#dreamboat and butterfly

[navybrat817]

Where Did the Time Go?

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You decide not to drink during game night, which leads to an interesting conversation with Bucky. Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: Light angst, tension, friends reconnecting, unrequited feelings (or so you think), slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) Previous Part of AU: We'll Always be Friends A/N: More Dreamboat and Butterfly from my Reconnect AU! ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You weren’t sure what exactly happened between dinner and now, but you decided that the fun game night wouldn’t include drinking. You hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol since your meal. Even then, you were pretty sure you didn’t have much. Sharon brought out a bottle of wine before everyone finished eating and you took a sip of your glass out of obligation. If she noticed you didn’t finish your glass, she didn’t say anything, which you appreciated.

But you should’ve known that Bucky would catch on.

“Not drinking tonight, huh?” He asked as he took a seat beside you on the couch. Steve and Sam set up a game table and were already a couple of drinks in. So were Sharon and Natasha. You weren’t worried about them though. They could hold their liquor.

But can I hold my tongue if I drink? Or am I using that as an excuse?

“Not tonight,” you replied, holding up your cup of water. “Sticking with water.”

“You’re acting like we need a designated driver when we’re not going anywhere,” he joked, throwing his arm around behind the cushion, the same way he had at the dinner table. “Afraid I’ll kick your ass in Mario Kart if you get a little tipsy?” He asked, grinning when you smiled. “We can have a tournament? Just the two of us?”

“Hey, one of us might need to go on a liquor or snack run. You never know,” you said, setting your water on the table before you sank into the couch. “And it isn’t exactly a tournament if only two people are playing, is it?”

“It can be. We make our own rules,” he smiled as he moved a little closer. “Remember the time we had a tournament? We went to that shady looking liquor store after Sam spilled the last bottle of rum. The guy behind the counter had a bunch of clown masks.”

You laughed a little. How could you forget? “Yes! We had to open the living room window so we could breathe. And the cashier was actually a sweet guy, but you glued yourself to my side before that because you were certain the guy had bad intentions,” you said. Bucky and his protective streak made you feel important.

Until you weren’t.

Bucky must’ve noticed the change in your demeanor since he stopped chuckling. “Seriously though. Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?”

“I feel fine. I just don’t need to drink tonight,” you said, touched that he showed concern for you before a weird expression crossed his face. “What? Do I have something in my teeth?”

“No. You’re, um,” he tapped a finger on his knee as he tried to find the words. “There isn’t a specific reason you aren’t, is there? You're not…” he trailed off, but his eyes drifted long enough to your torso to fill in the blank.

You never understood the expression about eyes widening to the size of saucers until you experienced it just then. “Are you asking if I’m pregnant?” You whispered, careful not to speak any louder than that. The last thing you needed was the group questioning why Bucky asked such a question. “If so, the answer is NO.”

The sigh of relief Bucky let out, you weren’t sure what to make of it. “Sorry. I'm sorry. You don’t owe me an explanation for why you aren’t drinking. I just. I don't know why my mind went there.”

You couldn’t exactly tell him you're worried about getting plastered and revealing how you felt about him. Drunk confessions worked for some, but you didn’t think the odds were in your favor. “I still can’t believe you asked that,” you half teased, pointing at your stomach. “Not to mention, I haven’t been laid in ages. So, unless it happens via immaculate conception, that’s never going to be the case.”

The odd expression was back on Bucky’s face. What was his deal? “When was the last time you went on a date?” He asked with more interest than you expected.

“Months ago. Minimum,” you said, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to recall the exact day. “His name was Nick. We went on a few dates and he was nice enough, but he ended up getting serious with someone else. Haven’t gone on another date since.”

The clench in Bucky’s jaw almost made you smile. He had no reason to look so upset on your behalf. “I’m sorry. It’s his loss.”

“Don’t be. I’m kind of used to it,” you said with a nonchalant shrug.

“What the hell does that mean?” He asked, facing you on the couch and blocking the view of your friends at the table. “What exactly are you used to?”

Why does he sound upset? It's not like I’m not his girl.

“It means I’m used to guys not picking me,” you said honestly. As much as it hurt to think that way, saying it didn’t hurt as badly. “Think about it, Bucky. In all the time you’ve known me, when have guys ever flocked to me? When have you ever seen a guy take a chance on me when Natasha and Sharon were there? They haven’t and that’s just the way it is.”

“That’s bullshit. You’re perfect. And maybe people do see you, but you don’t see them,” he argued, quickly closing his mouth when he saw your expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“No, I think that’s exactly what you meant,” you said, sitting up to put some distance between the two of you as hurt filled his eyes. “I see just fine, thanks, but please enlighten me. Who saw me? Who did I overlook? I’d love an example.”

There was no reason to get so defensive, but did he understand how you felt? People gravitated toward Bucky and your friends. They always had. You, on the other hand, were on the outside of the house looking in. It was tiring to be the one knocking on the door.

“What about your old friend, TJ? You’re telling me he didn’t see you?” He asked, a hint of bitterness in his voice. It wasn’t a tone you heard from him before. It didn't suit him.

“TJ?” You asked, confusion written all over your face that you couldn’t fake if you tried. “TJ Hammond? My old family friend? Um, no, he definitely doesn’t see me.”

Not even close.

“He stayed at your place after Steve’s party,” he said, running a hand through his hair as he avoided your gaze. “Bet he couldn’t wait to see you. Probably went over the second you got back from the trip.”

Wait, is he jealous? What the hell?

You laughed a little, unable to help yourself when he raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, he did stay at my place for a bit after Steve’s birthday bash a couple of years ago. He had an issue with his boyfriend.”

Bucky did a double take, which would’ve been humorous if not for the stricken look on his face. “Boyfriend?”

“Yeah. The guy he dated at the time was a HUGE asshole and they had a falling out. His parents refused to let him go back home, so he stayed with me. And I couldn’t kick him out. He needed a friend,” you said, your brows pinching when you recalled how TJ cried on your sofa. It was a heartbreaking sight. “He has a new boyfriend now who treats him well and he couldn’t be happier. And I couldn’t be happier for him.”

Bucky blinked a few times. “So, you two. You never…?”

“TJ and I? No. Never dated, hooked up, anything,” you smiled with a shake of your head. “We adore each other, but in a brother and sister kind of way. I mean, we’ve known each other since we were in diapers. Even if I did find him attractive, nothing ever would’ve happened. You, Steve, Sam, you guys are much more his type.”

Bucky didn’t say anything, his face a bit pale. You worried for a second that he was going to get sick. “I thought you two hooked up,” he said more to himself than to you.

Where the hell did he get that impression?

“No, we didn't and we never will,” you said again before something he said dawned on you. “Wait, how did you know he stayed at my place? He asked me not to tell anyone where he was and I respected his wishes.”

Going through the dates again in your head, it wasn’t long after TJ stayed with you that Bucky brought Dot around as his new girlfriend. You knew you lost your chance to admit your feelings because he had someone by his side. Someone who wasn’t you.

“Come with me,” Bucky said, taking your hand and pulling you up from the couch before you had a chance to argue. It was hard to keep up with his long strides and he didn’t look back when Steve called after the two of you.

“What’s going on?” You asked as he pulled you outside and slammed the door. You watched as he took a few breaths, like he was trying to steady himself. “Talk to me, please.”

“I wasted two years,” he whispered, tilting his head to look at the sky. “Two fucking years.”

What is he talking about?

“I don’t understand,” you said.

“I made a huge mistake and I regret it,” he said, squeezing your hand as he faced you. “And I can't go the rest of this week without telling you. I wasted enough time.”

“Tell me what? Bucky, what did you do?”

And can we come back from it?

That literary edging. I'm sorry! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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[lovebugism]

Eddie x Gareths sisterrrrr????? Like Romeo and Juliet type stuff where Gareth is like my sister is NOT dating you

thanks so much for your request, anon!! i had so much fun writing it!! there isn't much conflict with gareth, but i hope you like it anyway! jealous!eddie x girly!reader (1.6k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Gareth picks you up from the mall at six o’clock sharp.

You say goodbye to your friends, all of them wearing the same tank top and pleated skirt duo you’re in, before getting into the passenger seat of his pick-up truck. You’re dressed too nicely to be sat in such a beaten-up thing. Too pretty for it, too.

“Wanna get something to eat?” the boy asks as he pulls out of the parking lot, talking over the Dio song blaring on the radio.

He’s wearing his usual flannel vest over a tattered Metallica tee. The former is riddled with various vintage pins fitting for a metalhead. Down to his skull necklace, ripped jeans, and dirty sneakers — the two of you couldn’t be more different.

You flip down the visor and use the mirror to put on a swipe of glittery lipgloss. You feel almost naked without it. “Slurpees?” you offer before smacking your mouth to spread the sparkly glaze.

“That’s so not dinner,” Gareth laughs as he shakes his sandy curls. 

You arch a manicured brow in his direction. “Got a better idea?”

“Nope,” he concedes, popping the ‘p.’

He’s got too much of a soft spot for you to deny you of anything. Perks of being the youngest sibling, you suppose.

You feel butterflies fluttering like crazy in your stomach, their wings brushing the edges of your ribcage as he pulls into the gas station — and it’s not because of the $1 Slurpees. Your stepbrother’s best friend, Eddie Munson, usually deals drugs in the back parking lot on weekends. Like the absolute dreamboat he is. 

It’s been days since you last saw him. Six of them, to be exact, but it’s not like you’re counting or anything.

While Gareth waits in line to pay for your drink and his food, you decide to quell your yearning. It’s much more like a hunger, though. Whatever innocent crush you used to have is far more salient now. You miss Eddie like a dinner you didn’t get to eat — noticeably empty, weakened without his smile to bring you back to life.

You round the corner to the back lot and find him flipping through a wad of cash. He leans against the brick wall with one dirty sneaker kicked up against it. Despite the middle of summer head, he hasn’t yet forgone his leather jacket and dark denim jeans duo. He looks killer, as usual — so you could only imagine how he’d look out of them.

When he hears the sound of footsteps scuffing against pavement, he looks at you from the corner of his eye. His gaze is halfway hidden beneath his fluffy bangs before he turns to face you wholly. 

He grins at the sight of you, and you fill whole again.

“Hi, Teddy,” you greet with a smile, stained blue from your raspberry Slurpee.

He rises on both feet and tucks the money into the back pocket of his baggy jeans. His head tilts to his shoulder as he looks at you, too cute for his own good. “Whatcha doin’ out here, princess?”

Your stomach flutters at the nickname you’ve heard too many times to count. 

“Came to see you,” you shrug innocently, curling your smile around the straw of your drink.

Eddie beams, brows raising in amusement and cheeks reddening at your answer. He hopes you’re too far away to see his cheeks glowing as pink as they are now. He’d just blame it on the summer heat, anyway. 

“Really?” he lilts, voice light and airy with mirth.

You shrug as you swallow down the fruity slushy. “Gareth brought me for Slurpees.”

“How sweet.”

“Right?” you hum with a blue-tinted smirk, slowing when you finally reach the boy. His weed-tinged, woody musk envelopes you completely — he might as well be embracing you. “Best brother ever.”

Gareth isn’t really your brother, despite how often you call him that. You’re related by marriage, not by blood. You’ve known him your entire life, though, so you figure you might as well be.

Eddie knows this, so he smiles and takes a rather dramatic step back from you. “And that is exactly why I have to stay approximately three feet away from you at all times, princess.”

“Why’s that?” you squint at him.

When you take another step closer, he takes two more back.

“‘Cause he’s been threatening to beat my ass about dating you since we were thirteen.”

A smile quirks the right side of your lips. “Well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” you lilt.

Eddie’s brows raise at the mischievous inflection in your words. This time when you step towards him, he stays in place. “You’d really do that to him? To the ‘best brother ever?’”

You take another daring step towards him. Your chin tilts up to look at him in your ever-shortening proximity. “I’ve done far worse things than think his best friend is hot, Teddy.”

“Yeah?” the boy coos, chocolate eyes dancing with amusement as his chin dips to his chest to peer down at you. He makes the mistake of looking lower — at your breasts in your pretty little tank top and the silver of your stomach showing beneath the hem. He wants so desperately to hold you, despite everything that tells him he shouldn’t. His best friend, namely.

“And what’s that, princess?” the boy croons to you.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” you blink innocently up at him, then shrug. “Sorry.”

Eddie knows he shouldn’t be jealous, but he is. 

You’re not his, but god, you were so good at making him feel like you were. You were around so often, always so sweet in your way — sometimes, it felt like you really did belong to him. The thought of his girl with someone else makes him feel like puking.

Jealousy radiates from him like steam, palpable enough for you to feel. 

You grin.

“Don’t worry, Teddy,” you singsong, taking another goddamn step closer. Eddie knows he should be taking a thousand more backward, but your chest brushes his torso and he forgets how to walk. “I only have eyes for you.”

The boy swallows through a tightening throat. He nods for a moment, trying to work up the courage to use his voice. He’s scared that it’ll break, and he’ll lose all cool points with you. And he’s the rockstar, the older brother’s best friend — he can’t possibly have that.

“Good to know,” Eddie finally nods.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long, though. Might have to find some other metalhead to give me attention.”

Your smile widens when his jaw clenches, honeyed glaze hardening at the thought of you finding someone else. Your heart flutters when you realize that he sees you as his. He’s already been yours for a long, long time.

Gareth calls your name from a distance, muffled and far away. It’s nearly inaudible, but it knocks Eddie from his stupor all the same. “You should go, princess.” 

“My parents usually go to bed around nine. Gareth’s usually sucking in the ceiling by eleven,” you maunder suddenly, wide eyes sparkling with roguishness. “If you park your van a few houses down around midnight, no one will be the wiser…”

“You want me to sneak into your bedroom?” Eddie laughs softly to himself. He hasn’t done that since he was sixteen. He thought he was over chasing girls like that. Turns out, he wasn’t really. Not when it came to you, at least.

“Uh-huh,” you hum with a firm nod, lips wrapping around the red straw of your slushy right after.

“And what’s in it for me, huh?”

Truth be told, Eddie couldn’t give a shit. He already knows he’ll be at your house at 12 o’clock sharp, climbing up your trellis like some kind of offbeat Spiderman. He just wants to hear you tell him something, anything — a wish for him to go on for the next several hours while he’s stuck dealing in the heat, thinking about you.

You don’t answer him with words.

You rise on the tips of your toes, holding onto your Slurpee with one hand and using your free one to cup his cheek. You usher the boy softly towards you as you press your mouth to his. And it’s not the most heated kiss in the world or anything — just a languid, honeyed thing that makes your lips lock like they were made to do it.

Eddie’s idling hands rise to your waist. His ringed fingers squeeze the bare skin of your sides as he sighs against your mouth. You taste cold and sweet — like blue raspberry and ice and lipgloss — his savior in this heat. The tip of his nose smushes against the side of yours, desperate to melt with you entirely. He thinks it might be close to possible, having you so close in the sweltering summer evening.

He’s breathless when you pull away from him.

“More of that,” you answer through labored breaths. “And maybe a little extra, if you’re good.”

Eddie doesn’t bother denying his want for you anymore. Fuck it, he’ll just fight his best friend. He can take a punch if he has to, but he’s not sure Gareth could even throw one — especially not at the boy he’s known for practically half his life.

“Your bedroom’s the last window on the light, right?” Eddie asks through rosy, kiss-bitten lips.

“Yeah,” you grin, backing slowly away from him. “I’ll leave my light on.”

He nods until the words catch up with him. “Okay.”

“See you then, Teddy.”

When you turn the corner for the main parking lot, Eddie can finally breathe again. 

The air is noticeably less sweet without you around.

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[nanamisonholiday]

I’m going to need more of dads bff nanami 😮‍💨 But this time he can’t resist himself 👀

You ask you recieve. dbf!Nanami is a dreamboat

here's a link to a previous dbf!Nanami fic

SHMUT

Lewd noises fill the bedroom as skin on skin slaps together, wetness pooling between them at every thrust of his hips. He swears he’s in heaven. All the waiting- it was worth it, all the lingering touches and glances, it was worth it. His hand covers your throat gently- his grip filled with love and care as his cock bullies its way into your heat. His plush lips kissing your temple as if your warm velvety insides weren’t gripping him with your weak mustered up strength. A lazy smile graces your pretty face making him lean closer to you like a moth to the flame. Truth spilling out of him with each thrust

“Y’look so fuck-ing beautiful baby”

Your scrunched up face in pleasure cries from his nonstop assault on your sensitve pussy- hand splayed on his stomach as a way to get him to slow down, even though deep- deep down you don’t want him too, not at all.

“S’big Kenny, so bigg- fuck”

Both eyes widen at the knock on the door- hearing your father call out

“Nanami have you seen my little girl around? It’s her turn to cut the cake this year”

Shit

Nanami doesn’t stop, he hasn't got the willpower to behave- not when he’s buried balls deep with your cum coating his balls. Instead he covers your mouth harshly only to pound slowly and deeply- a way to lower the noise to keep your father at bay

“No can’t say I have Geto- I’ll come help look in a minute”

There’s silence as if your father is contemplating his next move- Nanamis at a point of no return if your father decides to walk in to see his best friend doing the unthinkable to his sweet sweet daughter- folded like a pretzel getting fucked by none other than gentleman respectable Nanami. You whine at the added pressure in your tummy- tears in your eyes as Nanami glares at you, clamping his fingers harder into your cheeks- fuck you hope he leaves a mark. Toes helplessly curling as the coil snaps. You're surprised your father hasn’t stepped in out of curiosity of the odd behaviour of his friend or the strange noise coming from the room, but you suppose he’s more worried about your whereabouts.

“Alright, let me know if you see her”

You suck in a breathe as Nanami leans back, kissing your aching legs relentlessly fucking into you- an uncharacteristic smirk on his lips has your tummy summersaulting with butterflies. You desperately want to kiss that shit eating grin off. 

“Will do”

And with that your fathers footsteps are long forgotten as Nanami ups the pace to ruin you completely

“Y’mine baby, all mine yeah?”

“Yes daddy”

Daddy

Daddy

Nanami should feel some shame, a tiny bit of embarrassment at how hard it is for him to hold back a low groan when he hears you squeal out that god forbidden name, Espeically since he's no longer buried deep within in your warm wet cunt, but instead he's sat calmly in your garden amongst friends. amogst your family.

“Daddy put me down!”

Nanami keep his eyes trained on your revealed rump and that bewitching wet patch glaring at him within your panties. He knows they're cumstained and ruined, yet he swells with dirty pride knowing you eagerly put them back on to join your friends and family back downstairs. He's not the only once who's noticed, but so are the group of men he is sat with. Gojo smirks at the sight all while he has to adjust himself- whilst Toji low whistles. Not enough for Geto to hear, but enough for the group of men to know what their focus is on.

A deep voice interjecting their perverse thoughts- but really he's only voicing what they're thinking

“Whoever the lucky fucker is- must say, y’got some balls to do that with him around”

Gojo snickers at the implication, nothing does make him happier than seeing a dear friend like Kento Nanami shift in discomfort. Side eyeing said mans stiff shoulders at Sukunas words makes him grin from ear to ear- deciding it’s best to move on from the conversation as Geto approaches them. He may enjoy teasing Nanami, but now would not be the time to reveal secrets. Instead he opts for a small quip as he rises from his chair

“Lucky fucker indeed”

Geto smiles and waves as he walks towards them, breathless from playing around with his little family. His sweet little girl- if only he knew what all his friends were really talking about, what sloppily laid in your cotton underwear-it would wipe that smile off his face.

“What’d I miss?”

Nanami speaks before anyone has the right idea to snicker innuendos or inapropriate comments; as if he hadn't just fucked you ten minutes prior

“Oh nothing”

yoink- enjoy you thristy fucker

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[pinejayy]

Striker Headcanons

Some SFW and NSFW Headcanons of this sexy man my lord.

SFW

Striker was quite harsh when you guys first started dating, he didn’t want any of that lovely dovey couple stuff. Such as no hand holding, no cuddles, no kisses and no nicknames. Honestly you were double guessing yourself why even be with this guy.

But as time passes by you grew onto him. He absolutely adores you now. He always wants to be by your side. And yes he’s still quite harsh with you, but he’s toned it down. He’s more like playful rude with you.

But if anyone dares to flirt with you or even lay a eye on what’s his he’ll give them a slow painful death. No one and I MEAN NO ONE can take away his prize.

Striker loves giving you kisses, especially around your neck. He loves the way you react. Especially the little whimpers and giggles. “Stop that tickles!” You would giggle out, and it would always make him smirk.

You like using cute pickup lines on him! “You're under arrest! For stealing my heart.”

Since you’re his prize, he loves to spoil you rotten. Buying you expensive gifts and he loves taking you out on dates. He definitely loves showing you off to the other imps.

You on the other hand get flustered when he shows you off. A sexy man showing you off? I mean who wouldn’t get flustered.

You love the way he talks to you. “Come on sweetheart, let daddy treat you.” It gives butterflies. It makes your knees weak.

LIKE HIS VOICE AHHH!!! IT MAKES YOU WEAK.

A lot of nicknames!! He loves calling you Sweetheart, that’s his main nickname for you. But he also calls you Sugar Lips, Babe, Darling, Sweet Cakes, Hot stuff and My Love.

You also have a few nicknames for him. Honey, Amor, Baby, Dreamboat, Hot Stuff, and My Cowboy. But person favorite nickname to call him is “Daddy” you love his reaction whenever you call him that.

He loves to cuddle you now, he can’t get enough of you. He loves you. He loves your smile, your laugh, your eyes and the way you smell. And with cuddles he can hold you close against his body and fully take you in.

He loves giving you kisses! He can’t get enough of your lips against his. It makes him feel complete.

He’ll always protect you, protect his prize. And if you were ever to leave him he’ll make you regret it. So you better not leave him, unless you have a death wish.

NSFW

Remember when I said he loves your kisses? Well he loves kissing every inch of your body. He loves dragging his tongue against your warm soft skin. And the way you whimper out makes him hard.

He wants to grab every part of your body. He either wants to squeeze you or run his fingers all over your body. Feeling every curve.

His kisses are filled with passion, he loves the way your lips move against his. How soft your lips are against his. And when you guys are making out he loves to grab your thigh and squeeze it making you gasp and also making it a perfect opportunity to sneak his tongue inside your mouth.

Considering his voice makes your knees weak he uses this to his advantage. He loves to talk dirty with you. “How about you ride me Sweetheart.”

Overall Striker is a rough top. He’s loves to mark you and that includes biting, scratching and love marks. And when you guys go out in public you better not cover those marks, he wants people to see you, he wants people to see what’s his. And if you do cover your marks he’ll make sure to punish you.

Striker always puts your pleasure first. Yes he’s rough but not selfish. He especially loves going down on you. He loves hearing you moan his name. “Mmm Striker…” It makes him feel proud, and the way your eyes roll back makes it even better.

Striker is a very kinky guy. He loves using rope. He loves tying you up. And when he does tie you up he’ll make sure to blindfold you. He’s a huge tease! So buckle up buddy!

This guy loves blowjobs. Give him one when he comes back home from a long day of work and he’ll love you. He loves the way your head bobs up and down into his shaft. He’ll also be a dickhead and push your head down more. Smirking to himself if you choke or gag.

When you guys are making love he’s usually on top. He loves to whisper things against your ears. “Come on Sweetheart, you’re doing a good job for Daddy.” And this would make you go crazy, crazy for him. And when you’re about to finish he would whisper again. “That’s right Sweetheart. Cum for me. Cum for Daddy.”

He loves choking you, he loves it when you’re begging for him. But he always makes sure he doesn’t hurt you as bad. He doesn’t want to accidentally snap your neck.

And for whenever you’re a bad little imp he’ll make sure to give you a punishment. This could either be rough sex or edging. Depending on his mood.

His favorite thing is when you wear his Cowboy hat. Just the hat. He loves seeing your naked body with his hat on, it just makes it better. And he’ll make sure you won’t be walking properly for the next few days.

Striker loves to hold you whenever you guys are done with the dirty deeds. He loves praising you, he tells you that you did a good job. He’ll hold you close and cuddle you. He’s great with aftercare.

Overall Striker loves you okay, yes at first he was quite rude to you but now he can’t get enough of you. You’re his everything and no one is going to hurt you. Not on his watch

#helluva boss #striker x reader #headcanons #helluva boss headcanons #striker helluva boss #striker

[chasingmidnights]

Bad Liar

Title: Bad Liar 

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader 

Summary: Ari is a regular at the coffee shop that you work at and you can’t help but have a crush on the older gentleman. 

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI!! I don’t think there’s too much to look out for in this one. Just maybe some angst, mild cursing, and Ari Levinson. (Yes he’s a warning especially when he doesn’t realize what he’s doing to you, or does he?) I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Wordcount: 877

It was mid-morning and you found yourself glancing up at the clock, it was almost nine and he still had not shown up yet. A small sigh left your lips as you finished up the order you were currently working on, a feeling of disappointment washed over. You wondered what could be keeping him this morning, he was usually here by now. You turned around and called the customer’s name to hand it to them. The bell above the door chimed again and when you turned to greet the next customer, you swore you felt your whole body short circuit. There he was, Ari Levinson; the man you have been harboring a huge crush for. When you finally snapped out of your daydream, you accidentally bumped into one of your coworkers. Your coworker, who had a tray full of freshly baked goodies that were now ruined as the tray fell to the floor. You frantically started to help her clean up the mess before she snapped at you. 

“No, I’ve got this. You go and help the next customer.” 

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled before getting up to do what she said. 

To you, Ari was a dreamboat. He had gorgeous blue eyes that you could just stare into all of the time and simply get lost in them. Somehow, just somehow, you knew that his long brown hair was one of the softest things that God has ever made. You also thought that about his thick, full beard and wondered- no stop thinking like that. You took a deep breath as you walked up to the counter to take Ari’s order, even though you knew it by heart. You could recite his order in your sleep. When you finally made eye contact with the beautiful man, your heart skipped a beat and butterflies instantly formed in your stomach. 

“Everything alright, sweetheart? You seem to be a bit flustered.” Ari’s voice was so smooth and deep, you could listen to him talk all damn day. 

“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine. Just a bit clumsy today I suppose. Do you want your usual?” How you actually managed to talk was beyond you, especially with how dry your mouth was. 

You could feel your knees going a bit weak as a smirk formed on his perfect lips as he tilted his head. 

“You know my usual sweetheart?” He then arched a brow as he eyed you up and down. 

Your cheeks started to heat up and you could feel yourself starting to feel even more flustered. “Of course. An Americano with an extra shot of espresso.” 

“Very good, sweetheart.” Ari’s smirk twitched up slightly as he stared at you. 

“Right! I’ll be right back.” You quickly turned around and started on his order. 

When he finally left, you felt like you could breathe and let out the breath that you had been holding. You were a grown woman and yet, here you were acting like a teenager over their first crush. Surely there was something wrong with you. You groaned as you went about your shift. 

A few days later and you were out running some errands when you spotted Ari across the street. You nearly ran into a sign when you did a double take to make sure if it was him or not. When you recovered from your near trip, a heavy sigh fell from your lips and you started to relax, realizing that it was not him. After you put yourself back together and fixed your hair, you continued about your day. However, throughout the day, your mind kept wandering back to Ari. Everywhere you looked you thought you saw him but it was always just your mind playing tricks on you and it was cruel. You found yourself wondering if he had a girlfriend and couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, which was absolutely ridiculous. You shook your head to get rid of the thoughts that kept flooding through your mind. 

During the week, the only thing that was on your mind was him, Ari Levinson. You wanted so desperately to make the thoughts in your mind a reality. You wanted to know what it would feel like to curl up next to him in your king size bed. Every day you do your best not to think about him but he’s always taking up a fraction of your mind. When Ari would come into the coffee shop, you would spasm and short circuit, sometimes you would even forget to breathe. Your coworkers ragged on you all of the time and tried to encourage you to talk to him or to ask him out. One day you were talking to one of your coworkers about him and you had not realized that he was behind you. A clear of the throat caused you to turn around and when you did, you were mortified. 

“Not talking about me, are you sweetheart?” His eyes gleamed as he smiled at you. 

“N-no, of course not Ari.” You managed to stutter out. 

Once again, you could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up as he eyed you up and down. 

“You know, you’re a bad liar.” Ari smirked. 

A squeak escaped you and you couldn’t believe that you’d been caught.

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Any mistakes are my own. I'm still learning french so forgive me if it's wrong.

Warnings: My feeble attempt at smut so pls be gentle.

Yn DuPont always wondered how she had become friends with the Leclerc siblings. Yes, her mother and Pascale had been friends and co-owners of the salon before she had passed away a few years ago but Yn just didn’t get how Arthur could be friends with her. She was smart but that was all she had going for her. No one besides Arthur ever spent time talking to her when they were at school. She had even heard once how some of his guy friends had been asking him how she and him could be friends. He had stood up for her making her smile but that was who he was. Her protector. A few weeks ago, though Dante Gabriel one of her fellow classmates asked her to be his date for some dance. At first, she had said no but over the course of the next few days he had worn her down until she agreed. Arthur was happy for her. It was time she let herself have some fun instead of just studying all the time. The day of the dance arrived, and Pascale had done her makeup and hair. As she smoothed down the black knee length dress she had chosen, for the first time in her life she felt pretty. She was excited and could feel the butterflies. She went downstairs and sat down on the sofa in the empty house as her father was away on business and waited for her date. And waited she did. 45 minutes passed before she realised, he wasn’t coming. She got up, grabbing keys as she passed the hallway table and slammed the front door closed behind her.

Charles Leclerc was the dreamboat of Monaco. He was a popular Formula 1 driver, and the girls loved him. Boy did he know it. But as fun as it was spending time with his friends and having the fan girls throwing themselves at him, sometimes he enjoyed just being by himself. Currently he was sitting on the deck of his yacht in the marina, enjoying the night sky and the quiet. It wasn’t always that he had time like this, but he was between races and need some much tlc. It was while he was sitting there enjoying the view when something else caught his eye. A young girl who looked oddly familiar was walking across the dock towards one of the other boats. He shook his head though, because it couldn’t be her. She never dressed up and if he remembered correctly, they were all at some dance. He leaned his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes only for a few minutes before his phone started to ring. He picked it up and saw his little brother’s name.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dancing?” he teased his brother.

“Charles, I need your help.”

Charles sat forward, alert. “What’s wrong?”

“It's Yn.”

“Is she ok?”

“I don’t know. She’s not here and she’s not picking up her phone. That dickhead of a date dropped her.”

“What do you mean?”

Charles heard his brother sigh. “Dante asked her to the dance, but he is here with another girl. When I asked him where she was, he said she cancelled. But his date said he lied. It had been some sort of prank.”

“Merde.” Charles realised that it had been her he had seen.

“Charles, I need to find her. We’re leaving the dance now. Can you help?”

“Art, stay. She would want you to have a good time.”

“How can I?”

“I have an idea where she might be. I’ll take care of her. She’ll be pissed if you left because of her. I promise I’ll call you if I can’t find her, ok?”

“I don’t know. “

“I got her.”

After much convincing Arthur agreed and Charles made his way over to a yacht near the end of the jetty. He saw her sitting there. “Permission to come aboard?” he asked loud enough for her to hear.

She turned her head in his direction. “You’re going to whether I say yes or no,” she shrugged.

He could hear that she had been crying and he felt anger surge. She was his friend too and he cared about her. Anyone who could hurt her didn’t deserve to know her. He climbed aboard and made his way up to her. He could see she was wearing a dress and had pulled her hair into a messy bun. But it was her face that hurt him. She had gotten all made up and now her face was stained with tears and smudge makeup, and she was shivering. He took off his hoodie and held it out to her. She tried to smile as she took it before pulling it over her dress. He sat down next to her. “Are you ok?”

“Don’t know why I’m surprised really.”

“What do you mean?”

She tugged her legs up under her and wiped her tears before leaning on her elbows. “I’m not good enough.”

He twisted so that he was looking at her and his was pissed. “What? How can you even think something like that?”

“Because it’s true,” she shrugged.

“Look at me. Hey,” he reached out and lifted her chin, so she was looking at him. “You are so much more than you think.”

“So then why does nobody care about me? No body want me? Even my own father would rather be travelling the world than spend time with me.”

“Cherie, there are people that love you. My mother loves you, my brothers, me.”

“I just.... feel like I’m not enough.”

He pulled her against him and allowed her to cry into his shirt.

Hours had passed in which both of them had fallen asleep. It was only the sound of his phone ringing that woke him up. “Hello?”

“Did you find her?” Arthur’s panicked voice sounded through his phone.

Charles looked down at the still sleeping girl in his arms. “I got her. She’s sleeping at the moment.”

Arthur sighed in relief. “So, she’s, okay?”

“She is. But that guy won’t be if I see him.”

“We took care of that.”

“Art, what did you do?”

“Nothing illegal or that will get us into trouble. Don’t worry. Where did you find her?”

“Pop’s boat.”

“Of course. I’m an idiot.”

Charles chuckled. “I’m gonna let her sleep a bit more. Will bring her home later. Don’t think she should be alone.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

“Ok. Hey Art, bring some supplies.”

“You got it.”

Several hours later Y/n, Charles and Arthur were all stretch out on her large sofa watching horror movies. Arthur had come through with all her favourite snacks and after the day she had Y/n was feeling loads better. She was conscious of the fact that Charles was sitting rather close to her while Arthur was on the other side of them, in actual fact the younger Leclerc boy had fallen asleep a little while ago. Something jumped out in the movie startling Y/n, and she grabbed hold of Charles’ hand. He chuckled as she realised what she had done and quickly tried to withdraw her hand, but he held tighter. “It's ok Cherie.” He whispered. He took their joined hands and placed it down on her thigh making her feel something she hadn’t felt before.

Arthur shifted making her quickly pull away from Charles letting his hand fall on her thigh, when she tried to shift away from him, he increased the pressure making her stop. She gulped. She felt her face begin to heat up as his hand slowly began rubbing circles up and down her leg. Her breath got caught in her throat as she felt his hand slide higher and higher. He turned to her a look in his eyes, “Can I?” She licked her lips hesitantly before nodding. He leaned closer to her till she felt his breath against her skin leaving goose bumps. “Tell me when to stop.” She nodded not sure her brain could form sentences. Her head fall back against the sofa as his hand reached the top of her leg and continued till, he touched her most intimate spot. He kept his eyes on her to make sure she was ok before moving his hand to the top of her shorts. “Open,” he gently instructed. She moved slightly so that her legs were more apart and moaned softly as he slipped his hand down her underwear and touched her bare clit. His hand was warm, but she still shivered as he moved his fingers up and down. She bit down on her own hand as he slipped a finger inside of her. He pressed his lips against her neck before whispering, “Do you like that, Belle?”

“Yes.” She whimpered in pleasure.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, please.”

He increased the speed and inserted another finger, stretching her out causing her to moan a little louder. “Shhh Belle. Don’t want to wake Arthur.” She closed her eyes and bit down on her lips, but Charles quickly reacted. “Take your lip out your mouth.” She complied. He could feel her reaching her climax and just before she could make a noise as she reached her high, he kissed her swallowing her moan. She was so high in that moment that she didn’t even think about the kiss or what any of this meant. As soon as her breathing had returned to normal, Charles withdrew his fingers and popped them in his mouth all the while watching her. He liked how flushed she looked. He pecked her lips one more time before getting up and headed for the bathroom.

A few days later Charles was due to leave for Maranello but every time she was alone with him, he had touched her in some way. She was a little confused by it because whenever someone else was around it was like she didn’t exist. She was currently at home studying, alone yet again when there was a knock at the door. At the door stood Charles with a single red orchid in his hand. “Hey,” she smiled.

“Hey Cherie. Can I come in?”

“Of course.” She stepped aside to let him in. “Who’s that for?” she asked indicating to the flower.

“You.”

She took it from him and smelled it. “I love orchids.”

“I know,” he chuckled.

She walked to the kitchen and quickly found a small vase to put the flower in. As she was pouring water in, she felt his hands on her waist. He had followed her into the kitchen. She felt his lips against her neck as he gently began to pepper kisses on her skin as his hands roamed over her body. She couldn’t help but lean back into him.

He turned her around to face him pulling her into a deep kiss that left her breathless. Shifting them slightly he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her on to the counter causing her to let out a squeak of surprise. He pushed her legs apart and stood between them hands on either leg. Almost on instinct she wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to kiss her once more. After a while he wrapped her legs around his waist and picked her up, carrying her to the sofa. He laid her down, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Remember to tell me to stop if you want.”

“Ok.”

He went back to kissing her neck as she felt his hands slide under her top fingers brushing against her nipples. As one of his hands took a nipple between his fingers the other slowly trailer down her body to the band of her skirt, leaving her skin burning at the contact. He detached his lips from her neck where he had left a dark mark and looked into her eyes. “I’m gonna take them off.” She nodded. He sat up and grabbed the band of her skirt with both hands as she lifted her legs slightly allowing him to pull down her skirt. “I think red would suit you better Cherie.” He remarked seeing the black panties she had on. She squirmed slightly as he pressed his lips to her inner thigh just inches away from where she was beginning to ache. “Charlie?”

“Yes Cherie?” he felt his cock twitch when she called him Charlie.

“Can you......”

“What?” he asked. “Tell me.”

“Touch me here.” She pointed to her clothed pussy.

“How? Like this?” he asked rubbing his finger against the garment. “Or how about like this?” he leaned down and placed a kiss against her sex. Both actions had made the ache even more but something about the kiss had her begging for more.

“Like that Charlie.”

“Then I think we should get rid of these,” he pulled on her panties. He felt himself twitch again at the sight of her bare pussy underneath him. “Si belle ma Cherie.”

He couldn’t wait any long before lowering his face and taking a long swipe of his tongue along her pussy. He had to taste, and it was better than anything he had ever tasted. It was like he was starving, and he hadn’t realized it until now. The faster he licked and longer he sucked, the wetter she got, and the louder her moans. He sure as hell wasn’t going to silence her, the sounds coming out of her mouth was driving him crazy. But his turn would come. He was going to drive her off the edge and then do it again.

“Faster, please Charlie,” she begged as she thread her fingers through his hair. She was close.

He added a finger into her pussy causing her to buck her hips, but he pushed them down with his free hand and held them there as he slid another finger inside her. Her breath quickened and her grip on his hair tightened but he barely felt it as all he could think about was how good she tasted.

“I’m cumming,” she gasped seconds before she felt her release. He kept going till she begged him to stop because of how sensitive she was. He pressed one last kiss on her sensitive nub before moving closer and kissing her lips, letting her taste herself.

“Think you have one more for me? I want to be inside you.”

She reached down and rubbed her hand against his cock, feeling how hard he was. “I want you.” She reached up and undid his belt almost impatient to release him. He stood up making it easier for her to get his pants off. She needed a minute to appreciate the view before she pulled him closer. “I’ve never done this before.”

“We can stop.”

“No, I don’t want to. Just maybe be patient and tell me what you like.”

“Ok.”

She started placing little kitten kisses along the length of his cock on either side but when she placed her mouth around it holding onto him with a hand, that was when he groaned. She wanted to pull away thinking she was doing it wrong, but he held her head exactly where it was. “Don’t stop Cherie. Feels so good.”

She slowly moved her head up and down. His groans were now doing things to her down there. She began moving her hand as well making him groan louder when suddenly he pulled away. “Cha....”

“Need to be inside you right now,” he said before making her lay back. He positioned himself above her entrance before asking her one more time, “Do you want to stop?” As soon as she shook her head no, he was pushing himself inside. Man did it feel amazing how her walls gripped his cock. He tried to go as slow and gentle as possible to allow her time to adjust but she had other things on her mind. She wanted, no she needed him to go faster, harder. She was close to the edge again and so was he, so he picked up the pace. Faster he moved, groaning as he began to feel that pressure increase.

“Right there, I feel it cumming,” she cried.

Right at that moment she climaxed once more, and he pulled out just as he released all over her stomach. Once their breathing was back to normal, Charles got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he had a warm wet face cloth and sat down beside her, before gently cleaning her up.

“What is happening Charles?” she asked.

“I thought that was obvious Cherie?”

“You know what I mean?”

He sat back and pulled her legs onto his lap. “I like you Y/n.”

“But?”

“I have really amazing fans, but also some pretty toxic ones as well. And I’m in the spotlight.... a lot. I don’t want you to get hurt. Or lose you. I’ve seen it happen before. I don’t have a normal life.”

She moved her legs away and stood up,” Okay, I get it.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna take a shower.”

Charles sighed watching her close the bathroom door behind her. He sat there for a few minutes hearing the shower running before standing up, “Fuck it.” He pulled his shirt over his head and went in after her.

That night as she lay in her bed, she thought about the conversation they had after he had made her come again in the shower. They both cared a lot about each other and wanted to keep doing what they were doing so he had suggested that they kept it a secret from everyone even their families, at least for the time being. And she had agreed.

And that’s how it started. Every chance they got to sneak away together they took. Y/n would travel to certain races under the pretence that she was going to support Arthur at his races, or she would suggest to her friends to go on mini trips to get a break from school. Charles would constantly send her little gifts of her favourite things to remind her how much he missed her. Weekends away just the two of them. It had been hard keeping the secret from Arthur and the family, but they made it work and even when y/n started getting acceptance letters to medical schools across the globe, Charles had promised things wouldn’t change no matter where in the world they were. And everything was great for over a year......until she showed up.

Charlotte Tilbury was a beautiful, smart leggy blonde who had joined the Ferrari team for the new season. She was their media liaison and the longer they spent together the closer she and Charles became. Night-time calls became shorter and quick weekends away became less but when they were together, Charles reminded y/n how much he loved her. But the weekend of the Italian grand Prix things changed. Charles was spotted out with Charlotte and speculation was rife amongst the media of the new “couple” in the paddock. When she and Arthur had met her for the first time , Arthur had commented on how beautiful and smart Charlotte seemed which was exactly Charles’ type. The media and fans alike couldn’t get enough of the driver and his media liaison.

Y/n stopped answering his calls and responding to his messages. When the time came for Formula 1to hit Monaco he was standing at her door with an explanation. It was a PR stunt that management was forcing him to do. Ferrari were controlling his life and if he wanted to renew his contract, he had to go with it. Apparently, the fans had seen a connection between the driver and his media officer and had run with it. But he was adamant that he loved only her. He asked her to trust him and let it run its course and like a fool she had believed him. She endured the family get together which she had been politely ordered to attend and she had never been one to deny Pascale of anything. Charlotte had joined them and slowly she had to watch as the man she loved was photographed with the other woman. She didn’t attend many races anymore, but she answered his calls and messages pretending she was ok. It wasn’t till he was home for two weeks between races that she reached her braking point. One day he had been helping her study concerned that she was over doing it. But she assured him that she was okay. He had left an hour or so before everyone was due to head over to Pascale’s house for dinner. Y/n finished up her paper before quickly hopping in the shower.

 

She had been catching up with Carla, Arthur’s girlfriend ever since she had gotten to the house unaware that Charles was even there. It was only when she excused herself to use the rest room did she find out. He was sitting in his old bedroom sitting on the sofa phone in his hand. He was talking to someone who she recognised as Charlotte. She wasn’t one to listen in to other conversations but when she heard her name she stopped.

“Charlotte she’s my friend that’s all.”

“Come on Charlie.” y/n felt her heart crack. As far as she knew she was the only one he let call him that. “It’s painfully obvious that she has a thing for you.”

“She can feel what she wants but she’s not my type.”

“Which is why I’m perfect to fit the role. I’m exactly your type.”

“I guess.”

“I can tell you want more Charles. Maybe when we spend the summer together in Corsica, we can explore our relationship more.”

Summer together? Y/n was confused, he had made plans to go with her and Arthur to Los Angeles for her birthday. Guess that wasn’t going to happen anymore.

“Ok. I can’t promise anything, but you are beautiful and smart, so maybe we can see what happens.” Charles replied. “I need to go. Family dinner and all.”

“Would have been nice to be there.”

“Yep. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Good night, Charlie, Boy.”

Y/n knew it was over. Charles wanted a woman like Charlotte not her. Suddenly everything just made perfect sense and she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t seen it before now. She quickly rushed downstairs and collided with her best friend.

“Hey Petal, where’s the fire?”

“Art, can you tell your mom I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just feel really sick. Think I ate something bad at lunch. I need to go.”

“Go where?” Charles had joined them.

“y/n isn’t feeling good. Thinks it was something she ate.”

“y/n?” Charles was concerned. He knew she hadn’t eaten anything all day so it couldn’t be that. “Maybe you need to sit down, Art, can you get some water?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.”

“Y/n come sit,” he took her arm, but she quickly withdrew it. “Cherie, what’s wrong?”

“I just need to go home. I really don’t feel good.”

“You haven’t eaten today. That’s probably why you feel ill. Eat something then I’ll take you home.”

She mustered up a small smile before looking at him. “I’ll be ok. Just need to go lay down a bit.”

He eyed her suspiciously. “Ok, let me get my keys.”

“I can walk. Fresh air might do me some good.”

“No way in hell I’m letting you walk home. Wait here.”

Arthur returned with a glass of water which she quickly drank down. “Woo slow down there.”

Charles quickly returned, keys in hand. “I’m gonna take her home. Tell Maman not to wait.”

The car ride was quiet as she rested her head against the window, her mind going over her whole relationship with Charles. Had anything been real at all? She had thought he was different, that he actually loved her, but she had been deluding herself all this time. She quickly opened the door as soon as he pulled to a stop and raced inside. He followed after her calling her name, but she didn’t stop till she had locked herself in the bathroom. If she was using that excuse, she may as well make it believable. She heard him call her name from the other side of the door, but she just sank against it. After a couple breaths she called out, “Go to dinner Charles. I’m just gonna clean up and go to bed.”

“I’m worried about you Cherie.”

She forced down a sob slowly breathing in and out before she responded. “I just feel so nauseous. But I’ll be ok. Your mom is waiting for you.”

“Ok Cherie. If that’s what you want.”

She waited till she heard the front door close before getting up and slowly made her way to her room.

She woke up around 3am and felt a strong pair of arms around her. She shifted slightly to see Charles laying next to her asleep. She gently removed his arm so she could get up and tip toed to the kitchen before putting on the kettle. She sat down at the table pulling a bunch of papers closer.

“Bébé?” Charles walked into the kitchen topless and hair a mess. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Got thirsty. Making some tea, you want?” she had decided last night that she wasn’t going to cry over anything anymore. She was tired of feeling like she wasn’t good enough. She was going to start over and knowing the man in front of her, he would try to stop her, she had to do what was best for her. He could have Charlotte; she would not make him chose. Besides what’s that saying? “If there’s a choice between two women, pick the second. Cause if you really loved the first you wouldn’t have found something in the second.”

He pulled out the chair next to her. Sitting down he took her hand in his, rubbing his thumb against her skin. “I want to know what’s wrong.”

“You were right. I was pushing myself too hard and it just hit me.”

“You need to take better care of yourself Cherie. I need my bubbly girl.” The kettle began to whistle, she began to stand but he made her sit. He got up and made the two of them some chai tea with honey. After placing the cups down, he got a container out of the fridge and popped it into the microwave. “You still haven’t eaten, have you?”

She shook her head, “Haven’t really had an appetite.”

“I brought some food.”

“Thanks. I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“You were sleeping so I didn’t want to wake you.” The microwave dinged and he pulled out the food which y/n had to admit smelled amazing. Pascale was an amazing cook. He placed the steaming bowl on front of her with some hot sauce, knowing how much she loved it. He grabbed a fork out the draw. “Eat, please?”

She smiled softly before placing some food in her mouth. It tasted so good, and she heard her stomach grumble. Causing Charles to chuckle. She grabbed another fork full and held it out to him. He shook his head. “Please?”

He leaned forward and she popped the fork in his mouth. He looked at her the whole time and it made her stomach flip, not from hunger. He loved holding eye contact with her especially when they were having sex, and it always made her excited and loved. But now that she knew the truth it felt different. She looked back down at the food. He knew something was off, but he knew he couldn’t pressure her. He turned to the papers. “Have you thought about where you want to go?”

She shrugged, “There’s John Hopkins and Oxford. Harvard has offered as well. All three have amazing med programs.”

“Oxford is closer though. You wouldn’t be so far from me.”

“I still have to figure somethings out before I make a decision.”

“We can talk about it, if you want.”

“It’s late. Maybe later.”

“Ok just promise me that you won’t make one without talking to me first.”

“I won’t.” But that would turn out to be the biggest lie she would ever tell him.

 

7 Years Later

“Dr DuPont? Dr Adams needs you in treatment 4 please.” y/n looked up from the chart in front of her towards the nurse.

“Did he say what he needed Sarah?”

“He had a little boy on there and you know how he is with children.”

“Yep, okay I got it. Can you make sure Mrs Leire gets to x-ray please. I think she has a fractured fibula.”

“Will do Doc. Hopefully it stays like this today.”

“As long as no one says the word,” she pressed her finger to her lip with a small chuckle.

As a resident at North-western Memorial Hospital y/n was used to how chaotic the ER could get so it was kind of nice that it wasn’t as busy as it usually is. She had managed to help Dr Damian Adams with his “small” problem before she was drawn back into the ER by the nurses. She was handed an iPad and made her way into the next treatment room to find a young woman sitting on the bed holding her left arm tightly to her chest. Y/n looked over the chart. “Hi Alexandra, I’m Dr DuPont. How are you doing this evening aside from the obvious?”

The brunette woman smiled softly at her clearly in a significant amount of pain. “I’ve felt better.”

Y/n noticed her accent and mentioned as much. “Is that a French accent I detect?”

“It is. I’m from France.”

“Enchante.” (Nice to meet you.)

“Tu parle français?” (You speak French?)

Y/n nodded. “I grew up in Monaco.”

“Oh, wow that’s great. My boyfriend is actually from there.” She grimaced as her arm shifted. “He’s on his way.”

“Let’s have a look.” She began gently taking Alexandra’s arm and trying not to cause any more pain she proceeded to examine it. “What exactly happened?”

“Some of us went ice skating and I’m not really good at it. Took a tumble and landed on my arm.”

“Does it hurt anywhere else?”

“No, just my arm.”

“I’m going to send you for an x-ray but I think at the very least you have a fracture and the worst a broken arm.”

“I hope it’s not broken.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you up to x-ray and have you sorted out in no time. Everything else seems great.” She got up and stuck her head out of the room, “Nikki?” she called to one of the nurses at the charge desk.

“Dr DuPont?”

“Can you please take Miss Marlowe up to x-ray please?”

“No problem.” the young girl got up and came over. “Miss Marlowe, you ready?”

Alexandra nodded and got up off the bed. “Thank you, Dr DuPont.”

“We’ll see you in a little bit.”

Y/n was helping another patient when Alexandra’s boyfriend and another friend walked into the hospital. Alexandra was still currently getting her x-ray, but Sarah allowed the two men to wait in the consultation room for her. Y/n had just handed over care of her other patient for admission when she headed over to the nurses' station to find them huddled together whispering among themselves. “Ladies, is everything okay?”

“Oh, that girl with the broken arm?” Nikki asked.

“What about her?” Y/n asked.

“Well, her boyfriend just arrived and all I can say is Wow.”

“Has her x-ray come through yet?”

“Yep,” Sarah handed her the iPad.

“Great, now can you act like the professionals you are and get back to work?” she narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Sorry Dr.” they mumbled half-heartedly together.

“You can see for yourself Y/n,” Sarah said to her softly as she passed.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Have Andy come down to put a cast on her, I’ll speak to the boyfriend and write up a prescription for meds,” she said before heading into the consultation room.

She felt her heart stop for a second when she saw the two men standing in there. He looked even better then when she had last seen him all those years ago. He was just staring back at her in shock.

“Y/n?” Joris, Charles’ best friend was the first to break the silence. “Wow.” He walked over and pulled her into a hug which she returned still looking at Charles.

“Hi.”

“Alexandra is your girlfriend?” she asked them both unsure.

“She’s his girlfriend,” Joris pointed at his friend who had evidently last his ability to talk. Joris looked between the two noticing how awkward it was. “I’m gonna go.... somewhere not here.” Neither of them seemed to take note.

After what felt like an eternity Charles stepped closer to her and pulled her close, placing his face in the crook of her neck, “Cherie.”

She didn’t want to, but her body reacted of its own accord, and she returned the hug. An announcement sounded outside and broke the spell causing her to pull away. “Its good to see you Charles.”

He didn’t want to let her go. He tried taking her hand but she moved away from him. “You look good.”

“Thanks. Alexandra has broken her arm and will have to wear a cast for about 6 weeks. She can go to her local doctor to have it removed after that. I have a prescription for some pain medication which will help. She’s getting the cast now but as soon as she’s done I’ll discharge her but she might be a bit drowsy from the medicine.”

“Thank you. I miss you.” He again tried to move closer to her but just as he did Alexandra returned.

“Hey Babe, I see you met my doctor.”

“Yeah we’ve met.”

Joris choose that moment to return. “You okay Alex?”

“Yep. They gave me the good stuff.”

“Yeah about that, no driving or anything too strenuous at least for a few days. Need to let that bone heal. Doctors orders.”

“Thank you Dr DuPont.” She smiled.

“Hey, y/n you coming to the wedding?”

 Everyone turned to Joris, Alexandra surprised. “Art will kill me if I don’t. Besides Carla asked me to be maid of honour.”

Alexandra looked at them before asking, “Am I missing something? You all know each other?”

Y/n smiled lightly at the girl, “Monaco is a small country. I’ll go get your discharge papers ready.” She left the group in the room and found Sarah.

“Are you okay Doc?” the older nurse asked her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Been a long night. Can you please get everything sort for Alexandra? She’s good to go.”

“Sure no problem.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna go get some air. I’ll be back in a few.”

Sarah was busy finishing up the paperwork when Charles came out of the room looking for someone. She smiled at him as he approached her. “Hi there. I’m looking for Dr DuPont?”

“She stepped out for a minute. Maybe I can help?”

“Thank you, but I really need to talk to her.”

Sarah nodded knowingly. “Coffee truck outside. But you didn’t hear from me.”

He smiled in thanks before making his way outside. He saw her standing talking to a man inside a small caravan. He made his way over.

The older man looked away from the young doctor and smiled. “Hi there, what can I get you?”

“Actually, I’m here for her,” Charles replied looking at y/n. “Pouvons-nous parler?” (Can we talk?)

“Je dois retourner au travail.” (I have to get back to work.)

“Please?” he looked at her, eyes pleading.

“Ok.” She walked over to a bench in front of the hospital and sat down. He joined her.

“I’m proud of you Cherie.”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“Why did you leave? You didn’t even say goodbye.”

She sighed, “I had to make a choice.”

“I thought we were going to make it together. You promised you wouldn’t decide without talking to me.”

“What would it have matter?”

“I loved you Cherie.”

“I asked you not to call me that.”

“Why? Last I remember, you loved when I called you Cherie, or Mon Amour. But especially Belle when I was inside you.”

She stood up. “I need to get back.”

He got up and grabbed her hand stopping her. “Did I do something wrong? Did you not love me?”

She pulled her hand from him. “Are you kidding me? You had my heart Charles. I would have done anything for you. But I was just your little secret.”

“What are you talking about?”

Y/n felt her pager go off and quickly grabbed it. “I have to go.”

“Y/n?”

“I’m sorry,” she threw her cup on the trash and raced inside.

 

Several weeks later.

Being back home in Monaco after all these years felt like nothing she could describe. The familiar sights and smells made her realise just how home sick she was. And that didn’t even include seeing her friends and family again. Sure she had met up with a few over the years here and there but to be sitting across the table from her second mom Pascale was beat by nothing. She had only arrived at the airport a few days ago and they had been waiting for her. Pascale, Carla and Charlotte, Lorenzo’s girlfriend. The three women had engulfed her and she knew she needed to come back more often. But it was when she saw Arthur and Lorenzo that she really felt back. She hadn’t seen Charles yet but she wasn’t surprised. They hadn’t spoken again since Alexandra had been discharged but she had noticed that he had followed her on Instagram. They were busy discussing some wedding plans when Charles and Alexandra arrived. The feel of his lips against her skin when he had kissed her cheeks lightly burned. How was it possible that after all these years he still made her feel things. After everyone had settled and enjoyed lunch, y/n had excused herself under the pretence of seeing some other old friends. She had just reached Pascale’s car which she was borrowing when Charles stopped her. “My car.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m driving.”

“Okay, well have fun,” she said opening the door. But he pushed it closed making her realise how close he was.

“Cherie, don’t argue with me please. Get in my car.”

“Why?”

“Because we need to talk. I’m not above dragging you,” he smirked.

“Sure, but what would your people think?”

“Our people, and I don’t care.” She bit her lip thinking about it. He reached out and pulled her lip out. “Don’t do that. Am I dragging you?”

She shook her head. “Fine.”

He went around the side and opened the door for her waiting for her to get in before closing it. He walked over to the drivers side and climbed in. “Where to?”

“You tell me, seeing as how I’m here against my will.”

“And I thought you wanted to go somewhere?”

“I wanted air.”

He nodded in understanding. “Ok I know where to go.”

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

They drove around for a while before he pulled into the marina. He got out and was by her side before she had a chance to unbuckle her seat belt. “The marina?”

“Yep, I know how much you love the open water.”

“Last I checked,” she waved an arm around, “this is the marina not open water.”

“Technicalities Mon Amour. Come on.” He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her along the jetty towards his boat. “After you.”

She climbed aboard the boat and made herself comfortable while Charles got them out into open water. He watched her as he drove, she was more beautiful then ever and he had missed her when she left. Hell he still missed her everyday. “Cherie?”

She looked towards him. “Why do you still call me those nicknames?”

“Because they are yours.”

“What about Alex?” she asked looking back over the water.

“What about her?”

“I’m sure she can’t be happy that you out here with me. Besides don’t you call her those things?”

“No. And we are free to do what we want.” He stopped the boat and went to sit down beside her. “What did you mean? Back in Chicago.”

“Charles I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“You owe me an explanation.” She looked at him. “You left. You basically cut me out of your life, no goodbye, no reason. You ignored my calls, my messages. Why?”

“Charlotte.”

“What does this have to do with my brother’s girlfriend?”

“Your girlfriend Charlotte. She was your type, beautiful and smart.”

He sat back, “I know I have a type. What I don’t understand is your point.”

“She’s not my type.”

“Excuse me?”

“I heard you talking to her, the night of your mom’s dinner. You told her I wasn’t your type.”

“Yn I said what I had to say to keep the powers that be happy. You’re more my type then any other girl. You’re the smartest person I’ve every met. And why do you think I call you Belle?” he took her hand and pulled her close. “Every inch of you is perfect and beautiful.”

He ran his fingers down across her cheek. She closed her eyes at his touch and bit down on her lip. He groaned. “What?”

“The only one who gets to bit those lips is me.” He took hold of her chin and pulled her in for a kiss.

She knew it was wrong and she felt like she couldn’t trust him but her body reacted of its own accord and she responded. It was only when he pulled her into his lap that she came to her senses. She pushed off him and began to pace. “No. You can’t do that.”

“Cherie.”

“Charles no. You treated us like a secret. For over a year, we had to sneak around and when others were around it was like I was invisible.”

“We agreed that it was for the best. You know how the media and the fans can be.”

“No you decided that and I went along with it because I love you. Yet Charlotte and Alexandra get hate. I’ve seen it and you don’t bat an eye.”

“I thought I was protecting you. I knew how hard it was for you, how you felt like you weren’t enough. But Bebe you have always been enough for me. More than.”

“What about our families?”

“I admit that was for my own selfish gain.”

“What do you mean?”

“I liked having you all to myself. Just us and no one else. Arthur already has you as his best friend. Maman sees you as her daughter. I just wanted you for me.”

“Charles,”

“No, I was a selfish bastard.” He got up and walked over to her needing to touch her. “It was so hard watching other guys talk to you especially the drivers. But knowing you were mine made it easier.” He pulled her flush against him. “Cherie, I’m sorry for all of it. If I can go back and change things I would. I just wish you would have talked to me.”

“Would it have changed anything? I was always going to go to med school.”

“I know, but I would have been by your side. Supporting you just like you did for me.”

She tried to pull away from him, knowing that if she didn’t she was going to give in to need for him. “Charles please let me go.”

“If you can tell me you don’t still love me.”

“What?” she choked.

“You said you went along with me because you love me. Present tense. So Cherie look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t and I’ll let you go.”

“I.....”

“Why are you crying Cherie?” he asked brushing her tears.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

‘Say I don’t love you.” He pulled her in for a searing kiss but before things got out of hand, she pulled away. “I’m getting married Charles.”

He stepped back in surprise. “You’re getting married?”

“Yes.”

Sitting back down he patter the seat next to him. She sat down. “Who is he?”

“His name is Ryan and he is a detective back in Chicago.”

“Why isn’t he here and where is your ring?”

“He is testifying on a case but he’ll be here for the wedding. As for the ring, it was too big so it’s getting resized.”

Charles couldn’t believe it. He had thought it would the two of them together forever but now she was telling him that some other guy was going to get to make her his wife. “When?”

“When?”

“Are you getting married?”

“We haven’t got a date yet.”

“Why not?”

“Just been busy and we just got engaged a month ago.”

“Ok.”

“Okay?”

“I have time.” Charles got up and went to start the boat

“Time for what?”

He just winked at her and turned the boat back towards the marina.

As soon as he had dropped her at his mom’s house, Charles made his way to his brother’s place. “Arthur, I need you to help me get Yn back.”

“Back?”

“You have beer? We need to talk.”

 

Over the next few days Y/n found herself been teamed up with Charles at almost every event. Not to mention she received a lot of little gifts here and there, she knew it was Charles. Ryan arrived just five days before the wedding and Yn was happy to see him but she didn’t miss the way Charles would watch them or the fact that Alexandra wasn’t around. The night of the rehearsal dinner Arthur dropped the bomb that y/n and Charles would be walking down the aisle together and as party of the wedding party they would be sharing a dance. She pulled Arthur away just before dessert. “What are you doing?”

“No idea what you mean?”

“I’m supposed to be walking with Enzo.”

“Change of plans, Carla wanted Charlotte and Lorenzo and you and Charles.”

“Why are you both pushing me and Charles together?”

He shrugged, “We’re not. It’s just how it’s worked out. Come on y/n it’s one day. Look I know things with you and Charles is complicated...”

“You have no idea,” she mumbles.

“Actually, I do.”

“What?”

Arthur looked towards the door, making sure they were alone. “Charles told me.”

“How much?”

“All of it. I wished you would have told me. I kinda sensed that something was different, the fact that he was always worried about you and how he’d get irritated when some guy was talking to you. I should have seen it.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept it from you. You’re my best friend.”

“It’s okay. He explained it all. Even the part of Charlotte. She never made him happy. Now I know why.”

She walked over to a little bench and sat down. “It doesn’t matter now anyway. He’s with Alex and I’m with Ryan.”

Arthur joined her, “They broke up “

“Who?”

“Charles and Alex. That day when you two disappeared, that night after he told me everything he broke up with her.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s in love with you.”

“Arthur...”

“Y/n hear me out.” She nodded for him to continue. “Do you know he went after you?”

“He did?”

He nodded. “It was a few months after you left for America. He had to wait for summer as he had back to back races but I remembered he would pester me with information about where you were. Apparently you blocked him. But he found a picture of you with some of your class mates and he was able to track you down to Baltimore but by the time he got there you had gone on summer vacation with some of your friends.”

“He never told me.”

“He never told me why he was going there. He just said he was taking a trip to the US. He knows he screwed up big time and I know that he is in love with you. The question is how do you feel?”

“He knows how I feel but I love Ryan. We’re getting married. I can’t just throw the last 4 years of my life away. Besides I live in Chicago my home, my job it’s there.”

He took her hand, “Petal you are my best friend and you know I love you and want only the best for you. Whether that’s Charles or Ryan, only you can decide. But I want you to promise me that you well think about things before you actually marry Ryan. Before you commit yourself to anything.”

She nodded. He pulled her close and kissed her upon her head. Before getting up and re-joining the party. She sat there for a few more minutes before Ryan came out looking for her. She got up took his hand and kissed him before they too re-joined the party.

 

The day of the wedding arrived and even though Carla was supposed to be the show stopper, Charles could not take his eyes off of y/n. The dark purple dress that Carla had picked for her bridesmaids looked amazing on her. It flowed down her body in soft silk, hair up exposing her beautiful cream neck. That neck that he loved to suck on, leaving his mark on her. He had sent her little gifts, everything she loved. But he knew his time was running out of he was going to get her back, He hated seeing her with Ryan, he just hoped that his plan would work.

“You look gorgeous Mon Amour.” Charles finally had the opportunity to talk to her and have her on his arms as the bridal party took to the dance floor. Arthur had made sure to pick a good song which allowed him to hold her close to his body without suspicion.

“You can’t call me that anymore Charles. You know that.”

“I’ll never stop call you that, or Cherie or Belle. Because that’s who you are. I don’t care about Ryan.”

“He’s my fiancé.”

“For now.”

“Just what does that mean?”

“You haven’t set a date.”

“So?”

“So are you sure you want to marry him?”

She tried to pull away but he held her tighter, tight enough to make her gulp. “Charles,”

“Song is still playing. Might raise some questions Cherie.”

“Well maybe I don’t care.”

“Oh you care because your fiancé is watching and if you rush away now, he’ll have questions. How are you gonna explain to him that you have feelings for someone else?”

“Don’t do this Charles.”

“I love you and you love me.”

“It’s not that simple. You know that.”

With that the song ended and she was finally able to move away from him. He did not get the chance to be alone with her again that night.

Two days after the wedding Ryan had to return home and Yn was staying behind a few more days. She and Pascale were spending some time together when she got a phone call.

“Hello?”

“Good Afternoon is this Dr Yn DuPont?”

“That is correct. Who may I ask is this?”

“My name is Giovanni Merlenti I worked for the FIA. We’re the....”

“I know who the FIA is, I grow up around Formula 1.”

“That’s right, I read that in your resume.”

“My resume? I apologise for being blunt but why are you calling me?”

“Its about the job. We would very much like for you to join our team. Your resume speaks for its self and added to that the recommendations we’re received, well you’re perfect for the position.”

“What position?”

“Head of our medical staff. You’ll be travelling the world with the formula one teams making sure that everyone, especially the drivers are healthy and should the need arise make sure they are taken care of should anything happen.”

“I’m sorry Mr Merlenti but I didn’t send in my resume. I wasn’t even aware of the position.”

“Of course, we received it from a team principal, you come highly recommended.”

“Which team principal?” she asked bit having the feeling she already knew the answer.

“It doesn’t matter Dr DuPont. I can sense that this has come as a surprise but I would really like you to think about it. You will of course be well paid and get to see the world. I have your email address, so I will send you a contract to go through and give you a few days to think about it. You can respond to that email. Have a good day further.”

“Thank you. Good bye.” She put down the phone, fuming. Just what the hell was Charles doing?

 

Charles had just sat down to watch a movie when someone started banging on his door. He put down his cup of coffee. “I’m coming, just relax.” When he opened the door he came face to face with a very pissed of Yn. “Hey Cherie.”

“Don’t ‘Hey Cherie;’ me. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she slammed her purse on the kitchen counter. He walked over to her and reached out his hand which she slapped away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Calm down Yn and tell me what’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? You applied for a position with the FIA for me?”

“Oh that.”

She hit him in the arm, quite hard. “That’s all you have to say? Why would you do that? I have a job.”

“Yeah, in Chicago.”

“It’s my home.”

“No, you’re home is here in Monaco. Actually technically it’s with me.”

She sighed, “I’m not having this discussion with you again. I’m getting married Charles. You need to accept that.”

“I can’t,” he said moving closer and trapping her between his body and the counter. He placed his hands on either side of her.

“Move.”

He shook his head, “Why haven’t you set a date yet?”

“I told you, we’ve been busy. We both have hectic jobs.”

“The truth Yn. Are you in love with him?”

“Stop.”

“Answer the question first.”

“I love him ok?”

He shook his head and lifted a hand to run his thumb across her lips. “That’s not what I asked.”

“Please.”

“Does his touch make you ache like mine does?” he ran his finger down her neck towards her chest. “Does he make you wet just thinking about his fingers, like I do? Does he touch you in just the right places? Does he even know the right places?” She felt her eyes close as his hand continued to travel down her body to the hem of her dress. While he leaned in and started trailing little kisses on her neck. She instinctual moved her head to the side to give him better access. She let out a moan as she felt his hand slip under the dress and into her panties. “Your already dripping Belle. Can he make you do that?”

“Charlie,” she gasped as he easily slid a finger into her wet pussy.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he looked her in the eye finger still inside her but not moving. “Tell me now.”

Without a word she crashed her lips onto his. He pulled his hand out and grabbed her making her jump into his arms. He wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to his room never detaching his lips from hers.

He made her stand as he removed her dress and underwear before pushing her onto the bed. He made quick work of his own clothes and joined her on the bed, his lips leaving searing kisses along her body. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head as he gently slipped his cock inside her warm, wet walls.

“Charlie,” she moaned as he filled her up, reaching the deepest parts.

“Tell me what you want, what you need Cherie.”

“You.”

He began moving faster and harder, the sounds of skin slapping on skin, heavy breathing and moans that were like music to his ears. He let go of her hands so that he could touch her clit while he moved his cock in and out.

“Please go faster,” she cried as she grabbed onto the bed sheets, the pleasure building inside her. She didn’t know if she could last much longer.

He knew it, he knew her body, just how to make her squirm and thrive. “You look so beautiful. You were made for me Mon Amour. And I was made for you. Cum for me,”

“I’m close. Don’t stop, please.”

He felt her tightening around him, and he could feel his own ache coming, “Let go Amour.” He felt her body begin to shake as she reached ecstasy crying out the name he loved to hear caused him to explode inside her , coating he walls with his cum. He flopped down next to her pull her with him so that he was still inside her. Just the fucked out look on her face made his cock twitch again. He kissed her, before pulling her into him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you and Alex broke up?”

“I didn’t want you to blame yourself.”

“But you broke up with her because of me?”

“I broke up with her because I didn’t love her. It would have ended soon anyway. No one lasts because their not you.”

“Charles.”

He kissed her again to silence her. “ No, lets just enjoy this. Tomorrows problems are tomorrows. Right now all I want to do is hear you scream my name again.” He pulled out of her causing her to whine. “Oh Cherie, just you wait. I’m not done with you.” Sliding down the bed he grabbed her legs and pulled her down placing each leg on either side of his head he dipped down ready to taste.

The sunshine work him up and he turned with a smile which quickly fell away as he saw the empty bed beside him except for a piece of paper with two simple words, “Goodbye Charlie.”

It had been several weeks since she left and Charles had not heard from her at all. He had thought about calling her but he had realised that this was her answer. He missed her, it was almost eating him up in side and he knew it was effecting his driving. He was struggling out there and today’s qualifying was the tip of the ice berg. He had just barely made it through to Q2 of the English Grand Prix when he lost control of his car and ended up in the barrier. It wasn’t a bad crash but he had some how managed to cut his arm while getting out the car and was currently waiting in the med bay to see the doctor. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear someone come in until they spoke.

“You miss me that much?”

His head shot up at the sound of her voice, “Cherie?”

“Hey Charlie. I’m sorry I left. I had to go back and sort some things out. I mean if I’m going to be travelling the world with f1 I had to pack up in Chicago.”

“You took the job?” he replied getting up.

She nodded.

“What about Ryan?”

“I ended it. You were right, I never picked a date because even though I loved him, I wasn’t on love with him.”

“Really?” he smirked.

“Yeah, turns out there’s the Monegasque guy who kinda stole my heart along time ago. And I can’t seem to find anyone who makes me feel the way he does.”

“Do you want someone else to do that?”

“No, I want him. But I’m not sure he is available.”

“Oh I know for a fact his available.” He pulled her into his arms.

“Careful, we need to fix that arm.”

“It can wait. I need my girl more.”

“Charlie,”

“Don’t call me that here Cherie.”

“Why?”

“While I don’t think you’ll want me to take you right here do you?”

“I love you but nope.”

“I love you too Cherie. And as soon as I get this arm fixed up and do my media duties I’m taking you out on a date.”

“Really? Where we going?”

“Somewhere extremely public. I want the world to know who is the love of my life and who is going to be my future wife and mother of my children.”

“Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself there?”

“I lost you once Cherie. I have no intention of ever making that mistake again. You stuck with me for life.”

“I like the sound of that.”

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader

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Wooing a dreamboat's grave in "Lisa Frankenstein"

Warning! Spoilers! If you’re my type of person, then you likely relate to a scene in ‘Lisa Frankenstein” where Lisa (Kathryn Newton) steps awkwardly into a party and immediately recoils in disinterest at its prospects: Normies, popular people, jocks, bad jokes and even worse conversation. Awash in a sea of coddled conformity and vanilla personalities, Lisa wants to disappear. And she does – via a drink spiked with PCP and its vile consequences. 

The scene is in stark contrast to an earlier one, which establishes Lisa as a romantic goth whose happy place is to sit beneath the handsome bust of an expired hottie’s grave and read poetry to it. Dead or not, Lisa is in deep with the dead. Her comfort zone isn’t with people. Hell, it’s not even amongst the living. All she needs is the fantasy of a cute guy – pulse be damned. For many teen girls, dead celebrities make for the perfect untainted crush: Kurt Cobain, Heath Ledger, Brittany Murphy, Tupac, River Phoenix, Elliott Smith Aaliyah, James Dean, Jeff Buckley, Anton Yelchin. For decades (hell, probably centuries), teen girls have been able to project their fantasies onto the pin-ups of the formerly living – the more tragic, the better. Dead celebrities can’t age, make gross missteps, or date someone you hate. As a result, they can never disappoint you or let you down. They simply remain beautiful and idealised – a butterfly pinned within a frame. “Lisa Frankenstein” takes this fantasy to the ideal next level. Lisa’s wooing of a corpse and her unbridled passion for him is so gigantic it’s almost a cosmic event. Sure, it’s the lightning bolt of a storm that wakes The Creature (Cole Sprouse). But to anybody who’s ever swooned so hard that their heart has felt big enough to swallow the whole universe, there’s an obvious truth: Lisa’s love was so electric that it woke the dead. 

Stories rarely allow women to not only fantasise in this way but to take the opportunity to make their fantasy flesh. There are countless stories about lonely, misunderstood, and horny men who see their most potent sexual and romantic dream babes conjured into a living, breathing fuck machine: “Weird Science”, “Ex Machina”... “Splice” (though, good grief, how I wish that last one didn’t go there). While other movies like “Poor Things” and “Frankenhooker” approach this tale from a perspective that pokes holes in such tropes and empowers the object of affection, such a story nonetheless persists. Outside of an episode of “Sabrina the Teenage Witch” where Sabrina uses a dubious ‘Man Dough’ recipe from her chronically single aunts to create a date for the dance, I’m stumped as to recall any others. (Since I know you’re intrigued, Sabrina adds too much enthusiasm into the mix, and a supremely cute but overly perky Brian Austin Green pops out of the oven like a young Nick Cage on “Wogan”. He’s no Harvey Kinkle, that’s for sure). In “Lisa Frankenstein”, our titular heroine very actively indulges her romantic and sexual feelings toward The Creature. Tongueless and speechless throughout the film, Sprouse’s character exists solely for Lisa’s gratification. As she helps rebuild and restore him to the living, she also restores herself. Previously, Lisa, too, had developed reactive mutism following the murder of her mother. But with The Creature, she confidently begins to get her voice back – even if she does use it to enthusiastically encourage the occasional cold-blooded murder (hey, nobody’s perfect). 

By the end, it’s just like my boy Nietsche says: She who fucks a monster might take care lest she become a monster. Except Lisa’s pretty okay with having the abyss gaze back into her. That abyss is her happy place, and that monster is her boo. This is the place where poetry becomes born into flesh and blood, creating the cutest boy she could have ever hoped to have sewn a severed penis onto. A place where love – even the mere fantasy of it – is all a person needs to sustain them. Pulse be damned.

#lisa frankenstein #diablo cody #lisa swallows #lisa x creature #film essays #film #cinema #girlhood #hell is a teenage girl

[cosmiccandyangel]

🌀🌟what are the zodiac signs tho?¿🌟🌀

back @ it again w another humorous, ~pOeTiC~ astrology post. apply it to ALL ur placements! enjoy :)

***do NOT plagiarize, the stars will smite ye

🌟🌟🌟

♈️aries- fireball babies, blazing speedsters, shy guys, victorious vixens, cherry pie-eatin contest cheaters(hehe I love u aries), trophy fiends, excitable sight seers

♉️taurus- homey homies, the teddy bears at fun fairs, domineering designers, tastiest pastries in the case, heartthrobs of the hearth, if sensuality were a scented candle

♊️gemini- geometric magicians, daredevil divas, rubix cube cuties, walking encyclopedias, bubble-breathing dragons, questionable questioners

♋️cancer- moon gems, blubbering belles, quirky cuddlebugs, bubble-blowing ship captains, cozy mama/papa bears, flower field friends, the freedom of sea foam

♌️leo- iridescent dolls, theatrical thots, third eye thespians, confetti clowns, bedazzled showstoppers, playtime pals, loyal loonies, if candle flames could dance to a beat

♍️virgo- nervous nurses, picnic basket pixies, master meal preppers, sluts for soaps, irresistible know-it-alls, tried and true teachers, selenite tower souls

♎️libra- divine debutantes, lucky charms, rose garden fairies, bejeweled bewitchers, smooth operators, flighty flirts, gems of justice, cheeky lil cherubs

♏️scorpio- fallen angel gone phoenix, succubus in satin, brooding brethren, deep space psychologists, introspective starseeds, magnetic mysteries, corn maze conquerors

♐️sagittarius- starchild gone wild, philosophical fools, traveling churches, sunkissed sinners, solitary earth-steppers, an on-the-go kinda ho, poppin’ party favors

♑️capricorn- cash money honeys, if ATMs were a striptease, housing market hustlers, crystalline queens, frugal fruit cups, salty saviors, corporate bear cubs(baby bears in suits, duh), big shots of the backyard barbecue

♒️aquarius- electric aliens, butterfly chasers, jaw-dropping dreamboats, the wind beneath your wings, wacky wackjobs, ‘treat yourself’ trendsetters, hypnotic hearts of gold

♓️pisces- rainbow riders, psychedelic silly nillies, moonbeam dreams, celestial sleepyheads, cosmic comedians, cloud mermaids, water-walking witches

#astrology #zodiac signs #zodiac #aries #taurus #cancer #gemini #Leo #virgo #libra #Scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #astro observations

[navybrat817]

Where We Left Off

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You're in love with your best friend who is determined to make the most of your vacation together. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Light angst, friends reconnecting, unrequited feelings (or so you think), slight feels (it's me), future fun, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: New AU called Reconnect because why not? Meet Dreamboat and Butterfly. For @the-slumberparty 's June's Monthly Challenge : Bikini and Beach, and Smut Hub Summer Camp Bingo @sagechanoafterdark: Choose Your Vibes: Summer. Thank you @flordeamatista for the inspiration and pre-reading! ❤️ Any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was a couple of summers ago when you realized you were in love with Bucky Barnes. When you looked back on your friendship, you wondered how it took you so long to realize it. Like how his smile made your heart race whenever he looked your way. Or how you found a solid ground and safe space together, each of you able to confide in the other.

He made you feel safe.

"You're my best friend."

Nothing more.

You stared out the living room window with a sigh, the beach house blanketed by the heavy sound of rain. While it had been bright and sunny just minutes ago, the sky was now dark and misty. You shivered as you wrapped your towel tighter around your wet body, enchanted by the summer storm instead of going to your room to change. It figured you'd buy a new swimsuit for the trip and only get to wear it outside for a minute.

"So much for lounging on the beach."

You smiled softly as you glanced at Bucky beside you, who ran a hand through his long, soaked hair. He hadn't bothered to keep his towel after the two of you rushed back inside, clad in just his blue trunks that matched the shade of his eyes. You scolded yourself for letting your gaze roam along his sun kissed, muscular body.

You didn't have the right to look at him that way.

"Yeah. So much for that," you said, the towel doing little to keep you warm as the air conditioner kicked on. "Maybe our punishment for getting started without everyone?"

Steve, another one of Bucky's best friends, put together a weeklong trip for the gang. So far, you and Bucky were the only two at the beach house. Everyone else wasn't going to be there until the evening. That was why you went for an immediate swim once you picked your room. The storm would likely put the group behind even more and now you were stuck inside with Bucky.

Why had you agreed to show up early?

Why did you have to be alone with him?

Why do I have to love him?

"Maybe," he said with a stretch, drawing attention to his wide chest. "Since it doesn't look like it's slowing down at all, why don't we cuddle on the couch? Catch up a bit?"

"Cuddle?" you scoffed, the sound more bitter than you intended as you turned to face him. "Why would we do that?"

A flicker of hurt passed over his eyes before he blinked it away. "Well, for one, you're cold. I can practically hear your teeth chattering," he replied. He wasn't a fan of being cold either, but he always ran warm. "And two, cuddling never bothered you before."

Your stomach flip-flopped. Bucky was right. He was the only male friend you ever snuggled with. Whenever you had a bad day, he didn't hesitate to throw a heavy arm around you and pull you against his chest. On good days, he found an excuse to keep you plastered by his side. He used to do it so often that most people assumed you were dating.

Wishful thinking.

"I'm sorry," you said, giving him the nicest smile you could manage even though it hurt to do so. "Been awhile since it was just the two of us and even longer than that since we cuddled."

The day it clicked that you saw Bucky as more than a friend was the day he introduced you to Dolores. Everyone called her Dot. The beautiful redhead looked good on his arm and you wondered why it wasn't you in her place. But you put on a brave face and smiled, even as your heart shattered. Because Bucky's happiness meant more than your feelings.

It didn't stop you from crying alone in the darkness where no one else could see.

"That's my fault," he whispered, sliding his fingers into his hair again and tugging harshly on the strands. You noticed he did that when he was upset. "And I'm sorry."

"Friendship goes both ways," you pointed out.

"You never faded out of my life when you dated anyone."

They weren't you, Bucky.

"I guess she was different," you smiled sadly.

The two of you still hung out and messaged each other while he dated Dot, but it was always as a group and the daily messages dwindled to chats here and there. You had the feeling that Dot didn't like you very much. In a way, you didn't fault her for that. Maybe she saw through you and knew you wanted Bucky.

Yet he was the one who broke up with her.

"You're allowed to be mad at me," he said as he took your hand and crossed the room to the couch. "I'd be mad at me."

"Right now, I'm just cold," you said, not wanting to dwell on the past. What good would it do?

He nodded slowly, almost like he was disappointed in your response. "Okay."

You shrieked when he pulled the towel away. It wasn't like he hadn't seen you minutes before in your bikini and you swore his gaze lingered on you long enough to consider it staring, but what was he doing? "What the hell?" you asked, but made no move to cover yourself.

Maybe I want him to see that I'm desirable.

Bucky let out a breath as he looked at you, your shivering having nothing to do with the cold. "You said you were cold, so let me warm you up," he urged, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch before he took a seat. "Please?"

Silence fell over you as you sat down beside him. He wasted no time putting the blanket over you and wrapping his arms around your shaking frame. You breathed in his familiar scent and found yourself fighting off tears, a bittersweet swirl of longing and comfort settling in your chest.

Because he embraced you as if you meant something to him.

"I missed you," he whispered, running a hand along your back.

Your heart clenched, focusing on the rain falling outside in a melancholy rhythm. "I missed you, too."

"But we have each other again."

"I wish that were true," you whispered.

Why did I say that?

His hand stilled, but you were too afraid to look at him. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Panic bubbled in your chest. You couldn't just blurt out your feelings like this. "I just mean you went from a constant to a fleeting moment in my life," you said, which was the truth. "I don't want things to fizzle after we leave."

Bucky used to be the brightest star in your sky. Then he became the shooting star you missed making a wish upon. But you would forever watch the sky if only to get a glimpse of his bright light.

"I'll make it up to you. I have this whole week to start," he promised, rubbing his chin along the top of your head. "I don't care what Steve has planned. I'm all yours."

You squeezed your eyes shut because you knew you'd cry if you didn't. He wasn't yours. Not really.

"I'm yours, too, Bucky."

I always will be.

Surely Bucky will sweep us off our feet, right? Love and thanks! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

#navybrat writes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female!reader #bucky barnes #best friend!bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #reconnect au #dreamboat and butterfly #navy and roo's sleepover #SmutHubSummerCamp23 #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x female!reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan

[askthechronoverse]

So it's already canon that Rex is a classic rock fan, but I wonder- what does RJ think of Heart?

Hey! I get ta talk about human music!

Honestly? Probably up there as one of the greats in my book. 10/10, could listen to Heart all day.

So this is Little Queen. It's good stuff an' I ain't just talkin about the song "Barracuda". That's the big hit, but "Kick it Out" is amazing an' so is "Dream of the Archer". I tend to have this album on for the most part, but I do also listen to Dog and Butterfly and Dreamboat Annie while I'm working on stuff.

#ask and you shall receive •||• answered ask #asked by: anonymous #we promise his shirt is only kind of related. #character •||• the wildcard

[mcgnagallsarmy]

Spuffy style Reading Challenge - #7: Decades

1910s:

Proud Trophies Won in Foreign Fight by Baphrosia [NC-17]

Instead of sending Buffy on to her well-deserved reward, Glory's portal spits Buffy out into Spike's evil past.

1920s:

Hear Them Roar by kats_meow [R]

All's swell here in Sunnydale, CA. Ragtime plays. Hotsy-totsy flapper Buffy Summers slays. The bootleg giggle waters flow, and what happens in the military "internment camp" known as Hellville only the HSTs really know. But there’s some kind of phonus balonus on the Hellmouth that’s making the Slayer feel screwy. Not that Buffy wants to be a wet blanket or cast a kitten, but she’s no chump and she’s about to get sore. She can’t toot the wrong ringer, so she’ll have to put the screws on that grifter, Spike - Hostile #17 himself. He’ll either give her the rap, or earn another poke right in the kisser. Savvy? That’s the crop!

1940s:

We Will Remember Them... by Lilachigh [NC-17]

In 1943, to save Dru, Spike agrees to go to France to save the Slayer who is held captive by the Germans. In 2000 Sunnydale, Buffy - newly returned from the grave and in a relationship with Spike - agrees to time travel back to France to save a Slayer and kill a vampire.

1950s:

Milkshakes & Motorcycles by Grief Counseling [NC-17]

Buffy Summers, one heck of a gal, lives in a perfect 1950s All-American suburb of Sunnydale, California. She's a sophomore in college but she lives at home, she’s the neighborhood sweetheart, and loves cherry lollipops, bubblegum, making milkshakes at the diner, and dancing her god-fearing heart out. But what happens when a total dreamboat greaser from across the pond comes a-rumblin’ on his motorcycle to Sunnydale? He turns her pearl-clutching town upside down, that’s what!

1960s:

Bleeding Poetry by Dusty [NC-17]

All his life, the words just bled out.

1970s:

The Darkling by OffYourBird [NC-17]

When Buffy’s quest to get Spike returned to her is fulfilled in an unexpected way, she finds herself in a complicated relationship with an intrigued master vampire who isn’t the man she loves, but who might be someday… if she can convince him to step out of the dark.

1980s:

A Different Kind of Hell by OffYourBird [NC-17] - there is like 1 chapter that takes place in the 80s but this is the most I could find for this decade

Jumping through Glory's tower portal, Buffy and Spike find themselves in a hell dimension they never expected. One that looks suspiciously like 1880's London. Will they find a way back home? Will the truth behind William the Bloody at last make itself known? Will Buffy ever stop butchering the Queen's English? Join them and find out. Starts off at the end of "The Gift."

1990s:

The Butterfly Effect by cousinjean [NC-17]

Five months after the events of "Chosen," a still grieving Buffy must follow a time-travelling demon back to 1997 (circa Season 2) Sunnydale to prevent him from destroying the timeline--and try not to destroy it herself in the process.

2000s:

My Life Closed Twice by anaross [R]

Post-Not Fade Away. Buffy seeks Spike's remains, but then finds him in the most unusal place.

2010s:

Lost & Found by bramcrackers [NC-17]

Set in 2019. 17-year-old Buffy runs from an abusive home and happens to meet a grieving Spike in L.A. Time goes wonky and Buffy ends up back in Sunnydale, trying to navigate the life of a Potential and hold onto her fledgling relationship with Spike.

Fic spanning multiple decades:

A Different Kind of Christmas by OffYourBird [NC-17]

Inconvenient demons, ripped fishnets, and a harried Giles abound. It must be Christmastime with Liz and Elly. Join them for a century and a half of holidays in this special Jumpverse one-shot. (Fair warning: if you haven’t read the previous installments of the Jumpverse, this will likely not make very much sense.)

#Buffy The Vampire Slayer #btvs #spuffy #ficrec #reading challenges #tvylrswift #tales-of-stories #sunalsolove

[anthonybialy]

Josh Allen Dates in His League

It’s not a competition.  But I win the title of biggest Hailee Steinfeld fan. I even vaguely know why she's famous.  The voice of Gwen Stacy is now Buffalo’s First Lady as if nerds weren’t already envious of our de facto executive.  Like Jerry Seinfeld when Elaine’s dating Keith Hernandez, I’m jealous of everybody. 

I made sure to spell her name correctly to flaunt my dedication.  Copying and pasting was a worthwhile investment this past weekend that taught me through repetition.  As an expert on her career, I’ve known how to type her name correctly without checking for a few days now.  If I got it wrong, I would have to pretend it was a joke about ignorance of her oeuvre.  Simultaneously, I now don’t care for our quarterback’s ex whatshername, a free agent who can date a Patriot.

Hailee is an actress and singer, according to information I totally didn’t just glean from her Wikipedia. My expertise on all things Buffalo Bills extends to learning why she’s famous.  An actress and pop star dates a fellow double threat.

A transaction can alter perception.  Buffalonians suddenly prefer the True Grit remake to the original, which is a matter of taste and not that the city’s most beloved dreamboat is courting one of its stars. I also now have an opinion about the Pitch Perfect movie series, which may seem weird but is not much different than thinking Dalton Kincaid is just the sort of player I want to cheer for right as he’s drafted.

Life can change in a moment.  Take how her ubiquitously incessant hit Starving used to infiltrate my brain and play on a loop as a cruel joke from an uncaring universe that didn’t care how my thoughts weren’t something I wanted to think.  But I now welcome encountering her emblematically classic tune that puts anything Verdi wrote to shame.  What was earlier in the month an incessant torment that offered a preview of eternal damnation has become a chance to experience transcendent musical genius repeatedly.

In particular, the once-curious line expressing fondness by informing the singer's partner that she “Don’t need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zoo” is now worthy of Westerberg.  Like trying to look past Terrell Owens’s myriad transgressions, we seek the upside of new allies.

Learning about who Josh Allen dates is my new offseason hobby.  Taking a very not creepy interest in his time away from work is just another way of showing appreciation.  We swear it’s dedicated and not deranged.

Caring about the doings of admired athletes shows thoroughness.  That's why I found myself interested in what bank Stefon Diggs thought was best for me.  Caring about a certain update just because a particular person is involved applies to celebrity endorsements of corporations or relationships.

Steinfeld could become even more beloved in her adopted homeland if she affects play in one direction.  A glamorous pairing is ideally part of a fully happy life.  Allen doesn’t seem like the type who finds focus in anguish like a miserable single writer who uses personal desolation to mine material and a grudge.  Fellow AFC East quarterback Aaron Rodgers has gone through a handful of romantic affiliations involving ladies with popular Instagram accounts, which could be a trend worth following.

Star power should only be the main attraction when it’s on the field.  But it's nice to recognize fellow backers from somewhere other than Wegmans. Monitoring which humans we know are sitting in suites is the result, not the goal.  The urge to align with success applies to allurement just like it does athletics.  It’s a good problem to determine who’s hopped on the bandwagon.

Following sports is already bizarre.  Zealots care more than anything about who moves a ball forward better.  Worrying intently about ligaments of people we may never meet has come to feel normal.  Wondering about partners is the next natural step in its way.

I blame the calendar for my Tiger Beat tendencies.  Charting wooing is a byproduct of just how much time fans must fill between play.  But even a 40-game NFL season would still feature some days between them.  Thinking about where players are taking flames to dinner creates a break from thinking about the next touchdown’s form.

Post this on Page Six.  Allen is turning football columns into gossip forums.  Someone with multiple talents is dating Steinfeld.  It’s a sign of just how much attention he draws that Hailee groupies who might not be able to explain a zone blitz know she’s going out with some football guy.  

Questions about the upcoming season revolve around play-calling direction.  I wonder when will we found out Hailee’s favorite pizza parlor.  The answer could endear her even further to Erie County’s residents and enthusiasts.  A quarterback succeeding in multiple ways enjoys time with a new beau in between playing cornerback at OTAs.  Welcoming her as family is how we can make her feel at home.  Does she like football?

#Josh Allen #Buffalo Bills

[longliverockback]

Heart The Essential Heart 2002 Legacy ————————————————— Tracks CD One: 01. Crazy on You 02. Magic Man 03. Dreamboat Annie (Reprise) 04. Barracuda 05. Little Queen 06. Kick It Out 07. Love Alive 08. Heartless 09. Straight On 10. Dog & Butterfly 11. Silver Wheels 12. Even It Up 13. Rock and Roll 14. Tell It Like It Is 15. Unchained Melody 16. This Man Is Mine 17. How Can I Refuse 18. Allies

Tracks CD Two: 01. What about Love 02. Never 03. These Dreams 04. Nothin’ at All 05. If Looks Could Kill 06. Alone 07. Who Will You Run To 08. There’s the Girl 09. I Want You So Bad 10. All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You 11. Wild Child 12. I Didn’t Want to Need You 13. Stranded 14. Secret 15. You’re the Voice 16. Will You Be There (in the Morning) 17. Black on Black II 18. Ring Them Bells 19. The Road Home —————————————————

Mark Andes

Denny Carmassi

Michael DeRosier

Roger Fisher

Steve Fossen

Howard Leese

Ann Wilson

Nancy Wilson

Richie Zito

* Long Live Rock Archive

#Heart #Heart Band #Mark Andes #Denny Carmassi #Michael DeRosier #Roger Fisher #Steve Fossen #Howard Leese #Ann Wilson #Nancy Wilson #Richie Zito #The Essential Heart #Essential #Compilation #Hard #2002

[tinamrazik]

HEART In Concert at Hard Rock Live at Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino Hollywood, Fla April 25th, 2024

The Royal Flush 2024 Tour is the big winner tonight in Hollywood

I can't quite remember the first time I saw Heart live in concert. My recollection is that it was for their PASSIONWORKS tour in 1983. If I were able to ask a dearly departed friend (EM), I'm sure he would know the exact date, venue in South Florida, and probably what Ann and Nancy Wilson were wearing. Precise memory recall must be a wonderful thing. Over the years I have seen the ladies’ countless times including a meet-and-greet for their BAD ANIMALS tour in 1987. I do remember that vividly. They were both so gracious and lovely and Ann was sporting blue colored tinted hair. I have to say, I thought that was pretty cool.  That experience and show is something I will never forget and am very grateful for. That being said, I am a seasoned veteran to Heart’s Rock and Roll extravaganzas. This evening at the Hard Rock Live at Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino Hollywood, Fla, their Royal Flush 2024 tour kicks off an amazing run that will continue through December. Tonight was their 3rd stop.

Their performance this evening was all Heart all the time. Going back their first album release, DREAMBOAT ANNIE in 1976 to the present day (a new Heart song was in the mix, ROLL THE DICE), they represented the best of the best. Along with the band Tripsitter (Ann Wilson’s solo ensemble includes Ryan Waters - guitars, Sean T. Lane - drums and bike, Paul Moak - guitars, keyboards, backing vocals, Tony Lucido - bass, backing vocals, Ryan Wariner - lead and rhythm guitar), Nancy Wilson on guitar, is still a marvel to watch and a lesson to every player out there, women ROCK!  Ann Wilson, the greatest female singer in rock history (yes, my opinion), still graces the stage with an incredible delivery and an untouchable vocal prowess. Not as mobile as in show’s past, having undergone knee replacement surgery, she sat center stage a good part of the show. No matter. She could be rolled out in a hospital bed and still hit all the high notes. And I would be there watching the show.

Of course, if you know me at all, my favorite moment in the set came with a two-song medley: ALONE (my favorite Heart song of all time) and WHAT ABOUT LOVE, which runs in my top ten. I have to admit however, I wish they had done both songs in their entirety. Heart’s STRAIGHT ON and David Bowie’s LET’S DANCE was another mash up that worked brilliantly, receiving quite an ovation from the audience. Of course, their many classics received the loudest hoots and hollers. NEVER, MAGIC MAN, THESE DREAMS, BARRACUDA (probably a good thing they didn’t title the song shark, or some other fish) and of course, the encore, CRAZY ON YOU. Their cover of Led Zepplin’s GOING TO CALIFORNIA, broke out the cell phone lights. While Ann Wilson’s and Tripsitter’s THIS IS NOW was graced with a reflective hush.

Heart’s ROYAL FLUSH 2024 TOUR is more than just a walk or dance down memory lane. Inductees to the Rock-and-Roll Hall of Fame, the honor is evident. Ann and Nancy haven’t missed a step or beat. Like fine wine that gets better with age, the women of Heart can still play and sing kick ass rock’n’roll.

SETLIST

Bebe Le Strange

Never

Love Alive

Roll The Dice

Magic Man

This Is Now

Little Queen

Straight On / Let's Dance

These Dreams

Dog & Butterfly

Dreamboat Annie

Going to California

4 Edward

Mistral Wind

Alone / What About Love

Barracuda

Encore:

Crazy On You

[retromusicart]

Heartless heartless

Ya keep on sinnin'

In the name of a rock and roll

Heart - Magazine (Mushroom, 1977) - Art direction by Bill Davis and Glenn Ross, illustrated by Loren Salazar

Did that note come straight out of the water or something? Or was it thrown off that rock?

When Dreamboat Annie became an unexpected hit while Heart recorded this album, Mushroom bought a full page ad for Rolling Stone magazine containing one of the most tasteless publicity stunts in the industry. The ad was structured as some sort of tabloid newspaper front page with an alternate shot from the Dreamboat Annie cover (where the Wilson sisters are topless) and a caption below that read: "Heart's Wilson Sisters Confess: 'It Was Only Our First Time!'" (No points for guessing what that's implying.) To say the Wilsons were pissed is an understatement. Coupled with a royalty dispute post-success, and Mushroom's lack of interest in releasing a second album, Heart producer Mike Flicker decided to jump ship to CBS's Portrait label, taking Heart with them and suspending all recording for this album. With the second album being contractually obligated, Mushroom put it out in its unfinished slate just a month before their Portrait debut, Little Queen.

The group was incensed, almost immediately filing a lawsuit against Mushroom accusing them of sabotage. The ruling was mixed: while they successfully got the album recalled from shelves, they were required to finish the album as contracted, so they begrudgingly returned to the studio for several days to put the finishing touches and the album was re-released in April 1978, six months before their next Portrait album Dog & Butterfly. Thankfully, it didn't damage Heart's career much, peaking at #17 on the Billboard 200, but the whole episode left a bitter taste in everyone's mouth.

Heart ultimately got the last laugh, as the fallout from Mushroom's behavior left the label in ruins. The man who instigated much of the conflict, vice president Shelly Siegel, died unexpectedly of an aneurysm in 1979, and the label was out of business the following year.

Image courtesy of Discogs.

#heart #magazine #1978 #70s rock #70s music #70s #albums #album #album covers #album cover #art #cover art

[epiphanyblog03]

SCENE 1

One of the classrooms at the University of Santo Tomas in 2019. A huge classroom filled with students that has chairs and cabinets at the back. It has a white screen in front along with the platform and teacher’s table.

Celeste (a student who was currently sleeping on her desk then she was woken up by her friend, Eunice, by shaking her whole body) WHAT?! (with irritation in her voice)

Eunice The new theology professor is coming. Fix yourself, Celeste! (give her mirror to Celeste)

(Celeste got the mirror from Eunice, then started to fix her hair. And the tall, handsome, and attractive even in the second glance guy came into the classroom and the reason why the room was filled with whispers)

Eunice OMG! (giggle) Our new teacher is such a dreamboat.

Classmate 1 Ampogi niya pero he looks suplado.

Classmate 2 Crush ko na si sir! (chuckles)

New Professor Class, settle down! (he drops his textbook on the teacher’s table, and as he does this, the classroom falls into silence). Good day, class! (walks around the platform and starts to write his name on the board) I am Mr. Sebastian Montefalco. (he looks at his students with a smile on his face and continues to talk) You can call me Prof. Seb, and I will be your sub professor in theology class for this semester.

(Celeste felt butterflies on her stomach after she heard the professor introduce himself. She observes Sebastian, who is writing something on the board)

Eunice (she brushes against Celeste with a smug face) He can see you staring, you know (while laughing). Someone’s got a crush (with a teasing voice)

Celeste WHAT!? shut up, as if! (rolled her eyes)

Eunice Whatever, Miss Salvador (smirk)

(The bell rang, and the class went on for a long time, but Celeste felt that it was a short meeting because she could not focus on the discussion. Since her attention was swayed by Sebastian)

Sebastian Okay, class (closed his book) let’s call it a day (he went to the teacher’s table and started to fix his things). Thank you and see you all next meeting (walk out of the room) (Eunice and Celeste packed their things and walk out of the room and continue to talk)

Eunice But girl! (look Celestine and started to talk) I admit that Prof. Seb was really handsome, and he knew a lot about theology.

Celeste (trying hard not to smile) hmmm…yeah? He’s uhm…handsome. (Eunice started to tease Celeste again until they had to part ways and go to their respective homes)

SCENE 2

(A cold afternoon in the Saint Gabriel Building, where the University Chapel and the office of the Chaplain Priest are located)

(Celeste is walking in the hallway of Saint Gabriel Building going to the office of the university chaplain priest)

(When Celeste reached the office, she opened the door and was supposed to go inside, but she stopped suddenly and became shocked at the person sitting inside the office)

Sebastian (remove his attention to his phone and look at the person in the door) Ohh…(thinking while his eyebrows stuck together) you a-a- are MISS SALVADOR! (high tone voice) right? (with normal voice while smiling)

(Celeste was just looking at him and nodded with a smile in response to his question. She walked inside and sat on the chair that was beside the chaplain’s office table and in front of Sebastian)

(Sebastian was about to question Celeste but the Chaplain Priest entered the office while holding a cup of coffee)

Chaplain Priest Good afternoon, Brother Seb and Miss Salvador (with a smile on his face)

(The two did the honoring gesture mano. And Celeste has a confused face after she heard that the chaplain priest called Sebastian a "brother". While Sebastian has a full smile on his face after he saw the priest)

Chaplain Priest (he put the coffee on the table and sat on his chair) There will be a youth camp and our school will be hosting it. (glances at Celeste with a smile) Since you are the campus youth leader, you are automatically the head of this event. (he looks at Sebastian) While Brother Seb will guide you–

Celeste Father, you mean, y–ou…ME? (her cheeks become red and her eyes became big)

(The priest laughs after he heard what Celeste said and Sebastian look Celestine with smirk)

Chaplain Priest Not specifically you, Ms. Salvador, (a smile on his face) but the youths, (and spelled the word youth) Y-O-U-T-H. (Sebastian has smile on his face while Celeste become silent)

Chaplain Priest Ohh! I know you guys are busy, I think we can call it a day.

(with a genuinely smile on his face)

(Sebastian and Celeste has smile also on their face)

Chaplain Priest Well that’s all I asked for the both of you (he stood up and the two also stood up and walked towards the door). After all, (he holds the doorknob) Ms. Salvador is well-known as a competent leader in our school and same goes with Brother Seb. (Both of them said goodbyes to the priest and proceeded to walk out of the room together, chatting along the way. When they reached the faculty, Sebastian stopped before he enters the room)

Sebastian (he looks Celeste with an innocent smile) We need to get this done effectively, so I hope that we could be more comfortable with each other. We are partners after all.

Celeste (she became red again and can’t respond properly) ahm…uhm…sir c-c-c-lose? (with a silent voice)

Sebastian But only in situations outside the classroom (genuinely laughs). Anyway, see you soon, Celeste. (he looks at his watch)

I have a couple of works due.

(Sebastian raised his arm and formed a fist bump and looked at Celeste. Celeste didn’t know how to react and she just looked at Sebastian. But she immediately came to her senses and awkwardlydid the same thing)

SCENE 3

(2 months later. Inside and outside of the University Chapel are filled with Tomasians and non-Tomasians. The sunny morning did not become a hindrance to the attendees to enjoy the event. The atmosphere seems like there’s a feast because of the colorful designs and people wearing smiles on their faces while roaming around the place)

(Celeste is standing in front of the door of the chapel to greet people and Sebastian walking towards in her direction)

Sebastian (stopped in front of Celeste) Good job, Celeste (happy tone voice). You really did make this event plausible.

Celeste (she blushed after she heard what Sebastian said) Thank you, Prof (making cute face). It is my pleasure that this event became successful so far (with a confident voice). And this won’t be possible without your help (giving a smile to Sebastian)

Sebastian (his dimples shown since he smiles genuinely) There are so many people here ahh. (roam his eyes) I’m glad the entrance and the facilities are well managed (while nodding)

Celeste Well…I am really thankful for also for all of our volunteers,(staring Sebastian with a smile on her face) they really did a great j–

Nathan SELIS! (running towards Celeste)

(The attention of the two was swayed by the voice they heard from afar. They looked around and saw the guy running in their direction)

(Goosebumps spread all over Celeste’s skin as she saw the tall and seems like a showbiz industry man approaching her, he is Nathan, Nathan Franco, her ex)

Nathan (stopped in front of Celeste and Sebastian while catching his breath) It is……nice to s-s-ee you here! (stand straight)

Celeste (looks Nathan with an awkward face) Ohh! I did not expect to see you here (fake laugh)

Nathan Of course, as a Knight Commander, I should be present in this event (with a confident voice). Especially headed by you (look Celeste with a lovely eyes)

Celeste Ah, I see (nodding awkwardly)

(Sebastian was just looking and listening to them talking. And Celeste noticed Sebastian looking at them with an unreadable face)

Celeste Ahh by the way (looks Sebastian) this is Professor Sebastian, he is foreseeing this event (says using a lovely voice). Sir, this is Nathan (pointed Nathan), my friend (awkward tone and fake laugh)

Nathan Really Celeste? (his eyebrows stuck together with the confusing face) My friend? Let me re-introduce myself, (he look Sebastian) Professor Sebastian, I am Nathan Franco, Chief Commander of the Knights of the Blessed Sacrament,(confident tone) and Celeste’s ex-boyfriend (with a teasing smile and held out his hand waiting for a handshake)

(Sebastian did go for the offered handshake and looked at Celeste with a no choice look. After that, Nathan says his goodbye to the two because his fellow knights are calling him)

Sebastian (looks at Celeste while having a teasing look) He still likes you ahh.

(Celeste was supposed to say something but Sebastian had a phone call. He moved slightly away from Celeste and answered the call while smiling)

(Celeste was curious who called Sebastian because he smiled after he saw who was calling. That’s why she purposely listened to them) Sebastian is on call

Sebastian Hello, baby? (gently voice)

(Sebastian continued to have a conversation on the phone while Celeste silently moved away from Sebastian because of what she heard. She stopped greeting people and seemed to have lost in her sense)

(5 minutes later, Sebastian said goodbye on the phone call and went to Celeste's direction)

Sebastian (confused after he saw Celeste's face) What happened to you? (Celeste still lost in her sense that’s why Sebastian put his hand in front of her face and waved it. After few seconds of doing that, Celeste finally gains her sense)

Celeste (she looks at Sebastian) Ahh…uhm…nothing s-sir. I’m just staring the light coming from the sun, ganda ohh (pointing out the sun while faking her laugh)

Sebastian (he laughs softly) You look like my niece, the one who called me earlier. (he looks at his watch) Ohh Celeste, I have to go.

(worrying)Tambak papers ehh.

(Celeste nodded in response to him. He walks away going to the faculty and Celeste focused on what she is doing wearing a kilig awra on her face)

SCENE 4 (The room was filled with a loud noise after the bell rang. It is a sign that the last subject for the day was finished. Celeste and Eunice did not move from where they were sitting because they were waiting for their classmates to leave the classroom)

(Few minutes of waiting, they became alone, and a woman with an average height, wearing a polo shirt with the logo of the student council and fitted jeans with white shoes, entered the room)

Woman (walks going in the direction of the two girls) Hey beshis! (greeted them in a loud voice) It’s been a while (making sad face)

Eunice & Celeste LUISA! (they hug Luisa when she get closer to them)

(The three girls seated on the chairs and form a circle)

Celeste (looks at the face of Luisa) How to be you, ysa? (making a sad face)

Luisa Huh? What do you mean? (confuse on her face) We just met ahh, dino-dog show mo na naman ata ako? (suspicious look to Celeste) Bahala ka, I won’t say my chika about this prof (killer smile while looking the two)

Eunice Heh! What she wanted to ask is that, how can you manage to be pretty while being one of the candidates as magna cum laude and university president of the student council? (she looks at Luisa and snobs her) Like duhh? (raised her should then laugh)

Luisa Well (flipped her hair), naaalagaan eh (confident voice and fix her hair) (They laugh together)

Celeste (she stops laughing and looks at Luisa) What’s your chika pala, ysa?

Luisa Ahh!(she seated properly and became serious while looking at the two) so there’s a new sub professor in your department… (Celeste and Eunice automatically look to each other)

Luisa …and I guess both of you know him as well since he is already

famous in our campus (a voice like detective)

Eunice Yes (suspicious voice), mahal na nga ata ni Celeste (devil

laugh)

Celeste (she was shocked) WHAT THE! (she supposed to grab Eunice, but Luisa stopped her)

Luisa Single (confident voice). Don’t worry I will help you to get him after we graduated (she looks Celeste with assurance on her face)

Eunice I’m in (while nodding). You’re pretty, Celeste. Remember……you turned down many guys (smirk) because nasa iyo na ang lahat (singing tone)

Luisa (agreeing to Eunice) But the first thing you need to do is……(looks at Celeste with a serious face) to admit your feelings to him (a gently smile on her face)

Celeste (she stood up) NO! Me? Celeste?….Will confess to a Pro–o-ffe WAHHH! (shook her head and put both hands to her hips) NO!

Luisa Wow (while looking at Celeste) where’s the Celeste we used to know?

(Luisa and Eunice look each other with disappointment in their faces)

Luisa The girl who will DO everything just to GET what she wants (raised her shoulders and look Eunice again)

Eunice (raised her shoulders also and suddenly look at the window of the room) And speaking of……here he comes (looks Celeste) (Eunice and Luisa pushed Celeste out of the room)

Luisa & Eunice (whisper) Go (raised her hand as a sign of fighting) (Celeste left the room and called Sebastian who was passing by in their classroom. Sebastian stopped, he look back and raised her eyebrows to Celeste as if he is questioning her)

Celeste (walks to get more close to Sebastian)uhm……I h-have to say so-o- omething, sir (trembled voice)

Sebastian Ahh! (nodded) about our lesson? (while smiling) I’m going to the chapel, if you want to tell that to me while walking. (Sebastian and Celeste started to walk in the hallway going to the chapel. And when they reached their destination, they entered in the chapel and seated in the last row)

Sebastian (looks at Celeste) So, what do you want to tell me? (he smile when Celeste also look at him)

Celeste Do you have a favorite bible verse, sir? (a confident tone)

Sebastian Yes, (nodded) I do have. Why? (still looking at Celeste)

Celeste (she bite her lips and started to feel shy) Because right now, I have a new favorite bible verse……from John (smile confidently again)

Sebastian (nodded) What is it?

Celeste John chapter 13 verse 34 (smile while looking to Sebastian) “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another”. U-u-uhm…that’s w-why u-uhm I-i’m here to s-say t-t-that I followed the God’s c-command, to l-l- love y-you (she closed her eyes) I LIKE YOU AND I THINK I ALREADY FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU.

SCENE 5

(The huge campus was loud because of the students. The last semester for the school year was about to end and the graduating students were already given a practice date for their graduation. The rain also came that’s why the aura of the campus become different)

(In a loud classroom because of the noise of the students as well as the raindrops)

Eunice Celeste! The class is already done, do you want to go somewhere?

(facing Celeste and not a serious voice) (Celeste was just looking at the window)

Eunice HUY! (touched Celeste) So you get turned down?

Celeste (faces Eunice) It’s not like he turned me down, he just did not give me an answer (snobs Eunice and look at the window again)

Eunice Bible verse pa (laughing)

Celeste (fake laugh) Whatever!(rolled her eyes) I just need some more time, just like what you’ve said, I am Celeste after all.

(Eunice agreed to what Celeste said)

Eunice Anyway, I have an agenda for today (she fixed her things). Hay inuutusan na naman ako ni Prof. Jeff (carried her bag and look Celeste in her eyes) Cheer up, okay? (touched the back of Celeste)

(Celeste just nodded and lay her head on the desk of her chair. She was about to sleep when she heard a notification from her phone: a message from Luisa)

iMessage Luisa Prof. Seb is in the library. Another chance for yahhh girl. Go! Go! Go!

(She stood up after she read Luisa’s message. She walked to the library, but when she reached the door of the library, she stopped and talked to herself)

Celeste I said I wanted to see Professor Sebastian, right? I do, but not in this way (talking to herself while being confused) (She entered the library; it was quiet and cold, but she felt comfortable in the atmosphere. She looked around to find Sebastian and pretended to get a book. After a few minutes of searching, she finally saw the familiar face.

Celeste Gotchu! (whisper and filled with excitement) Profe- (she was about to come closer to him but she stopped) (When she saw a tall and elegant woman that approached Sebastian, Celeste clenched the book she picked up and stood there to observe the two)

Celeste Who’s this girl? (whispered to herself) He does not have a girlfriend or wife.

(After 5 minutes, the woman was still saying something to Sebastian as if she was asking something, but Sebastian seemed quite uncomfortable with the presence of the woman. The woman sat on the table and tried to flirt with him, but Sebastian avoided her. He was about to leave when the woman grabbed the collar of Sebastian's shirt and started to kiss him) (Celeste didn’t process it immediately, but soon enough, she noticed something was off. Tears were running down her face)

Celeste I don’t get it. Why am I crying? (then she wiped her tears) (She left the library while running before her presence became known to anyone in the room)

Celeste (she talks to herself while running) Who kisses somebody in a library? (then laugh) stupid love!

(After a few minutes of running, she felt tired that's why she stopped and sat on the stairs)

Celeste (wiping her tears) So she is the reason why he did not give me an answer? (sobbing) I hate him! I hate him! (shouting)

SCENE 6

(The graduating students' last day as students. In the classroom, the day was a mixture of sadness and happiness. Graduating students are preparing for their graduation. And the last day of Sebastian in AB-1, section of Celeste)

Sebastian Okay, class! (knock the blackboard) I still have 5 minutes before I dismiss our last meeting. (went to the platform and stood up in front of the class) I wanted to congratulate everyone on your upcoming graduation (gently clap his hands).

(One of the student raised her hand)

Sebastian Yes?

Classmate 1 Sir, will you continue to teach here?

Sebastian (shook his head then smiled) That’s why for those students who want to see or talk to me for the last time you can go to the faculty room. (look at his watch) Okay! It’s time (he started to packed his things)

(The bell rang and Sebastian left the room. Some students stood up and grew something to the ceiling and some started to talk with each other)

Eunice (touched Celeste) Lesteng! Let’s go

Celeste Where? (with irritation on her face)

Eunice (she came closer to Celeste and whispered) To the faculty (raising her eyebrows and has a killer smile)

Celeste I don’t want to see him (serious face)

Eunice (touch the shoulder of Celeste) I got your point, okay? But we both know that this will be the last time we’ll see him.

Celeste (looks at Eunice with a confusing face) Huh? As if he will go somewhere far.

Eunice (laugh) See? You like him yet you don’t know a lot about him.

(Celeste was just looking her and waiting for the next sentence she will say)

Eunice (fix her sit and face Celeste) Listen, Prof. Seb would go back to Italy

Celeste (confused) Italy? What will he do there?

Eunice Because of his real job, I guess? (raised her shoulders) I’m not sure about it, but the one thing I can assure you is that he will come back there as soon as possible.

Celeste (started to have a sad face and voice) Who told you that?

Eunice Prof. Jeff (smile). That’s why I’m telling you now, you should grab this opportunity to say your proper goodbye to him (rubbed the back of Celeste)

Celeste Okay! Just give me some time to think and prepare myself (smile to Eunice)

SCENE 7

(The day that many students waited. The graduation happened at the University Theater, it was filled with students wearing togas and smiles on their faces)

Eunice OMG! BESTIEEE WE HAVE FINALLY GRADUATED!! (she pulled Celeste into a warm embrace, their medals are shining around their necks)

Celeste (hugged Eunice) I’m so proud of us! I can’t believe that we will graduate with flying colors. The breakdowns and stress we’ve shared together are all worth it (was about to cry)

Eunice (looks at Celeste) As well as your heart break (making sad face and laugh)

Celestiana I’m so proud of you, Celeste. You never failed to be a good daughter to me. I could never ask for more (she pulled Celeste into a warm hug as she felt the tears in her eyes slowly dropping)

Celeste Aw……m-mom (making a sad face) you’re making me cry!(she hugged her mother back with watery eyes)

Eunice Okay okay! (raised her two hands) before the drama, let’s take a selfie first with Auntie Celestiana! (The three took a selfie together)

Eunice Yan (while looking at the photos) And after that, we will reveal to Auntie who is the guy -

(Celeste covered the mouth of Eunice using her hand. And while the two were messing around, Professor Jeffrey de Guzman, a friend of Sebastian, approached the three ladies)

Professor Jeffrey Congratulations Ms. Salvador and Ms. Belleza (while smile)

Celeste & Eunice Thank you, Prof. Jeffrey (with a smile on their face)

Eunice Prof, where’s Prof. Seb daw po? (looks at Celeste with teasing

smile)

(Celeste was shocked by what Eunice said. Jeffrey and Celestiana just laugh)

Professor Jeffrey (with a soft tone) Ohh right! (smile) That’s why I am here.

Eunice (hit Celeste’s hip using her hip) Yun oh (teasing voice)

(Celeste snobs Eunice)

Professor Jeffrey May I excuse Celeste for a moment?

(Celestiana and Eunice happily nodded to Professor Jeffrey and continued to take selfies, while Celeste nervously followed Professor Jeff outside the University Theater)

Celeste (faces Jeffrey) Why do you want to talk to me Professor?

Professor Jeffrey Celeste, I don’t know if you already knew the news about Sebastian.

Celeste (confused) Huh? w-what news about h-him? (her heartbeat became faster)A-asan po ba s-s-siya? In the th-theater? (she was supposed to go inside to search for Sebastian, but Jeffrey stopped her)

Professor Jeffrey (sad on his face) So you still don’t know yet (sad tone). He has already gone back to Italy.

(Celeste suddenly felt a rush of sadness despite the overwhelming joy she just felt a while ago)

Celeste (sad tone) Since when?

Professor Jeffrey Yesterday (sad tone). And (grab something from the paper bag he is holding) Sebastian asked me to give you this (he hands out the small pink box to Celeste)

(Celeste took it and her tears started to fell on her cheeks)

Professor Jeffrey (continue to speak) He said that he wanted to give it to you, but he failed until the day he left. Since you avoided him starting the day you saw him with her ex in the library.

Celeste (looks at Jeffrey and wipes her tears) His ex?

Professor Jeffrey (nodded) That day his ex begged him to go back to her. But Sebastian refused since he is already engaged.

Celeste (tries to control her tears) So he went back to Italy because he is engaged with someone?

Professor Jeffrey (nodded) Exactly, but he is not just engaged with someone, (looks Celeste with a smile) he is engaged with God. (Celeste can’t easily process what Jeffrey said)

Professor Jeffrey (continue to speak) Before he went here in the Philippines, he was already a Reverend, he taught your batch as part of his formation. (smile) And now he has returned to Italy to be ordained as a priest.

(Celeste’s questions in mind are left answered by that statement, Professor Sebastian did not accommodate her love because he is already taken by God, and why did he not tell her?)

Celeste (trying to stop her tears) That's good news, Sir! (nooeded and trying hard to smile).

Professor Jeffrey I will now leave you, Celeste. Again, Congratulations! (touches the should of Celeste and walks away to joined his colleagues) (Celeste looks at the pink box she is holding. She opened it and saw a bracelet rosary made with gold beads and has an initial, letter "C" on the last beads)

Celeste (cry again) Until we meet again, Reverend Father Sebastian Montefalco (she whispered in the air while sobbing)

SCENE 1 SEQUENCE 1 In the Art Museum

Setting: Esvie & Mia’s first encounter in an Art Museum owned by their friend named Alyssa Stinson. April 30,2020. (Esvie Mosby / Mia Murphy)

(Mia Murphy wandering around the corridor where the art paintings were hanging.)

Esvie: “Is it beautiful?”

(Mia was still looking at the painting and didn’t mind Esvie’s presence.)

“You’re not gonna talk to me, aren’t you?” (She crossed her arms and let out a heavy sigh)

Mia: (Mia faced Esvie while her brows are now furrowed) “What do you want from me? I thought you hated me?”

Esvie: (Esvie didn’t hide the amusement in her face, and she starts smiling as if Mia isn’t mad)

“Well yeah, I did hate you.” (She stops talking and lifts her hand to prod Mia’s shoulder. Trying to mock her.) “But it only lasted for a minute.”

Mia: (She tried to calm herself by fishing her bag to find her putty and when it’s already in her hand she starts squeezing it hard.) “If you’re here trying to mock me or ruin my day, just go.”

Esvie: “That painting,” (she ran her finger across the painting that Mia was looking at earlier.)

“That is my painting.” (Her smile widened when she back her eyes to Mia)

Mia: “What do you really want, Esvie?”

(Her voice started to tremble out of anger and sadness. Tears were about to burst on the shore. She turns around to wipe the tears that are now falling in her cheeks.)

Esvie: “Hey, I’m sorry I just thought that we’re good now, you know?” (Esvie lowered her head, and she started rubbing her nails using her fingertips. That’s what she usually does every-time she has a panic attack.)

“I guess I will let myself leave now, I am so sorry Mia.” (Esvie finally got herself out when Mia didn’t bother to respond to her. She uses her hands to tickle her hair behind her ear as she walks downstairs.)

Mia: (Mia is still standing where Esvie left her. She lay herself down to sit on the floor while still trying to calm herself. People that are passing by around her start paying attention to her. She grabs her hair as she wipes the tears flowing down on her cheeks.)

The whole place went quiet, and the music started playing as her tears still dropped. Every beat is equivalent to every second she tries to wipe her tears.

‘Your Midas touch on the Chevy door November flush and your flannel cure "This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me" How evergreen, our group of friends Don't think we'll say that word again And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls That we once walked through’

Champagne Problems / T. S

SEQUENCE 2 In The Art Museum (Year 2023) April 30

“Welcome to the Stinson’s Museum!”

(2 guards that are in the entrance door welcomed Mia with a smile on their face.)

Mia: “It’s been 3 years since the last time I went here.”

(She said while spinning her car keys on her left hand. She walks pass by the two guards and went inside of the museum while still looking at the beautiful ambience)

‘God Ysa, I wish you were here too. Walking with me as we admire your museum.’ Mia mumbled as she was still walking.

“Do you know when she will be coming back here?”

(A stranger that is holding a camera approaches her, talking about Alyssa.)

(Mia faced the guy that caught her attention and smiled at him.) “I think in a few months, you know London is a great country. If it was me, I would never be going back here in Canada.” She spoke. (They both shared a laugh while still facing each other.)

“So, it’s nice meeting you, Adriel.”

(Mia lifts her left hands to handshake Adriel and they both wave to each other. Saying their goodbyes.)

Esvie: “Well well, look who decided to show up here. Again.” (Esvie initiated to speak up as soon as she saw Mia seated on the rocking chair. She drops her bag in front of Mia to get her attention.)

Mia: (Mia sigh and rolled her eyes as she heard Esvie speaking) “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me now.” She mumbled to herself.

Esvie: (Esvie just bursts out and smirks when Mia starts looking at her. They were now looking at each other.)

“Miss me?”

Mia: (She laughed and shook her head with disbelief to what Esvie just blurted out now. She stands as she was about to throw her another sarcastic word.) “Get over yourself, Mosby.”

Esvie: “You look so much better now.”

(She said while she tilts her head to observe Mia’s overall look) “How are you? It’s been 3 years, there must be something new in your life now.”

Esvie adds while she grabs her bag on the floor where she dropped it earlier.

Mia: “Yeah, I am still writing. I have this novel entitled ‘IRIS’.”

(Esvie replied with a big smile drawn around her face, she started walking to grab 2 glasses of champagne.)

Esvie: “Why thank you.” (She holds the champagne that Mia gave to her.) “I am happy for you; you know I hope I could read it sometime; you are a good writer, Mia.”

(Mia just smiled at her and continued drinking her champagne. They both smiled at each other.)

Esvie: “Always. I am proud of you, always.”

SCENE 2 SEQUENCE 1 In The Art Museum (Year 2023)

Setting: Alyssa Stinson (Mia and Esvie’s friends came back from London. Alyssa and Mia decided to meet at the museum that Alyssa owned. (Year 2023 May 17) (Mia Murphy / Esvie Mosby / Alyssa Stinson)

Mia: “Look at you! You’re now taller than me!”

(Mia hurriedly gave Ysa a hug. The smile around her face didn’t fade as she saw her best friend)

Alyssa: (She first dropped her two bags and let Mia hug her.) “Let’s go to my office, you’ve gotta spare me a lot of stories!” (Alyssa grabbed Mia’s hand and went to her museum office, when they both arrived at the office Alyssa opened a champagne and gave to Mia the other glass.)

Mia: (She took a sip on her champagne and smiled as she began to speak.) “Guess who I just saw?”

(Smirk was drawn on her face with excitement.)

Alyssa: “Go on, tell me.”

Mia: “It’s Esvie.”

(After I drop Esvie’s name, Ysa’s smile suddenly fades away, so I hand my champagne on the table around us and wait for her to respond.)

Alyssa: “What do you mean? Esvie?”

(She couldn’t hide the confusion in her face as she stood and faced Mia.)

(Mia fakes a laugh as she repeats herself.)

Mia: “Yes honey. It’s Esvie. Esvie Mosby, my ex? You know?”

Alyssa: “No.”

Mia: “What, no?”

Alyssa: “No babe you did not see her. That’s impossible.”

Mia: “Come on, of course I can see her? Small world and she does paint, and this are a museum. Your museum.”

Alyssa: “Esvie is dead.”

Mia: “You’re joking right?” (Mia laughed and shook her head.)

Alyssa: “I was going to tell you, but I couldn’t reach you after that day. You two were suffering from the scars that were left from your past.”

Mia: “Enough. I’ve heard enough. I don’t like this kind of joke.”

Alyssa: “I wish I was joking honey. But I’m not, she committed suicide 3 years ago, after the day you saw her in this museum. She couldn’t handle the pain…”

(Mia stood up to digest the words that Alyssa had said. She fishes her bag to find her putty so that she can calm herself and think straight.)

A few more minutes and the room went all too quiet. The heavy breathing of Alyssa and Mia are the only sounds that can be heard. Mia grabbed her hair as she sat on the table and was about to burst her tears.

Mia: (She let out a sigh and start laughing and crying)

“Am I crazy?”

“Did I just fabricate a dead person into thinking that she was still alive because God knows how much I miss her every single day.” (Her voice weighed with a lot of emotions; she was hurting.)

Alyssa: “No. You’re not crazy. You were just hurting and that is normal love.” (She sat beside Mia while she rubs her back to comfort her.)

SEQUENCE 2 MEMORIES FROM THE PAST (YEAR 2016)

Flashback of the story to how it all started.

July 17,2016 MIA MURPHY’S POV

I closed my eyes when the memories started flashing back on my brain. I ran my fingers across my neck on the left side where the tattoo was drawn, I caressed it using my fingertips and before I knew it my eyes were starting to get hot; tears were ready to burst out of the shore in any minute now.

“Hey, stop!” We both laughed when the tea spilled all around the floor.

Esvie: “Come here,” Esvie speaks. She grabbed the pillow beside her and tapped it using her hands.

“Come here, let me hug you.” she continued. I scurry myself to lay down on the bed beside her and let her hug me.

Mia: “Aren’t you afraid of me?” I asked as I was looking at her.

Esvie: “Why would I?” her brows furrowed.

Mia: “You know, even though my psychiatrist doesn’t work it out to me, I know to myself that there’s something wrong inside me. It feels like I don’t belong in this world.”

I couldn’t hide the sadness in my voice, so I decided to shut my eyes.

Esvie: “Well, if that’s the case, let’s go somewhere where you think you belong. Because honestly? It feels right just to be with you everywhere.”

Esvie caressed my chin using her fingertips and gave me a peck kiss.

I didn’t hide the smile on my face, and I started kissing her back.

“Let’s sleep now.” I speak.

SEQUENCE 3 MEMORIES FROM THE PAST (YEAR 2019) The breaking point. June 14, 2019

ESVIE MOSBY’S POV

“I don’t understand.” Mia said, the room was full of her crying. “I don’t love you anymore.” I answered. I tried my best to hide the pain that smashed my heart everytime I spoke. I don’t want her to know how much I am hurting.

“Why do you wanna break up with me? Give me something.” She stuttered while still wiping her tears.

“I want to have a child, Mia. This thing between us? It’s just temporary. Because at the end of the day I do want to have my own family.”

Mia: “Am I not family to you?”

Her question stabbed me right inside my chest.

“I want kids that will take care of me when I’m old.”

I spoke.

She didn’t say anything, instead she just sat and let herself cry the moment I dropped those words to her. I know how much it hurts her, but

I just want what’s best for her.

I love her more than anything in this world. And all that I just said was a lie. Both of our parents want us to have a good family. A child. I couldn’t say no to her parents because I respect them like how I respect Mia. And I know that she is still longing to have her own family of her own. She loves kids, things that I couldn’t give her.

SCENE 3 SEQUENCE 1 (YEAR 2023) In The Art Museum

Setting: Mia discovered that she has remaining memories and letters from Esvie.

Alyssa: (She went to open the box on the top of her office drawer and handed a bunch of letters to Mia that were written by Esvie. She sat as she opened the box and waited for Mia to read it.)

I should have given you all those letters when she was still alive. I am sorry.

Mia: I don’t think I can read them. Not now. (She said and started crying again.)

Alyssa: It takes time. I understand, but you can keep it until you’ve decided to open them.

Mia: Yeah, I suppose.

Alyssa: I am so sorry honey. I know it must be so hard for you to digest all of this now, but you don’t have to worry because I am not going to leave you.

(Alyssa wipes Mia’s tears as she starts caressing her cheeks.)

Alyssa and Mia are left alone still grieving about the fact that Esvie is dead.

SEQUENCE 2 (YEAR 2023) The Letters

IRIS by Goo Goo Dolls

It’s been 3 weeks since Mia had known the fact that her ex-lover passed away. It was hard for her to forget all the beautiful memories that they both shared.

(Mia grabbed the last bottle of tequila and suits herself to cry herself to death.)

Mia: You didn’t have to kill yourself; you know?

(She said while staring at the letters from the box on the top of her table.)

She wiped her tears and started looking for those letters one by one

To Mia,

I love how observant I am when I am in love. I love that I remember every little detail about your favorites, hobbies, and different stuff.

In this world full of madness, I only find myself happy When I am with you, Mia.

You were made of peaches and strawberries. Sweet and lovely.

I looked at your eyes and all I could see was love, home, and peace.

I never thought about loving someone new ever again until I saw the glimpse of your smile, the sparks from your eyes and the voice that sounds like music to everyone’s ears.

The day that we’re together the best day of my life. We held each other’s hands and just goofed around. You were the reason why I helped myself to be better again. It’s been so long since the last time I tasted the happiness I am getting from myself. It was astonishingly sweet and tasty, just like your love to me.

You are the tea that calmed me, The coffee that wakes.

And mostly you are the sugar that makes me happy.

I Promise that I will never do you any harm. I will always protect you and love you for every day that we have.

You are the sweetest thing that ever happened to me and perhaps you are the miracle that happened in my life.

You’ve given me so much hope and love for the past years and I couldn’t thank you enough for that. But as a return I will not do anything that will hurt your heart and break your soul for you do not deserve to be treated that way.

You are my love, my home, and my peace.

-Esvie.

(Mia dropped the paper that she was reading and continued to cry. The tears were hard to stop. She tried to calm herself by squeezing her putty. But it failed her. The pain is consuming her energy as she stares at those letters. She grabbed the box where the other letters are and started caressing it using her fingertips.)

She was left with so much pain, and questions.

Mia: You once proved to me that life isn’t worth living without the presence of your love. How am I supposed to live miserable everyday asking myself why this is happening to me. (She stammers while still wiping her tears.)

SCENE 1 SEQUENCE 1:

Setting: Adair Village (Everyone in this village works for the Adair family including Chan’s father who is their gardener.)

Chan David (A farmer helping his father to provide for their family) I don’t think we have the money for father’s medication, Celest. (Chan bowed his head due to frustration. Celest caressed his back to ease his feelings)

Celestine Pring (Childhood friend of Chan. Sitting on a bench with Chan.) We can ask for help. I’m willing to help you with anything, Chan. (She smiled, convincing Chan to accept her help.) He’ll get better, Chan. We’ll do everything to help him. (She went up to hug him.)

Chan (Chan hugged Celestine back, he couldn’t hold his tears back anymore. He felt Celest hug became tighter when Celest felt his shoulder shake.) I can’t lose my father, Celest. I can’t take good care of my family; I can’t provide enough. (He cried even harder on her shoulders.)

Celestine (She can feel her tears approaching as well but she can’t cry, not right now that Chan needs her strong.) Hey, don’t think like that. (She broke their hug then held Chan’s crying face and wiped his tears.) You won’t lose him, okay? He’ll get better, we’ll make sure of that.

(She hugged him again.)

Chan (He felt okay with Celestine’s words. He broke their hug then faced Celestine.) Thank you. I really needed to hear those.

SEQUENCE 2 (Celestine and Chan started walking to ask for help for his father who’s suffering from cancer.)

Chan (They knocked on the first door which immediately opened, he’s nervous but determined to get help for his father.) Good afternoon, we’re sorry to bother you. We’re here to ask for help, my father is sick and we couldn’t afford to pay his medications. (The neighbor looked at him in awe. She wanted to help him but they don’t have money to give.)

Neighbor 1 As much as I want to help you, I don’t have money as well and I have family to feed. I’m sorry. (She closed the door.)

Celestine (She saw how Chan’s face turned down, she felt sorry for Chan) Hey, this is just one house. We have many to go, don’t lose hope yet, okay? (She tried to comfort him but even her is losing hope already as she knows that they all have the same situation. They all suffer from poverty and the Adair are their only way to live every day.) (They went to the second house, both of them are hoping to get help.) Hi, we’re sorry to bother you. I’m Celestine and this is Chan, his father is sick and we’re here to ask for help. (She gave a smile. Really eager to help Chan provide for his father.)

Neighbor 2 (Shuts door loudly.) Next time don’t bother people for your stupid scams! Work and then you’ll have money! (Celest flinched hard and Chan was stunned with the attitude but he immediately regains himself to hug Celest as he saw how she was affected with their neighbor’s action.)

Chan (Worry was evident on his face.) Hey, are you okay?

Celestine (Celestine went back to her senses and faced Chan. She tried to act okay as she knows how worried Chan is.) Yes, don’t worry. Let’s continue? (She smiled trying to show Chan that she’s okay now.)

(Chan and Celestine proceeded to ask for help but they received nothing. They went home devastated, Chan sat down and Celest sat beside him.)

Sequence 3

(Chan’s mother sat beside Chan as well with soup on her hand for Celest and Chan. They both accepted the soup and said thank you.)

Leriza (Chan’s Mother) (Fidgeting her fingers, hesitant to say her idea.) W-what if we ask Ma’am Athena for help?

Chan (Stopped sipping his soup and look at her mother.) That’s impossible, Mom. (He said but still considering on doing her mom’s idea.)

Celestine (Also stopped sipping her soup then faced Chan.) Do you want to give it a shot, Chan? There’s no harm in trying.

(Trying to convince Chan.)

Chan (With Celestine’s eagerness, he decided to give it a try.) Okay, but we’ll do it tomorrow. You should rest first, okay?

(Celestine shook her head agreeing to what Chan said)

SCENE 2:

(Celestine and Chan are in front of Adair’s mansion.)

Celestine Are you ready? (Caressing Chan’s back.)

Chan (His hands are shaking but he just nodded to Celestine. Celestine was the one who rang the doorbell. Few seconds passed the peephole was opened by a guard.)

Guard 1 (He scanned both of them, eyeing them from head to toe.)

Yes? (Eyebrows raised.)

Celestine (Smiling and in her jolly mood to lighten the air between them.) Hi! Is there a chance that we can talk to the Adair?

Guard 1 No. (Shuts down the peephole.)

Celestine (Her smile dropped then knocked again. The guard opened the peephole again.) Please, we really just need to talk to them. His father is sick (pointed at Chan) and if you won’t let us talk to them, it’s going to be your fault if something happens to his father.

Chan (He went close to Celestine and whispered on her ears.) That’s guilt tripping. (Celestine just did a ‘shush’ pose.)

(The Guard considered what Celestine said then opened the gate for the. The two became excited but they kept their posture.)

Celestine (Raised her fist and did a fist bump with Chan.) Are you ready?

Chan (He wiped his hands then nodded.) Nervous but yeah, I’m ready.

SEQUENCE 4

Athena Adair (She rushed on their door when she heard a rang from it. Shocked when she saw two people of her age and their guard in front of her. She then introduced herself in joyful tone and a smile on her face.) Hi! I’m Athena Adair. (She extended her hand to the both of them but her eyes were tied to Chan, still busy examining him.)

Celestine (She shook Athena’s hand then introduced herself and Chan.) I’m Celestine Pring and he’s Chan David. (She pointed at him.) Our parents work for you and your family.

Chan (Extended his hand to shake Athena’s hand.) It’s good to meet you, ma’am. We’re here to talk to your parents.

Athena (She wasn’t shock with their reason; she’s used to it.) Oh, my parents are not here but I’m available to talk. I can address your concerns to them. (She led them to their couch.)

(Chan and Celestine took their seats.)

Chan (Still stunned with Athena’s beauty but she can’t focus with that thing right now.) Your parents know my father, ma’am. He’s your gardener, he’s sick right now and we need your help with his medications.

Celestine We also did our best to ask for everyone’s help in here but we got nothing. (She faced down.)

Athena (Her face was in shock with what she heard.) Okay, I’ll try my best to help. I’ll talk to my mother about this.

SEQUENCE 5

Athena (Knocks on door) Mom? Are you awake? (Nervous but determined to talk to her mother.)

Athena’s Mother (Stopped with fixing her hair then proceeded to open the door. Athena then entered their room.) Yes, love? (Athena’s hand we’re fidgeting which she finds weird.)

Athena (She fixed herself. Sat comfortably and stopped fidgeting her fingers.) I talked to these people, they seemed nice and genuine. (Her mother’s brow raised.) I know you’ll say they’re just using me but hear me out, okay? (Releases deep breathe.) His father is sick which is our gardener, I know his father, he’s kind and delicate with his work. And… (paused for a second) I want us to help them, Mom.

Athena’s Mother (Her answer was firm and final.) No. They’re not our problem, Athena. Just like what you said, (Held her daughters chin to face her better.) they’re just using you; they’re abusing your kindness. (Athena’s Father entered the room.)

Athena (Faced his father.) Dad, help me help our gardener, please. (Faced her mother.) I can talk to Chan. I can tell him he can work for us in exchange with helping his father. (Biting her lips, hoping for an approval.)

Athena’s Mother (Releases a deep sigh.) This is the last time, love, okay? (Stood up to hug Athena. She can’t keep her decision specially that Athena’s the one requesting.)

Athena (Her face lit up and releases a sigh.) Thank you, Mom.

(She hugged her back.)

SCENE 3

Guard 1 (Knocks on door and was welcomed by Chan.) The young Adair sent me. (Handed the letter to Chan.)

Chan (Opened the letter.) Miss Athena? (Tilt his head due to confusion. The Guard just nodded.)

Guard 1 She told me that she’ll wait for your response. If you’re ready then go to the mansion. (He left the house.) (Celestine entered Chan’s house, saw the Guard and got confuse but she didn’t ask questions anymore.)

Chan (Chan read the letter.) They want me to work for them.

(Talking to Celestine.)

Celestine (Sensed something off between Chan and Athena.) What?! (She’s furious.) They really are unfair! This thing should be free already! Your father’s been working for them half of his life. You have to say no to this, Chan.

Chan (Stressed.) I’m afraid I can’t say no, Celest. If this is the only way then I’m willing to do it. If it means saving my father then I’ll do it.

(Celestine was disappointed and worried with Chan’s decision. She’s scared that the Adair might take him away from her too. She’s was neglected by her parent’s half of her life but Chan was there to fill the void. She’s afraid that sooner or later he’ll neglect her as well.)

SEQUENCE 6

(Chan knocked on the mansion’s gate. The same guard opened the door and accompanied him. The guard knocked on the door and Athena opened it.)

Athena (Not surprise with Chan but she’s stunned how clean Chan is. His hair was fixed at the back, wearing a plain white shirt which looked clean on his pale skin. She composed herself and welcomed Chan.) So, I’m assuming you’re accepting the offer? (She asked while they’re walking into the garden.) Trust me I tried to talk to them without the condition but I can’t make them say yes, sorry. (She bowed her head.)

Chan It's okay, ma’am. (He smiled)

Athena (She guided Chan with what to do, she knows Chan already know what to do but she still wanted to guide him.) Here’s our garden. As far as I know you can just maintain the grass’ length then that one, (she pointed at her swing, also her comfort area.) that’s my place. If someone enters the garden tell them they can’t touch that.

(Athena wanted to day that he can rest there but she can’t.)

Chan (Listened attentively to Athena.) Okay, ma’am. I’ll make sure of that. (He smiled again.)

Athena If you have questions, you can ask anyone in here but if you’re shy, feel free to ask the guard to find me then I’ll answer your queries, okay? (She left the garden when

Chan nodded.) (Chan started to work.)

SEQUENCE 7

Celestine How’s work? (She welcomed Chan with a smile.)

Chan Tired but it was okay. (He removed his shirt then went to shower.)

(Celestine felt sad but she understands him. She convinced herself that he’s juts tired and he needs rest.)

SEQUENCE 8

(Chan went to the mansion on time to start his work and to his surprise, Athena is on her spot reading books. Her presence was distracting for her but he didn’t let it affect him.)

Chan Good morning, ma’am. (He bowed a little to show respect. Then started his work.)

Celestine (She closed her books then watched him do his work.) You can just call me ‘Athena’ you know. I won’t get offended.

Chan (He faced her.) Okay, Athena. (It sounded weird for him but he didn’t let his face show that.)

Athena (She’s getting bored which made her have an idea to ask question about Chan.) How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking.

Chan (Still doing his work.) I’m 22. (He wanted to ask her the same question but he thought it’ll be weird.)

Athena Oh, I’m 20. See, you calling me ma’am when you’re older that me is odd. (She walked near him.) Is Celestine your girlfrie- (she paused realizing that it’s his privacy and she shouldn’t ask questions like that.) Sorry, don’t answer that.

Chan (Smirked in secret. He faced Athena.) No, Athena. She’s not my girlfriend. She’s my childhood friend, I treat her like a sister. (Went on his work again.)

Athena Well, it’s obvious that she likes you. (She stared at him. Chan looks confused.) Don’t tell me you don’t know?

Chan No, she doesn’t. She treats me like a sibling as we’ll. (He tried to convince himself but now that Athena mentioned it, he’s overthinking it.)

Athena Do you have a girlfriend? (She’s curious and follows Chan wherever he goes.)

Chan (He released a sigh.) No, Athena. I don’t have one. (He walked on different direction but Athena still followed him.)

Athena Are you not going to ask me any questions? Are you not curious about me? (She stepped in front of Chan making him face her.)

Chan (He’s curious, in fact, very intrigued about her.) I am, but I have work to d- (Athena cut him off.)

Athena (In her excited tone.) Ask me then! You can still work while asking me, you know. (Stated it in ‘as a matter-of- fact tone’)

Chan What do you do when you’re bored? (Looked into Celestine’s eyes.)

Athena (Looked up to think of an answer and she really couldn’t keep an eye contact with Chan.) I really love reading, and if I don’t have anything to read, I like to clean my room. (Still looking up while thinking of other answer.) I really don’t leave my room when I’m bored.

Chan (Hesitant.) Do you have a boyfriend? (He removed his eyes on Athena.)

(Athena’s mother entered the garden and saw them talking.)

Athena’s mother (Shouting.) Athena! Go to your room!

SEQUENCE 9

(Athena immediately rushed into their mansion together with her mother.)

Athena (Nervous.) It’s not what you’re thinking, mom. I’m not interested in him and he’s not interested in me.

Athena’s mother (Furious.) You don’t know that, Athena. See how he’s using you and now he’s asking personal questions? (Brows raised.)

Athena (Touched her mother’s arm to calm her.) I was the one who asked first, mom. I told him that it’s okay. (She’s calm to compose her words better.)

Athena’s mother (Calmed down.) I’m just trying to protect you, Athena. (Caressed Athena’s face.) You have to be careful, love, okay? (Kisses her forehead.)

Athena (Smiled.) Yes, mom.

SEQUENCE 10

(Celestine watching Athena and Chan form afar. Anger rushing in her as she felt that Athena is taking away Chan from her.)

Celestine (Siting and smoking.) I was right about you, you slut. (She puffed her smoke again then aimed her eyes on Athena. Planning something to ruin Athena.)

SCENE 4

(Celestine and Chan sitting on a bench.)

Celestine (She looked at Chan.) How’s your first week?

Chan (Looking at their view.) Tiring but I’m getting used to it. (Looked at Celestine.)

Celestine (Avoided Chan’s gaze.) Have you talk to Athena? (She knows the answer but she wants to see if Chan will cover it up.)

Chan (Hesitant to answer but he suddenly remembers Celestine’s trauma.) No.

(Celestine anger rose again. She couldn’t control her anger anymore so she left.)

Chan (Shocked with Celestines action.) Hey, (Ran after her.) what’s the matter?

Celestine

(Showed Chan a fake smile.) Nothing. My stomach is just aching, nothing else.

SEQUENCE 10

(Athena laying down on bed and staring at her ceiling.)

Athena (Talking to herself.) Why am I so curious about him? (Pertaining to Chan.) Do I like him? (She sat then faced her mirror.) Do I?

(She wanted to ask her mother as her mother is her only friend but she knows she’ll freak out so she decided to keep it to herself.)

SCENE 5

(Athena is on the garden again when Chan went to his work. They were awkward to each other as Athena feels shy to talk to him and same goes to Chan.)

Chan (Shy.) Good morning, Athena. (Didn’t look on her and continued with his work.)

(Athena just nodded and didn’t greet him back. Chan and her continuously talked for a week. She’ll always watch Chan do his work and Chan watches her read her books.)

Athena (Stood up to go near him.) How’s your father? I heard from my mother that he’s getting better but I wanted to confirm it that’s why I’m asking.

Chan (He looked at her for a second, when he felt his heart race, he returned his attention on his work.) Yes, he’s getting better. Thank you, I don’t know what I’m going to do without your help. (He smiled.)

Athena (She smirked, she thought of something fun.) It’s not for free. (She threw a wet mud on Chan.)

Chan (His mouth was wide open, he’s shocked. He recovered immediately then went to get the hose the aimed it to Athena.) I’m very competitive with these games.

Athena (Scooped the wet mud again.) So am I! (Threw the mud at him again.

SEQUENCE 11

(Celestine is watching them from afar again. Tears streaming down her face.)

Celestine (Sobbing.) You were never that happy when you’re with me. (Sobs again.) How can she take all of you from me? (Sobs turned into anger.) What is it with her that you all like her more than me?! (She fell on her knees. Rain starts pouring then she sobs again.) First my parents and now him?

SCENE 6

(Chan and Celestine were having dinner at Chan’s house.)

Chan (Staring at his plate.) Athena’s heart is so soft, Celest. She’s so easy to love. I’ve been with her for only a month but I can feel that this is absolute. (He paused for a minute.) I wonder how can her heart be so pure. I wonder how I’m going to take good care of her fragile heart.

Celestine (She didn’t face him but she’s in shock with what she heard. Anger rushes into her veins again.) You love her?

(Chan’s answer was a torture to Celestine.)

Chan If this is what I think love is then yes, I think I am, Celest. (Releases a deep sigh.)

Celestine (Looked at his eyes.) Then why do you look sad?

Chan (Looked at Celestine in his tired eyes.) Because I know that how much I want to give all my love for her, we can’t be together.

Sequence 12

(Celestine knocked on the mansion’s gate. The same guard who entertained them open the gate for her.)

Celestine I’m here to talk to Mrs. Adair. (She immediately left and wait straight to the entrance of the mansion. A maid saw her then accompanied her to Athena’s mother.)

Athena’s Mother (Confused.) Why are you here?

Celestine (Sat in front of Mrs. Adair.) Remember your new gardener? (She paused to give time to think.) She likes your daughter and I’m here to offer you help as I’m sure that you don’t want a gardener for your daughter. (Mrs. Adair was shocked and intrigued but she didn’t say anything.)

(Celestine releases deep breathe.) I have a plan on how- to take-out Chan but I’m going to need you help. (Pause.)

I’m going to need a poison. He’ll celebrate his birthday next week and I’ll be helping with the food and there…

I’m going to poison him.

SEQUENCE 13 (Chan and Athena are sitting on Athena’s spot on the garden.)

Athena (Facing Chan.) What’s your plans tomorrow? You’ll be 23! I’m so excited! (Her cheeks turned to blush pink.)

Chan (Smiles at her.) Celestine is going to cook as usual.

Will you be there?

Athena (Rested her head on Chan’s shoulder.) I am. I’ll bring you a present.

Chan Your presence is enough, Athena. (Kisses her head.)

Athena (Removed her head on Chan’s shoulder.) Let’s go to my room.

Chan (Shocked.) What? Are you sure? (Athena nodded.)

SEQUENCE 14

Athena (Opened her room door.) Welcome to my room.

Chan (His eyes explored her humongous room.) Your room is huge. (He sat on her couch.)

Athena (She pulled Chan into her bed and started massaging his hands.) I love you, Chan.

Chan (He wasn’t shock.) I love you, Athena. (He kissed her.)

SCENE 7

Celestine Happy birthday, Chan (Whispers on his ear.)

Chan (Woke up in a good mood knowing his mother will see Athena.) Thank you, Celest.

Celestine Stand up, time to eat, birthday boy.

SEQUENCE 15 Athena (Knocks on Chan’s door and Chan welcomed her.) Happy birthday. (She handed her gift.)

Chan (Accepted the gift.) Thank you. Come on, take a seat. I’ll get you something to eat.

(Chan went on their kitchen to get her something to eat but then Celestine prepared Athena’s food already.)

Celestine I heard a knock so I assumed it was a guest. (She handed Chan the food.)

Chan

(She handed the food to Athena then sat down beside her.) I hope you’ll like it.

Athena

(Tasted the food.) It’s good! (Chokes on the food. She thought it was a normal cough but then she started losing her breathe.)

SEQUENCE 16

(Athena’s parents rushed into Chan’s house when they heard the news about their daughter.)

Athena’s Father (Pointed on Chan.) If she dies, I will kill you father myself and I will make your life living hell.

Athena’s Mother (Whispering but mad.) What the hell happened in here?

(Talking to Celestine.)

Celestine Chan handed the food. He poisoned your daughter. On purpose. (She’s boiling mad.)

Chan (Stunned.) She’s dead. Athena’s dead.

Athena’s Mother (Rushed into Chan and started slapping him.) This is your fault! I will kill your father. Mark my words! (She cried then went on Athena’s body.)

SEQUENCE 17

(Chan couldn’t attend Athena’s burial he then just went after everything. Athena’s mother really did it, Athena’s mother killed his father, indirectly.)

Chan (Looking at Athena’s name on the rock then it started raining.) How are you, love? (Started crying along with the rain. He couldn’t hold his tears back anymore.) Take me with you, Athena. Please. Take me.