#White Pomeranian Puppies

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[mrs-trophy-wife]

[mywaysthehighway]

My landlord who is also our dear friend got a new puppy and I get to train her 😌 she’s the cutest thing ever! Poor thing was shipped around a couple of owners who changed their mind back and forth until the original owner of the litter said “whoever wants her take her for a handshake“ basically. And they did! I’m so happy they took her in, she’s the cutest little munchkin ever 🥰

[southerncharmpoms]

Discover the Charm of Black and White Pomeranian Puppies

When bringing home a Pomeranian puppy black and white, it’s essential to be prepared for their specific care needs. Pomeranians, including the black and white variety, have thick, double-layered coats that need regular grooming to prevent matting and tangling. Brushing your puppy’s coat several times a week will help keep it clean and free of knots. Additionally, regular baths and trimming around the eyes and paws can help maintain their adorable appearance.

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Make An Orange Sable Miniature Pomeranian Your Family Member Today

When it comes to cuteness, Pomeranians are in a league of their own, exuding a playful charm that's reminiscent of a toddler. Adding a Pomeranian to your family is like welcoming a new member with open arms. Among the various colors of Pomeranian dogs, the orange sable miniature Pomeranian is a standout choice. Adopting this breed comes with a host of benefits, which we'll explore in the points below.

Nurture the bond

Whether it is an orange sable miniature or a tri color black tan white standard Pomeranian he/she grows a bond with your family. A strong bond of relationship with which he/she can adjust in your family environment. It is one of the most important reasons for adopting any Pomeranian doggy. You can take him/her for an evening walk also.

Enjoys every moment

While spending quality time with your Pomeranian dog or puppy, you'll witness pure joy and happiness. The doggy's tail wagging is a sign of his/her contentment. The best thing is to give them sufficient time and love. Even if a Pomeranian is not happy, they won't express it by barking aloud, it signifies his/her considerate nature.

Respond easily

We have often seen that an orange sable miniature Pomeranian responds easily to people's commands. The doggies or puppies are confident and have the utmost faith in you. They will do whatever you want from them and we have seen it becoming true in most cases. Pomeranians are well-trained by the experts.

People adopt them

In Georgia, we have seen that most people adopt a Pomeranian doggie rather than the other ones. A black parti Pomeranian puppy in Georgia is always available for sale in most of the dog stores. Whether you adopt a black parti or orange sable miniature is up to you. Adopt the best Pomeranian you like and make him/her your family member.

Bonding with children

One of the best parts is that a Pomeranian doggy mix up with the children. He/she spends a favorable time with your children and gives them a better company. Bring a Pomeranian doggy to your home today and allow him/her to play with your children. We have seen many Pomeranians playing with the children. They have an emotional bond with the children.

Myths about Pomeranian dogs

We have told you why will you adopt an orange sable miniature Pomeranian dog. But a few myths about Pomeranian dogs dissuade people from taking the right decision. Here are the myths about Pomeranian dogs that you need to unfollow.

They give you a stinky smell.

They have sharper and strong teeths.

After seeing a stranger in your house, they start barking aloud.

They are prone to bite people.

People get irked by their presence.

Solution: The only solution to these myths is that you need to form your point of view. None of the Pomeranians have a stinky smell or stronger teeths. Or They are not even prone to biting people.

[creampuffspomeranians]

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[dogsmouth]

my mom was at work and this lady came in with a white pomeranian puppy and it had a big red mark on its forehead and my mom was like "oh my god is your puppy okay?? i think it's bleeding???" and the lady was like "WHAT" and looked at its forehead and started laughing and was like "oh no he's fine. that's my lipstick i gave him a kiss :)"

[mywaysthehighway]

GUYS CHECK IT OUT THE SLEEBY BOY GOT TUMBLR NOW @pomskyprincedima

I was making the bed and he refused to move so I covered him. He still hasn’t moved lol

[captain-mj]

Hi I really love your PriceGraves stories and I don know if you still do story requests so can I ask for one with the idea of Price and Graves caring and loving a fluffy white teacup Pomeranian puppy? It is a gift from one of the Shadow recruit to try and cheer Graves up after losing Dumpling, and Graves couldn't say no to the tiny angel baby floofer? I like the idea of two grown men adoring such a very tiny puppy, you can also involve the rest of the 141 too!

Absolutely! Also, little fun fact, Dumpling was based on my Grandma's shih tzu. She was 18 when she died and did so the day after my grandmother died. Though personally I don't think my grandma deserved the loyalty, the little dog met her breed's standards with every day she told the grim reaper to wait.

Price had spent the entire week with Graves after Dumpling died. After day three, he just got up and started working again. From the outside, someone could assume he shook off the loss, but Price saw that he still didn't eat much and mostly drank coffee now a days. He tried to coax him into eating by having Oz cook, but Graves usually only choked down a few bites and thanked him.

All of the Shadows took notice and they talked. Price wondered what they were planning, but he spent most of his time with Graves, almost all of his time in fact. Graves eventually insisted he was fine, but Price saw him touching her favorite blanket or lightly pushing her bowl with his foot.

Price sat with him in the living room and Graves leaned against him. He was napping silently as they sat together and Price was thankful. Graves hadn't been sleeping well.

One of the shadows peaked in before quickly closing the door. He watched the door as multiple looked into the room and went back out. There was a short period of time before the door opened again but no one peeked in.

A tiny, fluffy white dog walked in and Price froze. He must've tensed too fast cause Graves woke up immediately.

The dog's tail wagged a little before they did a little spin. Their tail wagged so hard it made their whole body move.

"What is this?" Graves mumbled.

"I think she's a gift." Price answered, looking closer at her.

Graves sat up and reached for her. He scooped her up and she barked. "Tiny thing. I hope she's old enough to be away from her mom like this."

Price pet her and she licked his hand. "Pomeranian right?"

"Yeah. She is." Graves smiled at her. "Beignet."

"What?"

"I'm going to name her Beignet." Graves said softly. He held her for a moment before handing her to Price. He grabbed Dumpling's bowls and put them away before getting out a regular plate. Price pet Beignet as Graves set up a bowl of food for her. "Old superstition. If you let a dog eat from a bowl of a dead dog... It's bad luck."

Price smiled at him and then set down Beignet. She rushed over to start to gobble down food. Her little tail just kept going.

Graves knelt down and watched her. He stayed there until she was done and she licked at his fingers. For the first time all week, he smiled.

Beignet barked.

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[pawnshopbleus]

Put Me in a Movie - Chapter Four

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’re a famous actress and he’s one of the greatest directors of all time. What happens when you get cast in his new movie?

Chapter Three

Three weeks seem to pass by quicker than expected. You found out that the stray puppy you found was a pomeranian terrier mix. She was around a month old when you took her to the veterinarian. There, they gave her all the shots she needed and made sure that she didn’t belong to anyone else. You named her Fern.

Now, you were in the hair and makeup trailer getting ready for the full day of filming ahead of you. Filming began about two weeks ago and the entire production was going smoothly. Everyone seemed to be getting along just fine.

You were laughing at the joke the hairstylist made when Tasia came into the trailer. Your happy smile slowly crept off of your face as she sat down a few chairs away from you. It was as if the devil himself came in and ripped your larynx out. The hairstylist also decided that right now was the perfect time to mention that she forgot something that she desperately needed in her car. She said she would only be gone for a few minutes as she rushed out of the trailer. That left you and Tasia completely alone.

“How’s your dog?” Tasia asked. The question seemed innocent enough until you remembered that you didn’t post about Fern anywhere.

“How do you know about Fern? Did Miguel tell you?”

Tasia smiled, showcasing her perfectly straight and white teeth, “Now, why would Miguel tell me anything?”

You thought about that for a second. It seemed like the two of them were pretty close and he did mention that he was pretty close with William Wells, Tasia’s father.

“How do you know about my dog, Tasia?” You were getting pretty frustrated with whatever little mind game she was playing on you.

Tasia simply chuckled and said, “You’re a smart person. You need to stay away from Miguel. He’s mine and I’ve been waiting for my turn since he announced he was getting divorced.”

What the hell did this conversation have to do with Miguel? Yes, he was a very attractive man and yes, your heart might have swelled every time you were near him, but that doesn’t mean you liked him. At the end of the day, he was your boss and director. You had a job to do and you wouldn’t let romance get in the way of that. You felt bad for Tasia. There’s no reason why a girl as pretty as her should spend her day harassing other women for something as stupid as a man.

Just then, the hair stylist came back into the trailer and finished doing your hair. She then went over to Tasia and began to work on her hair. The makeup artist came in and started to work on your face. The film took place in the nineteen forties so the makeup was more natural. Sometimes, women didn’t wear it at all. The makeup artist started off with a very light base and some powder to make sure that your face didn’t shine too much under the studio lights. He then defined your eyelashes and eyebrows and settled on a lip color that matches your skin tone. The makeup artist then said that you looked beautiful and told you that you were ready to head back to your trailer to get your costume on.

Your costume when you were Linda, the American nurse, was vastly different from the one you wore as Polina, the Russian spy. Today, you were playing Linda, the all-American nurse who wanted to serve her country. Linda wore a white ward dress with the white nurse’s cap that you would need to pin yourself. You didn’t know why the hairstylist didn’t pin this into your hair while she was doing it but it was not a big deal. You pinned the nurse's cap into your hair and had a golf cart transport you to the sound stage where you would be filming today.

Today's scene was the one where Rose, played by Tasia, would confront Linda, played by you. Rose knows that Linda is a spy and she’s threatening to tell James, played by Peter, that Linda isn’t who she says she is. It’s a pretty emotional scene with screaming, crying, finger-pointing, and hitting. So the usual when it comes to acting. You were pretty nervous about this scene because it required so much from you.

When you arrived at the sound stage, Tasia was demanding a PA go get her sparkling water from craft services. You hated sparkling water. It basically tasted like television static in a can.

On any other filming day, there were a lot of yells of ‘action’ and ‘cut,’ but today seems different. Miguel seemed frustrated as he watched you and Tasia act. It was like he wasn’t getting what he wanted even though you were giving it everything that you had.

You were well into the scene when Miguel yelled, “Cut!” He took off the headphones that were connected to the audio box and ran his hands over his face.

“Finally, thank you for cutting, Miguel,” Tasia said in a sickly sweet voice. She continued, “I want to act my best but she’s giving me nothing.” Tasia pointed at you. You looked at her with an expression of complete confusion. What the hell was this girl on?

“Actually,” Miguel put his hand on his muscular hip, “You’re the one I have a problem with. She’s doing perfectly fine.” Miguel told everyone to take five as he put his hand on Tasia’s shoulder and ushered her away from where they were just standing. They looked like they were having a serious conversation. Miguel was talking with his hands as he usually does and Tasia looks like a child that just got reprimanded by their parents. She’s pouting and has her arms crossed.

What was wrong with her? Did she see you as a threat? You have tried to be nothing but nice to the people that you come across including her. Maybe once she realized that the world didn’t revolve around her, she would be nicer. Hopefully, that will be soon.

After the five minutes were up, Tasia and Miguel returned to their places. “Love and War, scene twenty-three, take twenty-nine,” was said by someone. Miguel then yelled, “Rolling, sound, and action!”

Tasia finally began to get her shit together, or so it seemed. After everyone was done for the day, you were back in your trailer getting ready to go home when there was a knock at the door. You opened it to see her standing there. Tasia asked if she could come in. You reluctantly agreed and stepped aside to let her through.

“Don’t think just because Miguel complemented your acting means anything. He still wants me,” Tasia said matter-of-factly.

“Tasia, I don’t know what you’re on, but I don’t want Miguel. You can have him!”

“Good,” she said before shoulder-checking you on the way out.

You nearly slammed the door to your trailer shut after she was out. Tasia couldn’t comprehend the fact that you were a professional actress that just wanted to get her job done. This wasn’t some office where anyone sleeps with everyone. This was Hollywood, and while some people liked to fuck like rabbits, you just didn’t have the time for it.

That night, you and Fren were sitting on the couch watching Gone Girl. It was one of your favorite movies and you wanted Fern to experience it with you.

About halfway through the movie, you received a text. You went to go check your phone thinking that the text was from Stella. You were wrong, the text was from the same number that texted you the night you brought Fern home. It said, “You did great today. I can’t wait to see what else you can do.”

Did you have a stalker? Would you have to change your number? Maybe Stella was just being Stella and gave your number to some random person. Well, you got up from your couch and made sure all your doors were locked. Then, you blocked the unknown number. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

Chapter Five

[awholelotofladybug]

(stammering au) Say Dog owners, why don't you tell us more about your precious pooches?

"Well, Buddy is a yellow lab. He's s-s-s-seventeen inches at the shoulder with a short coat, and technically still a puppy. My mom got him for me as a g-g-g-gift when a friend of hers had a litter of puppies. He's very… He's very playful. His favorite game is Fetch. I play it with him almost every day. He's a lot of responsibility, but he's absolutely w-w-w-worth it."

"My Sophie is a white standard poodle. She's the sweetest thing, very cuddly. She's about twenty-three and a half inches at the shoulder, and we got her a modified continental cut so she looks pretty. Sophie also loves to go swimming and play in puddles. She can get muddy once in a while, I don't mind. I love making my Sophie Baby look all clean and pretty."

"Rex is a European Doberman. He's loyal, intelligent, and tough as nails. My parents got him for me as a gift. He's got a short coat and is twenty-eight inches at the shoulder. Before we adopted him, someone cropped his ears and docked his tail. That's illegal in my country, but whoever did it to him is bound to be dealt with eventually. Rex LOVES to roughhouse. It's exhausting, but whatever makes my Champion happy."

"My little Mitsi is a golden teacup Pomeranian. I found her at the animal shelter and simply had to have her. She's a tiny little thing, about eight and a half inches tall, but that only makes us love her more. She loves playing with her squeaky toys and will play tug-of-war with Rex and one of his rope toys. I almost named her "Fluffy" because of her coat, but "Fluffy" is more of a cat name, so I named her after my great aunt."

I have a Shiba Inu named Gigi. She's around sixteen inches at the shoulder, has a beautiful, golden goat, and the cutest curly tail. Giselle and I picked her up about a year ago when she was just a little puppy. She's such a precious little dog."

"My mom got Luka and me a red wiener dog named Lola. She's adorable. Smart too. She already knows "roll over," "sit up," "shake," and "play dead." She's only nine inches at the shoulder, so she's pretty low to the ground, but she has more love than a truckload of dogs. Sometimes she sneaks into one of our rooms and crawls into bed with us to snuggle. Such an awesome little dog."

"My mother recently gifted me with a Corgi named Toby. He's twelve inches at the shoulder and has a soft red and white coat. I love him, honestly. He's a friendly little guy. It's fun to watch him scamper around, and play with his chew toys. I've never had a pet before, so it's a new experience for me but Toby seems to like me enough. I'm sure it'll work out, as long as I give him food, water, and lots of love."

"I have a yellow Pomeranian named Winston. He's eleven inches tall. I found him at the animal shelter two years ago when he was just a little pup. We've been inseparable ever since. He especially enjoys playing catch, usually with tennis balls or rubber squeaky toys."

"My family recently adopted a French Bulldog named Lulu. She is the sweetest little thing. She's 13 months old, fawn-pied colored, and is about 18 inches tall at the head. Most Frenchies have breathing problems, but not my Lulu. Her snout is just big enough that she can breathe easily. And she is SUCH a loving dog. She adores people, cats, and other dogs. I can't tell you how many times she's jumped up on me to greet me."

[allfortzu]

one step closer

-- nayeon / tzuyu, 2.3k. fluff. MEN DNI.

from a street to a handhold away.

stepping out of comfort zones has never been tzuyu's thing. 

but she's off work and alone, and winter nights are dark and cold. 

tzuyu finds her way to the doorstep of one pottery studio, windows still illuminated by soft, warm lights that flicker in the falling snow. 

the bell above the door rings gently when she enters, then everything is engulfed in silence again. 

it's a small, cosy shop, fitting for an art studio. the walls are lined with shelves of tastefully organised pottery, and a pleasantly earthy scent wafts through the air. 

tzuyu lets herself wander. 

she's only seen this place from afar, in the early mornings when the streets are clear and empty, and it's just calm enough for her to look right in. 

some days, tzuyu will catch a glimpse of the lady who owns the studio – her name is nayeon, and when the afternoon sun rises, she often visits tzuyu's pet cafe. 

she'll play with her favourite puppy, a white pomeranian she’s affectionately named kookeu, and tzuyu will brew her an iced latte to go. 

“how much do extra cookies cost?” she asked one time. 

they cost fifty cents, but tzuyu's always been a little soft.

“free of charge.”

nayeon's eyes had lit up. 

ah, fifty cents was barely anything, anyway. 

since then, nayeon's iced lattes come served with an extra side of cookies, and tzuyu quietly hopes no one ever finds out. 

this is the first time tzuyu has come so close, led like a moth to a flame she's always been curious about. she brushes her fingers over the glaze of a deep blue pot, and wonders if all of these were handmade. 

“can i help you?” 

tzuyu pulls her hand back like she'd been burnt and spins around, unwittingly caught in the act.. 

“sorry!” she yelps, arms up in surrender. 

in front of her – the pottery lady, nayeon – seems equally as surprised. 

“don't be!” nayeon exclaims. “i must have forgotten to flip the closing sign. i don't usually have customers at this time.” 

she wipes her hands on her apron and moves to flip the sign on the door. we are closed. some clay still transfers. 

tzuyu starts stammering. she should probably get out. “oh, i– ”

“it's okay, you can have a look around,” nayeon raises an arm reassuringly. her cheeks are particularly prominent when she smiles, and her bunny teeth peek out slightly. “you work at the pet cafe across the road, right? tzuyu?” 

tzuyu tries not to stare for too long. “yeah. sorry, i don't know why i walked in. i…” 

“it's okay, i'm the only one here,” nayeon laughs. “i'll be upstairs, if you want to come up. if you don't, switch off the lights when you leave?” 

she turns to walk away before tzuyu can answer. how oddly trustworthy of her. tzuyu thinks nayeon would be in deep trouble if it was anyone else who'd walked into her pottery studio. 

she lets nayeon's silhouette disappear up the stairs. 

it didn't sound like much of a question. something in between an invitation and farewell. 

well, she didn't come in here for the pottery, did she? 

tzuyu scrambles to catch up, heart in her throat. she flicks the lights off as she goes. 

by the time she makes it upstairs, nayeon's already at a table preparing a new slab of clay. she pays little mind to tzuyu's entrance. 

tzuyu guesses this is the private part of her studio, the one not meant for customers to see or experience. she doesn't dare take a step further in. it feels like she's violating someone's personal space.

from where she stands, nayeon's studio is messy and surrounded by unfired pots and plates, and there are sculptures on display here that don't look like the ones on display downstairs. 

“so…” tzuyu starts. there's a certain obligation felt to make some proper conversation after practically letting oneself in. “don't you get off work at eight?” 

nayeon glances over. she smiles coyly. “i don't know – do i?” 

tzuyu doesn't know if it's a trick question or not. she answers as honestly as possible. “um, i know you get off work when i finish my afternoon shift, because…” 

because i wait for you to leave sometimes so i can catch another glimpse of you. 

“i’m just teasing,” nayeon chuckles. 

she picks the wedge of clay up and moves past tzuyu. tzuyu gets the hint to join her when she tips her head towards a pottery wheel. she leans against the table as nayeon takes a seat. 

“i do get off work at eight. i’m not working right now,” nayeon explains. her words drawl comfortably, slightly distracted as she wets her hands and smooths the clay down. “i'm making a sculpture. for myself.” 

she sounds different from when she’s ordering a drink at the cafe or talking to kookeu – a bit softer and warmer now, more subdued, like she’s right in her element. 

“don't you get off work at eight as well? what brings you here?” 

it's enticing, watching a master work her medium. nayeon bites on her tongue as she molds the clay. her fingers press in with practiced ease. 

tzuyu blinks away her fixation. “returning the favour, i guess. you always visit my cafe, but i've never been to your studio.” 

the edge of nayeon's lips tug up, though her focus is still on the wheel. “hey, kookeu would miss me if i didn't visit… you made me enter a perpetual cycle of visiting the moment you introduced kookeu… what a cruel business model.”

tzuyu laughs. she hasn't spoken with nayeon before, not outside of surface questions about the quality of her latte or how her day has been. she can't help but be a little excited at the prospect of finally making a friend out of a face she's always loved seeing around, and the easy casualness that comes with it is certainly comforting. 

“and here i thought you came for my cookies.”

nayeon groans. “ugh, another cruel business model. i'm always the only one with extra cookies… i feel like i've unlocked a secret no one knows about. be careful before i tell all your customers extra cookies are free of charge.” 

tzuyu looks away from nayeon for a moment. 

“they're not free for everyone, so– maybe don't do that.”

nayeon's wheel stops spinning.

“what?”

tzuyu tries to avoid eye contact for as long as possible. “they're free for you, so you don't have to worry…” 

nayeon can probably telepathically burn a hole into tzuyu's temple with how hard she's staring. “have i been unknowingly ripping you off?” 

“they're only fifty cents–”

“tzuyu!” nayeon gasps. “why didn't you tell me!”

tzuyu gapes wordlessly at the question. what was she supposed to say – admit she had a really soft spot for pretty ladies like nayeon? 

nayeon purses her lips with an expression that looks something in between anger and endearment. she can't really be mad at free cookies, even if she'd been unknowingly ripping tzuyu off. 

nayeon dips her hands into the water bowl once more before wiping it dry with a towel. 

“come here,” she says, and she leaves her seat for tzuyu to take. 

tzuyu obeys, albeit a little hesitantly, but she isn't keen to annoy nayeon any more. 

nayeon doesn't offer her an explanation this time. instead, she pulls another chair over from the table and sits opposite tzuyu. 

tzuyu fiddles with her thumbs. “what are you doing?” 

“returning the favour,” nayeon puts out her hands. “have you ever done pottery before?” 

“no,” tzuyu answers. “are you teaching me now?” 

“mhm, no charge,” nayeon says. “and i'm paying for all the cookies i've ever eaten befote, by the way.” 

you don't have to, tzuyu wants to say. 

she decided a long time ago that she'd let nayeon have them for free, but then nayeon takes her hands in hers, slender fingers wrapping around her palms, and suddenly tzuyu really doesn't want to do anything that doesn't involve enjoying nayeon's hold in silence. 

nayeon guides her hands closer to the wheel, closing in gently until tzuyu makes contact with the clay. it's cool to the touch and a little sticky, and tzuyu hopes her sweaty palms aren't chemically affecting the clay or something. the wheel starts spinning, and the clay conforms to the shape of tzuyu's hands – or nayeon, depending on how much credit one would give tzuyu in this situation. 

“i don't know what i'm doing,” tzuyu murmurs. her throat is too dry to manage anything louder. 

nayeon doesn't notice, or maybe she's hiding it to make tzuyu feel better. “that's what i'm here for, don't worry. do you like mugs or bowls?” 

“whichever one is easier.” 

nayeon lets out a chuckle. “they'll both be easy if i'm the one teaching you, cutie. trust me.” 

tzuyu's neck starts heating up. she scrambles with whatever is left of her crumbling composure. “um, the– mug, then.” 

“good,” nayeon hums. “that wasn't so hard, was it?” 

tzuyu bites her bottom lip to stop herself from grinning like a praised puppy. 

“now, bring your hands up slowly to shape it…” nayeon continues. “then, you're gonna gently press your thumb in at the top to make it concave, hm?” 

tzuyu can barely focus on anything else besides nayeon's fingers or how close they are. she's stiff as a board under nayeon's touch, knuckles so tense she's afraid the clay might just fall in on itself from the pressure. 

seemingly noticing it, nayeon lets go of her hands. tzuyu doesn't know if she should feel relieved that her heart won't be threatening to leap out of her chest anymore or sad that nayeon isn't holding her hands anymore. 

“relax,” nayeon says. “you're doing amazing.” 

tzuyu absolutely doesn't relax. maybe she's no longer red all over, but she's definitely still tense. 

now that the guidance is gone, she's forced to face the next step despite being completely clueless. nayeon's reassurance is comforting, in that she at least thinks well of tzuyu, but tzuyu knows better than to try and figure pottery out herself. 

“help…”

“but you get so nervous when i touch you,” nayeon teases. “say please.” 

tzuyu would flush at the comment, how nayeon had so easily found out and how she's making her say please, but the increasing uncertainty slowly overtaking her movements calls for desperate measures. “please, help.” 

nayeon makes a satisfied sound. her hands come back to tzuyu's almost immediately. 

tzuyu momentarily lets go of the breath she was holding, then sucks it in again. what a terrible predicament she’s in. 

if nayeon can tell this time, she doesn't let tzuyu know. silently, she presses tzuyu’s thumbs into the surface on top. 

for the rest of it, nayeon only speaks to explain the steps, and tzuyu eventually relaxes into her tender instruction. 

nayeon moves like someone who has done this a million times, and she probably has. it's intimidating, but mostly comforting. 

what tzuyu lacks in confidence, nayeon makes up with encouraging nudges of her fingers, light praise, and generous approval. at some point, she stops physically guiding tzuyu, and tzuyu finds that being the subject of nayeon's pride is just as pleasant as holding nayeon's hands. 

tzuyu doesn't know if this mug could be considered her creation, but nayeon looks so delighted that tzuyu keens anyway. 

“you've made your first mug,” nayeon announces, grinning wide. “how was the lesson?”

tzuyu hums carelessly, feigning dissatisfaction, but she folds the moment nayeon threatens to sulk.

“i enjoyed it,” tzuyu says, and she means it. “thank you.” 

it was tranquil enough to be right up her alley, and maybe nayeon's presence helped too. 

“i'm glad to hear,” nayeon beams. “we'll let this dry overnight, and if you're still down for it – come back tomorrow.” 

she drags a wire in between the mug and the wheel, and carefully lifts the mug up to a shelf. 

“or, i could deliver it to your cafe if you don't want to come after work,” she tacks on more quietly after.

tzuyu doesn't have to think about it, really. “i'll come.” 

nayeon glances over her shoulder. “i should warn you, it's a three part lesson.” 

“i'll come.”

nayeon smiles. bright, warm, gummy. 

“lovely.” 

they wash their hands, and tzuyu helps nayeon clean everything up. 

then they're outside, and nayeon tucks her hands into the pockets of her clay-stained jeans.

tzuyu wonders if nayeon could look any prettier than she does now, off work but just as picturesque as she looked in her element. 

say something. 

“it's winter solstice today,” nayeon says first, noting the snowfall. “happy winter solstice.” 

there's something more to it, tzuyu can tell. the night has ended too quickly for either of their liking.

“happy winter solstice,” tzuyu says back. 

nayeon bumps their shoulders gently together. it wasn't the answer she was looking for. “i know this place that sells really good sweet rice balls.” 

the subtle suggestion hangs in the air for a second, still. 

maybe tzuyu should make stepping out of comfort zones her new thing.

“let's go together?” 

nayeon's lips quirk up. she happily twirls an arm around tzuyu's. 

“i made that so easy for you.” 

tzuyu curls her hand to pull nayeon closer. 

“i thought the free cookies were a pretty nice move. and i did that without your help.”

nayeon rolls her eyes. “profit-wise, they were dumb.” 

maybe. tzuyu thinks she's got something worth much more than money out of it. 

“it wasn't profit-motivated, so…”

nayeon brushes her fingers against tzuyu's.

“is that your way of chasing a girl?” 

nayeon laughs. tzuyu holds her breath and laces their fingers together. 

“is it working?” 

“hm,” nayeon muses. her hand is warm against tzuyu's. “well, you aren't giving me any free cookies now, yet here i am.” 

that's enough of an answer for both of them. 

she here for her, after all. 

merry belated christmas and winter solstice!! this is for @nr1chaedickrider ; I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you had a christmas as warm as I tried to make this fic 🫂 thank you for all your love, this is some of mine 🫂🫂 I will definitely edit this more when I get to rereading it, but I hope it's tolerable for now 🫶🫶

thank you all for interacting, they're all so so appreciated!

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Hey! I don't know if you're still on the wave of the Puppy Boy AU but if you are I have a few suggestions, if you don't mind...

1) Iida as a Border Collie. They're intelligent and diligent dogs and I think it's perfect for him

2) Denki as a Pomeranian. The fluffliest ball of fur ever.

I don't know if you write for them, if you don't just ignore this ramble of mine.

Kajsakjsaj *keyboard smash* BABY THAT'S SO GOOD, I HADNT THOUGHT ABOUT THEEEEM AAAAAAAAAH

Also I'm back from my vacations in Baja, I'll be more active now

MHA Puppyboy! AU Part 3(?

Iida + Border Collie

Border Collies are very fancy dogs that love to follow instructions. They are smart, intelligent, and capable but they also have energy and are willing to protect. Iida is all about following rules and being a very smart student (he's the class rep after all), but he's proven to be fierce when the moment requires it. Border Collies are also (normally) pure blood dogs, which fits Tenya a lot since he comes from a well known family.

He has fluffy ears and tail, the color is a deep black with some white specks around the edges. Did I mention this breed loves to run? They are very good athletes, just like Tenya. He's just the kind of puppy that pulls on his leash if you don't move fast enough.

Talking about leashes and collars, Iida is OK with them. He won't use them during school or work because it's against the dress code, but he'll more than indulge if you wan to collar him up! Iida is very serious about it, so if you want him, you'll have him for life.

Loves, loves, loves praise. In a normal amount... Tell him he did a good job, that he is the best, and that he is a great example to others; his tail won't stop wagging for hours, and he takes your words with such pride!

Sheds, a lot. He tries to keep his fur clean and brushed but he just has too much fur. You WILL find some random dog hair in your stuff.

Can get a little controlling of you, after all the breed is made to guide and handle sheep, so you'll find out he tends to place his hand on the back of your neck or on the lower back to guide you around. A collie for 1A's sheep, what a puppy he is!

May or may not have a tiny doll of you he tucks in his bed when he misses you.

Your face gets warm when you feel Iida's hand unconsciously slide to the back of your neck, his roughed-up fingers grazing that tender skin of yours. It sends shivers down your spine, and Tenya notices it because you've suddenly stopped walking. "Is something the matter? Are you feeling OK?" Your eyes finds his and nod, "Yeah! I just remembered something," you utter, trying to suppress the smile that threats to form on your lips. He tilts his head in and oh so adorable way, worrying something bad had happened, furry ears flopping with worry. "What did you remember?"

"That you're a Collie." You giggle, pointing out the way he had been guiding you through the mall. He flushes and apologizes, but you tell him it's more than OK.

Kaminari + Pomeranian

Denki is by definition, energy. He is cheeky, he plays pranks, and he's just a cutie. This puppy likes the attention, and Pomeraninas just happen to be just like him. The fluffy fur kind of reminds you of the way Kami's hair gets, specially with the use of his quirk.

Short fuzzy tail and tiny perky ears that stand up from his already flash hair, brown/creamy color. This puppy boy will do anything to catch your eye: jokes, drawings, nicknames. He wants you all to himself, and is not shy about it.

This puppy boy doesn't mind being a couch potato, he'd much rather stay home with you and play videogames or read manga. He won't say no if you want more physical activities like going for a walk or something alike (he wants to be good for you) but Denki enjoys being domesticity more.

He wears a choker already, so collars are a BIG yes from him. Want to add a leash for that? Kaminari will gladly sport it for you. Want to put a name tag too? Hell, he'll be flustered but will feel SO GOOD with it.

Kaminari is a particularly tricky puppy because he has the tendency to be all over your place and use your stuff: hoodies? Shirts? Jewelry? He'll take whatever he can from you, but if you say he can't he'll get sad and moody. Whining and begging you to let him use your things and hang in your room. Capricious with you, that much is true.

Lives for the way you pet him though, he's the kind that is sneaks around to get his head under the reassuring warmth of your hand. He just knows ALL the tiktok trends that involve hugs, pats, cuddling, etc.

"Kami, you need to go back to your room... It's past curfew," you yawn, feeling the tight grip of his arms around your waist. He groans and whines, shaking his head. "I don't wanna, you're warm," he mutters, nuzzling against you. You can see his tail wagging against the blankets and smile; he opens his groggy eyes and looks up to your still half-asleep face. "No harm if I stay, right?" He says with a smirk, toying with the hem of pajamas. Denki hears you hum with a knowing smile, "Fine, fine... what a needy little puppy you are."

"Yup, but you like it."