it. On the white foam container was written “ do you want to grab a cup together someday? xo” followed by your phone number. You audibly gasped. God damn it Amber!“Oh my God!” your hand flew out to grab the cup from his hand, cheeks set aflame as you involuntarily almost slapped it out of his grasp. “ I-i didn’t! I didn’t write that!”“ Oh… So this isn’t your… your number?” he asked awkwardly.“ No. I mean. Yes it is. B-but I didn’t w-write that, I would never!”“ O-oh…” he took a small step back, embarrassed and slightly offended.“ No no no! What I mean is!” you decided to shut up, take a deep breath and then you just vomited the words. “Ok. I didn’t write that. My co-worker did. I swear. I could never, I mean… I would… I’m not that bold to write that in a guy’s coffee, or anyone’s coffee for that matter. I mean you are cute but I just… I just called you cute, did I not?” You forced yourself to look up to him and he was smiling at you, amused by your ramble. If your cheeks weren’t red and hot before, now they certainly were as you hid your face in your hands.“ Hey hey. ‘S ok.” he chuckled slightly. Gosh you were cute. Too cute for words and he’d thought about it since the first day he ever set foot in this shop. Half, if not the only reason why he’d become a regular was… You. The girl that always made his coffee. And that bold move? To write that on his cup? While he thought it was uncharacteristic of you, he could tell you were more of a quiet girl, he did remind himself that he didn’t actually know you, maybe you were that bold. Either way, it didn’t hurt to get excited over it and to take you up on the offer. You do make a killer coffee. After a short moment of silence, very awkward for you at least, you had calmed down and he was still there, smiling, with his hand awfully close to yours on the counter-top. He cleared his throat.“ Well then…” He said fixing his bag on his shoulder and taking a step back, maybe ready to leave the tension. That was embarrassing beyond belief you thought. But then he shook his head and took that step back towards the counter, towards you. “Okay but… do you?”“ Do I what?” you asked him confused, cheeks still kind of red, after all you were talking to him, as his lips turned upwards into a grin.“ Wanna go out sometime?” and then it felt like the air had been punched out of your chest, as he just smiled and his dimples showed on his cheeks.“ I -uh, I-uh. I… Y-yes”“ Yeah?” his eyes opened in excitement and his smile widened.“ Yes” you breathed out with whatever little air was left in your lungs.“ Awesome. Then, y/n, I guess I’ll call you?” he dropped a quick wink as he pointed to the cup where he had your number written on it thanks to your co-worker, as he took steps backwards, towards the entrance of the shop, maintaining eye contact with you. Soon he was out and the bell chimed again as the door closed. Your heart felt like it was beating so fast, or so slow you didn’t know, that you had no idea how you hadn’t fainted yet. Amber, whom had witnessed the whole interaction, squealed and placed her arm around your shoulders as you stood frozen in spot. You were about to scold her and tell her the million and one reasons why what she did was horrible when she whispered“For the record, I didn’t write your name on the cup” and then she tapped at your apron, on the spot where your name-tag should have been, had you not forgotten it this morning.

i’m squealing.

Prompt taken from THIS four-word-prompts list

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