Act Your Age, Eve Brown (The Brown Sisters, #3)

by Talia Hibbert

her resentment toward the author of thrilling AO3 fanfic Tasting Captain America, who hadn’t uploaded a new chapter since the great titty-fucking cliffhanger of December 2017.

Oh I fear she just like me fr

Shrugging off her funk, she chose her song for the day—“Don’t Rain on My Parade,” to cheer her up—hit Repeat, and popped in one of her AirPods.

Me but with the Glee Cast Version

Orange lip gloss, which clashed with the purple hair, but since chefs weren’t front of house, he’d let it slide.

Omg why did he clock her like this???

“Eve,” he said, “everything about you matters.” And then he briefly but seriously considered ripping out his own tongue.

I would have professed my love right here!!!

It sounds like your dream broke, and you’ve been picking up shattered pieces and blaming yourself when your hands bleed.”

Also known as M’Baku. Not that she’d ever admit to naming it.

BITCH IM SCREAMING

Fuck, he loved her. He loved her, he loved her, he loved her. And if she was brave enough to choose him, he would bloody well choose her back.

“Your abilities,” he said slowly, “lie in the places people usually overlook. So you’ve been convinced you don’t have any at all. But you’re smart, and you’re capable, and if people struggle to see that, it’s their problem, not yours.”