Yes Im Always A Little Sick To My Stomach With Anger And Rage. Why Do U Ask?

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Hannah Dodd as Francesca Bridgerton — behind the scenes of Bridgerton S4

enemies to lovers except muse a has been pining over muse b from the moment they met, muse b is the only one insisting they’re actually enemies. 

céleste  took  him  in,  gaze  flicking  over  him  once  —  slow  and  measured.  he  looked  exactly  as  expected:  self-assured,  relaxed  in  that  infuriatingly  effortless  way,  standing  there  like  he  had  nothing  but  time.  but  beneath  all  that  charm,  she  caught  something  else  —  a  flicker  of  something  in  his  posture,  like  a  tension  he  was  pretending  wasn’t  there.  her  lips  twitched,  the  faintest  amusement  ghosting  across  them.  “an  interior  designer?  please.  you  don’t  strike  me  as  the  type  to  let  anyone  else  make  decisions  for  you.” she  let  her  gaze  drift,  taking  in  the  penthouse  with  a  passing  glance.  it  was  as  sleek  and  impressive  as  expected.  something  told  her  he  hadn’t  been  the  one  to  choose  the  finishes,  the  furniture,  the  perfectly  staged  decor.  money  made  things  easy.  taste  was  another  matter.  “besides,”  she  added,  letting  her  gaze  flick  back  to  him,  “if  i  were,  you’d  owe  me  a  lot  more  than  just  a  session.”  unhurried,  she  moved  further  inside,  the  soft  click  of  her  steps  swallowed  by  the  sheer  openness  of  the  space.  the  view  was  spectacular  —  the  city  unfurling  beneath  them  like  something  out  of  a  dream.  but  she  had  no  plans  of  giving  him  the  satisfaction  of  saying  so.  instead,  she  turned  back  to  him,  arching  a  brow  at  his  offer.  “evian,  smartwater,  voss  —  what,  do  you  collect  overpriced  hydration?”  her  tone  was  light.   "any  of  your  finest  water  will  do,"  she  mused,  finally  meeting  his  gaze  again.  "you  know,"  she  exhaled  lightly,  tilting  her  head  just  slightly,  "you  don’t  have  to  try  and  impress  me."  there  was  no  condescension  in  her  tone,  no  outright  challenge. she  could  feel  it  —  the  slight  acceleration  of  her  heartbeat,  the  way  her  body  registered  the  shift  before  her  mind  could  catch  up.  but  she  kept  her  expression  carefully  neutral,  refusing  to  let  it  show,  refusing  to  let  her  thoughts  spiral.  it  was  just  them.  no  noise,  no  distractions,  no  audience.  she  inhaled  slowly,  steadying  herself,  reminding  herself  exactly  who  she  was.  control  was  second  nature  to  her.  she  wouldn’t  let  this  —  whatever  this  was  —  change  that.

the subtle chime of the elevator sent a slow ripple of awareness through him, breathing turning into a sport instead of something that came naturally. he didn't move, his gaze fastened to the doors that soon opened, watching as celeste stepped inside like she belonged there. poised and bearing an air of confidence that wasn’t forced. she was even more stunning today than the other night, framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, the concrete landscape stretching out like he owned it. but right now, she was the one commanding attention. a self-assured smirk curved on his lips as alec crossed the threshold to meet her with deliberate, unhurried strides that said he wasn’t rushing for anyone. “funny, i don’t remember hiring an interior designer,” he joked, one head cocked to the side as he purposely let his gaze glide over her. “but judging by the way you’re standing there like you own the place, maybe i should’ve.” adrenaline pumped through his veins at the mere sight of celeste, hands clammy as he wondered where they would go from here. "you want something to drink? i've got it all. evian, smartwater, voss. kombucha, green juice, coffee. pick your poison."

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standing  in  the  private  elevator  that  led  up  to  alec’s  penthouse,  céleste  couldn’t  shake  the  feeling  that  she  had  just  stepped  into  an  episode  of  succession  —  or  something  equally  absurdly  wealthy.  it  was  rare  that  a  client  had  their  own  gym  —  even  rarer  that  she  would  be  the  one  making  the  house  call.  but  then  again  .  .  this  felt  different.  she  wasn’t  nervous.  céleste  didn’t  get  nervous.  especially  not  when  it  came  to  work.  and  this  was  just  work.  that’s  what  she  kept  telling  herself.  but  as  the  elevator  climbed,  the  thought  she  had  been  trying  to  suppress  surfaced  once  again  —  why  did  she  keep  thinking  about  him?  she  was  hardly  the  type  to  let  a  man  occupy  space  in  her  mind.  detached,  selective,  uninterested  —  that  was  how  she  had  always  played  the  game.  and  yet,  somehow,  alec  had  managed  to  slip  past  those  defenses,  taking  up  more  real  estate  in  her  thoughts  than  she  was  willing  to  admit.  shaking  her  head  slightly,  she  exhaled,  forcing  the  thought  away.  this  was  a  session,  like  any  other.  it  might  be  his  home,  but  in  her  mind,  she  still  held  the  upper  hand.  she  always  did.  by  the  time  the  elevator  dinged,  announcing  her  arrival,  she  had  already  slipped  back  into  her  usual,  unshakable  confidence.  stepping  forward  with  her  head  high,  her  voice  rang  out,  smooth  and  effortless.  "hello?  alec?"

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casually resting his back against the wall, alec kept his eyes on the private elevator as the numbers ticked up. he wasn’t nervous per se, but there was a certain anticipation stirring in his nerves, a rare feeling he wasn’t about to analyze too deeply. celeste was fiery, quick-witted and undeniably attractive to the point where it was impossible for one not to look twice, and while he wasn’t the sort of guy that let himself get caught up over a girl, alec had to admit that she was able to get under his skin. their first meeting at the elysian party had given him a taste of what it was like to be around her, and now she was about to step into his territory (all business, no games... at least, theoretically). rolling his shoulders back, he waited with bated breath as the lift stopped on the penthouse floor. whatever happened next, he was ready for it.

HANNAH DODD — SAG Awards 2025

THE ❝ WE WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO FALL IN LOVE ❞ PLOT IDEAS LIST 

muse A is more inexperienced romantically/sexually and has a horrible unrequited crush they’re trying to get over;  they know muse B is sexually adventurous and approach them about a casual hookup to help them get past their feelings.  it’s supposed to be platonic but they end up having good chemistry and keep finding themselves coming back to each other.  

muse A is trying to get over an ex and muse B is known to prefer casual hookups rather than dating so muse A approaches them for rebound sex.  as expected,  they say yes.  however,  muse B has secretly been harboring feelings for them. 

muse A is important to a loved one of muse B who made them promise to take care of muse A while they’re gone  (  either on a death bed,  separated by war,  had to move etc.  ).  muse B is begrudging about the unwanted responsibility at first but over the course of their time spent together starts to develop romantic feelings.  they know acting on it would compromise their promise,  but they can’t help themselves.  

muse A is inexperienced sexually and never quite seems to get any relationships to work.  they approach the more experienced muse B and asks them to teach them,  wanting to just get to have the experiences,  having ‘given up on love.’ muse B is supposedly jaded towards committed relationships as well and has no problem agreeing,  however they find themselves far more attracted to muse A than they first planned. 

muse A and muse B are friends.  neither of them have had much luck with relationships so they decide to platonically begin to hookup.  it’s fun to explore and get experience with each other without all the expectations and pressure.  however,  they both start to develop feelings over time,  and both assume it’s unrequited. 

muse A is a prisoner and muse B is their guard,  enemies of circumstance more than principle.  they spend a lot of times stuck with each other which leads to them talking into the nights.  muse B begins to grow and attachment and muse A finds themselves trusting them despite themselves.  the only problem is muse A is likely to be executed. 

céleste  watched  the  smoothie  with  a  blend  of  amused  affection  and  gentle  exasperation.  there  he  was,  caught  in  the  middle  of  his  own  earnest  experiment—blue  eyes  crinkling  mischievously  above  the  cutting  board  as  he  offered  it  with  that  familiar,  irreverent  grin.  she  couldn’t  help  but  marvel  at  the  effort  behind  it,  especially  since  he  was  up  at  this  hour,  and  there  she  was,  clad  in  her  gym  outfit.  "well,"  she  mused  silently,  "maybe  this  is  the  magic  that  helps  me  push  through  that  final  rep."  as  she  moved  around  the  counter,  her  heart  skipped  a  beat—not  just  at  the  sight  of  him,  but  at  the  way  he  seemed  to  notice  even  the  tiniest  details.  with  a  soft  smile,  she  leaned  in  and  pressed  a  tender  kiss  to  his  cheek.  "why thank  you  baby,"  she  murmured.

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maybe some of her antics had rubbed off on him because he was caught in the middle of making her a protein smoothie, which he knew wouldn't taste up to par. "hey, babe." blue eyes peek up at her from the cutting board. "figured you could take this to the gym with you."