#🌹 wip teases

[spacenintendogs]

i'm drawing them kissing on the lips bc it didn't happen in rtte :(

#🌹 art #wip #heathlegs #ofc relationships don't have to be shown through kissing & stuff but the show teased it #twice & one of those times was like? just a kiss on the cheek & i think when theh were breaking up? #just let em have a lil smooch :(( #have them dance in fishlegs' garden & they have a lil casual smooch on da lips

[slxsherwriter]

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I'm gonna cheat and give a sentence from three WIP instead of three sentences from one because I'm hyped on all of them.

Frank grinned against the shell of her ear, unable to stop the sense of pride that came with each soft mewl that left the omega as his fingers continued to tease. (Alpha Frank x Omega reader)

The raspy, grizzled voice of the older man was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality; grounding you in a way that let the desire to scream, to cry, to throw things fade into the background. (Norman Nordstrom x reader)

"Afternoon, Stuart," you greeted the older man cheerfully, clearly catching him off guard as he visibly startled. (Stuart Lloyd x reader)

#frank fair game 1988 #frank x reader #wip game #fair game 1988 #norman nordstrom x reader #norman nordstrom #slasher writing #horror writing #slasher x reader #stuart Lloyd #stuart lloyd x reader #the last showing #don't breathe #bill moseley characters #stephen lang characters #robert englund characters #i'm writing smut and it's actually coming out decent and not making me want to hurl my tablet? i'm just as shocked as everyone else

[brainrotgoverner]

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Here to return the favour :D

(And maybe I really wanna take peak of your next work if there is one already 👀)

You ask and you shall receive one of my 8193657 WIP's XD Just please know this is unedited I just wrote everything down and didn't look back <3

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Silence.

Frustrated, Buddy looks up with a scowl. Ready to scold the barista only to be met with a very familiar blonides deer in headlight impression. It wasn't like Buddy could tease him about it, considering his fish-out-of-water impression was somehow even more convincing.

"..."

"..."

"...we don't have pumps anymore."

Slowly, Buddy questioned like he wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or not "...you had them yesterday."

"Our manager broke this morning and then made us take them all down so it wasn't obvious."

"I see."

An awkward silence fell over them again. Buddy fiddling with his phone and Chase staring straight ahead. Distracted by Buddy's...pecular clothing choices.

Suddenly, the barista was snapped out of whatever trance he fell in by Buddy knocking on the counter between them a couple of times.

"My eyes are up here."

Chase wasn't sure if he should be blushing and wallowing in shame or furiously apologazing so, he decided on the third and secret option.

Aversion.

With a scowl, he put both his hands on the counter between them and leaned forward, looking at him straight in the eye "What are you doing here? Did you follow me you creep!?"

Buddy scoffed, casually leaning all his weight on one leg and crossing his arms "Oh, you love to think that word revolves around you, don't you?" he lowered his voice, leaning forward "I told you I would find and bring back the heroine key. Did you except me to-"

#the context here is I gave a V neck even deeper than the one he has normally and I have no regrets #cinderella boy #cinderella boy webtoon #chase hollow #buddy #mall goth #current wip #work in progress

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

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You also get a bouquet of 🌹:) love you!

*happily takes bouquet*

@havatnah, my friend, thank you so much for sending me this a while back, and I'm sorry I didn't have anything presentable to share sooner. But looking through my documents, I did manage to find something decent from my 1888!Syndicate AU idea. It does feature my OC, Magnolia, buuuut despite that, I thought you'd appreciate some soft older!Jacob spending the morning in bed - so here you go! ;) Hope you enjoy this little WIP snippet! <3

A/N: For some context, this takes place post-JTR DLC, dealing with the repercussions of the events of the Autumn of Terror. (I think I wrote this up after watching a few episodes of "Ripper Street".) Features brief (not major) mentions of scars from wounds and a tiny bit of angst mixed with fluff - a word of warning, just in case?

Magnolia sucked on her bottom lip as she continued to look over the countless letters, photographs, and newspaper clippings with exhausted frustration. She hadn't bothered to rise from bed or even get dressed, as the contents of the papers distracted her not long after she woke up. But fortunately, despite the chill of the morning kissing her bare shoulders, the bed was still warm. Lying on her stomach, she crossed her arms and rested her chin on them with a huff.

"It doesn't make any sense!" she exclaimed in a louder whisper than intended.

"What doesn't…?" Jacob's voice, groggy and rendered even deeper than usual, due to just being roused from sleep, asked softly.

"All of this!" she responded immediately without thinking. It then occurred to her that she was no longer the only one awake, and that her outburst may have pulled her lover from his peaceful sleep. She glanced over at him sheepishly. "Oh. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

"Mmm…don't worry about it, love," he mumbled in return, still blinking the sleep from his hooded eyes. "It's probably time I got up, anyway." He attempted to stretch his muscles, and winced a little at the dull ache that still remained in some parts of his recovering body. Then, with as much effort as he could manage, he rolled over onto his belly and half rested himself upon the young woman's bare back. "Did you sleep well?"

She lifted a hand up and cupped his cheek in acknowledgement, her thumb brushing over one of his sideburns. "Yeah, just fine," she replied, throwing a small smile over her shoulder. "You?"

"Mmm-hmm…" he hummed, the tip of his nose dancing over her warm skin. He then grinned just a little. "You just about wore me out last night," he teased.

Sir Jacob Frye, the man who had barely a reason to smile over the last year, was now teasing - no - flirting again. Who'd have thought he still had it in him?

However, his smile faded when he didn't get much of a response back from his lover, and he looked up to see she was once again engrossed in the myriad of papers and pictures sprawled out in front of her.

He sighed.

He knew realistically that despite the Ripper now being deceased, his memory and the effects of his reign of terror over London wasn't going to immediately fade from the public's recollection. But that didn't stop the tiny, idealistic part of him that remained, even after all that had happened, to hope that he could settle back down to some level of normalcy in his life - including enjoying the company of his sweetheart in bed, without anything relating to the outside world bleeding in.

He pressed a gentle kiss upon her shoulder blade.

"Why don't you put those things aside for the moment?" he tried again, his lips still pressing kisses against her skin. "It's too early."

It was then that Magnolia seemed to finally catch onto Jacob's subtly needy tone, and she glanced over her shoulder once more. Seeing his eyes, when he lifted them to meet hers, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty for letting her borderline-obsessive need to piece things together to interrupt what should be a peaceful morning.

Her own eyes flickered with a hint of sympathy. ""Oh, Jacob…I'm sorry." She then gathered everything in front of her and tossed the pile onto the nightstand, not caring when some papers fell to the floor, before turning over onto her back and wrapping her arms around her lover's neck. "Come here…come here."

She gently pulled Jacob down towards her and met his lips sweetly. She heard him sigh contently into the kiss and she smiled a bit against his mouth. Deepening it, a soft moan escaped her. She wanted to him to know that he was still more important to her than her work. He had to know.

Nevertheless, he still pulled back momentarily. He looked a tad uncertain.

"You know, you don't have to do th–"

His words were silenced with another kiss.

"Trust me; obligation is the furthest thing from my mind," she then told him with a hint of a smile, before touching her forehead to his. "Thanks for bringing me back to the here and now."

A soft and relieved look surfaced in Jacob's eyes, and he brushed the tip of his nose against Magnolia's. "Thanks for being with me here and now," he cooed.

He kissed her once more before shifting his body somewhat to lay his head upon her shoulder. His nose now nuzzled against her neck, as she began to run one of her hands through his messy hair. Her other arm wrapped around his shoulders. Under her hand, she could feel the newly-healing scars on his skin and tried to ignore it. Now wasn't the time to be remembering their origins, just as now wasn't the time to be sorting through the pages that bore the name of the monster who inflicted those wounds. Now needed to be a time of quiet, of respite, of love.

She kissed him again.

#ask replies #I wanted to the snippet to be indented but tumblr was bring a butt about it so I'm leaving it as it (I'm so irritated) #I don't remember if this was supposed to be a 'single sentence' thing but I don't care #I actually took some time to add to and refine this this morning so I'm sharing all of this snippet lol #Jacob Frye x OC #AC OC: Magnolia #Jolie 1888 AU

[explosionshark]

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“Littering, Dr. T'Soni-Shepard? I hear that carries quite a hefty fine here on the Presidium,” Shepard teases as she collapses into her seat, queuing their destination into the skycar’s system on her omni-tool, a brief flash of orange illuminating the cab before it flickers out and they’re draped in shadow.

“Well, if you’d like to delay going to bed in order to call C-sec on me, I won’t stop you,” Liara murmurs back, settling into her own seat. The quiet and dark of the cab feels like a dip in cool water on a smoldering day, after all the bright lights and din of the gala.

“Are you kidding? Think what that would do to our reputations,” Shepard quips, leaning into her corner of the cab. It’s fascinating, the way her body seems to unspool when they’re alone like this, with no one to keep up appearances for. Her long limbs stretch out into the space between them, until Liara can feel their knees brush in the dark. Shepard is slumped so low in the seat the top of her head is nearly level with the window. “The daughter of Matriarch Benezia defiling Presidium space with trash after Councilor Tevos’ big push for that beautification project this year.”

“And you with your face all over those community outreach posters during Environmental Awareness Month. They’d take us both for frauds.”

She feels more than sees Shepard tense next to her at the comment. Liara wants to bury her face in her hands, completely annoyed with herself for managing to say something so foolish for a second time that night.

Thankfully, Shepard recovers with more grace than Liara can muster, “I guess I’ve got no choice but to cover for you. This stays between us.”

My family’s reputation preserved once more by your discretion, Commander, Liara thankfully does not say. She hums instead, feigning tiredness and allows silence to fall over them like a soft blanket instead.

“Thank you,” Shepard says softly, when the skycar slows as it approaches their apartment block.

“What for?”

“For being here with me tonight,” Shepard shrugs, a hint of movement in the shadows. “For putting up with all this."

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#shiara #explosionfic #this is from an unfinished shepard/liara arranged marriage au! #we LOOOOOVE a politcal marriage to shore up diplomatic ties around here

[little-peril-stories]

🌹Romance Snippets Tag🌹

I was tagged by @starlit-hopes-and-dreams to share some romance snippets from my writing.

I had way too much with this so I'm sorry in advance.

Please enjoy this OPEN TAG :) because I think my friends have already been tagged lol

From The Prince of Thieves

Kisses in the driving snow were not nearly as pleasant as kisses in warmer, cozier scenes, but Jamie found he couldn’t regret it too sorely as Geoff’s warm lips pressed against his. ... Her body is flush against mine, separated only by her woollen dress and my snow-damp coat, layers that may as well be nothing, the way I can feel the heat of her against the heat of me. The way I can feel every beat of her heart.

From the Breanna Hatchett AU

He kissed her again, but did not stop at her lips, rather trailing down her neck, teasing as he went, the stubble along his jaw pricking into her skin and making her shiver.

From the angsty heist wip

What I see of it seems lovely, but she’s already peeking through the now-disorganized pile of papers, leaning right over me to find the one she’s seeking. This close to her, I can see the dusting of freckles on her cheeks and down her neck, the glistening of sweat on her skin, and the fine details of lace around the collar of her dress. For some reason, my heart is racing. ... Her cheeks are so pink, just like the sunset in her poem—like the sky at dusk. Like sprays of light as the sun and its brilliance vanish below the horizon. Becoming. Endearing.

Bonus Ash/Laramie and Fen/Freddie nonsense below but under the cut bc I'm kind of embarrassed by those stories 😅

From The Curiosity Collector

Laramie fought to keep his legs steady, tried to ignore the fiery throbbing of his head. Ash had been fine when he left the previous day. More than fine, really. They’d spent the afternoon in the company of only one another, hours of lying in the sun, staring up at the clouds and treetops. Brushing hair out of each other’s eyes. Running fingers up and down the other’s body. Pressing their lips together in lazy, love-drunk kisses as if they had all the time in the world.

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“I love you.” Ash repeated the words he had spoken before, words uttered like an incantation. He watched Laramie’s face, tracing every line, every hint of grief behind his eyes. Committing it to memory in all its perfection. “I love you. I have always loved you, and I always will.”

From Fen & Freddie

lol there was nothing cute in F&F except them cuddling at the very end lmao. so have Freddie obsessing about saving Fen

He could die here, Freddie thought, if it meant Fen could live, somehow. If in the grand scheme of the entire universe, the loss of Frederic Howell would balance out to allow Fen Bailey-Song to keep breathing, to keep living— He was okay with that. ... “I’d do it again,” he said, “if it meant it wasn’t you.”

bonus bonus: this July I'll be rewriting my novel affectionately known as "Book 2." Here's a snippet from the first draft (written last summer), taken from a scene that will not make it into the rewrite. [poor buddy's POV got cut entirely]

What was she doing right now? Was she sleeping soundly in her borrowed bed, blissfully unaware of the way she made his blood scream through his veins? Could she know how the very thought of her made him feel as if he were gasping for air? ... Even with the hope that she might accept everything he had to say, even as he clung to its fragile wings like delicate drops of drew clung to blades of grass in the morning sun, he couldn’t dispel his fears—or everything else that had crossed his mind since the night before. In his sleepless stupor, he had allowed himself for the first time to imagine kissing her, and the thought had sent shivers down his spine.

here have a scene that will make it into the new version but who knows what it'll look like

She leaned into another kiss, letting her hands explore some more, one hand cupping the back of K's neck, the other running down her arm. To her surprise, the soldier let B gently push her down, let her hands roam more freely, let her lips and her tongue explore the soft skin of her neck. “You’re not that tough at all, are you?” she whispered. Below her, K laughed. “We’ll see who’s tough.” B nipped at her ear, taking delight in the little startled gasp it elicited. “Is that a promise?” With what seemed like hardly any effort at all, K rolled over, taking B with her so she was on top, staring down right into B' soul with a smile on her face. “Do you want it to be?” “Yes.” B reached up and landed another kiss, soft and full and slow. “Gods, yes.”

#romance snippets tag game #tag game #all the stories holy cow #well. it's a stretch for Fen & Freddie but I tried #lps the court of rogues #lps the queen of lies #lps the prince of thieves #lps the curiosity collector #lps fen and freddie

[starrylothcat]

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I haven’t forgotten about this @mylifeisactuallyamess !

I’ve been having unholy thots about Crosshair so here’s a snippet from yet another saucy WIP I have for the bastard.

🔥NSFW🔥 👇😘

Crosshair smirked as he reached down, grabbing fistfuls of your ass through the tantalizingly soft fabric of your dress. You yelped, startled by his sudden gropes, dropping the fruit from your hand as his body trapped yours against the kitchen cabinets.

“Cross…!” Your voice came out breathier than you intended as he kneaded his strong fingers into your supple flesh. Oh, it was divine how you felt under his palms through the silken material of the dress, just begging to be bunched at your waist as he fucks you into oblivion.

Crosshair let out a low growl at the thought and began leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses starting at your bare shoulder, up your neck and to your ear. “You’ve been teasing me all day with this kriffing dress…do you realize how you look?” His breath was labored, and you could feel how hard he was as his hands moved from squeezing your behind to snaking up the front of your abdomen, his hips grinding into your ass.

#stay tuned #I am possessed by a dark spirit #crosshair x reader #crosshair tbb #ask game

[ereardon]

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From the next chapter of The Off-Season:

“Good morning, sleepy,” Jake said as you padded into the kitchen wearing a pair of his boxers and a hoodie, hair tied up in a sloppy bun, holding your hands out greedily for the cup of coffee he held out for you. 

You took a sip and sighed. “Fuck that’s good.” 

“You’re so easy to tame,” he teased. “An orgasm and a cup of coffee, that’s all it takes. Had I known that was what it took to get out to stop being annoyed with me back in the summer…” 

He trailed off as you hit him with a dish towel straight to the face.

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

#jake seresin #the off season #jake seresin fic #hangman fic

[bobfloydsbabe]

I hope I’m not too late 🌹🌹💕💕

It's never too late, my love, and for you, I obviously have some Cecily and Natasha 💕

from the culmination (phoenix x fem!oc)

As the canopy of Natasha’s jet opens, Cecily runs across the runway so fast she almost feels like she’s flying. Her feet carry her through the noise, the harsh wind splashing sea water in her face, and the shouts of her own backseater and superiors to come back. But she can’t. Natasha is right there and she can’t stop running towards her. Wouldn’t even if she could. Natasha barely gets off the ladder before Cecily jumps into her arms. The thud of her helmet hitting the ground, followed by Natasha’s arms around her trembling body and soothing words whispered in her ear, feels like being able to breathe for the first time in weeks.  Cecily draws back and looks at Natasha. Her hair is disheveled and there’s a sheen of sweat on her brow, but she’s smiling, and it’s all too much for Cecily to handle. Placing her hands on either side of her face, Cecily pulls her close and kisses her. She feels rather than hears Natasha’s gasp, but she kisses her back. Her lips are soft and plump, and Cecily runs her tongue along her bottom lips, teasing her mouth open, and when she does, her entire world explodes in fireworks. Natasha’s kiss is like coming home.

send a 🌹 and i'll share a sentence from a WIP

#mail #answered #sylviebell #natasha trace #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace x oc #phoenix x oc #natasha trace fic #natasha phoenix trace fic #fic: soft touch #otp: pharrow #oc: cecily archer

[ursafootprints]

🌹Your favourite WIP idea at the moment/the one you’re most interested to write/the one you’ve spent the most time thinking about (you can answer whichever or perhaps there’s one WIP that fits all the categories!)

At the moment all of these fall into "the one I am actively contributing some words to right at this individual moment" because I've just been flitting from WIP to WIP to drop a few hundred words here and there like a deranged butterfly, lmao. (The WIP pile is well and truly out of control; only letting myself work on other stuff on rare occasions was an excellent decision for getting YNYD done but now.....!!!)

Today that's my SIM!Tony-inspired Starkercest thing where Peter (as Spider-man) figures out his dad is a supervillain and all of the fallout involved, so:

("Oh, what, are you getting to that age where you're too cool for your old man?" Tony teased him once with a genuinely puzzled smile when Peter cringed away from his arm around his shoulders, and Peter mumbled a lie about being sore from a workout, stomach twisting with guilt.)

Thanks for playing! 💖💖💖

#ursa asks #ask games #half-baked ideas #wips

[nymika-arts]

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zee putting an entire garden in my inbox

"Does your wife know you call me this often?"

Eddie makes a disgruntled noise through the phone. "We're friends. I'm allowed to talk to my friends."

Friends. The word is shaped like a bullet these days. "I know you don't talk to Hen this much."

"Hen didn’t vanish from the face of the earth for five years. And I talk to Hen plenty," Eddie protests. "I was just talking to her yesterday, or two days ago, maybe, um—"

"I'm just teasing," Buck says with a laugh. He can practically hear Eddie rolling his eyes.

“You need a ride to work?”

“No. You remember Chimney? Who works with us, and has a car, and I'm currently living in his house? Yeah, he’s gonna drive me, like he does every day.”

“Okay, smartass,” Eddie says.

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of my WIP

#i hope i counted right but im not counting again so enjoy <3 #nyms asks #manifest au #zee 💖💗

[outcastpack]

OK so here the WIP thing for the amount of 🌹 I got in asks box rn (I'm guessing it's based on the amount sent in total) so

@thiamsxbitch @hemlocksandfoxgloves @moths-in-hats here is the parts of the WIP

He remembers the shock on Theo’s face and the smirk on Josh’s when he had first shown up for a shift with them. Feeling Theo’s eyes on him in the waiter outfit throughout the shift, eyes dark as he watched the blue eyed boy bend over the tables to clean them had sent a thrill up Liam’s spine until Theo decided they both need their breaks and dragged Liam towards his truck. He opened the truck door and had shoved him in the back seat before climbing on top of him basically caging him in mumbling. ”Your a fucking tease pretty boy.” And before Liam could even reply Theo had silenced him with a kiss.

By the time they had returned, lips bruised and uniforms in need of adjustment Josh had just burst out laughing at the two, amusement on his face while Theo glared at his best friend leaning over to fix the tie on Liam’s shirt giving him a quick peck on the cheek before heading back to his tables while Liam had stared at him. “I know he’s hot, but back to work Dunbar.” Josh’s voice had echoed behind him startling the boy making Liam jump before rushing to work, a blush on his cheeks.

Theo had gotten his revenge a few days later, his waiter pants seemed a little tighter than usual which meant Liam had an almost clear view of the shape of the green eyed boys thick thighs and ass. He had to avert his staring fast and made a point to resist looking at Theo for that shift. Josh just rolled his eyes at the two already being done with the obvious teasing and flirting.

Nots sure if I did too many but oh well I'm taking a break BECAUSE ITS 1AM RWRB SHOULD BE OUT

#thiam fic #my writing #🌹game #i wanna drown in an ocean of you fic #thiam as jasher

[ellegreenawayslover]

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“I could tell you the exact same thing, you know.” It sounds more teasing than Elle intends it to be in the first place, but it helps her make her point. “How long are you going to pretend you don’t like Emily?”

“We’re not talking about me right now.” After Elle left and Emily joined the team in her place, Elle worried that she was going to replace her with her friends. But after hearing JJ and Penelope talking about her and getting to know her, she realized that Emily was not there to take her place and that she was nice. 

That and that she realized JJ does not exactly want to be Emily’s friend made Elle stop worrying about her friends moving on from her.

Thanks for the ask!! :)

Leave a 🌹 in my ask box & I’ll post a bit of one of my WIP’s

#thanks for the ask! #elle greenaway #elle greenaway fic #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jemily #fic asks #criminal minds fic

[yoonia]

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“I doubt that you would end up being alone tonight,” you teased him, simply because there was no possible way that someone as attractive as he was would be returning to his hotel bedroom alone.  [A Christmas Fix - Taehyung x reader]

for every "🌹" i'll post one random sentence from my WIP

#💌 for dia #amazing-flurryfries #wip ask game

[spacecowboyhotch]

Hey bb, not sure if you're still doing this but: 🌹

Tyyy ❤️

hiiii my love! for you…a snippet of miguel’s kinktober blurb 🤭:

“Then answer the question,” He says, eyes glittering with mischief.

“I-I’m thinking,” You insist, though that couldn’t be farther from the truth. He’s been teasing you for a while now— keeping you pinned on his cock with a thrust or roll of hips here and there. You’re dizzy and needy, all you can focus on is him. On him making you cum.

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#campingwiththecharmings ⛺️ #miguel o’hara x reader #wip game #not sfw #replies

[explosionshark]

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When Azula swings, Ty Lee flows around her. When she strikes low, Ty Lee leaps upwards. When she goes high, Ty Lee rolls and slides along the mat. Once she aims a jab towards Ty Lee’s midsection that’s slow and clumsy and Ty Lee grabs the staff in the middle and pulls hard. It catches Azula offguard, spoils her momentum, and sends her stumbling towards Ty Lee. Releasing her grip on the staff, Ty Lee glides forward, smacking her lips in a teasing almost-kiss right beside Azula’s ear.

She pays for it, of course. In the next instant, Azula has recovered, and swung the staff back low and fast enough to trip Ty Lee, sending shooting pain up through the bones of her legs. She sprawls comically on the floor, breath hitching when Azula steps over her, jabs the bottom of the staff into the mat next to Ty Lee’s ear with a terrifying thunk.

“You got cocky,” Azula frowns. She’s flushed, from the heat in the room, from the exertion of the exercise, but also, Ty Lee thinks, from the kiss that wasn’t a kiss. From the gesture, the idea. The bold, teasing dream of kiss.

Ty Lee shrugs, not denying it. She smiles up at Azula and carefully eases herself up onto her elbows. “It was fun! Besides, it’s not like I was actually going to win against you!”

Azula huffs, but Ty Lee can tell she’s pleased. She steps backwards and spins the staff in her hands again, going through some training forms while Ty Lee stretches her leg out and tries to massage the ache out of it.

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#i should finish this actually #explosionfic #tyzula #anyway hi amy ilu 💖