#except the kiss is actually supposed to be devastating oops

[revolutionarywig]

Hi! I'm new to Frev and Tumblr and I really love your Vampire AU. I also saw your posts on Instagram. Does the AU have Saintspierre? (or am I seeing things)

Hi! Thank you so much I am very flattered that you like the Vampire AU!

I did make a vampire AU zine a while back and well one of the pages...

No you are not seeing things this whole AU is just Saintspierre hahaha. I personally wanted to explore them clearly being in a romantic relationship from early on, and how Robespierre's vampirism affect it (both in straining and strengthening the connection) as well as other people.

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

santa baby (but Natasha is santa)

here is my literal last minute thing writing whatever for the happy hoelidays challenge by @stargazingfangirl18 @donutloverxo @navybrat817 omg this was supposed to be done earlier and i originally started writing for andy and is prob late bc of time difference anyway but i got inspiration out of nowhere and went with it and just started a few hours ago and i dislike my inability to commit to my fics.

summary: natasha gives reader and steve a sex toy. and asks for a video.

prompts: “I know a good way to warm you up.” + Friends w/benefits but OOPS we got the feels + Unwrapping presents together and what’s this? A dirty gift 👀

warnings: smut-ish, but like the lightest smut i’ve ever written in my life. no actual sex because i was on a time limit.

Seeing Steve Rogers on the floor of your bedroom with the ugly Christmas sweatshirt that you bought him before you left, surrounded by presents—smaller, you guys said nothing big, nothing expensive—and sipping hot chocolate was enough to erase all the chaos from the past few days.

You had always planned to spend Christmas together. It was unclear whether the team was going to manage to come together, who would still be lingering, who would be around but not in a Christmas mood. It was looking like it would be just the two of you, but then you got stranded in Russia because of the crazy snow.

You were devastated thinking that Steve would be alone. You were going to be alone as well, but you hated leaving Steve alone on the holidays, especially in the tower. It was huge, it was quiet, it seemed haunted almost. You also didn’t want him to be without someone, anyone, after the year he’d had. Though, admittedly, all of Steve’s years seemed hard.

Thankfully, Natasha saw Steve alone before she went somewhere to escape her own Christmas issues. They didn’t do anything overtly festive, but she did stay with him until you showed up. December 31st, you were angry every day went by that you couldn’t just jump on any plane and rush back to him.

He smiled at you and your heart stopped. He could always do that when he smiled, but particularly when it was directed at you. He was like personified sunshine, except now when you were craving winter, Christmas. He was as perfect as snow on Christmas Eve.

You dropped your bag and then he was getting onto his feet to meet you at your doorway. You didn’t wait, you rushed forward and jumped onto him when he was close enough. His arms wrapped tight around your waist and he laughed.

“Did you miss me?”

Ass. He knew you did. “I’m sorry that our plans got ruined.”

He pulled back. “What’s ruined? It’s a few days late, but we’re going to do it all. The only thing I needed was you.”

You set both hands to his face. These days, he’d been letting his board grow out so nicely, just to shave it off and see you pout about it. The confession about his beard you made nearly two years ago had gone to his head and was still making him cocky. “Did you have fun with Natasha?”

“Yeah, I did. She left us presents.”

“You didn’t open any of your presents?”

“Nope, wanted to wait for you. But you’re here now,” he set you on the floor. “Let’s get started. You need to change into your sweater.”

“Yeah, I left it in the bathroom.” Because you had expected to be back on the morning of the 24th, you just wanted to dive right in to the day you had planned with him. “I’ll be right back.”

“Since when are you so shy?” he teased.

You lifted your eyebrows, smirking. “What are you suggesting, Captain Rogers?”

As he leaned forward to press both hands to your hips, he brought his mouth down to yours. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss—how had you gone so long without this? Okay, only a few days, but still.

He pulled away, pushing your jacket down until it slipped off your arms and onto the floor. You were in a white tank top then—no bra, because you wanted to immediately draw his attention to you—and he didn’t hide that he was appreciating the sight.

You had been sleeping with Steve for 10 months. It happened on Valentine’s Day, just a little before midnight, so it still counted—much to his dismay, he said it sounded cliché. You’d had a bad date, he’d had a bad date that you had talked him into going on. There was a lot of frustration between the two of you and you both decided there was no one better to work it out with.

He laid you out on the kitchen table that night, lips brushing against yours as he spoke. No strings, just sex. You thought you would be fine, you thought you were the distant one who wouldn’t need to worry about catching feelings. But you were incorrect and more than just stupid. Who would honestly think they were strong enough to not fall head over heels for someone who looked and acted like Steve? You, apparently.

You couldn’t say anything, mostly because you couldn’t imagine going a week without feeling him inside you. The thought was devastating enough to make the alternative of remaining silent seem more appealing. If you didn’t say anything, nothing needed to change. Until, of course, he met someone that he liked. Which was something you constantly dreaded yet couldn’t talk to anyone about.

His arms slipped around your waist, holding you still while he began peppering kisses along the neckline of your shirt. You were shivering in seconds, thankful that he hadn’t yet shaved. He would tomorrow, you knew that deep in your soul. But tonight, tonight he wanted to spoil you, clearly.

You were the one that began pulling your shirt up and he instantly got on his knees before you. As you lifted it over your head, he worked getting your pants out of his way. His eyes on yours, he kissed from your navel down, down, down, until he was almost there, then back up.

“Don’t you dare,” you scoffed. “You want to start this off with that shit?”

He smirked against your skin. “No patience today?”

“Missed fucking you,” you claimed. You had missed him, but you couldn’t say things like that. Your usual routine of denial was objectifying him as much as possible so that he wouldn’t think you could ever truly have feelings for him.

“Yeah…I missed fucking you, too.” And then his mouth was moving against your center over your cotton underwear. You would slip into a lace set once he let you escape long enough. That man loved you in lace.

“Steve,” you snapped, hands tugging at his hair.

He pushed your hips back until you were against the wall. When he pulled away, it was only to yank your panties down, but then he dove right back in.

It wasn’t safe. This. With him. His mouth was something sinful that made you believe there was no higher power. Because why would a man look like him, have an amazing personality, and be able to eat pussy? How was that not supposed to ruin your entire life?

For all your comments about Steve being an old man, those jokes that he pretended weren’t funny, you were being punished in the form of It’s a Wonderful Life. You weren’t one for old movies, but you had had to drop that when you started spending most nights with Steve, if he found you falling asleep, making a face, or commenting under your breath, he would give you a lecture starting with ‘back in my day’, ending with ‘your generation…’.

In summary, he always made you regret pointing out his age. Would you stop? Probably never, but it wasn’t without personal cost to you. Let it be known, you would put up with the merciless sass of Steve Rogers any time, any place.

You were standing on the bed, literally, standing. You had a mug of hot chocolate clutched in both hands and you stood with your legs wide, feet planted on either side of the bed around Steve. You could not stay awake if this movie was the only thing entertaining you.

He was laying on his stomach, sometimes watching you in the black parts of the screen because he could get away with it. You were wearing your sweater, a pair of lace panties, and long socks that stopped mid-thigh. He was waiting patiently, and as soon as you were done with that hot chocolate, he was going to grab you and toss you down onto the bed and force you to watch this damn movie. He might even restart it, he hadn’t decided how cruel he was feeling. But he also might stop to bury his head between your legs, he was unsure.

But there was also something on his mind, what better time to bring it up. “Hey, does Natasha know about us?”

“Know?” you echoed. “That we’re spending today together?”

“No…us. Like, us.”

“Oh,” you blurted out, hopping off to the side of the bed carefully so you could set your mug down. “Um, no, I don’t—”

As soon as it was out of your hands, he sat up and grabbed your hips. You screamed in surprise, but it soon dissolved into a fit of laughter as he wrestled you down to the bed—without much effort, obviously—and underneath him, scattering kisses all over your face.

You were breathless by the time you had your hand flat to his cheek, holding him away from you. “No, I just assumed you didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Well, it’s not exactly that.” He grabbed your hand, turned back to you, and kissed your palm. “It’s just that I don’t think they would understand.”

“Of course. Most people wouldn’t.”

“Right. Most people wouldn’t get…our arrangement, that we’re two people, just…fucking.”

You nodded. “Yeah, and if she knew then Sam would know…then Tony would know.”

“Hell, by that point, it might even get around to Bucky.”

You smiled a little, touching his face again. “Has he called?”

“Yeah, called on Christmas Eve.”

You frowned. You hated that you hadn’t been here for him. Bucky had long ago decided the Avengers weren’t for him. You knew that eventually he would get over himself and let Steve help him, but the in-between, seeing how sad it made Steve that his best friend wouldn’t lean on him, was hard.

“He’s in Mexico.”

“Warm,” you breathed. “I’m jealous.”

“I know a good way to warm you up,” he offered.

“Oh, yeah?” you scoffed. “How are you going to do that?”

He ducked down, lips finding yours for what to be the fiftieth time since you’d entered the room. Steve would kiss you forever if you let him. His hand found its way up your sweater, fingers just slightly pulling on your lace panties.

“Steve,” you huffed after several moments of not getting his touch where you needed it. He was not going to be doing this on Christmas! Even though it was December 31st.

Finally, he pressed his fingers down, even through the lace it was so good. “Does this work?”

Yes. Yes, it fucking did. You turned your head down to hide away in the bend of his neck. “I really missed fucking you.”

He chuckled. “Ma’am, seducing me is not going to get you out of watching this movie.” And then he pulled his hand away from you, smirking when your head snapped back up.

You groaned, throwing yourself back against the bed. “Steve, this movie is two hours! Please, please, have mercy on me, Captain America.”

He rolled his eyes. “Stop being dramatic. And no, not after that stunt you pulled on Halloween.”

You smiled at the memory. “Why, what stunt would that be?”

“Sending me pictures of you in a “slutty” Captain America costume—”

“But did you like it?”

“I prefer you naked, but it was nice.”

“Mm. Jealous I look better in red, white, and blue than you?”

“Now,” he scoffed, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You were hot but come on.”

You laughed.

“Where did you even get it?” he pressed. “I can’t imagine what kind of store—”

“A sex shop.”

He arched an eyebrow. “You go to sex shops? Without me?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, but really, are you going to fuck me?”

“After the movie.”

“Ugh!” You rolled over onto your stomach, but he wouldn’t let you up. You were under him still now just in a different position. He kept you tucked to his side, resting his chin on your head as you set your chin on the bed.

It was quiet for several minutes until he worried that your silence was indication that you were drifting off. He turned down and kissed the top of your head.

“Why’d you ask about Natasha?”

“I don’t know…she seemed…off.”

“She say anything?”

“No…but she gave me the Natasha smirk when she told me about our presents.”

“The Natasha smirk?” you quizzed. “Which one? The one we saw when she shaved Tony’s beard in his sleep or the one we saw when—?”

“When she found that girl in Sam’s room.”

You bit your lip. “I mean…she probably knows. We aren’t exactly discreet.”

“True. You okay with that?”

“Natasha’s one of your best friends—”

“She’s one of your best friends, too.”

“No, I know, but if anyone ever hurt you ever, she would personally destroy them. I don’t think I’m an exception to that rule.”

“You think about this often? You planning on hurting me?” he joked.

You scoffed, turning up awkwardly to kiss his jaw. “Yes.”

“Natasha’s note,” you read aloud, “says to open her presents last. Are we going to do that?”

He gave you a look. “Yes.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”

It was finally midnight and that meant it was time for presents. There were too many to be sane, but you and Steve loved shopping for one another. At the end of it, he had a nice collection of sweaters and ties—he always complained about not having different ties—and a new watch. He gave you books and several of your favorite albums on vinyl, a dress he wanted you to wear on your next date, a pea coat you had been eyeing when you both went shopping for the rest of the team several weeks prior, and a diamond necklace. When you started to complain about how much he must have spent, he pointed out the watch.

So, neither of you were the best at following rules.

“Natasha’s presents now?” he asked as you were still drooling over the diamond pendant.

You closed the box and nodded. “Okay, she said it doesn’t matter which one we open, but open them last, separately.”

“These are joint presents,” he pointed out.

“Well, we basically spend every moment together,” you reminded. “Like, literally. When we’re not on missions.”

He handed you the square box, he took the rectangle for himself. “Am I the only one that’s very worried?”

As you were tearing through the paper, you gave him a look. “Steve, you need to be more trusting. Especially when it comes to Nat—”

His eyes had widened some time into your interrupted speech, but you didn’t stop until he pointed down at your lap.

In the biggest letters the small box could manage: COSMO’S TRUTH OR DARE. Our Naughtiest Sex Game Ever! You sat there for a moment, awkward and unsure of how to proceed.

He blinked at the box, shifted once, twice, cleared his throat and turned his attention around your room. There was nothing he needed to look at in your room, he’d been there a million times.

“So…she definitely knows,” you concluded.

He scoffed. “Great. And we are not playing that.”

“Oh, come on!” You turned the box over in your hands. “Ooh, what’s something dirty you’ve always been too shy to say to me in bed?”

He snatched the box away from you. “We are not playing this…game, if you really want to call it that.”

You bit your lip.

He gave you a warning look. “What?”

“I know you want to call me a whore.”

Immediately, his cheeks turned pink. “What? No!”

You shrugged a shoulder. “But you could, if you wanted. I wouldn’t say no.”

“I swear,” he muttered, looking down at the present. Suddenly, he didn’t know what was worse, whatever was in the box or talking to you about sex in such a casual, informal way. Sure, it was always “casual”, technically, but it was also serious. Important, maybe that was a better term. The two of you were not some bad romance movie, you were best friends and this mattered to him. A lot.

“Just open the other one.”

“I don’t know.”

“She’s going to know if we didn’t. Besides, how much worse can it get than a Cosmo sex game?”

He ripped the paper off quick, worried he might just back out completely if he took his time. And boy, were you wrong. It got much worse, a massage wand, rope in the colors red, white, and blue, and a note that said: charged it this morning! send me a video. xoxo.

You felt your mouth hanging open but when that had happened was beyond you. Natasha was shameless and you were going to buy her a book on respecting boundaries.

He turned to you, eyes narrowed. “You had to ask.”

Your face felt very hot, but why? You and Steve had sex a lot, and weird, filthy sex. It didn’t matter when, sometimes it didn’t even matter where. You were both insatiable and the other always seemed game. That was what made you both such a good team for this.

Minus the part where you accidentally fell in love with him, but you’d already resigned yourself to never speaking such a thing out loud.

But why be embarrassed? Why feel anything? Sex was sex, many people liked sex and had casual sex with their friends. What was the big deal? “So…are we going to make her a video?”

He gave you a flat look.

You snorted. “Right, because suddenly, you’re a prude.”

“I’m Captain America,” he shot back, “I’ve always been a prude.”

Your eyes widened at him. “You fucked me in a church—”

He pointed a finger at you, that was never to be spoken of again. That was… Wow, he blushed thinking of that. His mother would have put him, a full-grown man, in a timeout and he wouldn’t have felt he had the ground to protest. What had gotten into him then? He was still unsure, but you had been wearing a white lace dress and black stockings. What was he supposed to do aside from fuck you the first chance he got?

Rolling your eyes, you fell silent.

“You really wanna make her a video?”

“It was a joke.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You considered for a moment, then shrugged. “I mean, she went to all the trouble of getting us these presents. Shouldn’t we at least try them out, and show her how much we…enjoy them?”

“Get on your bed,” he ordered. “Before I reconsider this.”

You did not need to be told twice. As you got settled on your bed, he walked to the opposite side of the room and dragged along the small side table you’d set by the door. He propped up his phone on a set of books, started the video and came back to you.

“Can I tie you up?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure.” He’d never done that. It seemed he wasn’t all too eager about trying it and you were always slightly apprehensive about relinquishing that much control. But this was Steve, so who better to try it with?

He set you up on some pillows, supporting your back, leaving your hips in perfect view of his phone. “Take off your sweater.”

You were left in your lace set, squirming as he moved around the bed with rope, eyes fixed on you. Like you said, he loved you in lace. First, your wrists were bound in white and you snorted—how thoughtful Natasha was when she wanted to be.

He gave you a flat look. “I’m not amused.”

But you couldn’t stop smiling, you figured that wasn’t going to last long so you just went with it. Steve was already a tease, but with you tied up? You wouldn’t even be able to kick him to get him to stop.

He spread your legs and tied them to the bedposts. “Did she measure the damn bed? The ropes are the perfect length.”

You snorted. “Why am I not naked?”

“Because I don’t want her to see you naked,” he answered.

You gave him a tired look. “Steven, don’t be possessive. Not with Natasha, she adores you.”

“Adores annoying me,” he corrected.

“Okay, you should stop talking. I’m not wet.”

He gave you a challenging look. “Really?”

You nodded.

He scoffed harshly. “You’re wet every time I’m within a mile of you.”

“A mile,” you repeated. “Wow. Well, there’s that typical American arrogance.”

“Hang on, I’m going to clean this.” He took the wand into your bathroom and you relaxed against the pillows. Steve and you had some toys, a bleak collection that wasn’t really meant to do much else other than offer a little help when Steve was a bit more battered than he wanted you to know about.

When he returned, he sat at your side and took your chin in his hand. He turned you to him, looking at your face for any signs of discomfort of reluctance that you weren’t voicing. “You want to stop, let me know.”

You nodded. “I will.”

He kissed you briefly before letting you go and turning down to the wand. “Okay, I’m going through the settings first, tell me which ones you like.”

“Okay.” You tried to appear relaxed, but you and Steve weren’t really…experimental. Sex on camera? Never happened, never would have happened had someone else not brought it up. And you knew, even though you liked using toys, you didn’t like how he was able to fully focus all his attention on you. He could watch you freely, there was no shying away from him.

There were three consistent vibration settings that rose in intensity, you liked those. The pulsing setting was a hard line, you protested immediately and did not miss the smirk on his face. He was going to use that on you one day. The rest were patterns of hard vibrations and varying pauses, he liked the long breaks because you whined and whimpered impatiently. He would abuse those, too.

He brought it back to that first, soft vibration setting. His eyes trailed along your body, your face. He was obsessed with every inch of you, and just as you had the realization that he was going to get to see all of you, he did as well. But he liked it much more than you did.

You were arching your back, trying to press your clit harder against the toy. He wouldn’t allow it, he kept it just right. Not teasing, but not as hard as it could be, not as hard as you wanted it.

“Can I ask you something?”

You turned your head, nodding gently.

“Is there something you haven’t been telling me?”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Just curious.” He looked back down, pulling the lace aside and setting the toy to your clit. The barrier was so thin, but it made all the difference. Your body was shaking, tensing, pulling on the ropes, he could smell you, hear how wet you were.

“Fuck,” you breathed, eyes shutting. You didn’t want to watch him watching you, you just wanted this orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

He began running the toy in small, slow circles. When it crossed over your clit, your hips would jerk up each time.

“Steve,” you whined.

“You close?”

You opened your eyes, pleading with him as you nodded. “Mhm.”

“It’s okay,” he promised. “I’m gonna let you come.” He let the toy rest just where you needed it and you started moving as much as you possibly could. He could tell you were trying to pull away, but your legs were bound. You were attempting to bring your arms down, desperate to push the toy away, that was why he’d wanted to try this for a while. Not that he would have ever brought it up.

“Steve!” you gasped. You could feel it so sharply, you were on the edge, your body was about to snap. “I’m close, I’m so fucking close.”

“It’s okay, baby. Come on, let me see you come.”

Your eyes closed again, you threw your head back, and your body shuddered. “Oh, my god! Fuck, Steve, holy shit—”

Instead of pulling the toy away, he changed the setting to the next level of vibration. It was easier to move the toy around now, your pussy so irresistibly wet. He made the note to taste you when he was done.

You were struggling against the ropes, whimpering like you were in pain. But you weren’t, you didn’t even hate this. You liked the change, the shift in intensity, and you were starting to get to the pleasured, fucked out state when you didn’t care how Steve saw you. You actually started to get something out of him staring, worshipping your body like he was.

But you were overstimulated, body jolting harshly every time he let the toy press down too much. Your pussy was throbbing around the toy, and the minuscule breaks he gave you by running the toy up and down your slit weren’t enough.

He looked at your face, noticed your blinking eyes. They were hazy, glassy, he knew how to take you there. He knew how to get you so trusting and so unaware, and never had he taken advantage of it. But now, now he was thinking this was his only chance. You were smart and calculated, responsible, safe. Maybe he needed you reckless for a second or two.

“You sure there’s nothing you haven’t told me?” he inquired.

You scoffed, tilting your head back further as you yanked down on the ropes. You didn’t think you would get free, you just needed some pain to ground you, only a bit. “There’s a lot I haven’t told you. Was there something more specific on your mind?”

“You ever lie to me?”

“Steve,” you breathed, “Are you serious right now?”

“Yep. But you can come before you answer.” He applied more pressure with the toy and you screamed his name. He liked that, he liked you being so needy for him on camera. He liked that Natasha was going to see that.

Your second orgasm was rough and your muscles ached with all your wiggling around. You needed to stop, but you didn’t want to stop. You hated how addicted you were to letting Steve do this to you. It wasn’t even so much about the orgasms but more about how well he had gotten to know all those special things about how to make you cry and scream and beg. You weren’t surprised when he once again switched over to that last solid vibration setting. “Fuck!”

“Have you ever lied to me?”

“I-I honestly don’t think so,” you blurted out. “But fucking hell, Steve, I can hardly remember my fucking name.”

He scoffed.

“Why the hell are you asking that?” you demanded. You were angry, maybe, you knew you would have been, had the circumstances not been so pleasant. Lie? Why the hell would you lie to him?

“I’m just curious if you’ll lie to me when I ask my next question.”

“Which is what, Steve?”

“Don’t worry about that right now. I wanna see you come again.”

“Fuck,” you hissed, “Fuck you, Steve.”

He laid out on his side, his arm stretched down as he moved over you to press his lips to yours. The kiss was sloppy and broken by your high-pitched moans. They were always higher the more he got you off, he’d noticed that a while back, now it was always his goal.

He couldn’t get any harder, he pressed the bulge in his pants to your hip for just a bit of relief. But you felt him, of course you did, and that meant you were now wiggling your hips harder, you were rubbing over him, and because he was weak, he started canting his hips against you.

You turned away from him when you were coming, closing your eyes tight as your body tensed up for those few seconds, and then you crashed hard. You were finished, you couldn’t take any more of this, but he wasn’t done.

Steve had never done this, he never finished unless he was inside you, your mouth, your hand. He’d never actually finished in his fucking pants, but you were next to him, weak and panting, your hips were still moving for him. You wanted him to come. Your lips were swollen, your eyes were red and full of tears. He fucking loved seeing you like this, getting you like this. He finished with a soft groan against your shoulder and immediately pulled the toy away.

You whined at the sudden loss, but he quickly placed his hand back to you. He wasn’t going to get you off, he just always liked to soothe your aching cunt after he was that hard on you. He pressed two fingers into you, gathering up as much of you as he could. When you turned your head back to him for a kiss, he obliged for mere seconds before he brought his hand between the two of you. Until his skin was clean, you both licked and sucked on his fingers, then he moved them aside and you were kissing again.

But he needed to act fast, his window was shutting. He pulled away and waited until you opened your eyes. “Do you have feelings for me?”

Your initial instinct told you to lie, but there was something about this whole setting. You couldn’t lie to him when you were like this, after you had been touching the way you had. You also doubted his ability to stay away from you. He might not love you, but he loved fucking you.

“Yes.”

He blinked, looked stunned about your admission.

“You asked for a reason, you didn’t have any suspicions?”

“I did,” he muttered. “I just…didn’t think you’d admit it.”

“Can you go send the video to Natasha and then untie me?”

“Oh, shit!” He hopped out of bed, rushing to his phone. “We are not sending this to her!”

After much convincing, he did send it. If Natasha was surprised, she didn’t show it. She just promised to get even for him not allowing her to see you naked. She claimed it would have been the best way to start the year. Steve knew she was right, which was why his petty, possessive ass didn’t allow it.

Without the post-orgasm haziness in your brain, part of you was starting to regret confessing your feelings. You’d felt powerful, in control, but now Steve had the ball in his court. Yuck, you were resorting to sports references to express how helpless you felt? But he was giving you those Steve eyes, the stupid ones when you knew he was thinking, processing, trying to figure out his own feelings. He wasn’t the best at it, in fact, he was even more hesitant than you.

This could have been a mistake. You weren’t really sure what a good outcome would be. Dating? You weren’t overly optimistic about that. Oh, well. If he didn’t want to have sex with you anymore, it seemed Natasha would be interested.

[pate-de-rolo]

No one asked but Bridgerton episode 4✨ no thoughts head filled only with rage and Daphne thirsting for Simon :)

1) “does that sack of grain have a German accent, or is it my imagination”

1.1) pop POP

1.2) “you don’t love me for my subtlety” boxing buddy/will and his wife are the real hero’s of the story

2) I wish only The Best for Philippa and her sneezy husband.

3) “delicate sensibilities” I know he’s supposed to say they but they literally ousted that skeeze for being a deadbeat absent father. “Delicate sensibilities my ass.

4) In 1 of the 2 drama classes I took we had a running joke that forearms were so sexy they caused addiction. This lead to a part in our final class performance where we had a “commercial break” that included an advertisement for “forearms anonymous”, a play on Alcoholics Anonymous but for attraction to forearms. Anyways I think Daphne would have related to that but, given the boxing scene and the sleeves

5) the painter and the Bridgerton👀👀

5.1) “you should come by my studio” just kiss already

5.2) I’m predicting some gay paintings

5.3) oh, no. I also, want not excepting that mr Bridgeton

6) respectfully those costumes must be painful like a sports bra that’s 2 sized too small

7) mama Bridgerton is such a DaphneXSimon shipper, good for her.

8) the way she slowly starts crying during “non of it was real mama” help

9) Cressida is literally just Daphne but painted mean because she actually knows what she wants smh

10) the servant telling Eloise she’s stupid and privileged is chicken soup for my lower-middle class soul

11) if Marina was ugly I just know lady Featherington would have thrown her down some stairs and hoped for the best.

12) Cressida is so ambitious and pretty, she knew she could snag the prince and if Simon wasn’t such an ass she could be married in Germany spitting on the lower class for fun by now.

12.1) I had a crush on Cressida from the hunger games oops. Also on the show version of Margaery Tyrell, she’s so interesting. Knowing the the GOT books don’t centre on her was devastating to me tbh

13) honestly who does Simon think he is coming in to crash the party and following her into the dark like “will you? Be happy? Do you really even like tHe pRiNcE” When he ghosted Daphne and completely disrespected their entire friendship. The audacity

14) [Daphne breathes tremendously] girl me too.

14.1) ok but the kiss isn’t what you should be apologizing bud (yes, he should apologize for just kissing her out of nowhere. I mean he should really be apologizing for being a little bitch about his feelings :)

15) they’re gonna… IN THE GARDEN?!?

15.1) ok but that is the uncomfortable kissing scene I’ve ever seen in my life imsosorry

16) ok so technically the brother was entirely in the right when he came in and I won’t judge him for that.

16.1) like, yeah, if I saw my best friend who—swore up and down he had honourable intentions with my SISTER and convinced me he was cool— giving that very same sister a hickey in the hedges yeah, I’d deck his ass too.

16.2) upon seeing his following “you will marry her” outburst I no longer am on the brothers side

16.3) “he dishonours you” maybe she just wanted to get railed in the garden, Anthony. Oh sorry, is that only allowed for opera singers? My bad. Continue.🙄

16.4) “you would rather die than marry me?” If only my mans simon knew how to talk about his feelings smh. He’s dragging her through the (emotional) mud because of his daddy issues.

17) “you can feel free to be yourself here” am I not supposed to see that as a lil fruity? Come on

17.1) the artist guy looks a bit old, I’m going to feel real weird if someone says they’re like 20 and 40

17.2) “come back any time… even for conversation” 🚬👀🏳️‍🌈?

18) I just want to be friends with Penelope she’s so sweet and deserves so much.

19) the artist brother coming back from painting nudes like “oh? Problems? Sorry I’ve just stared at tittys for the past few hours”

19.1) the three brothers dynastic is pretty sweet/cute ngl. Like yeah, Anthony kind of sucks but like in a vacuum it’s a fun trio

19.2) Anthony taking out his own [sexual] frustration on his friend and family is lame

19.3) oh shit he’s doing it for her. For the opera singer

19.4) the actor literally licked from her [the opera singer] collar bone to her mouth, I’m going to vomit

20) “exactly how insulted was she?” [exhales tremendously]. I love it. Boxing buddy is so disappointed but he’s a ride or die, we love it.

20.1) wow I can’t wait for the hangover duel [@frozenpretzl said in a deadpan voice]

21) this is filmed like mama Mia, like a musical converted to a movie.

22) lady Featherington is laying down the LAW. Iconic. She’s a bitch but her husband is a thieving bitch.

23) I passionately hate the use of pure white/black horses in movies. Of course they exist, but you’re 10x more likely just to have a good old red or brown smh

24) when he smiles when she says “I know you do not love me” like ‘she’s so dumb I love her so much’ aw

25) was the earring in the earlier episodes a mistake? Or? Is Simon just not able to have an earring? I’m confused.

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale 3.01 Thoughts *spoilers*

- the kids... are JUNIORS? Uh okay.

- VERONICA. MY LOVE. MY BABY. IN A POP’S OUTFIT!!!

- still iffy about Betty being in law... like where’d it come from? Her likeness of it? It’s probably just because of Archie’s trial and the fact that she constantly breaks the law, but still... it seemed to come out of nowhere

- In the narration he talked about Archie, Betty, and Veronica being the “best friends you’ll ever have” and I’m just stating that that means that Jeronica are officially best friends! Y E S BITCH!

- did this bitch seriously just call Nick St. Claire... INNOCENT? And brought up the fact that he pulled a gun on Sweet Pea? I’ve always wanted that confrontation but NOT LIKE THIS.

- MARY ANDREWS! A fucking legend! Her speech was incredible, too. Like, if I was a Riverdale resident and didn’t know Archie, I would definitely believe that he was innocent. But of course something stupid like Archie being a dumbass (love you though, Arch) is going to fuck everything up 🙄🙄🙄

- JOSIE AND KEVIN STANDING SIDE BY SIDE IS ALL I NEEDED!!! I can’t wait to see more of them as step siblings and shit. Maybe she can convince Kevin not to get with Moose lmao I hate him so fucking much

- HIRAM YOU DO NOT GET TO FUCKING TALK TO ARCHIE YOU LITTLE BITCH

- I’VE SEEN SPOILERS SO I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE FRED PUNCH A BITCH

- As amazing as that was though... THAT WOULDN’T HELP ARCHIE’S CASE IT WOULD MAKE IT WORSE!!!

- lmao Hiram gets angry and pushes the guy who kept him from getting back at Fred as if he didn’t start it what a bitch

- dilton and Ben... are really gonna die aren’t they. This is a Midge situation— bring them back to kill them wow... also why does Dilton look like he could be Sweet Pea’s younger brother...

- so both Veronica and Jughead got chocolate shakes. I’m not saying they’re soulmates... but they’re soulmates and I don’t care what Camila says about Jeronica... they’re meant to be together oops

- CHERYL MY BISEXUAL/LESBIAN QUEEN!!!! MAKING HER FUCKING ENTRANCE!

- but it’s so sad that she made the effort to invite all of them to her party but they couldn’t make an exception to couples weekend... like I know it helped Cheryl get with Toni but that’s just... sad.

- ALSO CHERY’S JACKET IM WHEEZING CALL AN AMBULANCE

- of course Choni had three months of development but we won’t see it 🙃🙃🙃

- can’t really hear what Alice and Polly are really saying... but I definitely heard Alice say “ritual” and you never hear that word unless you’re in a cult wake the fuck up alice you can’t be more fucked up than Betty and Polly you need to help save them

- Dr. Glass... therapist? Mmhm but wouldn’t they tell her that she’s too reliant and co-dependent on Jughead and hopefully break them up? I call bullshit on this therapist

- BARCHIE + FRED WORKING ON A CAR TOGEHER WOW WE LOVE A FUTURE ENDGAME BEING HOT ASS MECHANICS TOGETHER WITH HER FUTURE FAMILY

- “we did it dad” the way he said this... might have made me choke... it was so happy and excited, like a kid. I’m NOT CRYING OKAY

- “just in time” *Fred immediately avoids eye contact with Archie before stating he’s going back into the house* BITCH HE’S GOING IN THERE TO CRY HUH LIKE HE’S THINKING ABOUT HIS SON GOING TO JAIL THIS IS HORRIBLE.

- “the jury is still deliberating, you don’t need to put your house in order” Betty... it’s called JUST IN CASE. Plus it would ease his mind so... shut up lmao

- THE TEARS IN RONNIE’S EYES AS SHE’S CONFRONTING HER FATHER BBY NOOOO

- ALSO SHE HAS TO LIVE UNDER THE SAME ROOF AS HIM IM SO SORRY SWEETIE GO LIVE WITH JUG OR MOVE IN WITH FRED! She doesn’t deserve this you bitch ass Hiram

- also I’m sad that Hiram doesn’t have a bruise from Fred punching him

- I’ll say it until I die but I’m just gonna say it now: HIRAM IS A BITCH ASS HOE! He literally destroyed Archie’s life and devastated his daughter... all for a fucking P R I S O N

- SWEET PEA AND FANGS HAVE OFFICIALLY BLESSED MY SCREENS YAY. Also Fangs your bisexual ass is showing with that extremely open shirt... and Sweet Pea... you fucking too lmao I love Swangs (no hate but I’m also kinda here for Swosie even though it’s just a fling)

- it’s... so annoying... that Hiram is with the Ghoulies, yet makes out the Serpents to be the worst. Like Hiram your bought gang members are cannibals (apparently), and are the ACTUAL gang that sells and distributes Jingle Jangle soooo wtf

- Jug... you can’t send Fangs without backup. I REPEAT YOU CANNOT SEND FANGS WITHOUT SOME BACKUP! He got shot once and I swear if he’s hurt again I’m going to end you. I only care about certain people: Sweet Pea, Fangs, Cheryl, Toni, Veronica, and Archie... so if you get one of them hurt you’re dead to me

- we all been knew that Archie’s tattoo was fake but LOOK AT FP IN GLASSES I’M

- I love Betty with these outfits. They’re really nice tbh

- Alice... you can’t burn SOMEONE ELSE’S JOURNAL! Also yeah it’s filled with negative shit but that’s why it’s written in journals... to vent and get it over with.

- also if you have to reference someone (Edgar) every sentence you know you’re probably too reliant on them

- although what Alice says about sitting still and shit is kinda true I guess. Betty doesn’t need to be constantly figuring shit out but I’ll just pretend I never agreed with the woman in a fucking cult

- is Polly gonna tell her about her Betty’s “darkness” because PLEASE(or the webcamming). When Alice gets better she can call Betty out on her shit.

- Cheryl’s a queen, I love her place, but Moose is here so uhhhh ew.

- SWOSIE BITCHES!!!! I saw gifs of it and I love it

- “not even a tall, cool drink of sweet water like you...” as she STROKES HIS FUCKING CHEST I’M

- but he was so happy and cute “I can’t wait to see you in the hallways”

- BITCH SWEET PEA IS A ROMANTIC WHAT

- the way he leans back into the kiss is everything, and the way he watches her leave I’m star struck goodbye

- you give me Swosie just to immediately go to Mevin? You couldn’t have gone to another couple at least? Don’t ruin the moment ugh

- Kevin... is proposing... a sex pact? Wtf? But Moose looks so uncomfortable, which I find actually pretty sad. Kevin wants someone who’s out, who isn’t afraid to be with him in public and that person isn’t Moose. He was really happy with Joaquin and now that he knows why Joaquin was slightly distant there’ll be no secrets between them so... bring Joaquin back so Joavin can rise again you cowards! Moose needs to find himself, but he shouldn’t bring Kevin with him. He needs to go through this by himself.

- mmhm Reggie not giving a damn about Archie’s (fake) Serpent tattoo... I want to see Reggie apologize to the Serpents (and also find out that Sweet Pea is his brother oops)

- oh Bc Archie asks Reggie’s cool with the Serpents. I DEFINITELY need an apology right fucking now, Mantle.

- “whatcha thinking bout, babe?” BABE. B A B E. BABE BABE BABE BABE BABE BABE BABE

- I have subtitles on and it says “Tee-Tee” NO ITS T-T (or just TT)

- poor Cheryl 😭😭😭

- but also why the fuck is there a couch outside by the pool lmao

- Veronica is constantly about to cry and I’m... with her. I’m gonna cry too STAWP

- YAS JOSIE!!!!

- dilton... we were all excited to see you again but now you’re just being a creepy weirdo so...

- FANGS MY BBY

- UMMMMMM LEAVE HOTDOG ALONE

- lmao Betty seems so out of place at this little Serpent meeting... she really does not belong there

- “the Serpent Queen is a Warrior queen” the next fucking sentence better be Toni or Sweet Pea shutting her the fuck down. If she was a “Serpent Queen” she would ACTUALLY TRULY care about the Serpents instead of joining so she can stay closer to Jughead and shit

- Sweet Pea slightly shook his head in the background so I’m just gonna... pretend he told Betty to shut the fuck up

- Betty’s gonna fuck everything up and then blame it on someone else isn’t she

- Awww Archie overhearing his parents talking about Archie and the trial. “Even I couldn’t stop Hiram Lodge from getting his claws into our son” STAWP 😭😭😭

- Archie thinks that he deserves this? Bitch BETTY is the one who’s done actual (okay well the worst crimes of the group) crimes but her bitch ass isn’t going to jail! She never gets any repurcussions. If anyone deserves going to jail it’s Betty

- Sheriff Minetta... no one misses you

- Betty has her own Serpent jacket... I mean thanks I hate it but I also hate to admit that she looks actually good in it. Still doesn’t deserve to be a Serpent she’s done nothing for them except bone their “leader”

- lmao Cheryl is strong af pushing Betty back into the car.

- Jughead... do you seriously think they’re going to let you leave with Hot Dog? Lmao maybe you do deserve Betty you two are both idiots

- YASSS CHERYL FUCK MALACHAI UPPPPP

- this weird dream of Archie’s was pretty cool. I was confused for a second but still it was really awesome

- of course the one thing Betty ACTUALLY needs and she lies about it. Also, add forging prescriptions to her list of criminal offenses. Can you just once write Betty to be likable? When she comforted Veronica was great (although still need an apology from her) but that Serpent queen line... omfg no

- although they’re a part of a fucking cult Polly is making some great points.

- YOUNGBLOOD BY 5SOS!!

- So... despite being invited by Cheryl to her party they don’t invite her or anyone else to the fucking water hole place? Wtf

- “last one in gets a sticky maple!” That’s... kind of rude considering what Chuck did to Veronica. Speaking of where is Chuck? Did they start that redemption ark for NOTHING? Also the statement is worse when V is the last to jump in...

- wow look at Varchie being the hottest couple (there. The hottest couple is obviously Choni)

- Jughead you’re not supposed to burn the marshmallows

- JUGHEAD YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL ARCHIE TO MAKE A RUN FOR IT YOU STUPID FUCK

- YES BETTY! GET SOME FUCKING HELP

- If Jughead supports this, they will finally being going in a good direction? For once? Like if you’re going to force this disgusting ship on us at least make them healthy and tolerable

- I hate them but the beanie scene was cute. Probably because Cole actually improvised that

- When Varchie’s scene was still much better, hotter, and aesthetic than Betty and Jughead’s lmao thank you Riverdale

- why do they make Varchie cuter when they’re going to end them? This is bullshit

- hey maybe if they make Betty and Jughead cuter (cause let’s be honest they’ve had like two cute scenes that I’ll admit to lol) they’ll end their relationship too

- VEGAS

- what the fuck dilton lol

- “we can talk about this when I get back” wow that’s a surefire way to make sure that Dilton dies

- like I said Archie does something stupid and ruins EVERYTHING.

- Archie... if you’re FIGHTING FOR YOUR LIFE no one FUCKING cares that they’d have to go through this shit again. I love you but you’re stupid as fuck

- Veronica 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

- ARCHIE’S LAST WORDS WILL BE “I love you, Veronica” IM SOBBING

- Veronica’s look to Hiram is lethal and I’m here for it.

- Honestly... if they somehow manage to make this about Betty I’ll scream because we all know Betty has to be interwoven into every plot

- DADS OF RIVERDALE FUCK YEAH

- ALL OF THEM WORKING TOGETHER? YES BITCH

- AND VERONICA STILL HAS TO GO HOME WITH HIRAM?

- honestly though why didn’t they make her testify awhile ago? They said it was too late but her statement would help? She LIVES with the man, she could easily tell them about how much of a master manipulator he is like... what the fuck

- literally Veronica just wear a wire around Hiram so you can implicate him. He legit just told you that he did all of this to get back at you for choosing him over blood (also wow so healthy)

- “you don’t have a daughter anymore” we love and stan Veronica

- so... Jug shouldn’t have gone alone but uhh Dilton is fucking dead

- um what the fuck is with the babies... and also why is Betty convulsing? Probably gonna be blamed on the supernatural instead of her Adderral. (Also I just reached the limit of this holy fuck lmao)

[ebhenah]

Sunkissed (Original Fiction)

Fictober 18 Day 16

Prompt: “This is gonna be so much fun!”

Original fiction, Original characters (a continuation of my Fictober Day 7 story: Uncharted, Day 8 story : Anchor and Day 13 story: Soulmates. This one featuring Spook and a new OC: Grift)

Rating: T Mentions of war, death, gun violence

 So, there were lots of things that sucked about being stranded in a new timeline, almost a decade before your own birth and staring down the early days of a war that you really hoped turned out differently this time around than your own history would suggest. Little things like being out of touch with pop culture, or not being able to find your favorite tool because it hasn’t been created yet, or craving a food no one knows how to make. Weird things like realizing the new baby that everyone is cooing over is your favorite babysitter from when you were six, or seeing vehicles you consider ‘classics’ being billed as the cutting edge of technology, or fixing your aunt her favorite drink only to have her choke on it, because it was the first time she’d ever tasted alcohol. Oops.

 There were big things, too. So few of the people she was meeting now were alive in her timeline, even though they were young and healthy. Her history knowledge told a story of a world that was wholly unprepared for the might of the invaders that came seemingly out of nowhere, attacked using technology they couldn’t even grasp, and operated under a moral view that was unfathomable to humans. Losses had been staggering, to say the least. The devastation unthinkable for anyone who hadn’t witnessed it for themselves. That’s what she and her family had been sent back to try to avoid. They’d done everything they were supposed to- and a bit more… but she was never supposed to stick around to see how those changes played out.

 In her childhood, the Earth had been teeming with alien life from across multiple galaxies, humans making up only a small portion of the population. The skies had been grey and dull, air quality poor except in areas where massive purification complexes filtered dust and other fallout from the air and water. It had been HOT, the destruction of hundreds of cities within the span of a few months too much for the planet to correct on its own and throwing ‘greenhouse effect’ into being almost overnight. Most of the surface was water, the majority of the rest was desert, and massive sandstorms raged outside of cities built under the protection of huge forcefields or physical domes- much of the population living underground or in orbit. Now, she was one of less than a thousand individuals with even partial alien heritage, and the Earth was green and lush and thriving. No air quality alerts, no radiation alarms, no food shortages. She was now getting to see the Earth that her family loved and spoke about. The Earth that so many people had died trying to protect.

 Sometimes, the weight of that gift got to her. People already thought she was the strange alien traveller, stranger even than the other aliens she had brought with her. It didn’t help that it had been decided it was best not to mention the whole ‘time travel’ thing and instead a cover story of being a science experiment that had been force-grown on a world that no longer exists and growing up in the resistance had been built for her. (Actually, it wasn’t even all that far off from the truth). She was seen as someone not to be trusted, despite being vouched for by the planets most celebrated heroes. Despite the knowledge she had offered them. That was alright. She was from a much more paranoid world than this one, so the mistrust didn’t really bother her much.

 But the odd looks when she would get overwhelmed by the little things she’d only ever heard about were frustrating. She wanted to scream and yell at them to appreciate it all, because it could still be lost. Her timeline might not be that different from this one, even with all the work they’d put into changing it.

 Seeing a butterfly was a MIRACLE. Swimming in the ocean was a GIFT. Being able to stand, on the Earth’s surface, and feel the sun kiss your skin, no need for breathing apparatus, no need for thick suits to protect the skin from being sanded off by the grit in the air, no need for heavy goggles that protected the eyes from pollution and radiation? Just your feet, on the ground; soft sunshine warming you; clean, salty spray from the nearby beach tickling your flesh; sweet smelling flowers wafting on the breeze? That was something out of a fairy story… and she was going to make the most of it every chance she got, dammit. And if people looked askance at her for it, well, they could stuff it.

 “So,” came an awkward voice from somewhere behind her. “When they said you were getting some sun down by the water… I wasn’t really expecting to find you naked…”

 She turned toward the newcomer, “you squeamish about nudity, Grift?” He was, by her math, maybe a year her senior at this point. Elite pilot, fast track for military leadership- a rising star by all accounts. In her memory, he was one of the highest ranking members of a military force that was getting younger and younger by the year as losses continued to mount. But he’d been on the front lines of the fighting since the very first assault, and not only had he survived, each and every one of his squadrons held some of the highest survival rates on the books. Smart. Talented. Responsible. Respected… and an arrogant asshole who CONSISTENTLY butted heads with her father and with the aliens that held the power to make tactical decisions. Not a particularly well-liked guy among her loved ones when she was growing up.

 She could see all those traits in him now, too, for all that he was younger, brasher, less worldly, more innocent. Green. He was also a xenophobe, which had surprised her, because the man she’d known ‘back home’ was not. Of course, by the time she’d been born, he’d had almost a decade of fighting side by side with aliens to rid him of any initial distrust.

 “That’s not my name,” he said, as he always did when she called him that. She was starting to wonder how long it would take him to clue in that the main reason she did it was BECAUSE it got to him. It seemed pretty obvious to her. He didn’t even know yet how much of an insult it actually was. Man, she could not WAIT until the Byx/Sieb made contact with the humans and he found out what ‘grift’ actually MEANT! “Not squeamish about it, no. Just wasn’t expecting to see you… without clothes in public at high noon. You immune to skin cancer or something?”

 She tipped her face up to the light, loving the way the sun tickled her markings. “I don’t actually know,” she answered, shrugging, “I’m not really used to worrying about things that might kill me in a few decades. Usually, I can barely keep up with the things that might kill me this week.”

 “Yeah, that makes a certain amount of sense,” he chuckled. “You don’t mind people staring?”

 “I’m purple, Grift. I’m purple with color-changing rosettes, pointy ears and sometimes my eyes glow… and I blush blue. I’m used to people staring.” She bent down to pull a pair of shorts and a tank top out of her bag, clearly her alone time was being cut short. “What’s going on?”

 “Word from on high,” he joked, referring to the tactical ships that were in orbit above them. “I’m supposed to test your firearm conflict competency. The new allies are pushing for you to get a security clearance with Earth’s military… even though you aren’t military.”

 “How are they justifying that?” she asked, slipping into the shorts, curious to see what loopholes the younger versions of her family were coming up with.

“Diplomat status,” he said dryly.

She stopped short, waistband sitting at mid-thigh, and gaped at him. “DIPLOMAT?!?!” she laughed, “me??? That’s rich. I suck with diplomacy.”

“Looks like we are in agreement on that front,” he answered.

She glared, tugging the shorts into place and getting to work on the button fly, “listen up, pretty boy- you are no better with people than I am, and you are WELL aware of that.”

“Pretty boy?” one of his eyebrows quirked, he seemed surprised that she’d said that.

“What? You have symmetrical features, good hair, are in good shape, high cheekbones, straight nose, full lips, delicate features… objectively, you are pretty- which you KNOW and have no qualms about exploiting. It wasn’t a compliment. I’m not swooning.”

“You don’t strike me as the type to swoon,” he said on a short bark of laughter.

“You don’t know me,” she reminded him, pulling on the tank top as she walked toward him, “I’m a notorious swooner. You’re just not my type.”

“Not a fan of pretty?” he teased.

“Big fan of pretty,” she replied, her eyes glowing a soft, warm yellow, “all kinds of pretty. Pretty hair, pretty eyes, pretty legs, pretty wings- annnd there you go. That face. The one you made when I said wings. That’s why you aren’t my type. It’s not about how you look, Grift. There’s something ugly in you. You’re pretty like Vokarin Crystal is pretty. Lovely to look at, but get too close, and it poisons you. I’m not human, and I can’t change that. So, I stay away from anyone who thinks that makes me some kind of monster. You can smile and charm, but I see that ugliness in you- just as easily as I see your pretty hair and perfect bone structure. It doesn’t blind me to the fact that you are VERY good at your job, though… so, how do we assess my firearm conflict competency?”

“There is a specific set of training scenarios you need to pass,” he answered, falling into step beside her as they walked back to the building, “all done with non-lethal munitions.”

She turned to him, a predatory smile stretching her lips, and she could feel her ears flatten back in anticipation of something that stirred her hunting instincts, “shoot’em’up sims? I love shoot’em’up sims!”

“Don’t get cocky,” he warned her, voice stern. “I’m the one you are facing off against, and I have HIGH standards.”

“Shoot’em’up sims against YOU?” she could feel her rosettes cycle through a few different colors in response to her shifting mood, “ohhhhh man! This is gonna be so much fun!”