#rosa mail

[rosacarolina]

Felt froggie??? Can we see?

here he is in his scarf and big coat :)

[wyvernity]

sss day my favorite national holiday WOOOOHHHH

bonus

[fizzytoo]

[humanmorph]

what an absolute delight to receive a zine in the mail. a printed paper zine! with my favourite weirdguy!

[mwagneto]

here's the post you were talking about https://www.tumblr.com/mwagneto/180729815440/sooo-weve-seen-period-typical-racism-and-period

HELP oh my god helloooo. ok it WAS 2018. thank you<333 obsessed with my optimism wrt thasmin here😭😭😭 hi past me. good luck with that 😐

[allright]

ARTEMS ENDURING LIGHT CARD.. rolling around biting my knee

I AM SICK TO MY STOMACH ARE YOU KIDDING ME………..

[kalims]

UR LAYOUT?????? OH MY GOD.....

yes I'm thinking of changing the icon since it don't fit 😓 (ngl I changed like what FIVE PICS OR SUM 😭😭)

[watamote-moved]

sending bnuuy for the sake of bnuuy 🐰

🐰 forever and ever

[creads]

⭐️ blow off some steam. fem!reader x matias recalt

🪐 minha masterlist

» cw: smut! por favor só interaja se for +18; leitora!professora e matias!aluno [😮]; oral f recieving.

» wn: oieeerrrr…. boa noiteee……. tava pensando no nariz do matias e saiu isso aqui, espero que gostem ⭐️💋 ah, e eu não sei nada sobre o processo até se tornar professor universitário, então se tiver alguma coisa errada por favor finjam kkkkkk

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Quando você aceitou o convite das suas amigas para visitar um barzinho novo da cidade, não esperava que ficariam a maior parte do tempo separadas: uma delas tentava salvar o relacionamento pelo telefone e a outra estava beijando um desconhecido há 20 minutos.

Apesar de ter ficado sem companhias a maior parte do tempo, o motivo que elas usaram para te convencer ainda era muito relevante: você tinha que relaxar, se distrair. Ter o estresse grande de ser uma professora, ainda tão nova, não é fácil. Apesar de dar aula para apenas uma turma, conciliar isso com os estudos da sua pós-graduação exige muito de você. Além do mais, o resto dos professores são bem mais velhos, então de vez em quando é bom ver gente da sua faixa etária fora da sala.

Saiu para a área externa do bar, dentro dele estava tão cheio que parecia mais uma balada, precisava ficar sozinha e fumar um cigarro. Enquanto inalava a fumaça, olhava para o céu que tinha poucas estrelas, e pensava na semana que estava por vir: tenho que montar os slides pra aula de quarta, tenho que responder uns e-mails, tenho que -

— Tem isqueiro? — Seus pensamentos foram interrompidos ao ouvir a voz masculina, e quando se virou, se deparou com um rosto familiar.

— Aham. — Disse, enquanto levantava as mãos para acender o cigarro na boca do menino.

— E aí, prof? Que bom te ver por aqui. — Matias disse e tragou a fumaça. Ele é um dos seus alunos, prestava atenção nas aulas e tirava boas notas, apesar da carinha e jeitinho de quem não quer saber de nada.

— Tudo bem, Matias? — Cumprimentou, educada.

— Melhor agora, fumando com a minha professora favorita. — Ele respondeu. A verdade era que Matias não gostava muito de estudar, já era a segunda vez que ele trocava de curso. O atual também não fazia os olhos dele brilharem, mas você sim. Era fácil se distrair nas aulas dos outros professores, quase idosos, mas na sua isso nunca tinha acontecido. Além de gostar da sua didática, achava muito difícil não prestar atenção na professora novinha e bonita. Até mesmo em casa, pegava para ler as anotações da aula, ele não aceitava ir mal na prova da única professora gostosa que ele já teve na vida.

Você sorriu com o comentário, mas não disse nada, só levou o cigarro até a boca mais uma vez.

— Tá aqui sozinha? — Matias perguntou, preenchendo o silêncio confortável.

— Não, eu vim com umas amigas. E você?

— Também vim com uns amigos. E o namorado? — Matias foi tão discreto quanto um elefante pintado de rosa, o único objetivo dele ela fazer essa última pergunta, não poderia ligar menos para as suas amigas e até mesmo para os dele.

— Acho que se ele existisse, estaria aqui hoje. — Respondeu, bem humorada. Diferentemente dos seus colegas de profissão, você não se achava superior por ser docente, e muito menos via necessidade em tratar seus alunos mal, além do mais, Matias era simpático, e muito bonito, fazia bem para os olhos.

Matias solta um “ah” e logo traga o cigarro mais uma vez. Antes que ele pudesse falar mais alguma coisa, você se toca que talvez não seja uma boa ideia conversar com seu aluno em um bar, ainda mais depois da pergunta dele.

— Mas de qualquer forma, eu já tava de saída. Foi bom te ver, Matias, até quarta. — Você se despediu e apagou o cigarro, deu um sorrisinho e se virou para ir.

— Peraí, você vai como? Tá tarde já — Ele foi atrás de você e colocou a mão no seu braço.

— De uber. Eu moro aqui perto, é só pra não ter que andar sozinha mesmo.

— Eu vou com você, eu te levo até a sua casa.

Isso poderia pegar mal? Sim. É uma boa ideia deixar seu aluno mais bonito te deixar na porta de casa? Com certeza não. Mas, pensando bem, você economizaria com o uber, e isso parece um argumento perfeitamente plausível.

— Tá bem.

Você realmente mora perto do bar, então a caminhada foi bem curta, mas muito agradável. Descobriu que Matias também é engraçado e charmoso. Apesar dele ser um ou dois anos mais novo que você, Matias exala uma confiança que o faz parecer muito mais velho, experiente… Tá, talvez seja pelo fato de você mesma não ter vivido muito: passou direto do ensino médio no vestibular e desde então leva uma vida acadêmica perfeita, não é atoa que você é tão brilhante mesmo sendo tão jovem. Em contraponto, a vida romântica ficou um pouco de lado, mas não é como se fizesse tanta falta assim… Ok, talvez faça, seria bom para relaxar, mas você não tem tempo pra isso, tem que terminar seu trabalho da pós, tem que montar uma prova, tem que -

— Onde você falou que é mesmo? — De novo, Matias interrompe seus pensamentos a mil.

— Ah, é esse prédio aqui.

— Chegamos então.

— Sim, muito obrigada, Matias. — Você diz, e vê na carinha dele que ele está pensando em alguma coisa para falar, só pra ficar mais um pouco com você. Se abraçam rapidamente e você procura a chave na sua bolsa.

— Vem cá, você tava prestando atenção no que eu tava falando? — Ele pergunta, com um sorriso se formando nos lábios.

— Eu juro que estava, mas em um momento eu comecei a pensar em umas coisas do trabalho… Que vergonha, desculpa. Eu juro que não foi por mal, é que eu tô com tanta coisa pra fazer… Que as vezes eu penso nisso mesmo sem querer. — Você responde, rindo de nervoso, que falta de educação.

— Não, que isso. Eu imagino, você é muito boa no que faz, óbvio que se esforça muito. — Ele é compreensivo, até ri junto com você, acha bonitinho.

— Obrigada, mas ai, é tanta coisa, sabe? — Você desabafa, se sente à vontade com ele.

— Mas você tem que relaxar de vez em quando, né? — Ele diz enquanto te encara, te olha de cima pra baixo. Chega até mais pertinho.

Você finalmente acha as chaves na sua bolsa, e quando levanta a cabeça, vê que o menino está com um olhar diferente, fixado na sua boca. Intimidada, só diz “pois é” e concorda com a cabeça. Seu estado piora quando Matias coloca a mão na sua cintura e põe seu cabelo atrás da orelha, aproveita que essa mão está pertinha do seu pescoço e deixa ela por lá mesmo.

— Matias…

— Posso te dar um beijo?

— Não posso…

— Mas você quer?

— Você é meu aluno, Matias.

— Hoje eu posso ser só um cara que você conheceu no bar, que tal? — Ele te olha de uma forma que você nunca tinha visto em ninguém antes, uma mistura de ternura com desejo, parece que ele quer te comer inteirinha e fazer carinho em você durante. Não são só os olhos dele te distraem, também o nariz grande, que te faz pensar em coisas muito sujas, o sorrisinho que ele dá enquanto morde os lábios também não ajuda. Puta merda.

Você pondera, mas é muito difícil tomar uma decisão responsável com um homem tão lindo tão perto do seu rosto, e o fato de ele também parecer estar louco para te beijar não ajuda.

— Deixa eu te ajudar a relaxar, vai. — Ele diz enquanto faz carinho na sua cintura, apertando levemente a carne ali. A mão no pescoço continua ali, mas o polegar faz carinho no seu rosto. Ele vê seu rostinho indeciso e distribui selinhos demorados no seu pescoço, só para ajudar você a tomar coragem de dizer sim, que cavalheiro…

— Mati… — Você diz, manhosa, toda derretida pela atenção que o moreno está dando para o seu pescoço. Tudo é demais, o perfume misturado com o cheiro de cigarro se torna intoxicante, o jeito que ele te toca: tão lento, carinhoso, mas cheio de desejo. Só consegue colocar as mãos na nuca do garoto e puxá-lo para um beijo.

O beijo que vocês compartilham ainda em frente à porta do prédio é lento e molhado, ele explora sua boca com a língua de uma forma maravilhosa. Matias te segura pela cintura, e quase inconsciente, te puxa e cola no corpo dele, você consegue sentir a ereção se formando na calça dele, isso causa um pane na sua cabeça e faz com que as chaves na sua mão caiam no chão. O barulho assusta os dois, mas é a deixa perfeita para finalmente abrir o portão, andam até o elevador que já estava no térreo e quando as portas se fecham, Matias te prensa contra a parede do lugar apertado. Ele retoma o beijo, com mais urgência, as mãos que antes estavam no seu pescoço param no seu cabelo, puxam ele pela base; a boca dele deixa a sua, mas antes de você conseguir protestar, o garoto começa a beijar seu pescoço. Ele chupa a região de leve, provavelmente será suficiente pra deixar marcas, mas você não consegue se preocupar com isso no momento.

O barulho das portas se abrindo te faz quebrar o beijo, e sair apressada do elevador, puxando Matias pela mão. Abre a porta em tempo recorde, desesperada para ter ele te tocando de novo. Quando já estão dentro do apartamento, vai sedenta para beijá-lo de novo, mas Matias te impede de selar sua boca na dele ao puxar seu cabelo e curva seu pescoço para trás. A ação arranca um gemido de você, e ele aproveita para beijar a área exposta novamente.

— Não precisa ter pressa, bebita. Onde é seu quarto? — Ele diz entre os selinhos que distribui pelo seu pescoço.

Você geme em desaprovação, mas recupera a lucidez e leva o garoto para o cômodo. Quando chegam lá, Matias te guia até a cama e te deita cuidadosamente, fica em cima de você, mas é atrevido, não retoma o beijo. Ele retira sua blusa, e as mãos dele apertam seus peitos e a boca do garoto beija sua clavícula, lentamente descendo até seus mamilos, chupando e mordendo seu biquinho tão necessitado. Você desce suas mãos pelo abdômen dele e quando alcança a ereção, apalpa, praticamente masturbando o garoto por cima das calças.

Mas como já foi mencionado, Matias é um cavalheiro, segura seus pulsos e os coloca acima da sua cabeça, imobilizando suas mãozinhas atrevidas.

— Não, não, bebita. Você é quem precisa relaxar, isso aqui é sobre seu prazer. Vai ter tempo pra isso depois. — Matias diz enquanto distribui beijos molhados pela sua barriga exposta, até chegar na sua virilha. Tira sua calça enquanto mantém o contato visual, viciado na sua carinha de desesperada por ele.

Por mais que você tenha pressa, Matias não, nem um pouco. O moreno arrasta os dedos por cima da sua calcinha, já encharcada, desce com o rostinho para perto da sua intimidade, tão necessitada. Não se dá o trabalho nem de arredar a calcinha para o lado, dá uma lambida extensa por cima dela e faz questão de arrastar o nariz junto com a língua, se sente vaidoso, gosta de ver você se desmoronando por ele. Ele finalmente tira sua calcinha, puxando a alcinha com os dentes, e distribui beijinhos molhados e estalados pelo seu monte de vênus, descendo até seus lábios. Não tira os olhos de você em nenhum momento, a intensidade do olhar só aumenta o seu desejo por ele.

Ele cospe na sua buceta e te provoca, pressiona o dedo na sua entradinha tão necessitada. Você não consegue segurar e solta um gemido, ele solta uma risadinha e afasta o dedo. Morde a parte interna da sua coxa e dá uns tapinhas na sua intimidade, tão molhada que você consegue até ouvir.

— Você tá tão desesperadinha, que bonitinha. Mas fica tranquila, gostosa. Hoje eu só paro quando você pedir.

[makncheese12]

Top Shelf pt. 2

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Masterlist

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

Warning: my writing, I don’t know how to fully play chess so it’s a bit weird haha, very awkward, a little rushed if you come back tomorrow sometime after twelve it should be better

Word count - 3.1k

Credits: @novmoth (my friend from school who feeds into my delusions and gives me more ideas for this story🫶🏻)

“So,” Lyle starts as you move a piece across the chess board and look up to him then back down at the half played board. “You mean to tell me you ran into Jenna Ortega—“ he says through gritted teeth and puts his hands together and leans his forehead against them.

“—and you didn’t know who she was? She’s known world-wide after her recent show on Netflix!”

Why was he so surprised? He knew your parents situation and how it was critical that your mothers family didn’t find her.

Why would you want to be on social media so much anyway? All the drama involving celebrities and people switching up on them after finding some stuff they don’t like.

Hell people could even find information to black mail or threaten you with, that would just be your luck.

It was better to not get caught up in all of that. All you had was Instagram that had nothing to do with the last name and TikTok with no post that you barely used.

“You know I don’t watch a lot of TV.” You mumble watching him move the white piece taking your black on the board between the two of you. “Dude,” Mj starts looking up from pride and prejudice.

“We all used to watch her on stuck in the middle in sixth grade at Rosa’s place before Marco moved.” She says, clearly uninterested in the conversation yet wanting to be right.

You knit your eye brows together making Lyle stare at you like you were some kind of idiot. “She played Harley, middle child AKA stuck in the middle.” You continue to stare dumb founder.

The large man only groans and Mj scoffs at your lack of knowledge. Dru is then seen, holding a pile of games he wanted to try out.

“The chick with the hot sister who used her for an invention with her boyfriend.” He hums, placing the games next to the computer nearby.

Realization hits you like a brick and you nod, now knowing who they were talking about and the seeing the resemblance.

She both sounded and looked older now, you noted before moving a chess piece.

“If that’s what it takes for you to remember things then we’re all doomed.” Mj states as she pulls her legs up to her chest.

“Okay, when did she come exactly?” Lyle stares at the board, eyes clearly focused but keeping his attention on the conversation.

You think back to the interaction as he makes his move. “A few hours ago, right after lunch when people usually come in.”

“Wonder how she got here without getting noticed.” Mj wonders out loud. This girl must have been a big deal if she can’t get away without being noticed.

“Check,” Lyle hums and your eyes snap back to the board to see him move his piece. You narrow your eyes at the board for a moment and huff out.

You two had decided to create your own set of rules after playing together for so long it had become a bit boring. With his idea, you both made the game a little more interesting and complicated.

“She probably has little disguises, you know to specifically get away from the paps.” Dru mumbles, face inches away from the screen.

You grimace at the sight, now seeing why he needed glasses yet he was still doing it with them on.

“He has a point.” Lyle replies watching you make your move before his smile grows. “Checkmate.” He flaunts making you groan as he snatches your king.

“Your slacking, Y/N, do better.” He shakes his head before putting all the pieces back in place.

His teasing only making you groan again, louder this time making him chuckle.

“You’re making me feel like a sin getting scolding by his father after a bad game.” You mumble before sitting up again and making the first move.

“Good,” he laughs watching you make the same move as before. “You need it.” He says in response.

“Fuck the game, what are you going to do about Jenna Ortega?” Mj speaks up closing her book and slamming it on the table.

Usually, you’d scold her for doing so but it was after hours and no one was inside to bother.

Lyle huffs. “Never say that again, this game is very important.” Mj rolls her eyes in response, everything was important to him.

“What would you have me do? Send her a quick text and ask her to come back?” You laugh at the thought.

It would have to be a miracle to get any celebrities number, it would have to be a god send to get her phone number.

“You’re such a pessimist.” Lyle snorts and you send him a glare. “I would be if a cute celebrity showed up and I never saw her again.” Dru calls out making you huff.

“I will see her again, actually. I think, at least.” Mj perks up at this. “Oh? How so?” She asks, leaning forward on the table.

You send her a glare and lean away. Why was she suddenly acting like a fourth grade friend who finds out about your crush.

“She borrowed the book, so she kind of has to come back.” You grumble scooting your seat farther away from her.

You didn’t really think you’d actually be excited for someone to return for a book. Sure, there were cute people that came in and out of the library all the time. But none had really had any real affect on you like she did.

Though the interaction was short and quick, it was probably one of the most interesting ones you had with a customer.

You’d do anything to see those freckles in person again.

The clicking sound of a phone brings you out of your thoughts as you glance up to Lyle whose holding up his phone.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as he begins angry typing. “You just looked so aesthetic with the chess board, I gotta post it to Insta.”

You roll your eyes before they move to Mj who paces back and fourth.

“Okay, so that would probably be your only chance at actually talking to her.” She says as if she were talking to herself.

“She’s so delusional

“That is if you don’t fuck it up,” she mutters that last part with a as she continues pacing making you point to your face that is clearly unamused.

“But how will you do that? You’re a horrible flirt, that much is true and your humor is as dead as Lyle’s hair.”

“Hey!” He quickly goes to cover his purple hair with his large arms. “There’s no hiding that atrocities.” Mj rolls her eyes, once again for the hundredth time tonight.

“I say you just go for it.” Dru says tapping his computer key quickly and you notice the game to be ‘cookie clicker’, an online game that is not any of the games in his pile.

“Be yourself and you’ll be fine, if she doesn’t like that oh well.” He says inching closer to the screen, glasses almost touching it.

“Wow DD,” Lyle says, looking up from his screen that was suddenly getting lots of notifications. “I never thought you could be so poetic.” He teases and Dru sends him a side eye glare.

“That wasn’t even poetic, just common sense.” He replies, eyes traveling back to his screen.

Lyle sticks his tongue out at the older man who doesn’t even notice.

“I want sushi,” You say standing up watching the abandoned chess pieces fall from their place. “Let’s go get some.”

“Right behind you,” Mj says eagerly as she grabs her book and jacket, Lyle not too far behind her.

“Wait, give me a second!” Dru calls but you just laugh and continue your way to the door.

“Wait! I want sushi too! Stop!” He calls out louder as Lyle holds the door open. “Just abandon mission dude! Sushi is way better.” Lyle says as you begin walking down the street, Dru coming out not long after making sure to lock the door.

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You carefully pull books out of the return section as the beat of your music rings through your ears making you bop your head lightly.

You glance over to Lyle who sat in the desk chair, playing Call Of Duty mobile on his phone. You wouldn’t usually be allowed to do that but it was a particularly slow day.

It had been two weeks since Jenna had last came to the library and to say you were disappointed was an understatement.

You knew it could be months before she would have to return the book and you would have to charge her for it if she really didn’t and that is what you didn’t want to do.

Mj made sure you didn’t forget either, sending you cheesy pick-up lines and ‘how to flirt’ website which only aggravated you and hurt your ego.

You did look at a few though and had to admit some were actually good while others made you skin crawl.

You don’t notice the sound of the bell ringing or the way Lyle quirks up slightly glancing toward you

Jenna looks up to him as her body guards walk to a side table in front of the window allowing her a little freedom to walk after seeing there weren’t many people.

He makes his lips into kissy form and a small ‘ooh’ leaves before turning to you, back turned as you sort through the books.

He looks back to Jenna who is now standing at the front desk contemplating to help her or not.

He decides against it but doesn’t want to leave the celebrity waiting. He stands up and quickly grabs the closest thing to the back room door before putting his finger to his lips.

“Shh..” He says, eying her as a playful threat before chucking the item at you and rushing through the door.

The thing hits your head and you whip around, barely missing Lyle as your eyes land on Jenna who held her books, glancing between the storage room and you.

“Did you..” you say, pulling your headphones out and picking up a mouse key that had been ripped off from the cord. “Did you just throw a mouse key at me?” You ask with playful tone as you walk toward her.

Jenna thinks back to Lyle’s silence threat before speaking. “You weren’t paying attention, it’s bad customer service.” She just shrugs.

“Oh, my bad.” You say putting your hands up in defense and her smile grows. “I’m sorry I was doing my job,.” You say shaking your head before playing glaring at her.

Be confident, all girls like that!

Mj’s words ring through your head making you cringe slightly.

Not too confident, that’ll get you punched.

Dru had stated after and your lips pull up at the memory of Dru getting punched at the skating rink during you tenth grade year.

You think of all the pick-up lines that actually seemed subtle and weren’t cringe worthy but decided against it as she pushes the books toward you.

“So, what’d you think?” You ask taking them and scanning the under the red light and pressing the ‘return’ button on the computer screen.

“I actually enjoyed between shades of gray surprisingly even though it was pretty dark,” she says shyly and you nod. “But the other wasn’t really good.”

“Just shows I have better taste than you.” You tease lightly, attempting to flirt but realizing it wasn’t actually flirting.

You were starting to realize how bad of a glitter you really were and Mj was right.

You feel your phone buzz go off multiple times at a time as Lyle comes out of the storage closet with a box full of old tapes you had just put back in there a little while ago.

He takes his seat and watches through the corner of his eye, looking through the black blocks clearly acting like he was doing something as he ease-dropped.

You roll your eyes before leaning against the counter, rolling your thumbs around each other, becoming nervous by the sudden pressure of his gaze.

“Does he always stare at you like that?” She suddenly asks, amusement clear in her voice making you snort.

“Unfortunately yes,” you say and his head yanks toward you, fake offense taking over his features. “He’s always been weird but I guess that’s what makes us friends.”

He forms a heart with his hands before blowing you a kiss making you grimace at the large man.

“So,” you say looking back up to her, noticing her biting the inside of her lip slightly before looking back to you. “Looking for anything else or should I just get back to work?” You ask, smirking slightly as you look up toward her.

You hear a quiet snort come from Lyle and send him a mental glare in the process. Oh how you wished it was Dru here instead, hell even Mj would do.

“Actually, yes.” She says, perking up slightly at your mention. “I was hoping to get another suggestion from you, since you know.” She finishes making you raise an eye brow and hum to yourself.

You think through the hundreds of books you’ve read before coming to your conclusion and standing up straight.

“I have one,” you say and she nods. “I figured.” She replies as you pass through the low door and around the counter.

“It’s sort of the same as Between Shades of Gray, same time frame.” You say walking toward the historical section. “I will need to help get it though,” you snort to yourself, feeling glare in the back of your head.

“I’m actually six foot two if you remember correctly, it’s just the angle your looking at that makes me look shorter.” She argues and your smile grows.

“I’m sorry, I completely forgot I hope I haven’t offended you too deeply.” You tell her, bowing slightly as she passes you walking into the aisle with her head high.

“But in all seriousness,” you say scanning over the the spines of the books. “What made you think the name ‘Top Shelf’ wouldn’t be quite literally the top shelf.” You reach out and grab the book ‘The Book Thief’ before turning to her.

“I thought it was like a metaphor or something.” she mumbles taking the book from your hands, reading the cover.

“Oh definitely, especially with the owners being tall themselves.” You say, laughing at her glare at you through her eye lashes.

She rolls her eyes before moving past you and toward the front desk.

You follow after her quickly and go behind the desk again before pushing past Lyle who was messing with the computer.

“Excuse you,” he stares at you wide eyed as you click back to the search bar. “Your fault you were in my way.” You mumble only giving him a glance.

“Name?” You asks glancing toward and you can almost feel the glare Lyle gives you.

“You’re joking?” She asks, clearly unamused. “It’s policy.” You send her another playful smile watching huff out.

“Jenna Ortega.” She says before Lyle pinches your side making you jump slightly. “Stop that,” you whisper before kicking your leg back at him, you miss completely.

“Burrowing or buying?” You ask and she again, rolls her eyes. “Burrowing.”

You feel Lyle pinch your other side and you send him a glare, clearly wanting him out of your bubble and away from your conversation. “You’re so annoying.” You say before watching him stick his tongue and move back to his seat.

You look back toward Jenna who was, once again, chewing her lip.

You take her credit card and swipe it quickly, using your hand to keep him a safe distance away from you.

“Anything else?” You ask, glancing up to the girl who is already staring at you.

“Actually,” she mumbles quietly as Lyle pinches your arm pit making you elbow his chest and he lets out a hard huff.

“You seem pretty cool and I was wondering..” she hesitates for a moment, trying her best to maintain eye contact which makes Lyle stop, chest against your back.

She continues you hesitate as you bag the book and slide it toward, you fidgeted slightly as anxiety creeps up to your core.

“If I could have your number? Or maybe I could give you mine?..” there’s a sort of shyness in her voice and she begins to bite the inside of her lip again.

You stare at her dumb founded a second, not fully expecting that.

But then again it was very obvious it was coming from the first part of her sentence, that was clear especially to Lyle who glances between you two.

The two wait for your response that seems to never come which makes Lyle’s eye twitch and Jenna to shift on her feet.

“You can say no, of course I just thought I’d ask.” She says, voice even quieter which makes Lyle decided to take matters into his own hands.

He snatches the phone from your pocket and sends you a small knowing smirk before turning to the girl. “Excuse her, she’s not used to these kind of interactions.” He says unlocking you phone and opening your contacts and going to the number screen.

“She is, after all, a librarians daughter. She just has no game what’s so ever.” He shakes his head and clicks his mouth. You quickly snap out of your dazed state to glare toward him.

“Yeah, sorry but I’d actually love that.” You say before watching her smile grow and all the nervousness leave her body as she begins to type.

“Cool,” she says before handing you your phone back. “Very cool.” Lyle states as he nods and gives you a knowing look.

“Text me,” she says before picking up her bag and walking toward the door. “I mean it!” You watch her stern look as her body guards stand and open the door for her with a goofy smile on your face.

“I will!” You call out as the door shuts behind her.

“Holy shit,” Lyle mutters watching her walk down the street. “Holy shit.” You repeat, still a little shocked by the whole situation.

“Jenna Ortega thinks my best friend is cool and gave her her number.” He says pulling out his phone and typing quickly before you feel a buzz in come from the phone in your hand.

You open the text messages in the group chat and see a series of text between Lyle, Mj and Dru. They had to have been spamming the entire time.

You read over the last text and snort.

My best friend is cooler than you, you also owe me twenty bucks <3

Read next part here!

A/N: Lyle being R’s wingman is in fact canon🫶🏻

Also, while you’re here why don’t you request something for different characters. I have some drafts for other things I’m working on but I would let to create some you guys ideas!

[rosacarolina]

all you do is post AI generated trash

this is so funny. half my posts r literally pictures i took n the others r taken from like, the home depot website and wedding inspo blogs lmao. you dont have to ai generate flowers anon you can see them if you go outside. try it sometime

[immakuronaakuma]

Rewatching Wish for the 30th time.

Magnifico’s villain arc wasn’t a matter of if

It was a matter of WHEN

Asha may have been a key part of his villain arc, but if it wasn’t her, it would’ve been someone else. He overreacts to the citizens questioning him and turns to dark magic during a song number where he talks about not being respected… by a kingdom of people who adore him, trust him, and some of whom are in love with him (something something “so you had a bad day”).

Magnifico may have seemed like a benevolent king, but past “At All Costs” and all through the movie, we see that this benevolence is all a big front, much like King Candy in Wreck it Ralph being a jolly and caring leader only to have a vendetta against a little girl who wants to race (and then gets revealed to be a huge fraud).

He reacts badly to being questioned even if the one questioning him is making good points, such as Asha’s suggestion to just GIVE BACK and I repeat GIVE BACK (gotta emphasize that because if I see one more post or stupid picture declaring that Asha wanted everyone’s wish to be granted and ignoring the part where she did not fucking say that, I’m gonna find your address and mail a pipe bomb with glitter and streamers attached) everyone’s wishes so they have a chance to make them come true and since he can take people’s wishes, he can see and stop any bad ones that’ll bring harm to Rosas.

Combine his refusal to accept criticism or basic questions with the petty cruelty he shows Asha and her family, from giving her a front row seat to witness her Saba’s disappointment at the Wish granting ceremony and later confirmation that he won’t grant his or her mother’s wishes, and the scene of him crushing Sakina’s wish, where he didn’t even know he could gain power from destroying the wishes, he just did that to add a layer of cruelty on the asshole cake.

And if it hadn’t been Asha, it would’ve been someone else. Magnifico had been an underlying villain throughout the movie and probably some time before it, all it took was people bruising his ego for him to go off the deep end and go from “benevolent king” to “cruel tyrant”. Funnily enough, there are people like Magnifico who, even without forbidden magic or an evil, star-stealing staff, they’re still wicked inside.

[fizzytoo]

shaking crying and throwing up thinking about how rosa hasn’t seen adrien since he graduated college

[humanmorph]

my plans for today fell through & i'm honestly relieved about it. i think i would've been fine if i did end up going but still.

[rumplebouttostealurskin]

Team fortress head canons

Red Oktoberfest edition

Heavy is the little spoon

If heavy and medic were in highschool they would be "Those" boys

(the sporty zesty kind)

Heavy gets annoyed when medic doesn't pocket him

Medic -nah I'ma do my own thing

(absolutely obliterates everyone in the server)

Heavy is a cat person

Medic isn't fond of cats

They're very open about the fact that there in a relationship

Soldier would try to use there relationship as black mail (referencing that's old cop from Brooklyn who said he would blackmail holt and Rosa)

Heavy is a writer

Medic is a musician

They make have made many songs

Heavy is like a angle on ice

Medic can't balance in skates to save his life

Medic is the reason people need to check there Halloween candy ...👀

(he thought it was the same thing as a toy in a cerial box or Macdonald's happy meal toy but instead he uses left over bits of random medical supplies)

Heavy had to track the single kid that stopped at the company for Halloween

(it was Olivia)

That's all

Oh wait nvm

Byeee

[edinhasims]

TRADUÇÃO DO MOD: LOVE LANGUAGE

Tradução do mod da criadora @sashasspace

Lançando seu primeiro mod, e estreando como minha primeira tradução pública, a simmer traz as cinco linguages do amor para o The Sims! Como caracterísca para seu sim.

Você pode comprar as características na loja de recompensas e custa 12 pontos.

Assim que sua caracteristica favorita for adicionada ao seu sim, você poderá observa-la no painel de simologia e seus sims terão desejos que giram em torno dela.

Atenção, todos os pacotes foram usados para criar esse mod.

Quais são as linguagens do amor e o que elas significam?

A liguagem do amor é a forma que seu sim terá para expressar os sentimentos de carinho, afeto e amor entre os sims, e não apenas entre casais.

Descrição do mod.

1- Palavras de afirmação: expressas em elogios, afirmações positivas e incentidos.

Para palavras de afirmação, a habilidade de carisma do seu sim é um fator importante quando se trata de suas interações sociais.

Elogiar roupas

Elogiar aparência

Bajular

Perguntar sobre o dia

Expressar admiração

Sussurar

Confessar amor eterno

Cantada

Conversa doce

Flerte

Declarar amor publicamente

Discutir interesses

Conversas profundas

Contar fantasias

Fazer pergunta picante

Escrever e-mail de amor

Mensagem paqueradora

Elogio sincero

Falar e escrever afirmações.

2- Tempo de qualidade: dedicar um pouco do seu tempo àqueles que você ama e deseja ter por perto.

Perguntar sobre o dia

Assistir filme com alguém ou sozinho

Jogar sozinho ou com alguém

Ligar para alguém

Bate-papo no computador

Cozinhe refeição sozinho ou com alguém

Piquenique (estação da primavera ou verão)

Preparar bebidas

Viajar

Juntar-se à culinária

Treinar

Dançar juntos

Luta de travesseiros

Ensinar a tricotar

Brincar com estrelinhas/chuveirinho (fogos de artidício devem estar na propriedade para aparecer)

Video chamada

Assistir programa de TV

Tomar banho (qualquer um)

Jogar jogos de tabuleiro (todos da mesa incluídos)

3- Presentes: o que menos importa é o calor financeiro, todas as formas de expressar o amor conta, desde uma flor até uma pizza, o fundamental é saber que está sendo dado de coração.

Dar presente (amigável, malvado, engraçado ou romantico)

Dar simoleons

Cuidar de você ou qualquer animal

Receber presentes (abrir presentes do pacote estações)

Compre algo (telefone, computador etc)

Oferecer uma rosa (uma rosa, um arranjo de flores do inventario ou comprar na barraca de flores)

Doar para caridade

Dar joias de presente (mesa de gemologia)

Dê um presente colecionável (procure algo ou compre uma cápsula simmi). 4- Atos de serviço: o que você faz conta ais que palavras, como lavar louça, levar lixo para fora, consertar algo etc.

4- Atos de Serviços: expressar por meio de ações o carinho e amor que sente.

Chamar para refeição

Ser chamado para uma refeição

Faça bebidas (bar)

Prepare bebidas (qualquer bebida)

Pedir bebidas juntos ou sozinho

Fazer um brinde (estações ou histórias de casamento)

Pedir comida na barraca

Limpar

Reparar

Dar ou receber massagem

Cozinhar

Doar para caridade

Pedir um delivery

Servir chá ou ser servido (histórias de casamento)

Contrate um serviço

Seja voluntário

5- Toque físico: Mais que saber que o amor existe, esses sims tem necessidades de sentir fisicamente esse sentimento.

Para que esses desejos apareçam os sims tem que ter dado seu primeiro beijos, se for sims criados no CAS já sendo casal, eles devem fazer oba-oba para que apareça.

Beijo

Beijar a bochecha do amado ou um beijo familiar (todos os sims são inclusos nessa interação)

Abraçar ou ser abraçado (todos sims inclusos)

Acariciar bochecha

Se aconchegar com o amado

Dar ou receber massagem

Olhar profundamente nos olhos

Oferecer comida

Dança lenda ou dança amorosa (histórias de casamento/anos de ensino médio)

Aconchegue-se perto do fogo

Oba-oba

Abraçar enquanto assiste filme

Dar uns amassos

Fazer cócegas

REQUER O XML INJECTOR

Baixe o Mod aqui ou aqui

Baixe a tradução aqui

Assista o tutorial da criadora caso precise clicando aqui