#11:20pm

[ajyal-azez]

لا يستطيع الإنسان أن يعيش من غير عاطفة في حياته.

[ithoughtathing]

Jackass is for transmasc what Drag Race is for transfem

[thataconacho]

Murayama Yoshiki X fem!reader

This is my first ever one shot I did. The character might be OOC and pls go easy with the critique since english also isn't my mother language ;) (the pic is from Pinterest)

'Oya High..'

You thought silently in your head.

"I'm home"

You said quite loud this time, catching few boys attention from the building that surround you.

"Oi! What are you doing here huh little girl?"

'How rude.. definitely need to be taught manners'

You thought again in your head. You're not much of a talker to stranger anyways, but it's otherwise when with someone you really close with.

You just keep walking into the building to the second floor where he definitely will always be. (Let's say it's on there bcs I don't really know how many floor Oya High has)

"Oi, oi, look who we have here"

A strange looking boy eyeing you up and down like a scanner machine. Kind of making you wanna punch him in disgust, but you can still hold your anger, for now.

"Please let me go, I have someone I want to meet right now"

Bowing slightly and pushing every handsy hand on you. (I hope you understand what I mean by handsy)

"Playing hard to get eh, little girl? You really are a brat"

He keep closing in your step and touching your shoulder from the back making you fasten up your pace and also making you losing some of your anger bar. If only they could see it so they won't mess with angry girl but sadly this world isn't some RPG game that could tell you so.

You're just one step to the sliding door and few seconds away from touching it, the rude boy pinned you to the near wall. (No pun intended)

'Kinky. But pass, not my type.'

You thought and tilting your head slightly to find a good spot to bit his hand.. and gotcha! You bit the spot and immediately kick him where the sun never shine, he let out the most inhuman sounds possible also earnings painful 'ooh's' and from the other whose watching.

'R.I.P balls'

You thought with a devilish grin and continue with sliding the door next to you, to be greeted by a sinful scene in front of your very own eyes

'Oh my God.. did I skip few chapters? Did I get punched and die and go to heaven?'

There he is, Murayama Yoshiki, your 2 years of a boyfriend. Even though you already have seen him without any clothes on quite long time ago, you still are mesmerized by his pretty toned body. The last time was a year ago before you have to follow your parents to (any favourite Japan's region, if it's Tokyo, let's say you're on a different decent school away from Oya)

"Yama?" "Y-Y/N..?"

You both calling for eachother.

"You and your bad habit of exposing your body when you're going on a rampage. Please, don't do that, I don't want you to be sick, okay? Yama?"

You button up his shirt up and waving your hand left and right at his stunned face.

"Is that really you? I'm not dreaming, right?"

He looked at you like a lost puppy, you cup his face and kissed his lips with a slight giggle.

"No, you're not, baby. I'm right here, no hologram, no hallucinations, I'm real"

His face and tip of his ear become slightly red and his eye start to glisten with tear and without no hesitation he kissed you passionately as if there's no tomorrow. You wiped his tears after the kiss.

"Welcome home"

He said simply and hugged you very gently yet tightly with his head buried on the crook of your shoulder.

[sleeplessdreamer14]

I think I finally understand why I love black clothing so much... I wanna be a ninja.

[omnya-a-shoman]

محتاجين نختبر علاقاتنا ونعيد النظر فيها..

[lunchcase]

17.12.2020

Munchique Chocolate (Not Bath) Bomb -  Special Guest Post Kathy Edition ft. Mostly Me

Location: gift from work

Price: gift from work

Kathy is in video call with me right now, with a fancy hot chocolate gift set given to her at her work, and she’s doing a live reveal + tasting to contribute to my humble blog. She didn’t want to write, saying she can’t replicate my flair and that’s why I’m the blogger and not her, and also I am right here to record it, so here I am doing the legwork. She’s currently fretting over whether she can use her roommate’s milk for her chocolate, the one who she said “she told me I can use whatever, but should I?”, and now she’s letting her know through text before she can begin. It’s been 10 minutes of this. Said roommate physically appeared and she asked in relief. The immediate response was “yes of course”. It’s been 15 minutes.

Kathy: I don’t know how representative of the chocolate bomb experience this is.

Me: I don’t need it to be representative of the chocolate bomb experience, I just need it to be representative of Kathy’s current chocolate bomb experience.

Kathy: I squished it in my bag

Me: that’s fine

Kathy: you really want this?

Me: I’m writing it down right now

Now she’s struggling with the packaging. (Kathy: don’t write that part down. Me: I already did). She’s graciously taking photos of “the squished thing” for me. I think it looks pretty nice, despite the squishiness! Festive, nice mug, good *original* decoration, a solid 10/10 presentation (kathy’s ranking, I incredulously asked if she was sure. She changed it to 9/10).

Me: are you going to use the mug?

Kathy: am I going to eat the mug?

Me: USE. *Use* the mug???? ??

Kathy: sure. But I probably won’t be using the chocolate spoons

Me: chocolate spoons??? I can’t believe you’re not using them, I bet they melt into the drink as it brews!!

Kathy: how much milk is too much milk

Me: whatever you think is enough and then double it

Kathy: mm :/

Kathy: I think I burnt the milk

Me: you need to keep stirring, and also it’ll froth and bubble up when it gets too hot so you have to remove it from heat when that happens or it’ll spill

Kathy: I think I burnt the milk

She’s putting the chocolate bomb into the mug and pouring hot milk over it. I would’ve put it in the milk itself but I guess there isn’t really a difference. She’s ladling the milk into the mug. I’ve always just poured it directly but this makes less of a mess. Galaxy brain.

Kathy: you ready

Me: okay first you have to smell it

Kathy: why. Okay I smelled it. Can I drink it now

Me: no you have to tell me how it smells.

Kathy: it’s like chocolate and milk.

Me: ugh

Me: I need to know more about how it smells

Kathy: like chocolate milk.

Me: Kathy

Kathy; it’s chocolate milk!

Me: does it smell good?

Kathy: does chocolate milk smell good?

Me: does it??

Kathy: yeah???

Me: warm? Rich? Strong??

Kathy; it’s not as sweet as I thought it would be. It’s nice

Me: I mean the smell, we’re still at the smell.

Kathy: smells like chocolate. And milk.

Me: oh my god

Kathy: that’s the best you’re going to get out of me

Me: fine okay the taste

Kathy: not as sweet, that’s a total good thing for me. It’s like, creamier with the milk, annnnnd, uh, chocolate milk.

Kathy: I think there’s a reason this is your blog and not mine

Me: is it a rich chocolate flavour

Kathy: *takes another sip* I think because I chose the dark chocolate bomb, the cocoa, you can taste it. It’s quite nice.

Me: what does it feel like

Kathy: a warm drink

Me: oh my god. Fine. Alright. Cool.

She is laughing. I’m pulling teeth here and she’s laughing

Me: would you recommend?

Kathy: yeah

Me: would you get it again?

Kathy: yeah

Me: would you give your mom this?

Kathy: yeah

Me: how about your dad?

Kathy: yeah. I would give Casey this

Me: if you only had one left and you could only choose to give it to your mom or your dad who would you give it to?

Kathy: *no hesitation* my mom

Kathy: my dad wouldn’t appreciate it as much. It would just be hot chocolate. (Later Me: Rereading this later I thought, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree)(I’m not scared of her reading this) My mom’s more of a foodie.

Me: same question, but adding me as an option?

Kathy: since you have a drinks blog, I’ll probably give it to you

Me: :) thank you

Kathy: my mom’s more of an all rounder than one specific thing

Me: are you saying I’m not well rounded

Kathy: I’m saying you’re very specific about what you write about

Me: fair

Kathy: Kathy has downed two cups of hot chocolate tonight! Hope this will make it into the blog. The first one was the carnation one and then the chocolate bomb. Though to be fair I didn’t think I was going to drink the chocolate bomb until I saw it was kind of smushed. There’s definitely a difference when you add milk versus when you add water. It’s creamier. But it’s also more effort, so you gotta find the balance. Depending on what kind of person you are. But then like I added water to the carnation one and I think maybe the ingredients made it so that milk was unnecessary, and that wouldn’t work on the chocolate bomb. I don’t know what the ingredients are. I don’t know what would happen if you add water to the chocolate bomb. It’s a ~ mystery ~.

Me: you can try. Also I think it would just make, you know, chocolate water.

Kathy: they’re both good in their own way. If I had to heat up milk everyday for it, I might go back to the carnation one. But the chocolate bomb is good for special nights when you want something fancy. The Carnation one is good for comfort.

Kathy: this is going to be a long post isn’t it. Try to be concise -

Me: hahahahaha

Kathy: - cut out what isn’t necessary -

Me: hagagagagagahahah CONCISE

Kathy: ...

[dumdardes]

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[perdida--en-las--estrellas]

Besos largos que se disfruten, abrazos fuertes y reconfortantes, amores sinceros e inolvidables.

Sofía Gómez. ⭐️