#working on starting my own small business✨ very excited

[angelic-tongues]

I’m to be happy and worse this year :)

[honeytonedhottie]

HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE june edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the june catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

LIFE UPDATE ;

as you may or may not have noticed, i've been hiatus for most of the month now. and i disappeared because of personal reasons, and one of those reasons being that i felt i needed to reflect. here are some things that i've learned and realized during my reflection time.

in that post i go into things that i went thru during the month of june and the reason behind my absence. something that i mentioned but failed to elaborate on in that post was what i plan to manifest next and i'll talk about it later on in the post.

FOR THE WELLNESS GIRLIES ;

this summer is a hot one, and one way that i've been getting my vegetable and fruit intake is through smoothies. smoothies and juices are perfect for the summer because they're SO refreshing so im going to talk about some smoothie recipes.

adriana limas smoothie recipe ; (1 cup cold water + 1/2 avocado + honey). candice swanepoels smoothie recipe ; (1 frozen banana + 1 cup blueberries + 1 tsp protein powder + 1 scoop collagen powder + 1 tbsp chia seeds + 2 tbsp almond butter + 1 tbsp spirulina + 1 1/2 cup coconut water)

smoothies make amazing breakfasts or just amazing drinks to have when ur craving a sweet drink. for me, i like to keep my smoothies simple and use ingredients like strawberry and banana, but lately i've been loving mango in my smoothies.

LETS TALK MANIFESTATION ;

because of my period of reflection i had time to focus on what i wanted to manifest next and i wanna manifest a trip to italy for the summer + other mini things within that trip.

i've already created a script for it, and im gonna start affirming for it on the first of july. im so so excited to go and share this with you guys...💬🎀 furthermore i wanted to share some manifestation reminders and posts that have been helping me so far.

ABOUT WAVERING

YOUR NOT A VICTIM, YOU NEVER WERE

HOW TO IGNORE THE 3D AND BE UNBOTHERED

PATRICIA NAVIDAD STYLE DISSECTION ;

patricia navidad in “la fea más bella” is an over the top, feminine queen who i absolutely adore. she was easily one of my favorite characters so ofc i wanted to make this editions style dissection about her.

she has beautiful blondish hair that is similar to and complements her skintone, making her look super put together and gorgeous. she wears jewelry that she coordinates together. but my favorite outfit of hers HAS to be the one shown above on the left.

if theres one thing patricia knows how to do is to make her outfits work for HER which is why i thought she'd be the perfect candidate for this months style dissection...💬🎀

in this outfit shes wearing a matching pink set, the shade of pink is very soft and matches beautifully with the white (what looks like a corset-ish top) underneath. the color coordination is superb and she makes the shirt pop more by only using one button beneath her bust which draws attention to her figure and the top underneath.

THE CRINGE STIGMA ;

to be a victim to the cringe stigma is to be caged in ur own mind bcuz ur so scared of what others may or may not think of you. lets talk about it. the way others perceive u isnt ur business. lets think about how many times that you've stopped urself from doing something that u rly wanted to do, or something that you've really loved because u were scared of what others might say? imagine all that wasted time and energy worrying?

its not ur responsibility to keep urself small or digestible for someone. u can't grow where ur comfortable so to grow u have to get uncomfortable even if that means being called cringe by others. bcuz when others call u cringe thats their own projection onto you and it rly doesnt matter. dont take someone else's judgement too personally and just enjoy yourself no matter what...💬🎀

[merbear25]

Hey Mer! I've been reading more on Tumblr lately and I've really been enjoying your work. I was wondering if you could write something for a trans reader (ftm) x the cross guild members (Croc, Buggy, Mihawk)?

Maybe the reader works at the guild, one of Buggy's men maybe, and the piece would be the boys navigating asking the reader out for the first time, and the reader feels like he has to reveal that he's trans?

If you aren't comfortable/feel out of your depth, no worries ✨

Hey, Logan!! Thank you for such lovely words. It truly means a lot to know you enjoy my writing. I’m totally fine with writing requests like this, so thank you for sending it in! I got a boost of inspo with Buggy’s part for some reason.😂 I hope I did your request justice and you like what I’ve written for you. 💜💜

CW: trans male reader, coming out to them, fluff

Them asking you out (Cross Guild)

Mihawk

Having first been introduced to you within the workplace, he didn’t really think much of you. He saw this business as something that should remain as such, meaning you were kept on the backburner of his subconscious, though he kept the flame under you burning ever so dimly, allowing you to burn an unforgettable image of yourself in him.

The flame of interest started small for him, burning brighter and hotter as each day passed. With time feeling as if it were standing still when you were around, it dawned on him that he had genuine feelings for you.

However, just because he was sure he had these feelings didn’t mean he was confident they’d be reciprocated. Before fully pursuing you as a romantic interest, he deemed it necessary to observe and learn more about you to get a good reading on how you felt about him.

During one of the quiet moments you spent together engrossed in your own activities, he looked over at you as if wondering what he was about to admit would put you off wanting to be around him anymore. That being said, he took this pleasant time you were sharing to give you a glimpse of what you meant to him.

“Would you care to join me for dinner one night?”

With excitement dancing in your eyes, it was slowly eaten away at. You could feel your heart starting to ache from a creeping fear, one that could very well lead to your heart getting broken. The weight of the situation was apparent by the worry you held on your face.

Not knowing what was troubling you, he gave you a gentle reminder that you were under no obligation to accept his offer, “Don’t feel as if you have to say ‘yes’ to please me.”

Although his voice was kind and supportive, it felt like a dagger nonetheless. You didn’t want him to think you weren’t interested, so you gave him an explanation.

“It’s not that,” you began. “I just think you should know that I’m trans.” With so much feeling at stake, the moment of silence between you telling him and him responding was deafening.

“I appreciate you telling me, but with all do respect that doesn’t make a difference. You’re still you at the end of the day.”

Even with maintaining that stoic demeanor, his delivery alluded to the affection he had for you rising within him.

“So, will you be joining me for dinner?”

With a sigh of relief you gladly accepted.

Crocodile

A man that many feared but few actually knew—that was the way he liked keeping it. But when that sad excuse of a business partner introduced you to him, that may have been the first time he thought Buggy had made a good choice.

Though the moments you were around each other were scarce at the beginning, he gradually requested your assistance more and more often. You were admittedly nervous to be spending so much one-on-one time with him, but as time passed and you both got used to the idea of being around each other, things felt less precarious for you. 

Despite your nerves becoming more at ease, his were doing the opposite. Those walls he’d put were beginning to crumble, letting a sinking feeling settle in his chest. When he sat alone, he pondered the marvel of the effect you had on him. “Would it be worth it? Telling you that he’d come to have feelings for you?” He asked himself. Putting his cigar out, he came to his decision.

The next day came with tension in the air, which was his doing. After mulling over the right approach and weighing the pros and cons of confessing, now it was time to put his guarded heart on the line.

“There’s a nice restaurant not far from here. I’m going there on Saturday if you care to join me.”

The invitation was purposefully left ambiguous and open-ended, so as to maintain some sense of control over the outcome.

Such a request took you off guard; you stood there for a moment like a deer in headlights, making his cheeks prickle with a blush from the rising embarrassment.

“Forget it.” He was quick to retract his offer.

“No, I-I want to, it’s just…” When he cocked his eyebrow at you, the reason you gave was far from anything he was expecting. “I’m trans and I just didn’t really know how to tell you.”

It felt as if he was staring into your soul before finally responding with a slightly cold, “You had me worrying over something like that? That doesn’t matter to me.”

In spite of his icy exterior, his offer still stood, which you happily took him up on.

Buggy

When he first hired you, it was partly out of desperation. You seemed competent enough to help him maneuver through a lot of the mess he always found himself in. You were clever and fun to be around, not to mention cute. That final thought slipped past him so suddenly that he hadn’t even noticed his fondness for you growing over the time you’d been working there. 

With all the hours you spent together, it was no wonder he was growing attached to you. He felt at a crossroads: wanting to see where the path with you would take him, while the other was muddied from doubt of you returning his feelings.

However cautious he felt about approaching you, his feet carried him to you. When you noticed him idly standing in the doorway, he buried the real reason for him being there.

“I just came here to make sure you were keeping up with your work,” he said with feigned confidence as he pretended to examine the job you’d done.

He knew that you were the only one who could see through that mask of his, but seeing as he only put that mask on when he was hiding something, you asked him gently, “There isn’t anything else you came to ask me?”

His heart skipped a beat and his eyes locked on yours, proving your hunch. “Well, I just think you’ve been slacking a bit and came to do some quality checks.” Despite the stance he took, his voice was shaky.

“And I…I thought I would,” he cleared his throat. “I thought I’d ask you out.”

When your immediate response wasn’t over the moon with joy, he backpedaled. “Nah, you know what? I don’t want to. It’d be too much trouble come to think of it.”

It was all happening so quickly that you barely had a chance to digest the situation. With him brushing off all your stuttering attempts to talk to him, the sentence, “I’m trans and that’s why I hesitated,” poured out of your mouth.

He turned on his heel to look at you, firstly to see if you were playing some kind of weird joke on him, and secondly if you were serious to think he’d reject you for that.

“I don’t care about that,” he huffed.

Watching the color come back to your face and the light in your eyes return made him acknowledge the vulnerability he felt around you—the way you made him feel like no one else could. Once you gave him the answer he was hoping for, things seemed just a tad less scary.

[temporaryrose200]

Hello sweetie! How are you? Firstly, let me tell you that your blog aesthetic is simply ✨awesome✨

I'd like to request headcannons/oneshot (whatever you prefer) with William J. Moriarty, having a relaxing bath with his fem! s/o.

Thank you very much, have a good day

(´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)

✩Lavender✩

✟pairing: William James Moriarty x Fem Reader

✟genre: Fluff

✟warning: No use of Y/N, Not proof read

✟One-Short

✟fandom: Moriarty The Patriot

✟a/n:Hello I’m doing really good and thank you! I really love Renaissance paintings and just aesthetically pleasing blogs:) Anyway sorry, this took sooooo long. I’ve just had no will to write things much for the past few months. This request tho was really fun to write after months of writer’s block. Hope you enjoy<3

Hearing the door creek open, William looked up from his paperwork, watching as he saw your head peek out from behind the wooden door. Upon entering William’s office, you strolled over to where your husband sat. “And what can I do for my lovely wife?” your husband questioned with one of his charming smiles that would make any woman swoon over him.

William had been very busy these past few weeks, from going to social events, working at the university, and his other job…So after growing tired of waiting for your husband to finally be available, you took matters into your own hands.

Placing both your hands upon William’s shoulders you began slowly massaging. Feeling how tense the man in front of you was, a pout makes its way on your face. “My dear, you’re so tense” you gasped, placing a hand over your ‘frown’. “Why don’t you take a break?”

Gazing down at the unfinished paperwork, William thought for a moment. It couldn’t be so bad taking a small break and anyway, how could he say no to his darling Wife? Not when you’re staring at him with your doe eyes. “I suppose I could take a small break,” William muttered but it was loud enough for you to hear it. Joy overtook your body and you couldn’t help but let out a squeal of excitement.

Wrapping an arm around your husband’s neck, you couldn’t help but pepper kisses on his cheek. William sat there with a pleasant smile, marvelling at the affection. Moving towards the blonde man’s ear, he could feel the outline of a smirk against his skin. “How about we have a bath” you suggested.

With a raised eyebrow William turned to you, a viable smile making its way on his lips. “We?” Your husband repeated, seeing if he heard what you said was right. Once William saw you nod to his question he stood up from his comfy leather chair. “Well then” William started, clapping his hands together, your husband giving you one of his closed eye smiles. “Lead the way my dear.” You didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing William’s arm, you lead the man down the corridors of the manor towards the bathroom, that you had set up only 5 minutes ago.

Opening the door, William was met with the relaxing scent of lavender. Feeling the stress of the day being washed away and replaced with tranquility. Scented candles flickered in the corners of the room and scarlet rose floated in the warm watered tub. Guiding William into the bathroom, shutting the door while doing so, you strolled over to a bucket. Hearing the sound of rattling of ice, William knew exactly what was going to be inside the mystery bucket. Spinning around to face your husband, you held two empty wine glasses and the bucket with an wine bottle sticking out. Picking up the bottle, William began observing it. “45 year old red wine, good choice my dear” he smiled, handing you back the wine.

It was finally time to get undressed and unwind in the sweet scented bath.

[yullalightk]

Mario teaches parenting🐾👨‍👨‍👦

Okay, today's review post will be similar to my older stuff with words and only a small amount of pictures.

I did download all of the screen shots but, It didn't make it to my computer and my phone has a system where it doesn't work after 9PM.

Anyways- I really did love this new episode, it was heartwarming and glad to see more episodes focusing on the rest of the smg4 casts.

So, let's start with the review!

I just wanted to say Karen is such a relatable and enjoyable character. And by "relatable" I mean, I relate to how she's busy with work and trying hard to provide for her kids but neglecting them in the process.

I kinda do something similar:

Busy with school work

Being busy that I ignore my family members and always spend most of my time by myself.

And, I was surprised how Mario did know the way of parenting!

At least, in his own "Spaghetti Jesus" way😂🍝 Which makes me think: Since Mario knows some bases of parenting, maybe if he and Puzzles EVER dated, Mario could be the funny and less seriously parent while Puzzles being the serious and overthinking parent👨‍👨‍👦

Anyhow, I'm getting distracted, overall I appreciated Karen trying her best to spend time with her kids and seeing her realize how talented and wonderfully creative her kids are just made me tear up a little.

I think we need more episodes focusing on side characters a lot more 'cause we have soo many episodes with the smg4 main casts being the main focus and the side characters being added in, and not having a lot of episodes surrounding them, I think it's a nice change of pace for the channel. And I hope it'll stay that way for the long run.

And here's the screenshot of my favorite scene:

I enjoyed making Karen in gl2 since It made me explore some parts of character design in this game!

I also tweaked her design a bit 'cause I mean who doesn't love a turtleneck!

And I also wanted to say something:

I'm not making smg4 episode reviews

I'm not kidding. This is probably disappointing to some of you all since the majority of you guys follow me and stayed because of it.

I mean, I understand but it's just something I don't really enjoy making anymore.. I'll make a few? but won't necessary be "Review episodes" just me talking abt what I liked and there will mostly be some theories.

I'll make other Mr. Puzzles AUs I'm working on so don't lose hope in that yet! I just think it's a good idea to cut the cord of connecting myself onto something I don't find any fun in making like I used to.

Still, I am very sorry for doing this but hope some of you all understand. And I don't mind the followers lowering because of this choice.

I'm still excited for the new episode though, don't get me wrong!

But, I want to make other stuff from other fandoms 'cause I made so many insert ocs of mine and want to show them to you all✨

[arcade-writing]

-leans in here totally casual-

Would you.. perhaps, tell me about your Mysterio?

Name: Quintin Beck

Birthname: Vyacheslav Beck

Nickname: misty, magician, Quinn, Slava, Solomon

Other names: the great Mysterio

Age: 26

Body type: twunk

Height: 5'10 (6 ft in heels)

Sexuality: aromantic, pansexual

Religion: Jewish

He moved from Ukraine with his family when he was 11 to New York

+ his tattoos (both arms are the same) normal vs In the dark

Lore/ story facts:

Man of many talents! Has an engineering degree, a degree in fashion and costume making, did courses to be a magician and a degree in film and creative media

Went from making and designing backstage props at his local theatre to becoming the Tech guy and then, starting a small film business by himself. It didn't go very far but with his skills he was asked to work on other movies. He agreed, able to make a living for himself

Even had a short apprenticeship at Oscorp for engineering, meeting Mason and then joining together as a Duo. Mason Caring for him like a father. And still supporting him as a Villian.

That was until, Scout arrived. (My spidersona) Scout was asked to star in a short film about himself but discovered that there were cameras everywhere - hidden. Even in private spaces. All to figure out his identity and share it with the public. Once that came out he made it known to the public and they got sued. After all, a risk to his identity could be life threatening. Causing Quintin to be out of service despite being a bystander and due to the bad rep, struggled to get back into work due to it. After all, no one wanted ties with a problematic company.

Whilst he didn't harbour any Ill will on Scout it was already hard getting through the industry as it was. So, he decided to keep uplifting his own film business - but if he was to make it about the hero. He needed a villian.

He decided to take on the role of Mysterio and amaze all of New York as the newest Villian for Spider-Scout to face. Documenting it all. People loved it! To get so close to the life of a hero and a new enemy - it was exciting! As time went on he became inspired by Scout. He noticed there was a kinship in their interests. It become more civil between them. He's now basically a blogger - crafting shows of illusion and magic for the public.

(+ the lil colab we did together coz it looks so good✨)

Traits and small facts:

His favourite food? shakshuka. Always feels warm and well fed afterwards

His smile is always crooked but wide, he has 1 dimple on the right side of his face. He definitely emotes better with his hands than his face.

When he's Mysterio is like he's a completely different person. Confident and bold. Grand in everything he does. Speaking louder than New York itself. He feels so comfortable behind a mask.

Also as Mysterio, as he streams alot of his fights, he acts like a show host. A floating microphone with him to capture every word.

He cries so loudly. Hiccuping and sniffling. Lips wobbling as long streaks of tears down his face. Is easily moved to tears at a good film or a piece of music that really touches his heart

He's actually pretty good at lying, just doesn't like to. He likes being an honest genuine person unless it's necessary.

He expresses his joy very visually, a small squeal will escape him before he immediately starts to conceal it. Definitely a laugher - always letting out one in some way or another. Big smiles and jazz hands.

he's not one to get angry. He doesn't enjoy it nor strive to feel it. He's very good at keeping himself in check but when it does? He's so quite. For such a loud animated guy, he can become so stiff and quite. Firm in his words and forcing back a snarl. It's uncanny.

being nervous is almost his constant. He's shy. He's built like an extrovert but as the personality of a shaky dog. Abit anxious when it comes to social interaction because he fears he'll be too much too soon.

Despite his inability to feel romantic attraction, he is a hopeless romantic. He LOVES love. He thinks it's beautiful. He had to learn to stop mourning his lack of it and realize he can love in many ways. But that doesn't mean if someone asked for a fake date - he wouldn't make sure he's best fake date ever. Flowers? Fancy restaurant? You name it! It's a performance he won't fail at!

He does smoke, non nicotine tho, he smokes through a long pipe for aesthetic. The plant it's infused with dyes the smoke and makes it turn from a light blue to purple.

He uses this plant for other purposes for his magic tricks - it is a non addicting herb that was discovered that simply as the trick of changing smoke colour.

Songs I feel that relate to him:

https://youtu.be/zgI56IFtQto

https://youtu.be/UH48socoj28

https://youtu.be/smkbWP79fus

https://youtu.be/dPlg9viUdQc

[lordrandreaming]

I've been busy! Very busy.. But art wise, this is the most accomplished I've been! Haven't touched 3D in years (since junior year actually) so I figured it wouldn't be ✨amazing✨ but, for my 30+ year old puppet it's more than enough!

The heart is full of his old, original stuffing! It also has a jingle bell in it, for the jinglies of course! If I remember correct, he was attacked by a dog but had minimal damage (you can see the 2 holes and the stitching in the middle of his face) but all in all, for a puppet as old as dirt like him, he's still holding together well!

I did have to sew a leg back onto his body a bit, since it was tearing. But that was easy! I want to patch up the holes on his face, but that'll be for another day when they start becoming a problem.

He's been entertaining me since I was a small lil bab, and is the only surviving remnant of my childhood.

With my birthday just being around the corner (less than a month away now!) I've been.. Different feeling about my art. I want to take it more serious than ever. At some point, I'm going to try and make my own plush (which will be HARD but im excited!!) And then eventually, make a fursuit! Of course- this will be years from now, but I have something to work twords as a result :)

[cbddude208]

🌟 Living the Entrepreneurial Dream! 🌟 Exciting news on the horizon – I'm embarking on a journey to start my very own small business! 🚀✨ Embracing the thrill of the unknown and turning passion into profession. 💼🌈

🔗 Why start a small business, you ask? For me, it's all about personal freedom! 💡 The ability to chart my own course, make decisions that matter, and shape a business that reflects my values. 🌱💪 It's not just about work; it's about crafting a lifestyle that resonates with authenticity and purpose.

🚀 Join me on this adventure as we celebrate the pursuit of dreams and the importance of personal freedom in every step. 🌐✨ Let's inspire each other to chase our visions, break barriers, and redefine success on our terms! 💼💫 #SmallBusinessJourney #EntrepreneurialSpirit #PersonalFreedom #DreamChaser #NewBeginnings

Ready to make a mark and carve out your own path? Share your thoughts and aspirations in the comments below! 👇✨ Together, we're not just building businesses; we're creating a life we love. ❤️🔨 #FreedomMatters #PassiontoProfession #EntrepreneurLife #SmallBusinessMagic

[saturnsorbits]

saturn! congrats on your own blog-iversary 😆✨! i love your writing so much and i have my banner notifs on for all the blogs i really love so i don’t miss out on a new story, and i’m always super excited when i see your work posted! 💕 thank you for sharing your writing with us all! a gift! and honestly fic writers are so amazing 🥹 i’ll always be grateful for the escape from reality authors provide us readers.

id love to join your event if still happening! i think since recently i’ve been living that online dating life i’m just really craving a stable partner, whom we’ve been together a few years, understand our lives and work are complicated and busy and just want to cuddle and lay in bed together after a long day. i imagine not all anniversaries can be perfect or super exciting, but something small like comfort after a long day and just appreciating each other’s support…and still craving to be close to another after a long day…just sighs haha. anywhos…this with bakugou after a few years of dating just *swoon*. a little angsty a little fluffy? just how i wanna live my life haha.

Okay, so first off - this made me smile.

You're so sweet, I can't even. Thank you, for reading, for enjoying my work and interacting 🥰

Anyway, here's some blasty-boy, for you 💕

An Imperfect Perfection

-> Bakugo; After a Long Day; 1k.

TW: Very, very light angst, Fluff, Showers.

Bakugo get's in at precisely twenty-minutes to eleven.

He's almost six hours late. Dinner is long since cold and you're almost asleep, curled in one of his hoodies on the couch when he finally stumbles through the door. He hasn't even changed out of his hero uniform and tracks in dirt when he crosses the room holding one finger up to you when you sit up on the couch. You're not sure, but you think you saw his cheeks puffed out and bloated as he passed, his eyes ringed red and not black from the kohl he uses to blend his skin into his mask.

Shuffling, you sit up and wait patiently as you hear his bag hit the floor in your bathroom. There's some shuffling, a bang or two and then, the shower kicks into life.

That's your cue to move.

Slipping off of the sofa, you pad softly towards the bathroom and gently touch the door with your fingertips. It's been left open, the lock forgotten, allowing you to step in without knocking or disturbing him.

The bathroom is a mess. His bag lays abandoned in the corner, half-unzipped and the washing basket is overflowing leaving a trail of clothes haphazardly tossed on the floor. Steam wisps from the shower, the steady drumming of the water already hammering hard against the glass making the silhouette of Bakugo blur and warp. Stripping quietly, you pile your clothes on the toilet before stepping up to the shower and knocking gently on the door.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he steps back and pulls the shower head towards the wall allowing you to step in.

As soon as you're under the spray, the full extent of Bakugo's day makes itself known. He's got a cut running across his right cheekbone, the start of a black eye and his eyes are blood shot, but things only get worse when you look down. Even the few minutes he's already had under the water hasn't got rid of the soot and ash coating his forearms and neck, his shins too, are reddened and scorched.

Stepping close, you slip a hand onto his shoulder and cup the back of his neck encouraging his head down until you can press your forehead to his.

'Fire.' He croaks after a moment. His hands are shaking so he won't hold you just yet, but even just the small connection of your hand on his neck has his whole body beginning to let the day slip from him. 'Fuck... Everyone's okay, it was... I -.'

Moving slow, you press your other hand to his chest and cover his heart. It's hammering against his ribs, but slowing by the second, vibrating under your palm as you begin to breathe exaggeratedly for him to match.

'You're safe... You're home and you're safe.'

Nodding, he finally lets his hands reach for you. His palms cradle your waist, pulling you close until your chests press together and he can perch his chin atop your head. 'You're here.’

'Yeah.' Wrapping your arms around him in kind, you kiss the join in his shoulder. 'I've got you.'

For a moment, you stay like that, just running out the hot water and holding each other, letting the shower wash away all the evidence of the day. It isn't until you feel his heart begin to slow back to normal that you move. Reaching behind him, you pluck a shampoo bottle from the shelf and squeeze some out onto your hand.

''m sorry.' Bakugo stoops to let you lather his hair. 'I couldn't even make it home for our anniversary and -'

'No.' You tug soft at his ear before continuing to work the shampoo through his hair. 'You're a hero, Katsuki. I'm not going to get mad at you for doing your job and saving lives. You came back, you're here... That's all I need.'

His hands tighten on your waist. 'But -.'

'Nah-ah.'

Swallowing down his next response, he lets you move him under the spray and squeezes shut his eyes as you wash out his hair and start again with another round of shampoo. 'You're too good to me.' A chuckle rumbles in his throat as you fingers begin to work out the tension at the base of his skull.

'I'm as good as you deserve.' Taking a break from your scrubbing, you trail your finger down his nose leaving a trail of suds in your wake. 'And you should remember that.'

'I love you.'

'I know...' You smirk.

A grin splits his lip, eyes earning back a little of their shine as he watches your nose crinkle and your bow furrow with concentration when you return to his hair. Despite his aching body and tired mind, his entire being feels quiet as he waits for you to rinse his hair and start on the conditioner. You don't look at him again, don't speak as you make sure to keep the water out of his eyes and use the softer shower puff on his sore skin, but that doesn't stop him watching you. His chest expands, swollen with emotion as you finish up and bat away his hands when he tries to apply his own burn ointment after you're finally both clean and out of the shower.

'Are you hungry?' You cock your head, massaging in the last of the ointment on his legs.

Shaking his head, he stands and offers you his hand. 'Just want to go to bed with you.'

'Okay.' The bathroom is still a mess when you leave it in favour of climbing into bed, but none of that matters right now. Not when you're cuddled in tight with your head on Bakugo's chest as you listen to the now strong and steady thrumming of his heart. His fingers draw out soft shapes into your shoulder and periodically, his lips find your forehead to pepper you with kisses.

'Let me cook for you tomorrow...' He mumbles into your hair. 'I'll call in sick and we can just cuddle on the sofa and nap all day... Do today over again.'

Sinking deeper into his warmth, you twist just enough to press a soft kiss to his lips. 'Yeah, that sounds good.'

You smile and he swears he's never seen a more beautiful sight. Not all of your anniversaries go according to plan, but if you're there, in his arms, he can't say that each and every one of them isn't perfect.

Settling down, he squeezes you. 'Happy anniversary, Princess.'

Humming, you hold him back contented now in his arms. 'Happy anniversary, Katsuki.'

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Experience, Chapter 14

I apologize for being so inactive... I'm just having a writers block I think 😅 I just stare at the phone and... nothing 😩

I'm also struggling with what direction to take the story, in further chapters (I've written 19 so far...) But I only post when I'm sure that's how I want the chapter to be lol 🥴

Well I hope you will enjoy this chapter! I really enjoyed writing it ✨

Hinata came back with her lunch in one hand. And an ice tea in the other. She sat down in the chair facing the window. They were very high up. And she enjoyed looking out over the city. Sometimes she would sit in the window-sill in her own office. Reading reports while eating, and getting small views out over the city. Sasuke got up and walked over. He sat down in the chair next to her. Facing the wooden doors. He removed the paper from his sandwich and started eating. After he had started, Hinata also opened hers. And started eating.

"Miss Hyuga..."

Sasuke said serious. Hinata had her mouth full of food. She froze and looked up at Sasuke. Her cheeks pouty from all the food.

He had never seen anyone look so adorable with their mouth full of food. It took everything he had in him, not to laugh, giggle, or smile. There was a moment of silence.

"Now that a month has passed. I want to discuss your full time employment as my secretary"

Sasuke said. Hinata had swallowed her food. She brushed some hair behind her ear. Forced a fake smile, and nodded to Sasuke. She was very nervous. She had no faith that he was going to employ her. She had already lost all hope. Which was why she had spilled a tear yesterday. The thought of leaving this place was upsetting. She had put so much energy and time into working, making friends, and trying to get back on her feet. She had a purpose to get up every morning. And she fancied going to work every day. She did work she felt was important and exciting. She had found something that gave her value in life. And now it was going to be taken away.

Hinata's eyes sadden as she looked down at the sandwich in her hands. Sasuke noticed her sad eyes immediately. He felt irritated. Like he always did, when she hid her true feelings behind a smile. And it wasn't like he couldn't see she was in pain. Forcing her feelings away. Her eyes and body language was like an open book for him.

"Mr. Uchiha... I-"

Hinata tried to say.

"Miss Hyuga if I may speak first?"

Sasuke interrupted her. Hinata looked up at him with widened eyes. Sasuke took a small breath.

"... Miss Hyuga... I think you're very hardworking. You're always doing your best and delivering what you're tasked with."

Sasuke said. Hinata looked down and blushed a bit.

"... You're going beyond what is expected of a secretary. And I appreciate that in an employee. But... "

Sasuke continued. Hinata tensed up at his last word. 'He'll fire me...' Hinata thought.

"... I think this needs to be your decision"

Sasuke said. Hinata got confused. 'My decision?' she thought.

"If I employ you full time, it will require you to go on business trips. More mandatory visits to the manufacturers. Exchange with the other departments around the world. There's a lot more than what you've been doing now."

Sasuke continued.

"And that's why I want you to use this weekend to think it through..."

Sasuke finished. Hinata looked at him. He was very serious. His eyes, dark and tense.

The sun had set. And the city was filled with warm light flowing through the streets. Hinata looked out the window of the restaurant she and John had decided to eat at. John was talking about this and that. But Hinata didn't hear him. Her mind was filled with a million other things. She didn't really feel like going out. But she couldn't get herself to cancel. As he had been writing to her all day. About how excited he was.

She had decided to put her hair in a low bun. She was wearing a knee length turquoise dress with a loose skirt. It had long sleeves and a open back. It was a birthday present from her little sister, for her 20th birthday. She had thighs matching her skin underneath, and brown cone heels. She was wearing her favorite golden threader earrings. As well as a beautiful golden necklace. And she could feel the eyes on her. But for some reason. For the first time in her life. She didn't care. All the staring and whispering around her, didn't effect her at all. She took a small breath, as she poked the food on her plate. She wasn't hungry.

"Hinata?... Hinata?"

John said and snaped his fingers in front of Hinata's face.

"Huh?..."

Hinata came to her senses and looked at John.

"What's wrong? You don't seem like yourself?"

John asked.

"M-my apologies... I'm juat a little tired that's all"

Hinata said apologetic. John looked confused at her.

"Well... How about we go somewhere else?"

John said and smiled to Hinata. Hinata looked at him curious.

"I'll go pay, then we can head out"

John said and smiled.

"N-no you don't have to. I'll just pay for myself"

Hinata said and pulled her bag up to find her credit card.

"Hinata please let me pay..."

John said insistent. Hinata looked up at him.

"O-okay... "

Hinata answered. She didn't have the energy to insist on paying. She stood up to put on her jacket. And she could feel the eyes on her. The insecurity came back to her. She quickly put on her jacket to hide her back.

"Let's go"

John smiled, as he held the restaurant door open for Hinata.

"Where are we going?"

Hinata asked and gave a small smile back to John.

"Well there's somewhere I would like to go"

John said, as he and Hinata walked side by side down the street. Hinata didn't complain and simply followed John. She began wondering if there was any special places around here. But she had never been in this part of the city. It was mostly filled with expensive restaurants and hotels. With a few bars and clubs, just as expensive. A lot of famous and rich people stayed here. She had been quite surprised when John had asked her to meet him at that restaurant. But she thought John probably just wanted to go somewhere nice with her. But what were they supposed to do now. Go to a bar or maybe one of those VIP clubs. Tamaki and Kiba would definitely kill to get into those clubs. But Hinata wasn't really interested in those kind of things. Still she couldn't decline if John had really somehow gotten access to something so unique.

As the minuets passed she began getting confused. There was only hotels here. And John stopped right outside the biggest one of them all. It was a ginormous white building. With maybe 50 floors. And the top floor was made entirely of glass. Blue, purple and red light was shining out of it.

"Here we are.."

John turned around to face Hinata.

"W-what are we doing here?..."

Hinata asked confused and slightly nervous. She felt so out of place, compared to all these beautiful and handsome rich people walking in and out of the hotel.

"One of my friends works at the bar on the top floor. And I thought we could go here and have some fun. Get a drink or something?"

John said. Hinata widened her eyes. Her heart was beating faster by the second. She really didn't want to go. This place was too fancy and big for her. She felt uncomfortably out of place.

"What's the matter?..."

John asked as Hinata didn't answer.

"I uhm... I-I... I don't know..."

Hinata said overwhelmed and scared.

"Ah come on! It'll be fun I promise! We can just go there, and if we don't like it... Then leave..."

John tried to convince Hinata.

"I... N-no... I..."

Hinata whispered under her breath. Everything about this place made her tremble and she was terrified.

"What sorry I couldn't hear you?"

John asked. Hinata stood frozen and didn't reply. John stood a moment annoyed, before he grabbed Hinata's hand and pulled her with him.

"Don't worry it'll be great"

John tried to reassure her. His grib on her was tight. And Hinata felt like an invisible chain was pulling her against her will. Her breathing was heavy. And she couldn't get a single word out of her mouth. Her legs getting pulled along up the stairs to the entrance of the hotel.

John didn't let her hand go in the elevator. He held a tight grib on her. And smiled happily down to her. Couldn't he see she didn't want to. Couldn't he see she was uncomfortable. Hinata felt her other hand shaking. And her legs felt like they could give out at any minute.

As the elevator door opened, a small breeze hit Hinata's face. The floor had no real lighting. Only dime light in the colors of the rainbow. The music was filling the room, and the many different smells filled Hinata's nose. John pulled Hinata with him again. He stopped in front of a waiter.

"Hey John... I have a table ready for you... You must be Hinata"

The waiter said and glanced at Hinata as he was checking her out. Hinata hadn't really heard what the waiter had said. She was looking all over. As her heart was beating hard in her chest. And her body was shaking. They were given a nice two person table by the windows. The bar was only a few meters away. Hinata facing away from it. John let go of Hinata's hand. He pulled the chair out, and took hold of Hinata's jacket. He pulled it slowly of her. Exposing her bare back. Different eyes turned in her direction. And Hinata could feel their hungry glances at her. They started whispering. Hinata thought her eyes filled with tears. But the tears never came.

"What would you like? You like strawberry daiquiri right? Would you like to try something different? How about a mojito?"

John asked. Hinata couldn't answer. Her throat was dry and her mind clouded. Her body was still trembling. And she couldn't get her hands to relax.

"Come on sit down... I'll get us both mojitos"

John said as he went to the bar. Hinata sat down in the chair. She felt like she could vomit. It was too much. There was so many eyes on her. Hinata looked down at her hands. They were twitching and quivering. She took them to her chest. Her heart was hurting. And she felt like her sight became blurry.

Among the many eyes on her were a familiar pair. They had noticed her the moment she stepped out the elevator. Her scent filling the nose belonging to the pair of dark eyes on her. They were shocked to see her. What was she doing here. And why was she looking like that. She wasn't happy or having a good time. In the contrary, she looked horrified. Her small body shaking. As the jacket was pulled of her, the dark eyes widened. Her bare back and beautiful body exposed to the world. And not just some random people. But exposed to these rich assholes. Only filled with lust and desire. A fire was awakened. And the dark eyes turned red in the dime light of the room. They followed the male who had entered with Hinata. The male who had clenched Hinata's hand, pulling her along. The male who had stripped her of her jacket, and the male who clearly couldn't see how uncomfortable Hinata was.

John came back with the drinks. He sat down and gestured for Hinata to take hers.

"Cheers"

John said and smiled to Hinata raising his glass. Hinata took a moment, before reaching slowly out to grab her drink. She didn't object against him. He wanted to drink and cheer with her. Her hands was still quivering slightly. And she tried to hold the drink still. They clinked their glasses together. And John took a sip of his drink. Hinata looked down at the drink. She gently raised it to take a sip of it. But before the glass met her lips. A hand grabbed the drink. Hinata felt the soft skin against hers. She heavily turned her head around to face the person who's hand was on top of hers. Grabbing the drink, retaining her from drinking. And Hinata recognized the dark eyes immediately. His handsome face was filled with anger and worry. His raven hair slicked back. Hinata closed her eyes, and his cologne filled her nose. She let out a sigh. And her body relaxed, the trembling and quivering stopping. She opened her eyes again.

Sasuke sighed. Getting his fury under control. Her soft hands and shining white eyes made his blood run faster.

"Don't drink that..."

Sasuke whispered to her alluring. He let go of her hand. And Hinata placed the drink down on the table. She looked down at her hands in her lap.

"Hey... W-what are you doing?"

John said loudly. Sasuke turned his head to face him. He didn't say anything. He just looked disgusted down at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you... That's it in leaving"

John said panicked. He stood up and grabbed his jacket. But before he could leave, Sasuke grabbed him.

"You're not going anywhere until the police gets here..."

Sasuke said furiated. His words filled with hatred.

"Let me go freak! I didn't do anything!"

John screamed louder trying to get free from Sasuke's grib. But Sasuke was both taller and ten times stronger than John.

The police placed John inside the police car. They also secured Hinata's drink. Hinata was sitting on a bench a little away from the hotel. She glanced over at Sasuke who was still talking with the police. She took a small breath and looked away again. Staring down at her hands in her lap. There was a lot of people outside staring at the exciting trouble of police cars at such a major hotel.

"Miss Hyuga..."

Sasuke said as he came over to her. Hinata couldn't get herself to look at him, so she continued staring down at her hands. Sasuke let out a sigh.

"Come... Let me drive you home..."

Sasuke said, and held his hand out to her. Hinata stood up slowly without grabbing Sasuke's hand. She still wasn't looking at him. Her eyes facing the ground. People had begun leaving as the police car drove off. And the late evening became quiet. Or as quiet as a city on a late friday evening could be. Sasuke didn't know what to say or do. He felt furiated on her behalf. He wanted to rip the head of that man who had done this to her. Made her feel so small and insignificant. This wasn't the Hinata he knew. Sure, Hinata had never been outgoing or extroverted. But she had never been shaking so immensely as she did back there. Or looking so horrified and scared.

"... Miss Hyuga"

Sasuke tried to say. And at that second, it all came flowing out of her. Hinata's eyes filled with tears, and she began sobbing. She clenched her jacket tight. And tried hiding her face by turning away from Sasuke. He widened his eyes. He felt disturbed. Not at her. Not at her crying. But the reason for her crying. Her tears started flowing down her cheeks. Dripping down her clothes and hitting the ground. She pulled her hands to her face. Trying to dry the tears away, as she kept sobbing and weeping. She couldn't think, and she couldn't control it.

Suddenly she felt Sasuke gently wrapping his arms around her. Embracing her as he held her close to him. Hinata felt her emotions get more intense. And she let her head rest against his chest. As the tears kept flowing, and her sobbing grew louder. Hinata felt Sasuke's hand gently caressing her head. His other hand on her back strocking it gently as well. He didn't say anything. He simply held her close, as she let out all of her sorrow.

To be continued...

Thank you so much for reading and staying with me this long!

I hope to be faster at writing... But I do value quality over quantity 😚😚

Until next time! ❤️

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Mini-Series

Caroline 🧩TNA/OH; Caroline Dalton* is stuck; she's been married to business mogul Sam Dalton for five years, and even though she has everything she could possibly want, she has never felt so lost being a Dalton. After her husband forgets their anniversary (again), she takes a soul-searching trip to see her childhood best friend.

Catalyst: a Prequel to the Nanny Affair 🍋 (Where it all started! This is the very first fanfic I ever wrote. And it shows. 🤣) As the title suggests, this is a prequel to the Choices' book The Nanny Affair. Taking place one week before that fateful nanny interview, this series introduces our favorite TNA characters and their lives.

Misery 🧩TNA/LoA; Sam Dalton has a secret about the death his first wife Addison. And he's been careful for years to keep it that way from everyone--even his new wife Anna. After an unexpected breach with his legal advisors, it's up to Anna to prove his innocence. She thought she was prepared for the truth...

Once… Always… 💜🍋🧩 TNA/MOTY; 10 years after she was hired as a nanny to his twin sons, Brynn Schuyler-Dalton is now happily married to Sam Dalton. Or so she thinks. After a routine trip to the doctor, she is about to discover that her husband is back to his old ways. But, she's going to have the last word.

The Stopover 🧩TNA/TRR; MC (Brynn Schuyler) falls in love with the one man with her best interest at heart: Robin Flores. But, when the truth of her intimate relationship with Sam Dalton comes out during their wedding reception, there's trouble in paradise for the newlyweds. And that's before their plane destined for their honeymoon in Greece has to make an emergency landing in a small Mediterranean country called Cordonia...

Tabloids 🍋 Part of a Book 2 prediction challenge; after leaving Sofia at the altar, Sam and Brynn return home from Italy as a couple; but, Brynn learns quickly that she is yet to get her happily ever after; thanks to the negative press surrounding their relationship, Sam decides to keep their relationship a secret, throwing a wrench into everyone's life just in time for the boys' first day of school

When Was It Over…? 🍋🧩 TNA/MOTY; a request; feeling unnoticed and neglected by her work-hungry husband, Brynn Schuyler-Dalton finds herself in a predicament when a handsome stranger wanting to give her the attention she desires.

One-Shots

Che Bella! 💜 MC (Brynn) has a huge surprise of her own at the wedding in Italy.

Closer 🍋 With her first weekend off and alone as the Dalton's nanny, MC (Brynn) finds herself flirting "closer" with danger.

Cute Without the “E” In book 1 chapter 5, Robin spills the "family secret" that he and Sam were in a band. With his 20-year high school reunion right around the corner, can Sam keep this a secret from MC (Brynn)?

Detour

Dirty Talk, Baby Talk (and Other Misunderstandings) 🍋a request; in the midst of a prank war, Robin tries to hit Sam where it hurts: in the bedroom

Dishonorably Disrobed Canon origin story based from book 3, Chapter 20; after the airline loses some important luggage, Best Man Robin does everything in his power to make sure the wedding day isn't ruined for the happy couple... although mix-ups do happen.

DTF 🍋 A very silly, very far-fetched theory behind "DTF"

The Home Team A request; it's an exciting weekend for the Daltons as the head to Yankee Stadium! But, after they are given quite a fright, MC's (Brynn) relationship with the twins strengthens--and they even give her a new name.

The Kill A very silly rewrite of book 1 chapter 13, inspired by the popular song by 30 Seconds to Mars

My Lifelong Wish: Everyone Will Have a Friend While she prepares for the upcoming class Christmas party, MC (Brynn Schuyler) discovers that her future stepsons have been bullying a less-fortunate classmate.

Nice Guys Finish… 🍋 A very silly rewrite of book 1 chapter 12; MC (Brynn) gets out of going to the gala with Sam, and gets to spend time with her true love

Old Habits part of an angsty prompt challenge; Sam comes home late to dinner in a mood, but MC (Brynn) knows better

Once… Always… Thankful. 🍋 A Thanksgiving fic. 2 year after her divorce from Sam Dalton, MC (Brynn Schuyler-Dalton) is happy in a new dating relationship. Finally child-free, the new couple is excited to spend Thanksgiving alone; but of course, her ex-in-laws ruin those plans. Open to a part 2.

The Picture Show a Wacky Drabble; finally going on a date to the movies, Sam Dalton and MC (Brynn Schuyler) get in a playful tiff of who is going to pay for snacks; but when his wallet accidentally falls open, Brynn gets more than what she bargained for

The Real MVP Part of a FB challenge; a silly take on the life of Carter, the Dalton's driver; what does he do during his down time?

Somewhere Else ✨️for the Luck of the Draw 2023; canon origin story from Book 3 Chapter 20; Brynn (MC) reminisces about her whirlwind of a wedding day that was filled with jitters and professions of love.

Summer Sun A Wacky Drabble; also a rewrite of book 1 chapter 12, inspired by a drawing by hashiedraws; MC (Brynn) returns home alone from the gala, feeling used and broken after hooking up with Sam; but there's someone waiting for her at the penthouse to create their own future

That’s Business, Honey!  A Wacky Drabble; a rewrite of book 1 chapter 6; when Robin offers to kick Sam's ass for MC (Brynn), Sam accepts the challenge; a drunk Sofia meets them on the roof and exposes a little too much for Brynn

Trapped in the Closet An art commission drabble; Sam and MC (Brynn) quickly clean-up after a lunchtime tryst, but they're more of a mess than she realizes

Unholy 🍋 A 2021 Smut-tember submission (cringe-worthy smut); Robin Flores has a confession

Unveiled A simping softness prompt request; when MC (Brynn) is overwhelmed by the ritzy wedding-planning by the Dalton women, Sam has a better idea.

We’ll Be Waiting A Mother's Day fic; it's Mother's Day, and even though Sam and Brynn are yet to conceive a baby of their own, the twins teach their stepmom that she is still a mom and deserves to be celebrated; Brynn takes the family to celebrate another mom

A little about Brynn… a request; a little FYI about my MC Brynn Schuyler

TNA Commissions Artwork

MC (Brynn) with Mickey and Mason on a picnic

Sam Dalton and MC (Brynn) Sneaking Out of a Closet at Work

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