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I got a great deal on my pottery class, I can pay my instructor using little pieces of cheese

[alexanderlightweight]

First of all, how are you and your partner doing with the puppy? I hope you have a great day

Second, maybe for writing Wendsday some HOTI!Alec? So I have the belief that there is alot of extra classes and training along with experience to be a HOI that may be known to high up shadowhunters but not really talked about to anyone else (especially obvious siblings). That they have to know a bit of everything from politics to seduction to torture for information. Thus Alec shocking everyone with his knowledge and experience, but to him it is common. So what do you think?

hey! yes wednesday was a great day and today is also a good day, not a lot of sleep but more time to write! my partner is doing great except that @saeths keeps hitting their posting limit.

Nightshade finally has his pool back (it's a new one but don't tell him that, he popped the last one) and is relieved because it's rather hot here and we both dislike it. But he's very happy and snuggly now that he can cool off (which means damp cuddles but oh well, c'est la vie)

I completely agree with this and I have feelings especially because of a specific part in the show and it went a bit differently (i feel like i say this almost every time) but i hope you enjoy!

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Alec scoffs, derision loud as Imogen pauses from where she’s proudly handing over the Institute to her grandson.

“A problem, Mr. Lightwood?” She asks, an insult because Alec is a commander, and she knows it.

“Has Jace Herondale completed his tests?” Alec asks calmly, “has he been ranked as a nephilim commander? Either by a test supervised by the clave, or during a mission led by our Elders?”

There is silence and Imogen glares at him, furious as she tries to figure out a way to shut him down.

“Now, Mr. Light—”

“I’m a commander, Imogen.” Alec reminds her, because while she is Inquisitor, she is not and never has been an active duty shadowhunter. Imogen has made politics the bed she sleeps in, and Alec isn’t nice enough to let her rest there. “Is there a reason that you’re ignoring that? The loss of my Institute doesn’t take away my rank, or were you hoping to ignore that as well?”

“Commander, then!” Imogen grits out, “this nonsense—”

“Is it nonsense?” Alec asks, interrupting her and he smirks, “what does your grandson know about running an Institute, Imogen? Or are you just hoping for a golden little angel attacking everything you point at? Because the boy you are trying to promote is a soldier. He’s not a leader.”

Alec gives Jace the look his actions and inactions deserve.

“Jace Herondale, have you completed your training to be a commander? Do you know how to run an Institute? Are you prepared to be responsible for the lives of almost four hundred shadowhunters? To keep the peace in the shadowworld? Do you have the strategic knowledge of how to form teams and how to hunt on the various terrains? Are you capable of holding your temper during negotiations?” Because Jace isn’t and they both know it, “I was raised as your brother, Jace Herondale and I know that you haven’t earned the rank of Commander, let alone to lead an Institute.”

Alec steps back and he nods to the hunters — some of them ones he handpicked and trained and so many more than slunk in on the tailcoats of Lydia and Aldertree.

“I see that my expertise is no longer needed or wanted here. I’ll see about my transfer or whether I’ll retire in a few days, be sure to tell Jia to expect my messages.”

“You’re leaving?” Imogen looks more shocked than Jace, “but you’re needed to—”

“To what? Run the Institute while Jace gets the credit? To stay in his shadow and behave, a little shadow commander for you to tug around and blame things on? I’m done.” Alec scoffs, “I have better options than lingering here while you try to tear the downworld apart. If you wish to talk to me, you can submit a formal request to the High Warlock of Brooklyn, it will be his choice if I can spare the time.”

Because Alec has to make a decision and he needs to make it now.

The one who needs him the most right now is Magnus and that is who Alec will stay by, remain by. So, he leaves, knowing that anything he needs Magnus will get him and that even the clave can’t keep his weapons from coming when Alec calls.

Alec sits on the balcony, because he’s tired and sore and his very soul and body feel battered and bartered with.

“Imogen still hiding the soul sword information?” Magnus asks him, coming out to run cool hands and rings over Alec’s face.

“I don’t know.” Alec shrugs, “I’m no longer an attaché of the New York Institute, Jace is it’s leader now.”

Magnus is staring at him, something soft and pained but also viciously gleeful. It’s not that Magnus enjoys seeing him exhausted and worn thin, but Alec knows that Magnus enjoys knowing that he’s right.

“Yes, yes. You told me so.” Alec manages to mumble out, faceplanting in Magnus’ chest and there’s a soft tut above him.

“Darling, I’d never be so crass as to point it out when you’re this upset. Though, if you’re bringing it up. How unattached are you, would you say?”

“If the Institute or the clave want to talk to me, they’ll need to request a meeting with you first.” Alec tells him, which is essentially saying that he belongs to Magnus’ now, in his entirety.

“Oh, sweetheart. You really do bring me the nicest presents.”

[little-pup-pip]

i remember u posting a thing where it shows all the requests you haven't done yet. I just want to see as I requested something long ago in 2023. I'm not trying to seem pushy, I'm just curious!

(this was rhe person that requested a bugbo thing)

Here you go!! This is very long, so I put the list under the cut!

These are the requests sent after I stopped accepting them that I didn't delete for various reasons. If you sent in a request after I closed them on March 14th and don't see it here, you'll need to send a new one (please don't take it personally if I deleted it)!!

Black + squirrel

Asra (the arcana)

Shurara (keroro gunsou)

Ring tailed lemur

Buzz light-year

Rottweiler

Yellow raccoon petre

Lionel Messi

Sonic the hedgehog

Light pink and blue bunnies

Middle school gym class

Jenny wakeman (my life as a teenage robot)

Chris Kratt (wild Kratts)

Yuri (doki doki literature club)

Cole (Lego Ninjago)

Crowley (good omens)

Stingray

Prince + bunnies

CG vil (twisted wonderland)

Alt + Wolf-dog

Golden retriever

Hobbes (Calvin and Hobbes)

Kipo (kipo and the age of wonderbeasts, I think)

Leif (my inner demons)

Little big planet 3

Clouds + pastel blue

Outdoorsy + animals

Sun and stars + bunnies

Chase (paw patrol, I actually have two of these waiting)

Cinnamoroll

Eastern red bat

Octopus regression

Tiger CG

Aquarium trip

Pastel coloring + kitties

lavender/grey bunnies

Pastel dolls

Jumping spiders/Leopard geckos

Dr. animo (ben 10)

Shuichi saihara

Black Shiba inu

This is everything left from before I closed my requests!

Osamu dazai (bsd)

Flutist

The dazzlings (equestria girls)

Vampire with Halloween themes

Guardians of ga'hoole

Gromsko (MW2/3)

V (murder drones)

Cg SD-N (murder drones)

Cassidy (overwatch) and cowboys

TMNT Leonardo

Ranboo

Pastel kitty

Lackadaisy

Epithet erased

Another OC named cerys

Pikmin

Slay the princess

Someone's pictures (Idk what to call this one just know that I'm going to do it)

The Magnus protocol

Bive (regretavator)

Donnie darko

Megamind

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn nine nine)

Allister (pokemon)

Umi (idk from where I'll figure it out eventually)

Rottweiler puppy and the creek

Monster tom (eddsworld)

Gnarpy (regretavator)

Xianzhao loufu (hsr)

Cg jing yuan (hsr)

Cupcake and dino

Kitty petre pomni (tadc)

Shiromo (pui pui molcar)

Jack harkness (doctor who)

Pettoism

Cg basil hallward (the picture of Dorian gray)

Cats

Spiderman (again! lol)

Mei (Lego monkie kid)

Cats + cakes

Houndoom (pokemon)

Wolfwalkers from cartoon saloon

Lucifer (hazbin hotel)

Critterspace (drafts)

Minecraft lush caves (drafts)

Ibara saegusa

Llewellyn Watts (Murdoch Mysteries)

Jake (trailer park warlock, drafts)

Cult of the lamb (pet dreaming themed)

Tubbo

Cassie (fnaf: ruin)

Black kitten + space

Grey draik (neopets)

Pumpkin head (still needs more research)

Someone's OC Avery & siblings

Maki harukawa

Brown, lime green and forest green puppy

Dylan (the magic roundabout)

Zombies

Vincent (dead plate)

Osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs, drafts)

Vision CG (marvel, drafts)

Light blue

Bearded vulture

Mind (Chonny Jash/CCCC)

Seam CG (deltarune)

John Constantine (Justice League Dark)

Keralis (Hermitcraft, maybe)

Tula tones (novi stars, drafts)

Eevee + dragons (or witchy themes which I may do instead)

Kitten + stars (I think, the request actually says stairs though and it's been confusing me)

Mushrooms

Grey + Ross federman youtooz (drafts)

Boyfriend.xml (Friday night funkin')

Puppet (fnaf)

Genshin impact (drafts)

Eddsworld

Karako Pierot (hiveswap)

Scorpion

Border Collie

Mortal Kombat

Puppy + SpongeBob (drafts)

Baby vulture (drafts)

Rain world/slugcat (drafts)

Border Collie

Modded smash hit rooms

Crying child (fnaf)

Agent Smith CG (the matrix)

Rolfe DeWolfe CG (Rockafire Explosion)

Slime rancher

Puppet (fnaf)

Parado (Kamen Rider)

Tally hall

Rockabilly (probably)

Felix Lee

Charles Xavier CG (X-Men)

Naoto Shirogane (persona 4, drafts)

Kitoto

17th century dutch (drafts)

Sees behind trees (drafts)

Allay (Minecraft, I think. Drafts)

Tasmanian devil (drafts, can't figure out if they want the cartoon or animal)

Spamton CG (deltarune, drafts)

Grunge + lop eared bunnies (drafts)

Yume-Nikki (drafts)

Daxter (jak and daxter, drafts)

Madness combat for puppies (drafts)

James Sunderland (silent Hill, drafts)

Shirokuma (Danganronpa, drafts)

Leo (IDW comic, drafts)

[theawkwardterrier]

Have Yourself a Scheming Little Christmas

The big reveal of my fic for @steggyfanevents's Steggy Secret Santa, especially for @lavellenchanted! December has been a big and busy month so I fell down on my Santa-ing a bit along the way, Sarah, but I hope that you enjoy some family and fluff here and have a wonderful holiday, a delightful end of 2023, and a great beginning to 2024!

Summary: Natasha's dad seems like he might need someone in his life. So does Sharon's Aunt Peggy. Luckily, they have two smart and savvy matchmakers to help them along the way.

AO3 link here.

Natasha wouldn't say that her father is sad, exactly. He doesn't spend all his time crying like the preschool kids do when their parents leave at drop off or someone pushes them down on the playground, after all, and he smiles when he watches her in her ballet shows and cheers for her when it's her turn at bat during baseball season (he might be the coach and cheer for everyone, but Nat thinks that he sounds just a tiny bit louder when she's up). Their apartment is clean and warm, and Dad makes her laugh with stories from his work and is always getting better at cooking, even if they do end up ordering takeout at least once a week.

Still, sometimes when she turns back to him before he notices that she’s watching or she's up to go to the bathroom in the night and sees him awake, he’s gazing into his mug or at the TV screen with this certain look. It reminds her of back when she was in foster care, that feeling of sitting in her room listening to the family laughing and talking while she was behind the wall. It makes her think, too, of Uncle Bucky: that staring, empty sort of face he sometimes gets, ever since she can remember, the one that Dad says is because of the war. Dad was in the war too, but a long time ago, and Nat doesn't think that he is sad because of that.

Dad might not talk about why he's sad, but there are hints, like how he tucked his hands into his pockets at Parent Night in October every time he talked to a pair of parents together and it was just him standing alone. Or like how they were in the park one day, and she was petting a puppy, and as she stood up, Dad's face was full of that look, just from watching the way that the puppy's owners were standing super close, holding each other's waists. And just like there are hints about what might be making him sad, there are hints about what might make him happy. She and Dad almost always get to school at the same time in the mornings, and the same kids are almost always getting dropped off then too, and Dad almost always starts glancing across the path in the same way at the same person, and the look on his face makes Nat think that if she saw it on a worksheet, she would mark it as the opposite of that nighttime look.

Nat might not know exactly what it is that is making him sad, but she decides that she is going to fix it. She is going to make him happy.

And to do that, she is going to need a partner, so she can get him his.

When she came to live in Brooklyn last year, Aunt Peggy told Sharon that she didn't know exactly what she was doing or why Daddy had decided that she was the right person to come take care of Sharon after he died, but that they would do their best and would always be honest with one another and would figure things out together so they would both be happy.

That has, Sharon feels, worked for the most part, but it is hard to be honest with someone else about your happiness when you aren't being honest with yourself. This is what she reminds herself when Aunt Peggy responds to Sharon's probing with a laugh and a quick, "I'm perfectly satisfied with you, my work, and everything in my life, thank you." She might not be lying to Sharon on purpose, but that doesn't mean it isn't a lie anyway.

So she is quite prepared to accept when Nat Rogers from the other class comes up to her in the line for the swings during recess on the first Tuesday in December and asks, "Are you available to come over after school sometime this week? I think that your aunt and my dad have something in common."

Aunt Peggy doesn't need to beg for attention, and Sharon won't either. Watching Betty's pumping legs on the swing, she says casually back, "Is it that they both want to be dating but they won't do anything about it?"

She likes Nat more for neither squealing nor stomping off in a huff at having her surprise spoiled, but instead saying calmly, "I assume that if you’re already aware, that means we can arrange something?"

Even though it's probably a good sign that she and Nat, both pretty smart people, had the same idea; and even though Sharon saw the way that Aunt Peggy smiled as she and Natasha's dad talked on the phone to arrange their "playdate" but also noticed the way she carefully kept her smile out of her voice; and even though Sharon finds herself approving of Mr. Rogers, who tells her to call him Steve and clearly drew the picture of him and Natasha that's framed on the bedside table in her room...even with all that, it isn't until she suggests that they get Nat's tablet to write out their plan and Nat tells her that the rule is that she isn't allowed to have much tablet time, especially when friends are over and they aren't doing schoolwork because "my dad thinks it limits my imagination," which is almost exactly the same thing that Aunt Peggy always says, that Sharon actually believes this might work.

It is not a hard sell at all to get Dad to take her to the ice rink at Prospect Park. Their weekends are usually filled with outings, even if it's just errands, but Dad's been especially busy getting orders ready over the past few weeks, plus they went over to Uncle Bucky’s last weekend.

“I’m sorry we haven’t spent much time just the two of us lately, kiddo,” Dad says as they tie on their skates, and Nat laces hers tight and doesn’t feel at all guilty that as long as Sharon held up her end of the deal, it won’t be just the two of them for long.

She does a few jumps and glides around the ice, choreographing to her ballet music in her head, and right at the dramatic flourish, Sharon enters the rink, with her aunt behind her.

Natasha has taken the time to study Peggy Carter before, calculating the meaning of her purposeful stride and perfectly done lipstick during the mornings and afternoons at school or at Parent Night. Still, she notes approvingly today that she is wearing a nice black peacoat and a scarf that is the same color as Dad’s eyes that is looped easily around her neck and corresponds perfectly with her hair and skin, and that she looks graceful and competent on the ice. Taking a deep breath, Nat puts the first step of the plan into action.

“Hi, Sharon!” She skates toward her quickly, knowing that Dad will follow without thinking or noticing who she is skating toward, just to keep an eye on her.

"Slow down, Nat," she hears from behind her, and then an oof!

Dad would never say no to her if she wanted to go to the rink, but he isn't exactly as skilled as she is. Uncle Bucky has always said that Dad has "two left feet and probably a couple of left hands too," especially when he's nervous...and seeing Ms. Carter is definitely the type of thing that would make him nervous.

She and Sharon reach out and grab each other's hands, catching eyes as they listen to the conversation behind them.

"Are you alright there, Mr. Rogers?"

"Ms. Carter...!" Dad gives a sort of wince-laugh. "Could have done without face-planting in front of everyone in Brooklyn, but I'll get over it."

"She's almost laughing," Sharon whispers in shock, glancing at the pair of them over Nat's shoulder, and Nat feels a little zing of triumph – all this time, Sharon was going along with the plan without the belief in it that she has – but of course she does not let that show on her face.

"I believe you did the opposite of a face-plant, if you don't mind my saying so," says Ms. Carter, and now Natasha can hear the laughter in her voice, although it is very proper laughter if she says so herself. That's okay; it sounds like it would match pretty well with Dad's crinkle-eyed smiles. "May I help you up?"

"I'd say that I'd only take that offer if you were really firm on your feet, but I can see that you are and I don't think you'd just ask to be polite."

"Right on two counts. Now give me your hand."

Nat and Sharon skate back over to quickly say that they're going to go around the rink together.

"Safely," Dad warns. "We'll be watching, and I think that Ms. Carter, at least, could get over to bust you in a half a minute if I wasn't holding her back."

"Probably less," Ms. Carter says, but as Nat and Sharon skate away, Nat notices that she has still not let go of his hand – and it doesn’t seem like it’s much about keeping him upright at this point.

She does finally let him go later, as they all agree to walk over for cocoa together (something that would probably have taken a lot longer if Nat wasn't there to push Dad past all of his stumbling, "If you aren't busy, and I don't know whether you or Sharon have any dietary restrictions, and we're happy to let you pick the spot if you have somewhere you like" and might not have happened at all if Ms. Carter had done less standing there with slightly amused patience and more making excuses to leave in the fact of what Nat considers his awkwardness) but she also, it seems, is walking very close to him, much closer than two new friends on a sidewalk would need to be, even if they are making sure to catch every word from each other among the crowds.

When they get to her and Dad’s favorite diner, Mr. Phillips seems to know Ms. Carter — “I’d ask why you were hanging around with this reprobate, Carter, but you’ve got quite the degenerate streak yourself,” he says as he gets their menus and drops crayons and his latest hand-written set of mazes and puzzles on the table for Sharon and Nat, although he pretends he isn’t doing it, just like he pretends that he didn’t add extra whipped cream or mint sprinkles to their mugs of cocoa when they come. Natasha likes that, when she asks what a reprobate is, Ms. Carter doesn’t tell her she’s too young for it to matter; instead she defines the word and writes it down in big clear letters on Nat’s paper. Dad seems to like that too, smiling down into his mug, even if it means that he ends up with a bit of whipped cream all over his top lip and Ms. Carter leans over the table to gently wipe it off with her thumb.

They end up staying past just cocoa, Dad and Ms. Carter sitting in the inside seats of the red vinyl booth across from each other and talking for so long that Angie comes over with her pad and offers to get something started for dinner. Nat and Sharon glance at each other, seeming to agree that no matter what had been said about the seating arrangements being so “the girls” could have easy access to slide out to examine the dessert case or to help Mr. Phillips with combining the ketchup bottles, it was really so they would be able to laugh about Dad’s design clients and the other lawyers Ms. Carter works with or to watch each other gesturing as they talk about important but boring things like the school board and “the political situation.”

She and Sharon also seem to agree, Nat thinks as she twirls some pasta on her fork and Sharon bites into her tuna melt, that the first step of the plan has gone just how they wanted.

"Oh good," Aunt Peggy says, holding up a book called Recipes for Feeding Demons. "I think that this will be a helpful guide for Dottie Underwood." She glances at the cover again thoughtfully, then adds with some sourness, "Although I suppose that it might encourage her to believe that I'm interested in her well-being."

Sharon reaches over to take it and add it to the pile they've already made of intended books for friends, coworkers, and their small amount of remaining family. "At school they say that if you don’t have anything nice to say, you shouldn’t say anything at all,” she comments.

“I suppose they’re right,” Aunt Peggy says, paging through a copy of Chicken Soup for the Soul at Work that Sharon thinks might end up wrapped on Jack Thompson’s desk tomorrow; Sharon is familiar with him because there are always amusing stories about the other lawyers at Aunt Peggy’s firm, although fewer and fewer these days and more frowns and looking at documents on her laptop with pursed lips. “As much as I support being direct and honest and not holding back your opinion in most circumstances, keeping quiet can be a very effective way of making certain that the other person doesn’t sense your true feelings and allowing you to maintain the upper hand.”

“I guess if I was trying to find some Sun Tzu, you would be the right person to ask, huh?”

Sharon looks over, face showing careful surprise to see an amused Steve standing behind Aunt Peggy’s shoulder in the aisle of their favorite local bookshop, just one of dozens of fellow holiday shoppers crammed into the space. Nat joins him a minute later, holding a couple of graphic novels in one arm. Sharon approves of that casualness. They’d known it would be a little risky for her to try to get her dad to work a present-buying excursion into their plans for the day – he might have gotten wind that something was afoot if Nat too steadfastly refused to take no for an answer, but since they're regulars, it would have been even more suspicious for her to hover around once they'd arrived and give any appearance of trying to guide him anywhere in particular in the store or of this being in any way more than an average visit.

"Steve," says Aunt Peggy, turning in surprise and even seeming to flush just a little across her cheekbones. It's actually nice to see, Sharon thinks, pretending to straighten their book pile while giving Natasha a subtle thumbs up. Over the past few weeks, as her aunt and Steve have found more and more reasons to have them all spend time together in the afternoons and evenings and over the weekends, they’ve gotten more and more comfortable with each other, but knowing that Aunt Peggy still has that flash of excitement when seeing him tells Sharon that she’s made the right choice. The couple of times that her aunt has had dates since coming to Brooklyn, Aunt Peggy has been really careful to be her most shiny and controlled self. There’s a lot about that self to admire, sure, but it’s a lot nicer to see the real Aunt Peggy allowing herself to peek through, that little bit of vulnerability but also ease. She doesn’t do some sort of quick maneuver to spruce up the old jeans and sweater that she’s wearing, or try to cover up her pleased little double take. It’s equally nice to see Steve blushing a little in return, pinkening his smiling cheeks.

“It’s good to see you two,” he says quickly, tucking his hands into his pockets. “I’m glad that Nat had the idea to come here to pick up a few last minute gifts.”

"Funny, Sharon had the same thought," says Aunt Peggy, casting a glance at her, and Sharon smiles before digging into her pocket for one of the candy canes they'd had in a bowl at the counter. She tries to unwrap the plastic as if her heart hasn't suddenly picked up rhythm at the thought that sharp-minded Aunt Peggy might be realizing that it isn't all coincidence. But, as Sharon sticks the sweet into her mouth, her aunt turns back to Steve and adds, "I suppose our girls' great minds think alike."

"I'd say that we could get some credit for that, or at least for sending them to a good school, but I think it's all them."

Aunt Peggy puts her hand on his arm, an unexpectedly tender look on her face, and Sharon freezes a little; there's something about the moment that makes her wonder if there's about to be some comment made about how Steve has already done far more for his daughter than he gives himself credit for. Natasha had mentioned – just quickly, so that Sharon would barely even remember it except for the careful way that she had relaxed her jaw, which probably would have misled most other people but just made Sharon more alert – how much she dislikes people talking about her adoption like her dad is just doing charity work, like Nat's presence in his life is some huge burden or something he should get endless gold stars for enduring.

"We're certainly lucky to have them, just as they are," Aunt Peggy says instead, as the whittled pinprick end of the candy cane accidentally stabs at Sharon's tongue and she holds back a yelp to listen. "But I've seen bits of you in Natasha as well."

The two of them are making long eye contact. Steve's hand comes up to cover Aunt Peggy's where it rests against his forearm. Sharon very purposefully does not grin around her candy.

"Luckily the hair isn’t one of them," says Nat. Sharon wants to glare at her but channels it by chomping down and filling her mouth with peppermint shards, because the bubble of quiet that they had existed in so briefly disappears, the noise and chaos of a Saturday afternoon nearing Christmas rushing back over them with Nat’s flippant tone. "I don't know that he could pull it off."

Aunt Peggy replies, "Oh, I’m not certain I agree. I think he has at least a chance of managing with that color, even if it wouldn't be as lovely as it is on you," but her voice sounds normal now, teasing but confident rather than close and confiding the way it was a minute ago. She turns to Steve and asks, "What else will you two be up to today?"

Steve's smile somehow seems to have shifted from the gentle, private light it showed a minute ago. It just looks like a regular grown-up small talk smile now, the same way that Aunt Peggy's question sounded. But he says easily, "We're going to drop the books at home along the way to the holiday party that my best friend's family is throwing. They like to have it far enough in advance that no one's started traveling yet, no one's in a complete last-minute panic over gift-buying, and it might even actually overlap with some of the holidays that aren’t Christmas – practically half of the people in their neighborhood show up, so they want to give as many people as possible a chance to come.” With a tiny extra pause, a little blink and a deep breath, he adds, “I’d—I’m sure they’d love to meet you if you have the time to join us."

Aunt Peggy laughs, half-thoughtful. “Your friend wouldn’t happen to be a member of the Barnes family, would he?”

“You know Uncle Bucky?”

It is not until she hears Natasha's question, the truly surprised and curious blurt of it, that Sharon recognizes that her earlier comment had not been simply making conversation or trying in some misguided way to move things along to the next phase; it had been Nat, after all, who had suggested that the party would be a good next step, a way to push things from accidental run-ins and purposeful but casual dinners together. Between the bright embrace of Nat’s extended family and the assured presence of mistletoe that Steve and Aunt Peggy might just so happen to find themselves beneath, it would be the right setting to move things from falling to fell. But between their consultation during lunch three days ago and now, something seems to have happened.

It seems that she is not the only one to have realized the difference in Nat’s tone – Steve glances down at his daughter with his brow creased – and there is a slight slowness to Aunt Peggy's words as she says, "I only know Bucky himself by reputation, I’m afraid. His mother was my realtor when I was looking for somewhere that would be a mutually positive living situation for Sharon and myself when I relocated to Brooklyn, and she was kind enough to show me around the neighborhood afterward and tell me about life here."

She shifts so she is facing Sharon. "What would you think about coming along with Steve and Natasha for the party? I think it would be nice to see Winnifred again, but it's up to you. I know that you might have had other plans for how you wanted to spend the afternoon."

"You don't have to if you don't want to," says Natasha, like she honestly couldn’t care one way or the other and isn’t pretending to be casual anymore, but Sharon ignores her.

As much as she misses Daddy and despite the little burn of guilt at the thought that her current life is only possible because he died, this is one of the things that Sharon likes about living with Aunt Peggy. She has no problem putting her foot down or making rules when needed, but she also treats Sharon like her own person, someone whose opinions and desires and feelings should count equally to those of any grownup.

It's moments like this that remind her all over again about why she is working to make sure Aunt Peggy gets the things that she wants too.

"Do you think we should bring a gift to the party?" she asks, and Aunt Peggy and Steve smile in unison.

"What were you doing back there?" Sharon hisses to Nat as they walk ahead; the conversation behind them has moved from a lively and distracting description of some updates to a project that one of Steve's clients had tried to demand at the last minute over to a more serious discussion of something happening at Aunt Peggy’s work – something about “irregularities” and “starting to suspect malfeasance,” which sounds like just the sort of adult thing to keep them distracted so there isn't much danger of Nat and Sharon’s planning being overheard. "For a minute I thought they might even kiss right in the aisle, and then you blew it."

"I didn't blow it," Nat says, facing ahead. "I changed my mind."

Sharon almost stops walking. "Changed your—What are you talking about? Why?"

"My dad...My dad really likes your aunt. And I know you say that your aunt likes him back, but I don't think it's the same thing. I saw how he was looking at her back there. I think that he really likes her, and if that first plan had worked out and they had gotten together, his feelings could have ended up getting really hurt."

The sound of the words first plan and Nat’s use of the past tense echoes alongside their footsteps on the cold sidewalk. "My aunt wouldn't hurt his feelings," Sharon says, quiet but staunch, crossing her arms over her chest, although it's difficult in her puffy coat. "And you should have thought of all that in the first place. You're the one who started all of this!"

"And now I'm cancelling it. So don't think of trying to do something at the party. I've got cousins' eyes everywhere."

The coldness and finality in her tone does not scare Sharon, but it does mean that she needs a chance to regroup and gather any allies and resources as she makes a plan B. She's pretty sure that the party would have been a lot of fun and the perfect next milestone for Aunt Peggy and Steve to start moving toward dating if not the moment that got them there, but instead she hangs at the edges of the crowd, avoiding Aunt Peggy's eyes and brushing off Steve's questions and trying to pretend that everything is okay so that they don't delve any deeper, so that they have fun with Bucky and Winnifred and the rest of the Barnes family who seem to like Aunt Peggy a lot, so that she might salvage at least a little bit of the future that she and—that she has been working toward, even if she has to do it alone.

Natasha wouldn't say that her father is sad, exactly.

So maybe he doesn't smile in that certain, slanted kind of way that he did when looking at Ms. Carter. And maybe he goes to bed early instead of chatting on the phone with her about planning things for them to do together, and then about all sorts of other stuff until really late so that he’s yawning as he comes to wake her up for school the next morning. And maybe he just quietly boxes up the leftovers at dinner because it was just the two of them instead of four and Ms. Carter wasn’t there to tease him or stand next to him at the counter as they both tried to chop things.

Okay, so maybe he is a little sad.

She asks him directly as she sets the table a few days after the party why he hadn’t just invited the Carters over if he wanted to see them. And he had looked at her with that Dad look of his and said, his tone even more gentle in comparison to her tight one that she couldn’t quiet help, “It seemed like you and Sharon might have had a fight, so I didn’t want to make things harder for you.”

“You aren’t going to make me apologize?” She makes herself look at him as she says it, even though she wants to look down at the forks in her hand.

He looks back, with only the littlest raise of his eyebrow at the demanding tone. “I trust that if you’re having a problem with a friend, there’s a reason for it, and that you’ll make the right choice to apologize if you need to, to forgive her, or to decide that your friendship is over.” He steps over and places a kiss on her head. “That’s the kind of thing that we do for the people we love, Nat,” he says softly against her hair. “We trust them.”

As she lies in bed that night, Nat, pinching the twisty worm of guilt tunneling through her insides, thinks about choices, and about trust. Yes, Dad might get hurt from being with Ms. Carter, but maybe he won’t. Maybe she should trust that Ms. Carter will be careful with him, or that even if something does happen, Dad will be glad to have been with her anyway for as long as it might last.

One of the things that Dad taught her, first as his foster kid and now as his kid, is that we can look for people to be good instead of assuming that they won’t be. She decides to try that now, decides that she will talk to Sharon in the morning.

Even if her father isn’t sad, that doesn’t mean he can’t be happier. If not seeing Ms. Carter is already hurting him, maybe Natasha was right in the first place about what he needs and what she needs to do to get it for him.

Sharon had been a little bit surprised that Steve and Natasha don’t have huge Christmas Eve plans; there seemed to be infinite relatives at the party, all hugging them and laughing, part of the sort of enormous family that she has only seen on TV or in movies, where they would all gather and watch some holiday classic and fall asleep in a big pile so they could wake up to open presents all together the next morning.

She is, however, far more surprised when Natasha comes over to her at school two days before Christmas and says that she was wrong to try to stop their plan and that she is ready to finish things.

“And how do I know you won’t back out again?” Sharon looks out across the playground, only flicking her eyes back in tiny darts to catch glimpses of Nat.

“You just believe, I guess, the same way that you do with anything about other people,” Nat says simply. “But also…If your aunt has been anything like my dad over the past few days, you’ll be willing to take the risk.”

Sharon looks at her fully now, red hair glinting metallic under the afternoon sun covering the playground despite the cold, face not overly apologetic but certainly determined. She thinks of Aunt Peggy, the way that over the last few days she had more than once picked up her phone to check for messages or to start sending one herself before placing it forcefully back down again, how dinner was somewhat lackluster because although they were back to eating good takeout, Aunt Peggy carefully cut and ate each bite as if programmed and as if she wasn’t enjoying it half as much as she would choking down whatever Steve had made recently, the way she would go back into her home office to work afterward because Steve wasn’t there to prod her into playing a board game together or talk about whatever was happening at work that was adding to her mood.

“Fine.” She crosses her arms and Nat does the same, the two of them scanning over the other kids on the playground. “What did you have in mind?”

The sleepover, they decide, will be at Natasha’s house. Sharon offers all sorts of logical reasons for this — Dad and Nat have a TV for showing movies while the Carters mostly watch things on their laptops and tablets, and the couch is smaller which will make it easier to box Dad and Ms. Carter into squishing together during the evening — and Nat doesn’t say that she suspects that, more than anything, it is because their place is simply cozier. She knows what it feels like to have those sorts of tender things which you don’t want to speak about, and exactly how much it means to come into the apartment and see the fridge with her papers and projects magneted firmly to the front and the walls covered in the paint that they picked out together after Nat’s adoption was finalized and the coffee table chest filled with Dad’s handmade afghans that anyone can curl under.

They had assumed that their careful planning would ensure that Ms. Carter wouldn’t just drop Sharon off and leave, but instead it is Dad. Even in the face of her laughing remarks that allowing herself a quiet bubble bath and a new coat of nail polish on Christmas Eve will be a treat, he says a soft and simple, “Peggy. You should stay with us,” and she actually does.

There are times during the evening that Natasha forgets that this is all part of the plan. Between decorating cookies, trying to play some games together (Pictionary in particular is a hilarious disaster, because Dad is very good and that makes Ms. Carter turn grumpy in the most steely and genteel way) and watching the argument between Dad and Ms. Carter about the best Christmas movies and which classic songs should simply be tossed out, it’s all just so much fun.

Originally they had planned to keep things going until it was late enough that Dad would be simply forced by politeness to ask her to stay, but the weather lends them a hand, the snow coming down in heavy flakes and with heavier gusts as the night wears on. Sharon’s hand clenches slightly in silent victory on the rug in front of them when it is Ms. Carter who comments, stretching as the credits of It’s a Wonderful Life roll on the screen, that she wishes she’d remembered her gloves for the walk home. Dad practically trips over himself inviting her to spend the night.

Instead of having that sleepover sort of excitement, the important sense of showing someone else your space and everything about your routine just being a little more when seen through the eyes of a friend, Natasha finds that getting ready for bed mostly just feels…comfortable. She and Sharon brush their teeth while listening to the sounds of the dinner dishes being cleared up, the voices of the grown-ups rising and falling peaceably around the rush of water and clink of silverware and shutting of cupboards as the dried dishes are put away.

Even though she knows that Sharon isn’t the sort to need to call home to say goodnight or to fuss about glasses of water and nightlights to avoid having to go to sleep in a strange place, there is something particularly cozy about two familiar faces framed in the doorway checking to make certain that they are sleepily settled in Natasha’s room. And although it could easily feel uncomfortable to have the usual night sounds of the apartment outside suddenly different, enhanced by an unfamiliar presence alongside her father, Nat finds herself relaxing into the humming murmur of conversation from beyond the door, so much so that it is only seeking out the triumphant glint of Sharon’s eyes in the almost-dark which keeps her awake enough to sneak out as the clock ticks over near midnight.

“That’s a tough thing,” Dad is saying as the two girls creep over to hide behind the sofa. The living room is lit only by the table lamps and the little bulbs wrapped around the Christmas tree where they are carefully setting gifts; even if they are too old for Santa tales, there’s something nice about traditions. “That’s a tough thing, Peg. You’ve already had a big year, losing your brother, moving across the ocean, taking responsibility for Sharon. Leaving your job over this would be hard — the financial issues, not to mention that bit of stability.”

“You say that as if you wouldn’t feel disappointed to find that I’d stayed at the firm after what I’ve found out,” she says, in return, smoothing some errant corner of wrapping paper with a firm hand. Despite her cut-glass diction and attempted humor, there is a bit of a question mark beneath that even the girls can hear wavering in the air.

But Dad shakes his head immediately. “I say that as someone who knows that whatever you decide, it will be the right choice for you both.”

“Ridiculous man,” she says, and Nat knows as she meets Sharon’s wide eyes that she has noticed the shake of tears in her aunt’s voice and that she hadn’t expected it either.

“Sure. Although not for this.”

When Dad touches her cheek gently, Nat has the immediate feeling that she should look away. But she reaches out a hand and grips Sharon’s instead, the two of them holding what suddenly feels like their shared breath. “I’ve seen the kind of person you are, Peggy. I’ve seen how smart you are — sharp as hell, six steps ahead and around the corner from everyone else — and how strong and certain and self-reliant. I’ve seen the way that you care for Sharon. There’s no one whose judgment I would trust more.”

“Well.” Somehow Ms. Carter makes even shifting herself forward on the floor surrounded by pine needles and presents look elegant, even with that remaining vulnerability there too. “Coming from a deeply kind and upstanding and moral man, and the best father I know, that means quite a lot.” And then she leans that last bit and presses her mouth to his.

Nat is certain that the small, excited squeak did not come from her, but based on Sharon’s matching warning look, she is equally disavowing being the source. Through some silent, mutual agreement, they decide to chalk it up to a mysterious but necessary atmospheric venting of joy at this moment and turn their attention back.

“What about the girls?” Dad asks as he and Ms. Carter part. “I don’t think that I can just kiss you, or just do it once, and they’ve both had it hard. If we started something…” but Nat notices that he does not move away and that he has her fingers still held in his, their hands twined and tucked snug between their chests.

Ms. Carter smiles, bright-edged and knowing by the blurry holiday lights. “Somehow I have the feeling that they won’t precisely mind,” she says, and when he leans forward to kiss her again despite his quizzical expression, Nat and Sharon take the opportunity to crawl away, exchanging a triumphant nod.

When they get back to Nat’s bedroom, hearing the low laughter still coming from the living room, they cannot help but high five as well for a job well done, a successful plan, the future that they made for all of them together.

(And if perhaps Ms. Carter clued in somewhere along the way, well, they couldn’t really expect to make it through without that happening, could they?)

Sharon should be sleeping. December has been so packed: between all their usual traditions – skating, sledding, peppermint cocoa at the diner, buying gifts at the bookstore, the annual Barnes family party, decorating the tree and the apartment – and their move this year into the new place (which Winnifred Barnes had called “a steal,” Aunt Peggy had called “quite reasonable,” and Steve had referred to as “a travesty that would be solved by rent control”), by Christmas Eve she’s honestly exhausted. But something woke her and she can’t quite get back to sleep, so she finally gets up to go get a drink from the kitchen.

She passes Nat’s room on the way down the hall, smiling at the small picture of the four of them together which her sister had stuck up on the door. As she nears the living room, there’s a small sound that makes her freeze. For a moment she wonders if one of their gifts this year actually is the cat they’ve been asking for, but as she slowly turns her head, she finds that Aunt Peggy and Steve – probably tired out too from all the activity, Aunt Peggy’s work with the new firm, and the slow way they were turning in a circle together before the girls went to bed – are asleep and breathing deeply on the sofa together; it’s the bigger one from their old apartment but they’re still cuddled together, Aunt Peggy’s head on Steve’s shoulder and his tipping over hers as the bulbs from the Christmas tree illuminate them, tiny and glowing.

“Better get back to bed,” Nat says softly from behind her, and somehow she isn’t surprised to hear her there. “You don’t want to be too tired tomorrow to appreciate Peggy rating Dad’s attempt at the full English breakfast.”

“I could never be too tired for that,” Sharon says with a little laugh, but she is actually feeling sleepy again, so she turns and follows Nat down the hall, glancing over her shoulder one last time at their parents, all ready for another Christmas together.

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My AU Synopsis for the main trio + June and Fowler: Jackson Darby: 16 yrs. Neurodivergent, Intersex ADHD Queer Black Pakistani-American kid from Brooklyn when he moved to Jasper Nevada at five, socially ostracized. bi as FUCK and not even subtle about it. dead father at seven lost due to illness and is being raised by his single mother June has a little drone friend named Emily for max gay adventurer scientist chaos energy. Huge fan of a show called Celestial Odyssey, side passion for music and gaming (bonds with Raf over it). Gains way too many parental figures over the course of the series. Hacked into the Pentagon at ten years old on a dare.

Miko Nakadai: 16 yrs. Heir apparent to Nakadai Industries. Short petite Japanese-American jock girl with slightly toned muscles that can actually send you to the gulag if you fought her. Was in multiple sports clubs and took Shaolin classes. Youngest daughter of a rich family of three other siblings and a lot of extended family back in Japan with a controlling immigrant businessman father, mood disorder af while dealing with the aftermath of generational trauma and a dysfunctional family. Has two older siblings that are both twins, older sister is Himeko and older brother is Sora. Himeko and Sora are both 18. Is the champion of multiple street brawls. Has gotten into many street-fights and fights at school. Secretly a nerd too, so it makes sense that she'd fall for the nerd.

Rafael Esquivel: 12 yrs. White, Italian-Cuban American, from a huge family. Basically near-blind without his glasses. Skipped a couple of grades due to his talents in IT and hacking, and regrets it immensely now due to the burnt-out gifted kid spiral that he's going through. goes to the same high school as Jackson and Miko, and nobody takes him or his decisions seriously since he's younger than the rest. being the youngest is hard honestly-

June Darby: 37 yrs. African American woman, passed down her broader and curvier physique to her intersex son (of whom's also genderqueer and bi as FUCK omg). M-spec, male-leaning. Learns about the Autobots later on and about the work her son does and the wonderful family and life he's building for himself, and instantly allies herself with them the moment she does. Quit her big-shot engineer job and became a mechanic just to be able to be home take care of her son. automatically adopts everyone else. best friends with Optimus Prime and Fowler naturally. she'd give the sun and moon and stars and universe and galaxies and planets and nebulas and black holes and MORE for her babies and our blood and all of us LIVE to see it. Closeted nerd and neurodivergent as well. (oh and btw Mama Darby once called Team Prime a more affectionate/familial nickname in French and the familial love +2 modifier was too much for them once their processors translated it and they understood what it and the connotations meant. Bumblebee was trying so hard not to break out into tears while Arcee was struggling to hold back a smile)

William Fowler: 35-37 yrs. Black American. Grew up in Detroit. Knew Jackson's father from his time in the army- they were both best friends. FBI agent and government personnel. Stern and no-nonsense authority figure at first, strict yet disciplined, takes it upon himself to be one of many Jackson's 'older sibling' figures that he gains. he and the kids both fight a lot but they are literally a package deal so do not separate anyways. HUGE cat-person, bonds with Miko over it. Actually really likes Emily because the drone behaves like an affectionate and excited puppy who's just happy to be there. He and June work together from the time she finds out the 'truth' to co-parent her son and his friends and to support them and the Autobots in all of their missions.

[brooklynmuseum]

Ruff day? Cue the four-legged visitors! 🐾

As part of their training as future assistance dogs, the Guide Dog Foundation brought this class of puppies to the Brooklyn Museum to navigate around our display cases, in and out of elevators, and through the galleries to prepare the puppies for any possible experience they may encounter with their handler who is blind or has low vision.

As a fur-iendly reminder, the Brooklyn Museum welcomes visitors with service animals, and you don’t need to notify us in advance. Animals whose sole function is to provide comfort or emotional support do not qualify as service animals under the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) and are, therefore, not permitted.

If you’re interested in volunteering as a puppy raiser, the Guide Dog Foundation accepts volunteers on a rolling basis. Register your interest: http://bit.ly/3KbWVKI

📷 Courtesy of Guide Dog Foundation

[ashecampos]

Web Head

Trans Spider y/n

no love interest. yet. comment who should be the love interest though. Just a new series, maybe one shot I’m trying out. I’m this universe reader is Spider-Man but unlike any other spider person they have this one little problem. He was assigned female at birth.

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“HEY PENIS PARKER” a familiar voice shouts in my ear as I rest my head on my cold locker. A heavy force pushes my back towards the locker, my body is pushed up so my feet aren’t touching the ground, his hands grip the collar of my shirt. “What did I say about you seeing my girl parker?” He scowls at me. Flash Thompson. The bully. I grimace as a clenched fist makes contact with my face, my body dropping to the floor. Students gather around like this is the most important part of their day. Which knowing the kids from Brooklyn, it probably is. I pick myself up, dirty converse placed on the floor as I put my hands up to fight. For the fourth time this week. Once again his fist makes contact with my face again, this time he draws blood, my cheek cuts open from his silver plated ring, fuck. My turn. I quickly jab him in the jaw, his face is comical as he shakes his head, spitting out blood onto the floor, he smirks and grabs me by the chin and throws my body to the ground, with force he kicks me in the ribs a couple of times before she runs over. His girlfriend. “Flash what are you doing? Break it up” she pulls his arm so he is a distance away from me. It all happens so fast but teachers are storming towards us, one grabs my arm while another ushers flash toward the principals office.

Shoved into a seat, Flash and the head teacher is sat in the room with me. “you two used to be best friends, now you both fight” the principal starts. “One more time and you are both expelled. Your parents.. sorry guardians will be informed about this” he then states sternly. Fuck my uncle Ben is going to kill me, I’m so dead.

“Now go hurry along you have to catch a bus for your classes day trip if I’m not wrong” he chuckles before adding “boys will be boys” at the end of his sentence.

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I throw my body down onto a free pair of seats, closing my eyes and sighing. Finally. “Shove along short ass” another familiar voice says through the crowd. Thank god it’s Tess, my best friend of eight long years. She’s the yin to my yang. The Cap to my Bucky. And all of that cringe shit. I quickly sit up leaving her room on the left to me, she sits and looks over to me, she shakes her head. “you look like shit” she states with a laugh “you should see the other guy” i smirk “I did”

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After a few minutes of conversation she instantly perks up. Turning to me with puppy dog eyes she grabs my attention “please join the rugby team y/n, you’ll love it” she asks for the millionth time. I hadn’t played rugby since my parents left when I was 10. Chuckling I cave for her begging “I’ll think about it okay?” I say with a hint of sarcasm.

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Our conversation flows naturally as time goes on, before we know it we have arrived at the place. Octavius labs. “Apparently they signed a deal with Doctor Connors” I overhear someone say in awe as we step off of the bus.

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Once inside the building we get assigned groups and of course tour guides. Ours was some old man with 90s style glasses and white hair, someone you could see as your grandpa who has the best stories ever. In who you know led an amazing life. Tess pulls my arm making me look up at her, I give her a questioning look as she pulls out my camera. Sneaky bitch. “Hey I picked this up, thought we could sneak off to the spider enclosure and grab some shots, you promised to do me a spider tattoo, this can be your concept design” she smirks again with pleading eyes. She’s never been the one to like the field trips, she’s chill and would rather go do her own thing, that being dragging me to do things with her. I nod as we sneak away from the poor old man.

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I open the door for her like a true gentleman, she enters the room and looks around surprised. I walk up to the spiders in awe. I grab my camera and get to work. Just as I click the button to take one last photo. A selfie of me and Tess with the spiders. I feel a stabbing pain on my left rib. Fucking binder. I grimace a little, making Tess look over. One hand keeps a hold of my camera as the other shoots to my rib. “You need to get a new binder” Tess says with sympathy in her voice. “Cmon we should go, you still down to see my mom tomorrow? she misses you a lot” Tess informs me, that makes me laugh a little, the pain being less apparent thankfully, we head out of the labs, heading back to the bus.

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Opening the door to my aunt and uncle’s apartment. Now sporting a headache and chest pain, I walk to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. “Hey bud! How was the field trip?” My aunt may says with her signature smile. She wraps an arm around me giving me some weird half hug. “Mh?” I say groaning as my vision starts to go crappy. She kisses me on the forehead and smiles a little. “Go to bed y/n, you look like crap” she chuckles as I walk to my room and my body flops onto my bed.

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A piercing sound hits my ears. Fuck my alarm, I cover my ears and slap my phone multiple times trying to shut it off after like 50 tries it finally stops. My eyes open and I feel like I’m blinded. What the fuck is happening to me? I cover my eyes and attempt to close my curtains, somehow I don’t trip over anything in my room and get the curtains first try. Weird.

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The whole morning my sensory issues get a little bit easier to handle, I skate to school again and as soon as I enter I walk straight into Flash. Well I’m a dead man arent I? He is now sporting a black eye and a grazed cheek bone. He looks at me and swings for my face. I catch his punch which grabs everyone’s attention. He looks extra confused today, I sweep him off of his feet and he is now on the floor, being the respectful man I am, I walk away.

-

The whole day goes by questionably quick. One thing that is a bit confusing is that my hands are sticking to everything. It’s super annoying but I guess it was funny to see the look on Tess’s face when I held the ruby ball above her head without using the grip of my fingers, just my palm. That was a sight to see.

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I skate home and get pushed off of my board by some tall dude. “What the fuck man?” I say using my deep manly voice. Or so I thought. “Fuck you tranny” he says as he comes closer to me. Well this isn’t good. I push him away and go to punch him but some weird white stuff comes out of my wrist, due to him already having his hand up, his right hand gets stuck to the wall with whatever that stuff was. I look behind me to see if it was someone else. Nope only us here. I look at my wrist confused. Did that stuff come out of me? what. the. fuck. I walk closer to the man, doing the same to his other hand before walking to get a closer view of the white stuff. It looks like string, I hold my hand out and shoot the stuff onto the bricks close to his head, I swipe a little off onto my finger to get a closer feel of it. Webs? Did I just shoot a spider web out of my wrist. I back away a little wait I’ve heard about this before. What was it. One of those stupid comics Tess likes. Uh spider woman. Yes that’s it.

-

While walking away I grab my phone and dial Tess’s number. On the second ring she picks up.

-

“Hey T, I need one of your comics” I say with urgency.

“Wait oh my god, have I converted you to the dark side??” She squeals into the speaker

“sure you have, do you still have that uh spider girl thing?” I say with a sigh knowing I’m never going to live this down

“I left it at yours because I knew you would want it someday, check under your old rugby uniform” she says, I just know she’s smiling trough the phone right now.

“Omg I love you so much, thankyouuu you stupid nerd” I say as o start to run back to my house, skate board in my hand.

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I run into the house faster than usual and get to my room, once there I go straight to my old rugby shit, throwing my uniform to the side and grabbing the comic. I flip through it and it hits me. I got bit by a spider as the lab yesterday. Shitttt.

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I lift up my hoodie and look at my ribs, remembering the stabbing pain I felt when I was with Tess when we snuck off yesterday. Two small red bite marks are placed on my skin. Great I’m going to die. Or turn into some mutant. I think death would be the better option here.

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A few hours later and lots of reading the comic and analysing the facts of it, I decide I need to test my new ‘power’. I grab a flannel and go out, leaving a sticky note on the fridge which reads ‘went to Tess’s house xoxo’. I look around the streets trying to find a tall building, comic book in hand, I run up the stairs of a building and get to the top. “Just a leap of faith y/n..cmon just jump” I say to myself as I look down at the drop.

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“nope no not happening” I say while running back down the stairs I go and find a smaller building and go on top of that instead.

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One atop of the building I hold my hand out and try shoot a web. Nope that didn’t do anything. I hold the comic up and look at the hand gesture she done. Copying her action I throw my hand out doing the hand action and it works. Okay then that was easy. Now this.

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I look down at the ground, I take a few steps back and run full speed to the edge and jump off. My body is on a downward spiral to the floor, I hold my hand out and a web shoots, attaching its self to a lamppost. Score.

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I grab the web and aim my body toward the lamppost and it works I’m swinging across the streets in no time. This is so cool.

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I end up taking advantage of this newfound advantage, I go to the shops and grab a bunch of snacks and hair dye, paying for them of course. I swing to Tess’s house, knocking on the door. Her mom answers it, i smile awkwardly. She lets me in and I walk into Tess’s room “hello sunshineee” I say as I drop myself onto her floor as she lays on the bed “hello goth boy” she chuckles as she looks down at me, I look up at her, holding up the bag. “I brought snacks and hair dye” she takes the bag and empties it out onto the bed, grabbing the hair dye first “do we have an exam tomorrow?” She questions, gaining a nod from me “hair dye timee” I say knowing she always dyes her hair before a test.

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Next thing I know we are in her bathroom, she has half of her hair up in a bun and the rest I am applying pink to. Once I’ve done that, I wrap it in foil and she grabs the bleach box dye looking at my hair. “no please not again” I beg as I back away, she starts to open the dye, once the cap is off she shrugs “well it’s open now we must use it” she smirks as she puts a blob onto my hair “I hate you so much” I groan. My poor hair “love you too” she chuckles as she begins to abuse my hair.

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Heyy guys, this is part one of a new series I’m trying out. I hope you like it. Please comment who you think would suit our little y/n as their love interest.

Extra - have a photo of me and my bsf as spiderman, she’s the blonde one ofc, love you @bookaddict05

[americasass81]

The Sweetest Treat

Warnings:- Fluff, Mild M & F Smut (nothing too graphic).

Parings:- TFATWS Bucky Barnes x Named Female Baker Character (This is a gift fic).

Synopsis:- It's said that smells can trigger memories, but no one really tells you that smells can also create new ones.  This is a lesson Bucky Barnes is about to find out.

Author’s Note 1:- Written as a gift for the sweet and talented @candy-and-writing I can only hope this brings a smile to your face the same way My Resolutions always has and still does to mine.  Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful talent with all of us.  Hope the wait wasn't too long.

Total Word Count:- 6,573

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Driving leisurely away from the town, Bucky's eyes darted from the road every now and then to glance over to confirm the safety of his contribution to the Wilson's potluck as an innocent smile graced his features.

But then again was it really his contribution?

Oh sure, he had been allowed into your inner sanctum to watch you work and after some prodding, poking and pleading with just the right amount of puppy dog eyes you had even agreed to let him help.  But being honest with himself, it had been your hands that did all the work.

And what skill those hands were capable of.

Thinking back on that morning when Sarah's beautiful boys had woken him up to playful antics with their uncle's shield and joyous memories of a childhood spent rescuing Steve in various parts of Brooklyn, sitting down at the table listening to Sam and Sarah discuss the repairing of the boat and the community gathering that would ensue, Bucky knew exactly what he planned to contribute.

While it's true he hadn't done much exploring here since Sam had extended his, and by extension his sister's hospitality, he had managed however to find himself a little slice of heaven and he couldn't hide the smile as his thoughts invariably drifted to you.

Heading into town one morning to give Sarah and the boys some space, a walk along the street and a smell like nothing he had ever remembered in his war ravaged life called out to him and led him to the spot that would all too soon claim his attention and his heart .... The Sweetest Treat.

Oh how his heart still beat a little faster at how appropriately the place had been named.

A delightfully bright looking cafe, its window adorned in delicious looking cakes and buns, the smell that captured his attention and lured him inside was nothing to what greeted him as the little bell signaled his arrival and your image flooded his vision.

Glimmering like a sweet summer's morning as you explained the various items waiting behind the counter to the little girl standing beside her mother with her eyes about to pop from the excitement, Bucky couldn't help but wonder if perhaps you were some ethereal goddess whose special skill was to draw people to you with food.

But then again, he would soon come to realize that what you created could not really be classed as food.  And you were no ordinary baker.

Taking a seat at a vacant table, Bucky watched with fascination not only as you gave the little girl ample time to pick out her dessert, but also minutes later when you suddenly stood before him with a black coffee and what looked to him like a lovingly decorated slice of carrot cake.

"Excuse me, but I didn't order this," he replied as the cafe now turned quiet with the few patrons present tucking into their own orders while spending a few precious moments enjoying one another's company.

"Oh I know," you clarified with the same warm smile that not only put him at ease but also made a strange sensation flutter in his chest.  "But something tells me I'm not gonna hear you complain.  Enjoy," you continued as that same little tinkle that earlier signaled his arrival now brought both of your attentions back to the newly arrived customer.

Turning your back on him then and returning to your duties, Bucky sat there dumbfounded momentarily at this weird development as his eyes rested on the items before him and questions silently filled his mind.  How did you know he took his coffee black?  How could you possibly know he had spent his childhood living on his mother's carrot cake?  Okay well maybe not living on it, after all Winnifred Barnes had always made sure her children were properly fed.  But still, carrot cake was definitely something the Barnes' children knew well and thoroughly enjoyed.

As such he had to wonder if this would even hold a candle to that memory?

Taking just a few seconds longer to contemplate this as more customers came and went, finally picking up his fork and taking that first bite told him all he needed to know .... you were most definitely a goddess.  Now he just had to know how you did it.

Oh it wasn't the baking that intrigued him, even if he had to admit the dessert was divine.  No, what grabbed his attention now was the trick you had pulled with him and two little boys who came after that who just stared unendingly at the treats before them, unable to zero in on what they would like.

Watching from his spot with all the observational skills he had acquired throughout his long life while slowly savoring the sweet treat you had delivered to him, he was captivated once more as you looked the boys up and down, asked them some seemingly random questions about their interests and then disappeared into the back room only to return some seconds later with one Hulk cupcake and one Hawkeye cupcake.

And the response you got in return blew his mind.  You had made their day.  Their year.

Finishing up his items soon after that and heading over to the counter to pay for his order, you shocked him once more when you simply pointed to the basket on the counter attached to the red balloon before speaking.  "No one pays here today.  The last Friday of every month I simply ask people to give what they can.  The proceeds are then divided up between the local causes that need them."

Looking surprised by this development, he wanted to ask you so many questions, but the ringing of your phone told him this would have to wait.  Still, he figured any excuse to return.  So shoving his hand into his pocket and tossing out some bills that more than covered what he had consumed, Bucky left you with a smile before walking out your door with the promise that he would return.

And return he did.

A month after that first encounter, your shop had become his little refuge.  And perhaps his guilty pleasure.  Slowly talking to you and carefully watching you, he had started to let his guard down and get in touch with the carefree youngster he had been before war, Hydra and rampaging mad titans had stripped away any humanity he possessed.  Which was kind of how you had described him when he finally plucked up the courage to ask you about that first order you had placed before him.

"Ha, what can I say Bucky?  Carrot cake suits you perfectly," you started when the door had closed on the last customer and the question had finally left his lips.

"Excuse me?  I think you're gonna have to explain that one a bit more," he replied cautiously as the lock turned and your eyes finally landed on his.

"Well ... ," you replied, heading off behind the counter to fill out a black coffee and hot chocolate before loading them on a tray with your latest creation .... a beautifully decorated Avengers cake.  Walking then towards an empty table away from the windows, you signaled Bucky to follow and waited until both of you were seated before continuing, "carrot cake suits you because who really wants vegetables for dessert?  Hell, half the time, who wants vegetables at all?" you questioned, as you cut into the cake before you to reveal a marbled inside in six vibrant and glorious colors.

Slicing off two portions as you handed one to Bucky who still awaited the rest of your explanation, you took a bite and an accompanying sip of hot chocolate while allowing Bucky to do the same before carrying on.  "This is where the comparison to you comes in," you picked up again as Bucky began to really enjoy the dessert before him.  "I suspect, and please know there's no judgment here, but something tells me people's first reaction to you is always to see the Winter Soldier instead of the compassionate soul tainted by all the trauma you've experienced."

Pausing in his eating to look at you now as if seeing you again for the first time, he would have asked you why you too didn't see Hydra's weapon, but your next words provided that explanation beautifully.  "That's why carrot cake.  Just mention the word and no one really wants it.  But taste it.  Allow yourself to really savor that first glorious bite and you are treated to a moist and dense cake that typically has a slightly spicy and sweet flavor.  I bet you Mr. Barnes are just the perfect blend of sweet and spicy once someone sets aside their initial discomfort and peaks beneath your ... layers," you finished coyly, before licking your lips and leaning forward to pinch a piece of his cake and bring it to your lips.

Watching now like a starving man as the same cake sat on your plate while this small piece of his breached your lips, his throat and pants tightened considerably as the confection disappeared at the exact moment a sinful moan left those very lips.

God how he longed to have you make that sound for him.

Shifting in his seat now as images flashed before his eyes of you in the back room surrounded by the smell of freshly baked cakes and buns, both of your bodies dusted with flour as his aching manhood brought you to heights never reached before, the moan you had just released now mingled with his name as his seed burst forth, stained your warm walls and marked you as his until the end of time.

But wait, he did hear his name leave your lips.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts to look now at your concerned face as you asked him again if everything was all right, he quickly and easily slipped into the role of his alter ego and took a generous mouthful of coffee before answering.  "Of course Maegan, I just remembered Sam mentioned that he might try to fix up more of their boat today.  Perhaps that sweet part of me you believe still exists should probably go help him.  Do you mind?" he asked, unsure now how you would react and how he in turn would feel should you shut him out.

Smiling over at him however as you reassured him in your own carefree way that he always knew where to find you, he took your hand in his and kissed it gently before skillfully removing himself from your presence without having to explain the almost obvious tent now forming in his jeans.  Making it to his truck then and checking his phone after sitting carefully behind the wheel, he thanked whomever was watching over him when the time displayed told him that Sam wouldn't need him for two more hours.

Plenty of time.

Turning on the ignition then and pulling into the sparse rural traffic, he headed out of town towards the Wilson's home place before the images that caused his current predicament forced him off the road as his sense of decency kicked in.

He couldn't take care of this particular problem under Sarah Wilson's roof.

On the one hand his blessed Ma would turn in her grave if he even attempted such an act under someone else's roof and on the other, Sarah had been so kind in not only extending her hospitality to someone who was simply an acquaintance of her brother's but that hospitality had even extended to allowing that same relative stranger with a very murky and violent past sleep under the same roof as her children.

No, the good man he once was and hoped to be again couldn't do that.

So looking at his phone once more, he sent off a quick text to Sam to let him know that he would drop by to help him with the boat and then heading back into town, booked into the local hotel for 24 hours and set about making himself more comfortable.

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And so that was how his days were spent and the peace he once glimpsed in Wakanda found him once again.

Heading into town most mornings under the guise of giving the Wilson's some space or helping out with errands, your easy smile, some black coffee and a slice of your latest creation kept him busy even if it didn't occupy his mind.

Learning more and more about you and your interests the longer he spent in your company, the day before the potluck and his dreams of finally having you became a reality.

Leaning casually against a counter in your back kitchen as the day's cream buns sent heavenly smells wafting throughout the room, your playful smiles as you busied yourself with the next creation gave Bucky the courage he needed to finally take Sam up on all his teasing.

Working with his friend most evenings after finally pulling himself away from your effervescent company, Sam it seemed had made it his other mission to hook him up as a means of keeping Bucky's eyes off his sister.

If only he knew the truth.

Of course Sarah was indeed a fabulous woman to be admired and respected, but even if he hadn't already given his heart to you, Bucky was not about to jeopardize his friendship with Sam to pursue her.

Still it was fascinating to see this side of Sam.  Always so guarded around Bucky, it seemed getting his friend laid brought out his playful side as evenings on the boat included the now customary C.I.A. like rundown on all the available women in town that Sam felt were right in some form for Bucky.

Which eventually worked their way around to you.

"You know man, if you haven't been to The Sweetest Treat yet you really ought to check it out," Sam called across the boat with a devilish wink as Bucky schooled his features before glancing over at him.  "I swear, not only is it the best bakery in town, outside of the fact that it is the only bakery in town," Sam added with a laugh before continuing, "but Maegan ... definitely one of the kindest people you will ever meet."

"Yeah?" Bucky asked while making sure not to give himself away, "so how come she's not spoken for?  Why haven't you staked your claim?"

"First off man, one doesn't stake their claim on Maegan," Sam huffed out in offense between breaths as the metal coating along the top of the boat seemed to be proving far more formidable than any of the Flagsmashers they had so far faced.  "Second of all, she's a sweetheart.  Kind as a button and the type of woman you woo," Sam now continued as Bucky finally took pity on him and wrenched the metal from the boat.

Tossing it aside with a smirk then as Sam now looked at him as if to say 'I had that,' his friend it seemed would get the last dig in however as he called after the retreating super soldier.  "You do remember how to woo a woman, don't you Barnes?"

Returning to the task Sam's talk of you had pulled him from, Bucky simply replied that there was no fear of him in that department.  But he just wasn't looking at the moment.

Totally understanding his friend's feelings as well as the journey he was on to reconcile his past actions, even as Maegan reassured him it was not his fault, Sam let his teasing slide.  At least for the time being.

Then finishing off another's evening work before Sam headed home, Bucky seized on their earlier banter to make his excuses to Sam.  "Listen Sam, if it's okay with you I'm gonna skip away this evening.  I owe the Wakandans a debt and all the pieces have finally fallen into place.  Will you make my apologies to Sarah?" Bucky asked at the end as Sam closed up the back of the truck and turned to look at his friend.

"Of course.  But are you sure you don't need a hand?" Sam asked, even if he already knew what the answer would be.

"Thanks, but I got this covered," Bucky easily lied as Zemo was now a two day resident on The Raft and Bucky's thoughts were already well on their way to you.  Promising then to check back in with him tomorrow, Bucky got behind the wheel of Sam's truck and waited until Sam was driving off in Sarah's before heading back into town and the treasure waiting for him there.

And waiting you were.

Parking well away from your shop and walking in just as your last two customers were sitting down with what looked like chocolate fudge cake and cream, Bucky took his now usual seat and waited to see what treat you would deliver.

Oh sure, he could have acted like most regular customers, gone to the counter and ordered what he wanted ... but where was the fun in that?  Where was the surprise in discovering a new and exciting flavor for himself?  Where was the thrill in watching you walk away from him after placing down his order as his eyes roamed over every inch of your glorious frame and tried to imagine what your delicate skin would feel and taste like?

Hopefully tonight would give him some insight into that particular question.

And that's exactly what happened.

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This time pulling down the shutters and locking out the world completely, Maegan found herself unable to turn around for the warm, strong body pressed against her back.

"Hey gorgeous, I've been a good assistant all week wouldn't you say?" he asked as he slowly turned you around to face him now.  "When are you actually going to let me get my hands dirty?" he continued as his lips, which still retained the hint of coffee, moved down to skim ever so slightly over yours.

"Now, now Mr. Barnes I'm pretty sure that mind of yours is dirty enough for everything," you teased as he pulled away and the resounding laugh that left his lips filled your heart in a way few other sounds ever could.  It was better than music.

Taking pity on him however as his hands continued to roam over your clothes and an uncomfortable heat began to build between your thighs, you figured maybe a distraction was absolutely necessary after all.  So taking Bucky by the hand and leading him back towards the kitchen, you started collecting up all the necessary equipment while watching Bucky travel around rounding up the ingredients for the chocolate cake he planned on taking to the potluck.

Then placing everything on the counter in the order they were to be used, you grabbed a seat and began calling out each ingredient required and its corresponding amount.  Watching in awe as Bucky carefully measured out everything according to your instructions, you were amazed at how well he remembered all you had taught him until the super soldier picked up the icing sugar and prepared to toss it into the bowl along with the flour, eggs, butter and smaller items necessary to make up the actual cake.

"Bucky no!" you called out while leaping from the counter and sprinting the short distance to his side just in time to catch his hand and stop the catastrophe that was about to happen.  "That's the wrong sugar," you clarified while removing it from his hand and picking up the caster sugar instead.

But it seemed Bucky may have known exactly what he was doing.

Standing behind you now as his empty hands came down on either side of you, your caged body had nowhere to go and the smirk you saw on his handsome face told you all you needed to know.

He had planned this.

Sighing to yourself now as he used his body to close the distance between you and the counter, his obvious need pressed against your ass was nothing compared to the feelings his voice in your ear was sending through your body.

"Oops my bad, guess you'll have to punish me for that later," he whispered as he now took your hand in his, tipped the caster sugar into the bowl and then handed you the waiting mixer.  Placing both of your hands on it then before turning it on, the vibrations which usually had a calming effect on you now only served to make you more aware of what was happening as Bucky slipped his metal hand up your dress and allowed his fingers to skim over your panty-clad core.. 

Circling your bundle of nerves as you tried to focus on the task before you, the sneaky little bastard knew exactly what he was doing however as his keen eyes watched the mixture you were working on and knew exactly when to stop.  Removing his hand just as the mixer shut off and you were about to come, you would have protested if you weren't acutely aware that that was exactly what he had in mind.

He wanted you to beg.

But you weren't about to give him the satisfaction.

No, instead upon lifting the mixer from the bowl, you ran your index finger along one of the prongs and sliding off some of the mixture, brought it to your mouth and sucked it off at the same time your ass began to grind against his covered manhood.

Moaning out in unison with him now as you teased him every bit as good as he had teased you, you had to remind him the oven was on and the cake mix was ready to bake when the sound of a belt unbuckling could be heard clearly throughout the room.

"Damn it you little minx, are you really going to do this to me?" he asked even as he pulled back and used the hand not currently back groping your intimate area to slide the baking tins across the counter towards you.

Simply winking at him as you picked up the bowl and carefully divided the mixture evenly between the both of them, you had to admit teasing him would have been funny if his metal fingers hadn't somehow slipped beneath the fabric and started to play around the entrance to your pussy.  It seemed either way he was determined to wear you down.

And he appeared to be succeeding.

Breaching your opening and sliding his finger in at just the right angle, the moan you allowed past your lips as a hand grabbed hold of the counter told Bucky all he needed to know.  He had found your sweet spot.  Moving it back and forth now as his lips by your ear chanted over and over again what a good girl you were, your facade slipped and a slew of swear words left your lips as he pulled out at just the right second again, walked off towards the sink and washed his hands as he called back over his shoulder towards you.

"Hey gorgeous, weren't you the one that said that mixture needed to go in the oven.  Gonna be kinda hard to have dessert later if you don't get a move on," and the grin he sent your way would have been enough to have you throwing something at him if he hadn't just spoken the truth.

Moving away from the counter then with the cake tins in hand as Bucky, ever the gentleman, came and opened the oven door for you, it seemed his patience had finally snapped when the tins hit the shelf and the oven door closed.

He just had to have you.

Encircling his arms around your body before falling back onto the floor and carrying you with him, the squeal you released was a sound he wanted to hear until the end of time as his lips now skimming along your neck caused your body to react in a way that told him now was his chance.

You wanted him too.

Carefully moving you off him as he followed after you and his lips descended to capture yours, your tongues warring with each other as he nibbled your lower lip and your moans filled his ears made him feel like the luckiest man alive.  You tasted every bit as sweet as the treats you created and soon he would taste the sweetest nectar of all.

But first you needed air.

Rising up and kneeling above you now as his eyes gazed down over your heaving body and kiss-swollen lips, the laugh you now couldn't live without echoed around the silent room as you just about managed to give voice to your current location and the original activity both of you had been engaged in.

"Hey there soldier, you may want to stop your gawking and get a move on.  The cake we just put in the oven will be ready in twenty minutes," you remind him with a cheeky grin before grabbing at his watch to check the time.  "Better yet make that sixteen minutes," you clarified.  "4 minutes gone and we're still fully clothed.  How long exactly do you usually spend on foreplay?"

Appalled now that you would dare mock his skills, even if only to get a rise out of him, your grumpy boy was back as a dark cloud settled over his features when his metal hand reached down beneath your dress again and ripped your panties from your body.  Then reaching forward and running his fingers through your folds as the cold air met your warm flesh, the waiting wetness brought a playful smirk back to his face.

"Oh Maegan really?" he tutted as his fingers began an easy trail up and down your lower lips while his flesh hand began to undo his belt buckle once more.  "And here I was all prepared to worship you the way you deserve and you just want to be finished in time to play around with some icing.  Well, if that's the way you want it," he continued as his jeans and boxers now made themselves at home around his ankles and his leaking cock told you you were about to feel all kinds of sore come morning.

Glancing at his watch once more to see that this exchange had only taken up one more minute, you were about to call out his name in protest but his finger coming to your lips to shush any such action was enough of a warning as his own lips came to rest against your ear.

"Don't worry yourself doll, I know how to be gentle.  Trust me.  Seventeen years or seventeen minutes, all you will feel is loved beyond belief," and with no more words a gentle gasp left your lips the same time as Bucky's finger as the head of his manhood breached your entrance and skid home as if you're pussy was meant for him alone.

Taking a few precious seconds now to rest within you as your body adjusted to a feeling of fullness it had never felt before, an imperceptible nod soon told him that enough time had passed.  Pulling out gently then as his lips remained in contact with your neck and face, words of love and praise mingled with your soft moans and the purring of the oven created a symphony neither one of you wanted to end as your hips began to move in tandem with the soldier's and pushed both of you nearer an edge you were now longing to fall over.

Whining out his name soon after as your body needed just a little extra push to cut the invisible cord strangling your body, Bucky eventually took pity on you and reaching out to stroke your sensitive clit, he circled it slowly until he heard your breathing change and then burying himself deep within your core, let himself go as his fingers squeezed your clit and you followed him over that waiting edge into oblivion.

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Coming too a few minutes later to find him now resting along your side, the timer on the oven put your mind firmly back on the super soldier as it told you seven more minutes were still available to you.  Asking Bucky now how long you had been out, his confirmation that it was possibly only a minute made you feel a whole lot better.

You had managed to keep up.

Taking a few extra seconds now to assess your body amid the workout it had just received, a mild ache between your legs and a pleasant thrumming in your core would have brought your attention back to the cake now sending a soothing smell throughout the kitchen if Bucky hadn't a more pressing issue that needed your attention.

"Hey sweet cakes, I know it's a bit short notice," Bucky suddenly spoke up as his fingers began to slide up and down your arm in a soothing motion that threatened to lull you back to sleep if his next few words hadn't woken you up completely, "but will you come to the Wilson's potluck with me at the weekend?  As my date?"

Trying to figure out now how best to answer this without hurting the super soldier's feelings, you figured honesty was best but knew you had completely missed the mark with your "I don't think so" reply considering the reaction that followed.

Turning you around in his arms to face him, Bucky's expression, though still adorably cute, turned decidedly grumpy again as the hurt you had hoped to avoid became evident in his voice.  "Wait, so are you saying you don't wish to be seen with me?"

"Of course not Bucky," you reassured as you took his hand in yours and placed both of them over his heart.  "But answer me this," you now continued, looking deep into his sorrowful eyes as you chose your next words carefully, "do you want me at the potluck to introduce me to your friend or show me off to the town?"

Understanding clearly now that your fear of rejection so clearly matched his own, Bucky smiled at you gently before speaking.  Reassuring you through words, kisses and touches that were threatening to get your body going again, Bucky confirmed that it was his friend he wanted you to meet, especially since that same friend had been singing your praises to him without knowing you had already stolen his heart.

Beaming back at him in return now as you informed him your own heart now belonged to him, Bucky rising from the floor then and reaching down to lift you up before turning off the oven, kissed you once more before continuing on his way to the utility sink to wash up and make himself presentable as you smoothed down your dress.  Giving the kitchen floor the once over then in the hopes of finding your discarded panties, finding no trace of the missing garment however left you thinking that it was simply one more job to add to your list.

Walking towards the sink then to freshen up while noticing Bucky smiling over his shoulder, you now knew the look that told you his playful side was coming back to play.  "You doing okay there doll, you look a little shaky."

"Never better.  And yourself?" you asked, by way of a reply.

"Well and truly worn out," came the reply and you had to admit every word he spoke was true.  After all, despite your miniscule participation, you had mostly allowed Bucky to do all the work while you basked in the neverending pleasure he seemed only too happy to provide.

And what pleasure it was.

Still a little shaky on your feet as your body too felt well and truly worn out, the mini vibrations still radiating outwards from your core only made you wonder what it would feel like if you actually had more time.  If the cake in the oven, tomorrow's shop orders and the life of a superhero didn't yet make room for a social life.

But they would have to.

A few minutes of Bucky's tool and past days of his wonderful company had easily confirmed that you now not only wanted more, but you also wanted to show him that you too could provide all the pleasure he had given you.  Washing your hands now with this thought, you then headed back to the scene of the crime to find the cake cooling on the counter as Bucky, perched atop the nearest island unit, played with a familiar piece of fabric between his fingers.

Laughing to yourself now as you simply walked past him and went about mixing up the ingredients for the cream filling, telling him then to wash his hands again so you could teach him how to pipe it out, Bucky still couldn't set aside the horny behavior as the last of the cream covered the base and a lingering streak from the bag found its way onto his finger.

Raising an eyebrow and looking between you then and the chocolate covered digit, your core started pulsing again as your hand reached out for his while your tongue snaked out to lick the tasty fondant from his finger.  Listening to him moaning then as your lips closed around him while your other hand found his package beneath his jeans, your laughter filled the room now as Bucky just about held on and pulled back before your actions caused him to come in his boxers.

"That's not playing fair Maegan," he huffed out now as you wiped your hand across your mouth before glancing down to see the outline of a wet patch forming on his jeans.  Maybe he wasn't as in control after all.

Beaming now at this proof of the effect you had on him, you beckoned him forwards and wrapping your legs around his waist as your lips met his, you then reminded him it was punishment for the caster sugar and he had to admit if this is what you had in mind then being bad was something he would definitely have to try again.

Washing up again then for more times than you could ever remember having to do while baking and decorating a single cake, you then watched Bucky place the top layer of sponge on top of the cream before hearing him remark that it was probably time to call it a night.

Agreeing wholeheartedly, a glance at the clock told you it was now the perfect time to head home, have a bit of fun and still catch a good night's sleep before morning's rays reminded you of all the work that still lay ahead.  So setting aside the cake until tomorrow as Bucky kindly went about putting away all the leftover ingredients, both of you then left the store and walking hand in hand to Bucky's waiting truck, your plans for the rest of the night struggled with how the soldier might react.

Still though, it couldn't be that much of a stretch surely.  He had just made you come after all.

As if somehow sensing the shift in your mood and your growing anxiety however, Bucky caged you between himself and the passenger's door before making sure the conversation that followed was strictly between both of you and the stars above.  "Something on your mind gorgeous?"

"Not really.  Just going through the plans for tomorrow to make sure I'll have enough time to finish decorating your cake," you lied, but it seemed Bucky now knew you as well as he knew himself.

"You sure that's it?" he asked as he leaned forward now to rest his forehead against yours.  "Nothing else rattling around in that pretty head of yours perhaps?"

Shrugging off his remark in the hopes that he would simply ignore it and kiss you goodnight, your disappointment didn't have to appear however as Bucky somehow tuned in to  exactly what your lips were afraid to give a voice to.  "You wouldn't have had something else in mind for the hours to come between now and tomorrow, would you?" he questioned and your eyes now failing to look at him told him all he needed to know.

You weren't yet ready for this night to end.

Placing his fingers now beneath your chin and raising your head so you could not look away, the gentlest of kisses brought you back to the present and the words that now left his lips.  "I'm totally up for anything you've got planned Maegan, but you're gonna have to say the words.  Can you do that?"

Gazing straight into his baby blues eyes then as nothing but love and reassurance stared back at you, you swallowed the lump in your throat, ignored your fear of rejection and taking the final leap admitted you would love for him to spend the night at your house while finding interesting ways to welcome in the new day.

Smiling back at you now with the warmest grin you had ever seen, Bucky then opening the truck's door and helping you inside did a fabulous job of melting away any anxiety you asking him home had inadvertently created. As did the activities that sent both of you off to sleep and woke you up the following morning to a whole new world.

Heading in to work then after a delicious breakfast and Bucky's truck being early enough that no tongues would set the rumor mill whirring, a relaxing day doing what you loved, accompanied by the glow of new love kept you on a high even as Bucky stopped by quickly to collect the cake, pay the bill and disappear with nothing but a wink.  Knowing however now that your future lay with this wonderful man, customer after customer filled the rest of your day as Bucky headed off to join Sam, Sarah and their friends as his thoughts brought him back to the present when the truck finally arrived at the wharf.

Parking up then and turning off the ignition, he took a few moments to school his features and take in the fun yet chaotic scene before him before finally exiting the vehicle and picking out the people he was looking for.  Weaving gingerly through the chatting men and women now while also being careful of running, rambunctious children, Bucky carefully held aloft the cake as he made his way to the table nearest the boat.

Joining Sam and Sarah there while chatting away with the various characters who extended their generosity in his direction, an amazing day was had by everyone until evening found him standing alone beside Sam gazing out towards the water.  Soaking up the beauty and privacy that this rare moment of calm now presented, Bucky seized the opportunity before them and told Sam all about the wonderful woman that had captured his heart, the connection they had made and the life he now hoped to build with her.  Glancing over his shoulder then with a smile that told Bulky all he needed to know, the two friends then returned to the party with Bucky promising to bring you round for breakfast as soon as possible before heading off to share his news with Sarah before Sam beat him to it.

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[charlotte-remington]

[ Elizabeth Olsen, cis woman, she/her ] — spotted in the streets of brooklyn, it’s CHARLOTTE REMINGTON. they have lived in the city for ALMOST HER WHOLE LIFE, working as an OWNER OF PURRFECTLY POISED the 35 year old will probably be seen around PARK SLOPE a lot, seeing as that’s where they live. people say they can be a bit DEFENSIVE and STUBBORN, but friends know them to be SUPPORTIVE and GENUINE. you know for sure you’ve found them when you’ve come across ANIMALS, CRYSTALS, AND COFFEE BEANS welcome to brooklyn, it’s been waiting for you! —

BASICS: 

Full Name: Charlotte Vivienne Everleigh Remington.

Nicknames: Usually goes by Charlie. Char, Vi, Lotte, ViVi, Remi.

Age: 35

DOB: February 16th.

Hometown: Southern California.

Current Location: Brooklyn, New York

Occupation: Owner of purrfectly poised

Gender: Cis-Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Status: Single

Health: Generally in good health.

Negative Traits: defensive, stubborn, obnoxious.

Positive Traits: supportive, genuine, honest.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Face Claim: Elizabeth Olsen

Hair Color: Blonde | Brown | Red.

Eye Color: Green.

Height: 5'6

Weight: 132 lbs

Sign: Aquarius

Scars:

Tattoos: a few.

Piercings: ears.

FAMILY:

Mother: Eliza Eryn James.

Father: Grayson Fynn Remington.

Siblings: an only child, until she got a sibling when she turned 20. He is now the age of 15 years old.

Children: one child at the age of 1 year old.

Pet(s): a hamster, and a dog.

Other Family: None

BIO: (tw: pregnancy/mention of abortion.)

Charlotte who prefers to go by Charlie, was born in Southern California to Eliza James and Grayson Remington. Raised there until the age of seven when they moved to Brooklyn New York. Her mother a police detective, her father a well known Businessman.

Her parents were mostly busy and they made time for her whenever they could, but she spent most of her time either at school, or with a nanny/baby sitter.

Though she didn't get as much time with her parents when she was a little one as she wanted, she was well taken care of.

Her parents did however get her a puppy when she was eight years old; she named him Oz.

Charlie did really well in school, loved school, even. Mostly kept to herself, but wasn't teased or anything like that.

Knowing what she wanted to be when she grew up from a young age helped her in her studies a lot as well and it pushed her to do right and be the person she knew she could be.

fast forward to the end of school, she's graduated high school, with straight A's with some serious hard work. Top of her class.

Going to college to get her degree to be a Veterinarian. Having loved animals her whole life.

At the age of 20, Charlie became a big sister to a sweet little baby boy that her parents adopted. And though she was slightly jealous that he got to have time with them as she should have when she was little like him; she was more happy to see that they gave him the time and love and nurturing that he needed. Happy that at least they understood that he needed all that he could get from them, and that she was old enough to know that they never meant to make her feel like they didn't want to spend time with her or that they didn't have time for her.

She was happy that he had the version of them now, that she knew he needed. Wished she could have had more of, but knew that she was ecstatic to have a new baby brother and that she was going to love him and spoil him as much as she could as well.

Though just a few years later, her sweet little dog Oz, living a long and healthy life as he did, he unfortunately died when Charlie was 23 years old. Just a month after her birthday she lost him to sickness and old age.

Charlie went on and got her degree, ended up with a very nice man who seemed to love her very much. Ended up being with him for a few years until she found out she was pregnant with their son. When he got the news he was very unhappy with her.

When Charlie had first found out she was pregnant with her son; she made sure to promise herself she would do right by this child and do everything she could to do everything for him and be there for him whenever he needed her. Like she had always wished her parents could be for her when she was little.

She wasn't going to be too busy to put him to bed at night or too busy to watch a movie with him or rock him to sleep or even just hold him for a while when he cried.... even if it hadn't been every single time, she promised herself and him that she would do her absolute best to make sure she would always be there for him whenever possible.

Unfortunately her boyfriend at the time -- Laken, had said that she should get rid of the child and that he wanted nothing to do with it. He had never wanted kids, and then had never mentioned to Charlie that he was against them. He had said once that he hadn't really thought about having them, but didn't really feel they were in his future, but never once had he acted so against having a child before finding out they were going to have one.

Broke Charlie's heart to hear him speak that way and she cried that first night.

Laken had told her multiple times that if she didn't abort the child he would leave her and take everything. She flat out refused to abort the child and he gave her months to reconsider... she stood firmly on her ground and never once thought about giving up her child.

The day before their son was to be born, Laken up and packed his bags, didn't leave a note or anything just up and disappeared on her.

The next day, Charlie was a brand new mother and now a year later, she's still thriving and being the best mother she can be. Owning a Vet Clinic and spending as much time with her son as she can, as well as making sure she is looking out for their future. Her parents are proud of her, her little brother visits as much as he possibly can to see them both and her parents often call to get updates and visit when they can as well when they aren't working.

[everythingsyouneedtoknow]

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[tsivi]

My favorite thing about being alive is experiencing magical little romance tropes. Living an AO3 tag. It happens so much. I love it. I met my best friend bc there was only one bed and we were randomly assigned roommates on a field trip. I had my first kiss in a chorus room before first period one day in high school. I dated a guy because we hated the same person and wanted to piss her off. I went on a first date where we walked across the Brooklyn bridge, got caught in the rain, and hid under the awnings of the court house. I fell in love with the most beautiful man I’d ever seen when we were both stranded in an airport it made no sense for either of us to be in. I went out with my scene partner in an improv class. I’ve had nights that were so perfect there must have been a camera over my shoulder. I’ve pet hot fighter fighters pitbull puppies. I’ve kept running into the same cute guy in random places in my old building. All of these things just happen, any time any place any day. Isn’t that just so cool?

[certifiedk9]

Mastering Canine Training in New York A Comprehensive Guide

New York, the city that never sleeps, pulses with energy, diversity, and a plethora of dog breeds that call it home. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple, canine companions stand as loyal companions, but even the most well-behaved dogs sometimes need a bit of guidance. Canine Training in NY offers a myriad of opportunities to refine your furry friend's behavior, ensuring harmony in the urban jungle.

One of the primary objectives of canine training is to foster a strong bond between the dog and its owner. Through positive reinforcement techniques, trainers in New York emphasize building trust and communication between the human and canine counterparts. Whether it's teaching basic commands like sit, stay, or heel, or addressing more complex behavioral issues, such as excessive barking or leash aggression, training programs in the city cater to dogs of all ages and backgrounds.

In a city as diverse as New York, canine training classes reflect the melting pot of cultures and lifestyles. From puppy kindergarten classes in Brooklyn to advanced obedience courses in Manhattan, there's something for every dog and owner duo. Many training facilities also offer specialized programs tailored to specific breeds, such as herding or working dogs, recognizing that different breeds have unique needs and instincts.

Beyond obedience training, New York's canine community thrives on a variety of dog sports and activities. From agility and flyball to scent work and dock diving, these activities not only provide physical exercise but also stimulate the dog's mind and foster a sense of accomplishment. Participating in such activities can strengthen the bond between dog and owner while providing an outlet for energy and instincts.

For those unable to attend in-person classes, the digital age has opened up a world of online resources for canine training. Webinars, video tutorials, and virtual training sessions offer convenient alternatives for busy New Yorkers, allowing them to access expert guidance from the comfort of their homes. These online platforms often cover a wide range of topics, from basic obedience to specialized training techniques, catering to the diverse needs of dog owners in the city.

In addition to formal training programs, New York offers abundant opportunities for socialization, an essential aspect of a dog's development. Dog parks, meet-up groups, and canine-friendly events abound in the city, providing ample opportunities for dogs to interact with their peers in a controlled environment. Socialization not only helps prevent behavioral problems but also promotes confidence and well-being in dogs, ensuring they feel comfortable and secure in various situations.

Ultimately, canine training in New York is more than just teaching commands or correcting behavior; it's about nurturing a strong, mutually respectful relationship between dogs and their owners. By investing time and effort into training and socialization, New Yorkers can enjoy a harmonious coexistence with their canine companions, whether navigating the bustling streets of Manhattan or relaxing in the tranquility of Central Park.

mastering canine training in New York is a journey that encompasses obedience, socialization, and enrichment. With a wealth of resources and opportunities available in the city, dog owners can embark on this journey with confidence, knowing that they have the support and expertise needed to help their furry friends thrive in the urban jungle.

For more info:-

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❀ 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 ⋯ A CHARACTER STUDY !

sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated , if i would feel better just slightly sedated . a feeling comes so fast and i cannot control it . i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it . picks me up , puts me down , a hundred times a day , it picks me up , puts me down , it chews me up , spits me out , picks me up , puts me down . i'm always running from something i push it back , but it keeps on coming - and being clever never got me very far , because it's all in my head and " you're too sensitive ", they said . i said, " okay, but let's discuss this at the hospital. "

BASIC INFORMATION ,

FULL NAME: stella snowdrop jensen.

NICKNAME(S): snowy , snow white , angel baby muffin. 

DATE OF BIRTH: january 31st , 2006.

ETHNICITY: caucasian.

GENDER: cis woman.

PRONOUNS: she / her.

ORIENTATION: questioning.

RELIGION: paganism.

MARITAL STATUS: single.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english + ( some ) tagalog + asl.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ,

FACE CLAIM: brooklyn rae silzer.

HAIR COLOUR/STYLE: naturally dark brown ; often given blonde highlights.

EYE COLOUR: hazel. 

HEIGHT: five foot two.

WEIGHT: 105 lbs.

BUILD: lean.

TATTOOS: hidden wave behind her left ear.

PIERCINGS: ears ; both lobes.

CLOTHING STYLE: beach bum ; loose - fitting shirts , colorful tank - tops / swimsuits , mesh athletic shorts , custom vans , butterfly clips.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: sun - kissed skin ; freckles decorating her shoulders and across her cheeks / bridge of nose.

HEALTH ,

AILMENTS: none.

MENTAL AILMENTS: none.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: high.

BODY TEMPERATURE: normal.

ADDICTIONS: none. 

DRUG USE: only vitamins. 

ALCOHOL USE: none. 

PERSONALITY ,

LABEL: the heart of the ocean.

JUNG TYPE: enfp.

POSITIVE TRAITS: adventurous , curious , freethinking , selfless , vivacious , resourceful , dreamy + whimsical.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: noncommittal , unpredictable , secretive , distractable , ritualistic , impulsive , erratic + indulgent.

HOBBIES: surfing , biking , geocaching , journaling , collecting shells.

QUIRKS: never empty-handed; always carries food and drink , resting face is still smiling , always has band aids inexplicably stuck on limbs , wears braces , tends to underdress , holds up a peace sign in every photo.

LIKES: her deities , the ocean + beach , visiting cape cod , surf culture , saltwater animals , creative makeup , summer vibes all the time , luke hemmings from 5sos , tiktok , being the youngest sibling.

DISLIKES: thunderstorms , the taste of alcohol , people that discredit paganism , when the sun sets at 4 pm , kanye west , being set - up on dates.

FAVOURITE ,

WEATHER: summertime.

COLOUR: turquoise. 

MUSIC: any 5 seconds of summer song.

MOVIES: the craft. 

BOOK: anne of green gables.

FLOWER: lantana.

SPORT: surfing / cycling. 

BEVERAGE: lychee milk tea. 

FOOD: balut.

FAMILY ,

FATHER: spencer jensen ( father , alive ).

MOTHER: rainbow wozniak - jensen ( mother , alive ).

SIBLING(S): maisie jensen , max jensen , mim jensen , honey jensen , india jensen, harrison jensen + sebastian jensen.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none.

CHILDREN: none.

PET(S): six seahorses ; aether , calliope , iris , psyche , tyche + enyo.

FAMILY’S FINANCIAL STATUS: upper class.

EXTRAS ,

AESTHETICS: late night drives with friends , lazy sundays , new lush bath bombs , sand stuck to sun - kissed skin , puppy dog eyes , hands clasped in silent prayer , getting up early , tropical flower crowns , seashell necklaces ,  twirling around until dizzy , collecting offerings , believing in signs , always offering a helping hand , wetted down locks , the first summer of your youth , intricate braids , glazed lip gloss , eye gems / decor , courage dear heart.

THEME SONGS: free by florence + the machine ( main theme ) , ancient dreams in a modern land by marina , malibu by miley cyrus , good days by sza , my girl by the temptations , riptide by vance joy , pleaser by wallows , young dumb & broke by khalid , dancing queen by abba , crush culture by conan gray.

[yogabilityaustralia]

Yoga Fitness Centre Near Me in NYC

Yoga is one of the most popular workouts in NYC, and for good reason. The city’s busy residents can find a moment of relaxation in this calm and serene practice. Pure Yoga offers a luxury studio where yogis can escape the hectic pace of the city.

This calming space features candlelit sessions meant to make you sweat. Choose from a variety of classes including ariel yoga and circus-inspired workouts.

Modo Yoga NYC

Modo yoga fitness centre near me is a great place to get your sweat on. It has a variety of classes, from gentle to challenging, and is accessible to all levels of experience. Its instructors are excellent, and the studio is clean and well-maintained. It also has great amenities, including lockers and showers.

Modo Hot Yoga is a unique yoga series that combines the precision of therapeutic yoga with foundations of traditional yoga in a specially heated room. The heat helps to strengthen, tone and loosen the muscles, and reduces stress. The yoga series also promotes detoxification through the skin and blood, and orients students to everyday vitality and long term health.

The West Village location is a short walk from the 14th Street subway station, and is also accessible by bus. Parking is available in the area. If you’re not able to make it to the studio, Modo also offers classes online. Their online community connects students to their favorite instructors and gives them the flexibility to practice from home.

Y7 Studio

The hot yoga studio Y7, which has locations in Flatiron, Soho, Union Square, and Brooklyn, is a sweat drippin’, beat bumpin’ candlelit yoga centre around me experience. They ditch the chanting and slow music, and instead play the latest hip hop beats. The classes are led by an instructor and are open to students of all levels. There are no mirrors in the class to encourage participants to focus more on their own practice.

Y7’s founder, Sarah Levey, was frustrated with the lack of energy and upbeat music in traditional yoga classes. She conceived of a hip-hop yoga class that would incorporate the energized beats of rap music. The result was a more challenging and fun class, which is now offered in several locations.

Financing platform Bonside recently provided $300,000 to Y7, which hopes to expand with the help of this new digital platform. The brand will also launch a new omnichannel membership, which includes synced music. The app will feature UMG’s artists, and users can purchase a digital-only or hybrid membership.

YO BK

YO BK is located in Williamsburg and offers Bikram Yoga, Baptiste Power Yoga and Inferno Hot Pilates. Kate says that offering these different forms of fitness under one roof has been a big part of the studio’s success. The studio’s students are diverse and the teachers are approachable and caring.

As her business has grown, Kate has been able to shift her focus from teaching classes to teacher training. She’s passionate about making yoga more accessible to people of all backgrounds. Her mission extends beyond her local community – she’s supporting Africa Yoga Project by holding fundraisers, hosting the Handstands, Hugs and Happiness Tour, and leading a workshop in Kenya.

YO BK offers 27 classes per week and has both 60 and 90 minute options. It is recommended that students arrive at least 15 minutes before class to register and get settled. It is also important that students dress in appropriate clothing – light, fitted exercise clothes are best.

Humming Puppy

Humming Puppy is located in the heart of Flatiron, a short walk from Union Square. Designed to support yogis of all levels, its soothing dark studios offer a quiet space for meditation and movement. The soundscape is centered around a hum that creates a deep sense of calm and focus.

The hum, recorded at Melbourne’s SoundLab by Arup, is a combination of frequencies that were designed to enhance and deepen yoga centre  practice. It also reflects the pulsation of Himalayan crystal singing bowls and promotes a sense of grounding. The brand was co-founded by Jackie Alexander and Chris Koch, who first launched Humming Puppy in Melbourne. Since then, they have opened locations in Sydney and New York City.

For those looking to get a little more playful with their exercise, the brand offers “puppy yoga” classes. During these classes, students practice traditional poses while playing with six-week-old puppies. The dogs benefit from the experience, too, as it helps socialize them before they find their forever homes.

[cwarner0905]

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