#yes i’m an albert simp

[unnerving-presence]

honestly i genuinely dont think wesker would judge the body of his s/o ever,,he doesnt give me that vibe and it honestly weirds me out so much when ppl try to paint him like that lol (then again im insane and love him sooooo) like,,idk this is prolly SO stupid of me but i genuinely refuse to believe albert would treat his s/o like shit 🧍‍♂️my gay ass refuses to accept that

no cause i totally agree with you on this

time and time again i will use excella as a prime example as to why he simply wouldn’t do shit like that because SHE IS ALSO A WESKER SIMP 😭 yes in that circumstance she was being used but when i talk about this i use the part where.. yk he rizzed her up and treated her good enough to the point where she’d do literally anything for him and also told her they’d change the world together. she also called him albert!! she felt close enough to him to even call him by his first name. they’ve been working together for years, clearly wesker’s been working his charm on her

if wesker’s gonna treat a sexy ass bitch like that and it’s just to use her, imagine how he’d treat you if you were his s/o and he really cared about you

wesker has good relationships with both alex and birkin and still stays in contact with alex during re5. he doesn’t treat her like shit for no reason just because he’s albert wesker. he can and does care about people 🤷‍♀️ i’m tired of people acting like wesker has no emotions and can’t be fucking NICE

news flash !!

these fuckers were friends !! GENUINE FRIENDS (those wesker stans r having an aneurysm rn)

like it or not, wesker doesn’t treat everybody in his life like shit. sure, by nature he can be a little egotistical and competitive but that doesn’t mean he goes “KILL YOURSELF” to everybody he sees. like the same people that accuse other wesker stans of making him ooc (they made a comfort ai tik tok where he says reassuring words how dare they 👿) also make him ridiculously ooc by acting like he can’t have friends or good relationships with people. yes, he doesn’t really like most people and it totally would take years upon years to form a genuine bond with him, but that doesn’t mean he’s gonna be a dick to everybody anyways. he’s obviously maintains professionalism in his daily life and during work. i have no idea what brings these people to assume that wesker doesn’t have the capability to be a decent human being

anyways wesker would treat his s/o good cause.. yk ur his fucking s/o why wouldn’t he 😭❤️

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Hello friend! Heres my info for the matchup exchange :D! I’d prefer a male killer from DBD, but honestly, if a survivor matches more with me thats cool too! (I’m a massive wesker simp but disregard this if he doesn’t match well with me, I promise I’m fine with it :D!!)

I use any pronouns :) I'm 5’6, I have very fair skin (i can't wear most concealer because im too pale :,) I have beauty marks that can be seen on my entire body, I have a slightly curly, blonde wolfcut, and light blue eyes. I have an hourglass shape, I am a little chubby though and have thicker thighs and uh... chest. I'm normally pretty careful.. but I do have a few scars on my knees from times I've tripped :,)) I'm proud of it all though!

Personality wise, l'm pretty dependent on other people's moods, if they're calm, I am too. Sad? Same here.. Besides that l'm usually very quiet and observant, preferring to watch the conversation rather than join in, ya know? l’ll only step in if someone asks my opinion or its something i'm super interested in/have lots of knowledge about. Seriously, I'll rant for hours to my s/o about my interests. I tend to be hyperactive and affectionate around people I care about though (especially my s/o), I absolutely will cuddle up next to them at any given moment, no questions asked. (I also will endlessly flirt with my partner if im feeling like an absolute gremlin-) I also love to playfully tease my partner, I will actually tackle them istg- l'm super caring and loyal too, so l'll make sure they know how appreciative I am of them with compliments and little gifts (random things I found that I thought they’d like- I’m like a crow-)!

I have bad anxiety which constantly makes me overthink things and fear that my partner is only with me out of pity.. Which only leads me to being jealous of others around my s/o. Haha clingy much ? :,))

Anyways, my hobbies include photography, knitting/sewing, playing video games, writing, listening to music, and fashion design!

Love language: Physical touch, gift giving, quality time.

Thank you so much and please take your time on this! Happy holidays :DD !

omg yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

Anyways, I match you with...

Albert Wesker!

Please you two are a match made in... the entity's realm. I guess

Don't worry about the concealer, he'll have the entity make some especially for you. He doesn't care what it takes. All 4 kills every trail for the next ten trials? They're dead. A blood sacrifice? Already done. Albert doesn't really care if you wear it or not. You're still as beautiful to him either way, but if it makes you happy, he'll do anything to get it for you

This man will hug, squeeze, kiss, or even bite your curves every chance he can get. You can't blame him though! You're just so...squishy, and he loves it.

He's almost always calm, so you will be too. Seriously, this man needs to learn to express his feelings more often.

Pretty much the only time Wesker isn't calm is after an especially difficult trail. You get one of two versions of him. He's either very VERY angry, to the point where he'll excuse himself to go let put some of said anger, or he gets really affectionate. You won't be getting up for a while.

Please rant to him about anything you want. He loves it so much, even if it looks like he doesn't. It makes Wesker content to see you so excited.

He's never content

Flirt with him, I dare you. He'll flirt back so hard. It'd be funny to watch you guys go back and forth, trying to fluster the other

Albert almost always wins

He will keep each and every gift that you give him in his drawer at RPD. The entity makes it to where the drawer that he keeps them in is much bigger than it looks.

Don't worry about being jealous, Albert literally never interacts with others. He only does if either you or the entity makes him.

Please make him socialize, he needs it sometimes

Make him a new outfit and he'll love it. He may not wear it in trials, but he'll wear it when no one other than you can see it. He has an image to uphold, just not around you

If you're a survivor, Wesker will still chase you around in the trails. He won't hurt you, heavens no! He'll just get your adrenaline going

He'll also make it VERY clear to all the other survivors and killers that you aren't to be touched.

One time, Ace scoffed at you and said some...unsavory things. When you finally told Wesker about it, he made sure that Ace had a very interesting trail. He did some things that even the entity couldn't stop.

His head was delivered to the campfire on a stick :)

Anytime any of the killers even look at you for too long, let alone sacrifice you, they get an earful from Albert. And maybe a sock to the jaw if they argue back-

If you're a fellow killer, he'll sit there and let you vent about survivors being dicks and anything else you want to vent about

All in all, he enjoys your presence very much and will let you do anything you want

Treat him well :D

[qdc-anna]

Hello and Welcome to my Shit Brain Fungus Blog!

🚧 Warning! This blog is still under construction!  🚧 

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Introduction!

Anna’s the name (29/F) and I’m your friendly neighborhood internet weirdo!!

- I love to hang out with my friends and simping over fictional characters, may it be here or on Discord. I’m also enjoying shitposts of all kind, the weirder and louder, the better. 

- My Husbandos are one of my biggest hyperfixations. I don’t have actually a “type”; anyone can end up as a Husbando, it goes from the animes from the 80s to 90s, over video games of all kind, even to cartoons meant for preschool kids (more about that later)!

- I’m trying to curate my own internet experience, so I'm not really fond of hanging out in fandoms and communities. I also tend to be really picky when it comes to follow people back, so please don’t be dissappointed if I don’t follow you back, no hard feelings.

- I will absolutely not engage into discourse about everything that happens IRL and online, but if I do, I pack out my popcorn and laugh about the bitchfights with my friends. Also I live under the rule of “It’s okay to not like things, but don’t be a dick about it”. Hate the thing, but not the people who love the things you hate.

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Husbandos!

Primary Husbandos:

-  Albert Harebrayne / Benjamin Dobinbough (The Great Ace Attorney: Resolve)

- Fireman Sam (the CGI one, yes)

- Dr. Livesey (Остров сокровищ)

- Jean-Paul Rochina (Armored Trooper Votoms)

Secondary Husbandos:

- Scott and Virgil Tracy (Thunderbirds)

- Aloysius Parker (Thunderbirds Are Go! (2015))

- Bobby Fulbright (Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies)

- Inspector Gadget

- Top Hat (TUGS)

- Helmut J. Lecoque (Fang of the Sun Dougram)

- Kotsett Memura (Combat Mecha Xabungle)

- M’Quve (Mobile Suit Gundam)

- General Dagon and Captain Ram (Space Battleship Yamato III)

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Boundaries!

- I tend to get very uncomfortable looking at ships involving many of my Husbandos (that’s one of many reasons why I don’t hang out in communities). Sharing many of them with other selfshippers (with a very few exception) is also difficult for me! 

- I used to be a hypochondriac, which I have under control. However, posts listing symptomes of deadly diseases makes me feel very queasy.

- I’m trying to escape reality on the internet, since I’m also work on a full-time job. Posts about the happenings around the world IRL stresses me out.

- Otherwise, I’m tolerant to almost anything!

[sparkedblaze]

big ask i know BUT

whats ur favorite thing about each character in ur pinned post 👀👀

*deep breath*

Albert: I love his sass and his general assholery

Elmer: Sunshine boi™️

Jack: Angsty artist looking for a better life far away from where he is (relatable)

Davey: Again, sassmaster9000

Les: Such a little asshole, thinks the world of Jack and Davey, absolutely becomes King of Brooklyn

Mush: Sunshine boi 2: Electric Boogaloo

The Delanceys: I’m not even gonna say anything about them here. I have DOZENS of posts

Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, Stu Podmore, and Pandora Lovegood very special cases bc I really like the versions that I rp on Instagram (very much not canon fuck jkr)

Leo Valdez: Feels like a 3rd (or 7th) wheel all the time. Stupid jokes to cope with pain. He was my first pathetic little man

Luke Castellan: Y’all know I love villains. And the twist in the first book and then the way he moves and acts throughout the rest of the series??!!! I love him (also I wanted him to step on me when I was younger but that’s neither here nor there)

Frank Zhang: HES SUCH A TEDDY BEAR AND SO PROTECTIVE OF HIS FRIENDS 😭😭😭I LOVE HIM SM

Dabi: THE STORY?!?! ARE YOU FKING KIDDING ME?!?! BRUH IM CAUGHT UP ON THE MANGA AND HOLY FUCK DUDE

Shoto: I love him for the same reason I loved Zuko as a kid (*reminder to self watch ATLA again). He was cold and distant because of his past but has this beautiful arc about making friends he didn’t expect and coming out of his shell.

Iwaizumi Hajime: Asshole. Doesn’t put up with Oikawa’s shit. That’s enough for me 💀 Has been my husband since high school 🥰

Nishinoya Yuu: HIM SMILE SO BIG AND HIM REALLY WIDDLE AND HIM SAVE SO GOOD

Joe: 🤤🤤🤤 *clears throat* Sorry um. He’s good at cooking and he can sk8 real good and his husband is really good with technology

John Laurens: He’s so cute and devoted to the cause and LAURENS INTERLUDE MAKES ME S O B

Pip: I love Phillip so much 😭😭HES SO GOOD AT RAPPING AND SO PASSIONATE

Usnavi: I love how much he cares. I talked more about it in that ask post, but I just love him sm

Benny: THE RIFF MAN. HES SUCH A SIMP AND I LOVE HIM

JD: Ohohohoho more villains. I always attach to villains. Always always always.

Heather Chandler: See: JD, BUT ALSO THEY TURNED HER MEMORY INTO SOMETHING GOOD ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Michael Mell: YOU DESERVED BETTER. IVE ADOPTED HIM AS MY SON AND IF ANYONE THINKS MICHAEL MELL WASNT THE BEST FUCKING FRIEND JEREMY HEERE EVER HAD YOURE GONNA CATCH THESE FUCKING HANDS BECAUSE HE WAS THE BEST AND HE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER 😤

Katherine Howard: HER SONG FUCKING SLAPS AND THE SASSINESS LIVE LEAVES ME MELTING 🫠

Anne of Cleves: AGAIN. BANGIN SONG. SASSINESS LIVE. AND I GOT TO DANCE WITH HER WHEN WE WENT TO SEE IT LIVE. SHE GAVE ME HEART HANDS. T W I C E

Justin Laboy: Simp: the Sequel. My mans is just so relatable. Working hard to get into college and throwing it all away. Just for some 🍃

Emmett Forest: DWEEBUS. NERD ALERT. ILYSFM. STANDS UP TO CALLAHAN FOR ELLE. HANDLES CALLAHANS DIVORCE (on his wife’s side obv) ARE YOU BFFR?!?!

Janis: So raise your riiiiight f i n g e r- YES BITCH PREACH. FUCK GENDER ROLES. DONT PUT UP WITH PEOPLE WHO DONT CARE ABOUT YOU.

Christopher Diaz: I only just met this little shitstick but I LOVE HIM. HE HAS SO MUCH RIZZ JFC. EVERYONE LOVES HIM (and I can’t blame them????) HES JUST A LIL GUY

Athena Grant: MOM. SHES SUCH A MOM. AND SHES A GOOD MOM. AND ACAB SHOULD APPLY TO HER BUT IT DOESNT

[tarantulas4davey]

hihi here!! have an albert!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH LOOK AT HIM

also a r m

have one back <3

LOOK HE DOESNT HAVE HIS HAT NDBSHDHDH

[crazyk-imagine]

Love Waits for No One

Pairings: Anthony Bridgerton/ Female (plus size) reader, Daphne Hastings neé Bridgerton/ Simon Hastings

Characters: Female (plus size) reader, Edwin (reader’s servant and friend), Daphne Basset neé Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Albert Basset (I never heard a name in the show, what else was I to do?),  Maryanne (Hyacinth’s maid), Benedict Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Sienna, Harriet (readers maid), Francesca Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Reader’s mother (bit of a bitch, oops), Fredrick “Freddy” Bridgerton (reader and Anthony’s child)

Warnings: We’re moving on from the fact that this imagine probably wasn’t written using the same style as the show but I tried (it’s so hard to write the way they talk XD), angst, fluff, drama, mentions of smut/ sex (almost, moments always lead up to the act but nothing happens, you gotta use your imagination), Benedict and Daphne are trouble makers, Anthony, Simon, Daphne, and reader are horny bitches (I have no regrets), Anthony is a simp for the reader, Benedict, Daphne, and Edwin wish for their brother and friend to be happy

Word Count: 12,684 (I have never written this much, so fu- frickin pumped)

*I have been working on this nonstop for like five days and I’m very happy with the whole thing. Thank you and enjoy!

I also haven’t much plus size imagines for Bridgerton so, I thought why not?

Also, who’s ready for season 2?

Answers to LWFNO

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You exit the carriage, ignoring Edwin’s hand, as usual. 

He stands to the side, hands behind his back, following you. “Are you sure you wish to have tea with the Bridgerton family?” he asks. 

You roll your eyes, “yes, Edwin. I’ll be fine, besides it’s time for us to make amends.” 

“No one other than yourself, Benedict, and Anthony knows exactly what happened that night.” 

“Yes, yes which is why, I wish to make amends and have someone else to talk to other than my annoying servants.” 

“I speak for everyone when I say, we enjoy your company, and you treat us nicely, some might say better than others.” 

“You don’t need to be nice and pretend like I’m not the worst employer you’ve ever had,” you tease but you don’t use a joking tone or expression. 

Edwin’s jaw drops, he begins to stutter, “no- no- that is not what I meant Miss. I was- I was-” 

You chuckle, “I know you were joking. I needed to have a good laugh before I enter my own personal hell.” 

“I understand you have some, shall I say, important information to discuss with the Bridgerton’s but you shouldn’t be using such language, Miss.” 

“You’ve been telling me the same thing since I was a young girl.” 

“And I shall continue to do so.” 

You gasp with a chuckle.

-

“May I present-” Edwin takes a step towards the butler. 

“That’s not necessary.” 

“But-” 

“I know but the Lady of the house is very particular when it comes to these things.” 

-

You curtsy, “Good morning, Bridgerton family." Before you know it, Daphne, Eloise, Gregory, and Hyacinth are hugging you. You take a step back, attempting to wrap your arms around them. “Well, hello to you too,” you chuckle. 

“What do you expect when we haven’t seen you since before, I got married?” Daphne asks, standing closest to you. 

“I wasn’t quite sure what I was expecting but it certainly wasn’t me being mauled by you four. Daphne and Eloise, perhaps but you two,” you point to the youngest of the siblings. “I was not expecting. I thought you two were too young to remember me?” 

“How could we forget our favorite hide and seek player?” Hyacinth asks. 

“Ah, now I see how it is. You only came to me because you wish to play with someone who is not family and will actually participate.”

“No,” the two disagree. 

“Yes,” you reply. 

“Who’s- oh my. Were we informed of your return?” Violet asks. 

“No, I wished to surprise my favorite family.” 

“I told her to write a letter,” Edwin chimes in. 

You turn, giving him a stern look. 

“But she,” he clears his throat. “I’ll be- I’ll be elsewhere.” 

“You have fun with that, Edwin.” 

He bows and exits the room with a few of the Bridgerton’s maids and other servants. 

“You must be nicer to him. He’s been with your family for so long,” Daphne says. 

“Lord knows how he’s managed to deal with you as long as he has. He’s a saint,” Eloise adds. 

“I wonder how long he would last if I left him here,” you wonder. 

“Not long. He’d be gone before Eloise could start one of her rants,” Daphne whispers to you. 

“Yes, it will be me who makes him leave,” Eloise adds with attitude. 

“Enough, I’m sure our dear friend didn’t come all this way just to hear you and your charm,” Daphne teases. 

“She’s right. Come, we’ll have the maids bring us tea and your favorites. Mama, is it alright if we have tea outside? It’s a beautiful day today.” 

You shake your head, “no, we- we should just stay inside and- and have tea?” You ask, unsure of, well everything. 

“Sadly, I agree with Daphne. Plus, Gregory and Hyacinth can play so we ladies can gossip with one another,” Eloise says. 

“You could stay in here and read a book, if you do not wish to join us outside,” you add, making sure she knows her options and doesn’t feel as if she’s forced to join you and her sister. 

“I’ll think about it.” 

“I’ll be back,” Daphne leaves, getting everything ready. 

Eloise returns to the couch reading her book. 

Gregory and Hyacinth stand in front of you, unsure of what to do. 

You tilt your head, “why don’t you two go and change into something less fancy and frilly. We wouldn’t want to give Viscountess Bridgerton a fright because of the stains on your fanciest clothes.” 

“Okay,” and the two run off to find something more suitable.

-

Violet stands in front of you, studying you, seeing the handsome young lady you’ve become (even if it has only been a few years). “It’s good to see you again, dear.” 

“I’m happy to see you as well, Viscountess Bridgerton.” 

She scoffs, “I don't know how many times I am to repeat myself. You can call me, Violet. We've known each other since you were a child, I wish for you to be comfortable enough as to call me by my name.” 

“I understand but it would be better if we have more of a "business" relationship rather than a friendship.” 

“Who has told you such lies?” 

“No one,” you lie, but Violet knows exactly who has told you such an outrageous and untrue thing… your mother. 

“I can tell when you are not being honest with me. I won't push you... this time. I only wish for you to know that I care for you as a daughter, and I want you to know you are a part of this family as much as any of my children and that extends to Duke Hastings and my grandson.” 

“Of course. It’s an honor to have you think of me in such a way.” 

Violet sighs, “I will leave you be now. I hope you and Daphne enjoy yourselves this afternoon.” 

“She’ll make it her mission to make this one of the best afternoon teas we’ve ever had.” 

The two of you chuckle remembering how serious Daphne gets when it comes to the two of you having tea. She always makes sure that everything is perfect; this is the one thing you would happily admit that you are jealous of. 

“Her ability to throw an afternoon tea together so quickly, with the help of those around her of course, has always fascinated me,” you add.  

-

“What is it you wish to talk about today, Dutchess Basset,” you question her. 

“Why are you using my title when you did no such thing earlier?” Daphne asks. 

“No reason. I should have used it for all of you earlier, it won’t happen again.” 

“That’s not what I’m saying. You’re pushing yourself away from me, from us, like you did before, and we hardly saw one another during that time. You hardly answered any of our letters. I was lucky to have gotten more than a handful of letters with each passing season.” 

“I assumed we weren’t as close as we once were.” 

“May I ask why?” 

“My mother and the gossip.” 

“You’ve never listened to either before. Why are her comments and gossip bothering you now?” 

“She says, I should be like you, married and expanding our family. Not leaning towards becoming a spinster, although as time passes it doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I feel I would be the rare kind of spinster.” 

“Which is?” 

“The fun kind.” 

You two chuckle. 

“I missed this,” she says softly. 

“As did I,” you admit, showing her your vulnerability. 

“Don’t use our titles. We’re closer than that,” she picks up a pastry off the table in front of her. “And, if you happen to become a spinster, I will not abandon you even if others tell me I would be better off without you. I won’t because you and your friendship mean too much to me.” 

“Daphne, you’re too kind. It’s no wonder the duke fell for you in no time… even if your relationship wasn’t real at first.” 

She smiles bashfully, looking off into the distance. “Yes,” she lifts her head. “And what of you?” 

“What of me?” 

She leans forward, “Do you have any callers?” Her voice hardly higher than a whisper. 

“No, no one for me. As I said, by the end of this season, I assure you, I will most likely end up a spinster.” 

“I don’t believe it.” 

The two of you sip your tea. 

“You have yet to follow your heart?” She asks. 

You sigh, your shoulders sag, “I wish to follow my heart, but I cannot because the one who owns my heart, loves another.” 

She has a slight idea as to who you’re talking about and struggles to find the right words she can say to encourage you or lift your spirits. “That- that doesn't mean you shouldn't try." 

You shake your head, "I cannot try. I do not wish to put myself in harm’s way.” 

She gives you a confused look, “what do you mean?” 

“I would be hurting myself more than anyone and that would be because I would be trying to force something that clearly isn't meant to be.” 

“You can’t truly think that is what you and my-”

-

Simon walks towards the two of you with his, almost, two-year-old son giggling in his arms. 

He leans down to whisper, "it seems mama is busy with her friend. Perhaps we should play another round of hide and seek?"

-

You sigh, pushing yourself out of the chair, wiping away any visible wrinkles on your dress. "No, no. I was just about to find Gregory and Hyacinth so we could play hide and seek. I have to defend my title after all." 

Daphne chuckles, “I can’t believe I had forgotten about that.” 

“That is only because you and your siblings have yet to beat me.” 

“I suppose so, yes.” 

“May I bring little Albert? I wish for my favorite Basset to learn the proper ways of playing hide and seek so he shall beat me when he is older.” 

“You’re never going to let this go, are you?” Simon asks. 

You shake your head, “no.” 

He sets little Albert onto the ground, expecting the young boy to run towards his mother but it’s as if the boy has other plans. 

You smile, picking him up so he settles on your waist. “Are you ready, little one?” You poke his belly, and he giggles. 

“It seems I have a new partner. We’ll be back soon.” You turn and walk away. 

“He is not to have stains on his clothes!” Daphne shouts. 

“I make no promises.” 

Albert looks back and waves to his parents, they return the gesture with smiles.

-

“I know she is your friend, but is it wise to leave our son with her?” 

Daphne turns to him, giving him a look. 

“Albert is in the best of care. When we were all mere children, she would help mama with Gregory and Hyacinth. If one of the two were fussy, she would pick them up and they would stop crying almost immediately.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes, mama would say she has a gift and would make a good mother.” 

“Did I interrupt something?” Simon asks. 

She knows what he’s talking about and sighs, “no. It seems that my brother still hasn't revealed his true feelings for her. And her mother isn’t helping.” 

“The day will come, have faith in your brother.” 

“I'm afraid, it won't come soon enough, and I'll lose my dearest, closest friend forever.” 

“I do not think that will happen. You are Daphne Basset,” he smiles, she turns to look at him and her lips stretch into a smile. “When you put your mind to it, you’ll find a way.” 

“I also fear she may be fleeing London tonight.” 

“And you wish to stop her?” He asks, with a raised brow, already knowing the answer. 

“If I do, it will be because of my own selfish reasonings. I could never do that to her, but she needs to know that she is not alone and has people here, who care about her. People who will not tell her,” Daphne pauses, not wanting to tell someone else of the things that you’re told daily by your mother. 

She trusts Simon, he is her husband, but there are some things she cannot discuss because it should be your choice to do so. 

“That’s something you will not be able to change. Perhaps, you are to let the two find each other and work it out for themselves.” 

“We both know that will never happen.” 

“You should have faith in Anthony.” 

“When have you ever been such a fan of him?” 

He shrugs, “I think things will work out. Look at the us, we did.” 

“Only after you realized you wished to have me.” 

He chuckles, leaning closer to Daphne. “Is that how you remember it?” 

“Am I wrong?” 

“It seems that I must remind you of what happened,” he says, breathlessly. 

She turns her head, looking away from him, tilting her head up, almost defiantly. “I’d like to see you try, remember we are at my family’s home, husband.” 

“Then it seems we are to sneak away so that I may have my way with my wife,” he teases, standing up, offering her his hand. 

The two-share mischievous and loving smiles for one another as the two run away, searching for a more secluded area.

-

“Okay, for the first round, I shall seek you. Does that sound fair?” You ask the three children. 

“I think Gregory should do it first.” 

“No, Hyacinth should do it.” 

The two youngest Bridgerton’s begin bickering. 

You sigh, glancing down at the young boy in your arms, “I try to be smart to avoid this and they still bicker. Be happy you have no siblings just yet.”

Little Albert smiles. 

“Okay. Children. Children!” You raise your voice an octave and they turn. “I shall seek first. Whoever I find first will be the next seeker, okay?” 

“Yes.” 

“Good. This time I shall have an assistant.” 

“Why?” Gregory asks. 

“Albert is too young to be on his own and I have a feeling you two will be hiding in places that are too harsh for him. Is this going to be a problem?” 

“No.” 

“Good. I shall turn around and let you hide now. As usual, I’ll shout to let you know the game has begun. Now,” you turn around. “Go.” 

You listen to their footsteps as they run away and the grass crunching under their feet. “You two better have found a good spot!” You shout. 

The game has begun.

-

“Where do you think they went?” You ask the young boy in your arms. 

“Shall I take him?” Edwin asks, sitting with a few other servants, chatting about various things. 

“No, you stay seated and enjoy your gossip.” 

“You know me too well, Miss.” You smile, leaning your head down to whisper, “let us hunt, Albert.” 

The boy giggles.

-

After walking down two hallways and checking, at least, fifteen rooms, you decide to set the boy down. 

He holds onto your fingers as you two continue to explore and search for the two children. 

You bend down, “It seems as if this floor is clear. Shall we try another?” 

“Yes.” 

You smile and stand up. “Someone is eager to win.” 

The two of you turn a corner. 

You bump into someone, ready to apologize until you look up. “Benedict!” 

He’s also shocked to see you here, at his family’s home. “You’re here. Why are you here?” 

You scoff to yourself, “that’s one way of greeting guests.” 

“You know why I asked, don’t play dumb… have you seen-” 

“No.” 

“Oh,” he looks down. 

“Uncle Benny!” 

“Hello, little Albert. What are you two doing?” 

“Playing!” 

Benedict looks to you. 

“We’re searching for Gregory and Hyacinth.” 

“Was that the first thing they asked when they saw you?” 

“Shockingly, no. They did bring up the subject though.” You begin walking away from him. 

He follows. “Ah! Would it be too much to ask, if I can join?” 

“I’m sure you have other things you are to be doing at this very moment.” 

“My calendar is clear.” 

“Of course, it is.” 

“You act as if you are not happy to see the person you once considered to be a friend and close confidant, with certain matters.” 

“That’s what happens when that confidant is another’s confidant and keeps certain information to them self so one gets hurt but it still happens.” 

“I did what I thought was right.” 

“And I don’t hold that against you-” 

“Doesn’t sound like it.” 

“I only wished we all could have said our truths… before anyone of us got hurt.” 

“How long are you staying?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“What’s brought you back?” 

“Family matter.” 

“Is there any other reason, you came to visit today?” 

“No. Do you know where either of the children are?” 

“They could be outside. When you left, they took your advice on hiding in the last place people would think of, very seriously.” 

“You couldn’t have told me this before?” 

“Would you have talked to me, if I didn’t?” 

“It’s making it harder to trust you again.” 

“I didn’t want to hide anything from you. You must believe me but-” 

You stop in front of him. “I am here to stop whatever it is we have going on between the three of us. It is not fair to everyone else. I want to be able to come here and not have to worry about it being awkward.” 

“It would have never been awkward.” 

“He would step out of the room whenever I was there, a few days before I left. So, yes, things would be awkward because I’m sure your family would ask what happened, but you couldn’t say out of respect for your brother.” 

“If anything, it would have been out of respect for you.” 

“If that’s what you think.” You lift Albert into your arms as you pick up the pace, exiting the home to search in the backyard. 

Benedict lightly jogs to catch up with you, stopping in front of you, this time. “It’s the truth. I am not going to hurt you again. Our friendship means too much to me and when you left, it left a gaping hole in my heart that feels as if it can never be fixed because of something I did or, rather, something I didn’t say.” 

A smile stretches across your lips. 

The second eldest looks frightened. “Why are you smiling? Is there something on my face that you’ve only now just noticed?” 

You shake your head.

-

Turning towards the bushes when you hear a rustle followed by laughter. You walk away from Benedict and head towards the bushes, setting Albert down. “Can you see either your aunt or uncle hiding in there?” 

He nods, opening his mouth to respond. 

“Shh,” you place a finger over your lips. 

“We are going to whisper so they can’t hear us.” 

“Aunt Cindy and Uncle Greg.” 

“Both? Really? Who did you see first?” 

He points to you. “Of course, you saw me first, I’ve been with you this whole time.” 

He points to the bush. “Do you mean you saw your aunt first?” 

“Yes,” he says and rubs his eye. 

“Have I tired you out with our search, little one?” 

“I’m not tired.” 

“Okay. Let’s find the two and then your parents.” 

“Okay.”

-

“What just happened?” Benedict asks. 

“You’ve done what you should have done that night,” Edwin answers him. 

“What?” 

“You’ve proven to her that you care about your friendship and wish to make things right. Although what you did wasn’t right, she’s happy to hear that you wish to fix your, shall we say, mistake. I know how much she missed talking to you while she was away.” 

“Do you think we can make things right?” 

“I think that the friendship you and the lady of the house have is a rare one. You both will overcome this.” 

He nods, letting out a breath of relief. “I needed to hear that, thank you.” 

“Of course, anything I can do to help.”

-

Benedict jogs over to where you, Albert, Gregory, and Hyacinth lay on the grass. “I see you’ve found them.” 

“Yes, and young Albert has done nothing to help me, instead he joins in on the torture I endure as you see before you.” 

He hums, hands behind his back. “Yes, I can see that. Are you two done? I believe mother is calling for you two.” 

“But-” Gregory begins to protest. 

Their older brother gives them a look. 

“C’mon, Gregory. The adults want to talk.” 

“I’m older than you. Why are you telling me we should leave? I should be the one telling you this.” 

Two maids walk over to where you all are. “Miss Hyacinth and Mister Gregory, Viscountess Bridgerton wishes to speak with you. Come with us and we’ll help you get ready.” 

Gregory sighs. 

Hyacinth follows with no complaints. 

Hyacinth turns around, “can we play again tomorrow?” 

“We shall see.” 

“Should we take the young duke with us?” One of the maids, Maryanne, you believe was her name asks. 

“No, I wish to bring him to his parents myself. Thank you.” 

She curtseys. 

Once the four disappear, Benedict offers you, his hand. “Would you like some help?” 

“Yes, please.”

-

Anthony exits the family home to see Benedict helping you up off the ground. He freezes, not expecting to see you here… or ever again. 

He watches you brush off any dirt and grass that stuck to your dress before bending down to pick up his nephew. 

He hurts, in his heart, in his stomach, in his lungs. He hurts everywhere at the sight of you, standing beside his brother, laughing with him and holding little Albert. 

Some part of him is afraid he’s coming down with something. 

He’s never felt this way, not even with Sienna. 

The night you left is when he had truly realized he would rather be with you than her. 

Yes, he’ll admit (to himself) that he did love Sienna, but only a small fraction of him did. You see, his heart belongs to you. He has yet to put two and two together on this matter for himself. 

Everyone else can see it but he has yet to. 

What hurt him the most that night was that you had left a letter for Daphne which was also for Colin, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth. 

He knew you and Benedict had talked before your departure because his brother stormed into his private office and blew up, telling him everything he needed to know.

-

Anthony grabs his coat, putting it on, “where is she now?” 

“She’s gone,” Benedict whispers, slouched in a chair. 

“Do you know where she’s going?” 

“No, I couldn’t ask.” 

Anthony turns around, “why didn’t you ask her? She could be injured or- or hurt?” 

“You didn’t see her face.” 

“I don’t care how she looked- I want to know where she is, Benedict.” 

“I couldn’t ask her. She is upset-” 

“I’m going to look for her. It is better she be upset than lying in a ditch somewhere.” 

“She’s not going to be home. She has left for good… she knows.” 

“Knows what?” 

Silence. 

“She knows what Benedict?” 

“She knows of where you go when you are not with family. She knows who your heart truly belongs to.” 

“She- how did she find out? Did you tell her?” 

“I don’t know how she knows. I only answered her question.” 

“Which was?” 

“If you were in love with the opera singer.” 

“And what did you say?” 

“The truth.” 

“You don’t know the truth of which you spoke.” 

“What don’t I know?! I know you would rather lay with the soprano than be with your family and the woman who-” 

“Who? Who what? Is there something you’re not telling me?” 

Benedict looks away, “no.” 

Anthony furrows his brows, “there’s more to this than what you’re telling me.” 

“The least I can do is at least keep this one thing to myself and not cause any more damage.” 

“What are you not telling me?” 

“You cannot ask me that?” 

“If it pertains to her, I need to know.” 

“Why should I tell you? It won’t change anything.” 

“It will change everything.” 

“She,” he sighs, rubbing his forehead. “She’s gone because your heart belongs to another.” 

The Viscount furrows his brows. “Why does that matter?” 

“Are you really that blind brother? Can you not see how she cares for you? How her heart yearns for you, but she knows you love another, and she cannot bear to see it any longer? Do you know why she is leaving at this very moment, tonight?” 

Anthony says nothing. 

“She saw you and your lover. She came to ask if you would accompany her to the market so she could get Daphne a new pair of gloves for her to wear for her first season. But instead, she found you and Sienna in a compromising position before she ran home crying. The only reason she came to me before she left was to hear the truth. I confessed what you’ve told me. Now she is gone.” 

“How could you tell her!?” 

“How could you make me keep your secrets?! You know of our friendship, we tell each other things no one else knows about. We have a special friendship.” 

Anthony scoffs, “special friendship.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“Nothing.” 

“I am nothing more than a friend to her and she is the same for me. You are just too unsure of your feelings for her to see that you actually love her and not your precious soprano.” 

Anthony whirls around, “what did you say?” 

Benedict turns away, “nothing.” 

“No, repeat what you said.” 

“Why should I? You know how you feel about her. I don’t see any reason to repeat myself.” 

“You think I love her?” 

“I don’t think so. I know.” 

“That’s- that’s- no.”

-

Anthony shakes his head, ridding himself of the memories from the night that haunts him still. 

Again, his heart aches, this time at the sight of you holding little Albert. 

As he’s finally come to terms and realized how he truly feels about you, it was over. The search for a Viscountess came to a short hiatus, to those who aren’t family know of this decision. 

He wishes to be able to gather the courage to confess to you and right the wrong that took place years ago but, with the way you two look at one another it is then, he once again understands that he is jealous; of the way you and his brother can go back to being friends and not look as if you hate him. 

The way he believes you will look at him and if this is the case, it would truly break him. 

He stands there, watching, unsure if he should move to you or ask to speak with you and say- he wouldn’t know how to begin but he knows he needs to get a few things off his chest. 

Before he knows it, the two of you are walking towards him.

-

Simon exits the home, standing beside his friend with his hands behind his back. “Are you going to confess?” 

“Confess what?” 

“Don’t pretend you don’t notice the handsome woman before you. The woman who loves you.” 

“She no longer loves me.” 

“Have you asked her?” 

“I don’t need to. I can tell by her expression; she no longer has a romantic interest in me.” 

“I’m afraid I don’t see it.” 

“Shouldn’t you be off somewhere pretending you weren’t just having your way with my sister.” 

Simon chuckles and smiles. “Nothing gets past you except the sad and longing expression she holds for you and only you. I’m sure even when she hears others speak of you, she will still have a longing expression she holds for you.”

-

Simon walks away from his friend, standing before you. “It’s good to officially greet the friend my wife has told me so much about and hopefully have longer conversations with that aren’t in a letter or when you take my son to play.” 

You awkwardly smile, feeling uncomfortable being in the eyesight of the man that still manages to make your heartbeat fast. “It is. I apologize for taking little Albert without your consent, but I shall let you know he had a wonderful time. I’m afraid I tired him out.” 

The two of you chuckle. 

“It’s quite alright. I’m happy to see he had so much fun.” You lean forward, as if to whisper a secret, “I also thought it would be nice for a husband and wife to be alone.” 

Simon’s brows almost immediately go up. You are more than what Daphne has described and more than he has read about. He welcomes it. “I’m afraid to say I have no words.” 

“It’s more than alright. I do apologize if I am a little too “unladylike”. But I believe you are here to collect something.” 

He chuckles, “yes.” He takes Albert from your arms. “If you are still here by the end of the season, I think I shall make you our new nanny.” 

“You or your wife never mentioned how funny you would be in our letters.” 

“She forgets simple things like that.” 

“Yes, that is true. Good day to you, Duke Basset.” 

Daphne stands beside her husband, placing a hand on his arm and rubs her child’s cheek. “When I said, you shouldn’t call us by our title earlier, that includes my husband.” 

“If that is what he wishes,” you add. 

“It is. We are all friends here.” 

You glance over at Anthony whose gaze is still on you. “Yes,” you look away. “We are.” 

“I wish to speak with our dear friend, if you don’t mind sister,” Benedict intertwines your arm with his as he gestures to Anthony with his eyes. 

She understands and pulls Simon inside, saying they must put Albert down for his afternoon nap.

-

You notice Benedict trying to walk you in the direction of his brother. You attempt to avoid him but are very unsuccessful when your dear friend tightens his grip. You sigh, accepting defeat. 

“Anthony!” Benedict gasps out. “What are you doing here? I thought you had pressing matters to attend to, the rest of this afternoon?” 

“I can deal with them later,” the Viscount says, not removing his gaze from you. 

“It’s getting late. I think it’s time I return to my home. My mother wishes to speak to me.” 

“No!” Both brothers shout before glancing at one another. 

Anthony doesn’t want you to go. He feels as if he hasn’t seen you long enough and isn’t a hundred percent sure this is even real. He has had far too many dreams that started out in such a way, only for him to wake up and be depressed that very morning. 

Benedict doesn’t want his friend to leave yet, and he doesn’t want you to face your mother because your mood will worsen and become sour. He still wonders how such a rude creature could have created such a darling and sweet daughter. 

“Stay,” Anthony struggles to say. 

You sigh, “I have to discuss it with-” 

“We’re staying!” Edwin shouts, from the window somewhere on the second floor. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive, Miss. Your mother will need hours to prepare herself anyhow.” 

You look away from him, sighing. “It seems I shall be staying.” 

“Good,” Anthony says. 

“I have to go,” Benedict chimes in. 

“What?” You ask. 

“I have a meeting with a friend of mine. He wishes to speak to me and discuss which of my drawings he wishes to keep.” 

“I thought you said your calendar was clear,” you say, giving him a suspicious look. 

“I seem to have forgotten. I shall see you both later.”

-

Benedict runs into the house, entering a room where Edwin, his sister, and her husband stand by a window, attempting to listen in on the two of you.

-

“It’s good to see you,” Anthony says, to fill the awkward silence. 

You don’t respond, instead you scan him, checking him out up and down before looking off to the side. “I’m sure you’re needed elsewhere. We wouldn’t want to keep you.” 

“No,” he clears his throat. “I have nowhere to be.” 

“That’s surprising to hear. I assumed you still sneak away from your family to do,” you pause, glancing at him before looking away once more. “Other important things.” 

“I-” he closes his eyes. He doesn’t want to mess this up, but he has a feeling that’s exactly what’s going to happen. 

“Would you,” he straightens his posture. “Would you stay for dinner?” 

You turn away, facing him. “Dinner? You want me to stay for dinner?” 

“If you can spare a moment… I know my siblings and mother will be happy. If you decide to join us.” 

You sigh, glancing up at the, now, open window.

-

Those eavesdropping quickly back away from the window.

-

You purse your lips, “I know Edwin would be happy.” 

Anthony chuckles, knowing how the man is. “I’m sure he would. I remember how he and the maids enjoyed their idle chats.” 

You almost smile but memories of Anthony in a compromising position with the soprano flash through your mind. 

You take a deep breath, your chest rising as you do so which (although he is slightly ashamed to admit it) catches the Viscounts eye. 

He quickly averts his gaze.

-

A light knock catches his attention, he looks around before looking up. He sees his brother and sister interlock arms and point at you. 

Anthony shakes his head a tiny amount, checking to see if you’re still looking at him, to his luck (and misfortune) you’re not. He looks up at them, shaking his head, mouthing, “no.”

-

You start walking away.

-

Simon pushes the two out of the way so Edwin can step closer to the window.

“What are you doing? Go after her.” 

Anthony is about to protest when you interrupt. 

“Are you coming?” You ask with a bored tone. 

He briskly walks to you. 

The two of you stand side-by-side, wandering through his family home. 

Neither one of you says anything. 

For Anthony, he is in misery, he has no idea how to talk to you. He’s afraid he’ll say the wrong thing and make you more upset than you are now. 

For you, you can’t say anything. You don’t want to talk to him, walking beside him is proving to be a difficult task. 

If only things were different.

-

You venture to the main room where you and the siblings were earlier. 

You do notice that Eloise is no longer here and assume she went somewhere quieter. 

You sit on one of the couches and reach under the couch, to pull out your bag. ‘You are a good man, Edwin.’ 

Anthony watches as you pull out a book, again, doing his best to avoid looking at… certain areas. He grabs whatever book Eloise left behind and sits down on another couch… the one across from you. 

“Is there any particular reason as to why you’ve chosen to sit across from me?” You ask. 

Anthony looks up, observing the way you multi-task, between reading your book and talking to him, “no. The lighting here is good.” 

“And is that why your book is upside down?” 

He looks down, seeing that you are, in fact, correct. “I like a challenge.” 

Your eyes slowly travel up, past your book, and the Viscounts sitting figure to meet his strong gaze. 

It’s too much. 

Both of you stare into each other’s eyes. 

You blink once, gulping down whatever spit has collected in your mouth. You avert your gaze back to the book in your hands. 

Anthony takes the opportunity to occupy the empty space beside you. 

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye. 

The heat radiating off him is something you weren’t expecting but you don’t… hate it, some part of you welcomes it. 

Before he could say anything, you get up, tossing the book on the couch, and pace around the room. 

“Why?” You ask, throwing your arms up. 

“Why what?” Anthony asks, pushing himself off the couch. 

“Why- you- ugh,” you groan. 

“Miss?” 

You spin, facing the door, “yes, Edwin?” 

“Dinner is to be served.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Shall we?” Anthony offers his arm. 

“No.” You walk away from him, leaving him to stare at your figure as you walk away. 

-

“If you confess and tell her of your feelings, I believe things will get better, Viscount Bridgerton,” Edwin says. 

“I do hope you are right.” 

“As long as you are honest, all shall be fine. Come along, it’s time for dinner.”

-

“It is a joyous day, indeed,” Violet says. 

“And why is that?” Eloise asks. 

“Our names were not in the gossip columns and our dear friend has come to visit.” 

“We played outside,” Gregory adds before flicking peas at his younger sister. 

Violet is distracted as the youngest siblings argue with one another, so she doesn’t see the interaction between her eldest and you.

-

Anthony leans down, whispering, “I need to speak with you after dinner.” 

“I’m afraid I have to return home after this, which is something I should have done earlier.” 

“It’s urgent that I speak with you.” 

“I am going to refuse you again.” 

“You should stay.” 

“I don’t want to talk to you.” 

“I am not a man who begs but, for you, I will.” 

“Can I enjoy my meal without listening to your voice?” 

“We are not done. You clearly had something important to tell me before we were interrupted.” 

“How were your travels?” Benedict interrupts (the saint he is). 

You happily turn to your friend. “Interesting.” 

“How so?” 

“I won’t go into detail, but I mainly speak of the sights and food.” 

“And what of the people?” 

“Why do you ask?” 

“Has someone,” he glances at Anthony, “caught your eye?” His attention returns to you. 

“No,” you push the food around on your plate.

-

Edwin bursts through the doors, rushing to you. He bends down to whisper in your ear. 

Your eyes widen. The chair scrapes against the floor as you get up, standing behind the chair. Your knuckles are white as can be while you grip the back of the chair. “I apologize for my sudden outburst, but I must make haste and leave. Dinner was lovely and I enjoyed seeing you all, I wish for us to do this again.” 

Your mother’s shrill voice echo throughout the hallway. 

You close your eyes and furrow your brows as you try to figure out how to get her out of here as fast as you can but it’s too late. 

Your mother shouts your name as she bursts through the doors. “Did you enjoy your dinner?” 

“I was just getting ready to leave, mother.” 

“Is that what I’m seeing? Were the Bridgerton’s helping you with your departure?” 

“Please do not use that tone when you speak of them.” 

“We are leaving. Now.” 

“Yes, mother.” You take a deep breath and curtsy, exiting the room. 

Edwin looks back at the family with a heart broken expression, he nods and takes his leave.

-

“What am I to do with you child?” Your mother asks. 

“I am not a child.” 

“No, you’re not a child. You’re one of those ladies who spreads her legs for anyone who gives them attention. I have not the slightest idea as to why you are my heir.” 

“I am a person,” you whisper. 

“What did you say?!” 

“I am a person. I have feelings and I care,” your voice slowly elevates. “I care about what you say about the people who have shown us, shown me nothing but kindness while you show them hate! It is something I expect to never get the answer to but that doesn’t give you the right! Why did you write for me to come back!?” 

“I don’t need to answer someone who clearly has issues of her own, which she should push aside so she can find a good husband and have a family of her own.” 

“Have you ever thought about what I want?” 

“Why would I do such a thing?” 

You backup, suddenly feeling unwell. "You don't care of your child's wishes, their dreams?" 

"Why is that so important?" 

“Because I am your child, the person who you gave life to. You are to love and cherish them even if they give cause you a great deal of pain. It doesn’t matter because you love them. I’m sorry, mother but I will not be a part of this season.” 

She scoffs, “you will and if you don’t you can say goodbye to the precious family you seem to adore.” 

“I am a grown woman; you cannot control me or my life anymore.” 

“As long as you are under my roof, I can.” 

“I don’t live with you, and I did not plan to come home. You said you wished to speak with me and that is what we are doing.” 

She has a bored expression on her face as she asks, “You want to talk? Here?” 

“Yes. Has something happened?” 

“First, listen to my offer.” 

You’re confused. “What?” 

“Listen.” 

“Okay.” 

“If you participate in this season, I will stop asking you about your future. I can tell while you were away, you have grown and blossomed into someone better than I.” 

You tear up, “mama?” 

She cracks a smile; you haven’t called her that since you were a child and before your father died. She takes a step forward, placing a hand on top of yours. “I have gained some news while you were away.” 

You fear the worst. “What is it? Are you alright?” 

“At the moment, I am. But I am to join your father soon. The doctor says I have till the end of the season.” 

“How- how- how long have you known?” 

“I learned of this when you sent your last letter.” 

“Mama! That was months ago.” 

“I know. I also knew you would have dropped everything to come see your “evil” mother.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“I admit, I have not been the kindest person but that doesn’t mean I don’t hold love in my heart for you, my dear. I do and I apologize for my behavior.” 

You shake your head, sniffing, “you don’t- please don’t do this. It feels as if this is a goodbye.” 

“It could be.” 

“No. I will make these next few months well worth remembering. I wish for you to know how much I love you and I am happy that we are to fix our relationship. I only wish we could have done this earlier.” 

“As do I, dear. As do I.”

-

“Where is mama?” You ask Edwin while you push yourself back against the pile of pillows on your bed. 

He says nothing. 

“Is she alright?” 

“I am afraid, there is something I have to tell you, Miss.” 

The familiar burning sensation in your nose and eyes returns, “please, tell me she is alright.” 

“I am afraid not, Miss. It seems… After you two had your talk and went to bed, your mother-” 

Your sweet Harriet holds a bowl for you to take. 

You throw up all and any food you’ve eaten within one day. “I need to prepare for a funeral.” 

“Is that so wise to do right now?” Edwin asks. 

Harriet takes the bowl and leaves. 

“When else am I supposed to do this? She is to be buried within three days.” You get out of bed, walking towards your vanity mirror. 

“That’s so soon.” 

“She always told me if something, such as this happened to her, she had certain arrangements planned ahead and I am to throw a ball. That is all I am to do. I must get ready and start making calls.” 

You call out for Harriet. 

Edwin takes his leave.

-

A knock on the door and Edwin appears. He sees the Bridgerton’s and Hastings. “Good morning to you all but I’m afraid-” 

“I specifically told the florist; I need white roses.”

-

The Bridgerton’s and Edwin turn to see you figuring out how to get everything perfect for the ball. 

Edwin whirls around to face the family once more. “I’m afraid the Lady of the house is busy and won’t be available for another three days.” 

“Has something happened?” Daphne asks. 

Edwin opens his mouth, trying to figure out the right words before closing it. “It has been a tragic morning.” 

“Did something happen to her?” Anthony asks. 

Everyone (even little Albert) glances at the Viscount before returning their attention to the servant. 

“Her mother passed in her sleep.” 

“Oh, how awful,” Daphne says. 

“The Miss’s and her mother had just talked about rekindling their relationship the previous evening and now she’s gone.” 

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Violet asks. 

“I think it would be wise if you were all gone,” Edwin leans in, closer to whisper, “she has nearly taken off the maid’s and chef’s head because they did not get the correct item she requested.” 

“Let us in,” Eloise orders, pushing through the small crowd, standing before Edwin. 

“I advise that you leave.” 

“Either you let them in or have them return home, Edwin. We have too much to do,” you say. 

“Make your choice.” 

They all step through the door. 

He sighs, “of course.” 

“You have help, let us help you before you wear yourself out,” Daphne pleads, holding your hands. 

“Daphne, I thank you and your family for being here, but I need to do this.” 

“We are helping. Each of us can have a task you assign to us.”

 Edwin takes the opportunity to get you to slow down and interrupts “your mother wrote you a letter, Miss,” he holds the letter up. 

You turn away from Daphne, “what- what does it say?” 

“I believe you will find out once your read it.” 

“I’ll be back,” you whisper. 

“Of course, do you want one of us to go with you?” 

“No. I’ll be back.”

-

You enter your father’s private office that hasn’t been used since you were a mere age of nine. 

‘It stills looks the same.’ 

You pull the dusty covers off the desk and chair, coughing and wafting the air. “I guess they did listen when mama tells- told them not to enter.” 

You sit down, inhaling as images of your papa sitting in this very chair run through your mind. 

You open the envelope, pulling out the letter, unfolding it to find multiple pieces of paper. 

‘My dearest daughter, I hope this letter answers any questions you had regarding my behavior over the last sixteen years…’

-

“I need to clear my head. I’m going for a walk,” Anthony says to Benedict. 

“Do not try to find her? She needs time alone and to clear her head,” the second eldest responds. 

“I don’t need you to tell me what to do.” 

“I’m not, I’m looking out for my friend.” Anthony says nothing as he walks away.

-

Anthony knocks on the door after hearing the sounds of your sniffles. 

You wipe away your tears, “come in.” 

He enters and closes the door behind him. He stands in front of the desk, “how are you?” 

“I’m… I don’t know how I feel.” 

“It’s normal to feel that way.” 

“What’s even stranger is that I’m telling you all this. I never imagined you would be here attempting to comfort me.” 

“You speak of me as if I’m not the best person to help you grieve,” he hands you his handkerchief. 

You snatch it from him, dabbing your eyes you roll your eyes. 

“Did you roll your eyes at me?” 

“No, why would I?” 

“I understand you’re going through a family tragedy but that doesn’t give you the right to be-” 

You push yourself out of the chair, your voice drowns out the legs screeching against the floor, “what? Unkind?” 

“No- I wasn’t going to say that.” 

“Then what is it that you’re trying to say because you- you,” you groan, throwing your hands up before covering your face. 

“Why are you having such a difficult time speaking with me?” 

You remove your hands from your face, “Like you aren’t doing the same.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Before I left, whenever I would walk into a room, you would immediately turn and walk in the opposite direction.” 

“It’s not what it looked it like.” 

You roll your eyes, “I already know of where you ran off to when you weren’t with your family. You need not lie to me, if it was something I did, I wish to know what so I can right my wrong and we can be- we can have a better friendship.” 

“What if I don’t want a friendship?” 

“What? So- so you wish to cut off all ties with each other then?” You place a hand on your stomach as your eyes soften at the thought of never seeing or speaking to him again and close your eyes. 

Anthony is quick, he steps towards you. He pulls your arm away from your torso and holds onto your forearms. “No, no,” he reaches up, cupping your cheek. 

You open your eyes to find his strong gaze already on you. 

“That is the last thing I would do to you.” He leans in, resting his forehead on yours, “you mean too much to me,” he brushes his thumb against your cheekbone. “I made a promise to your father and myself when we were children, I vowed to never allow anyone to hurt you but,” he sighs. “I failed you and I don’t know what how to make things right.” 

“What if things can never be right between us again?” 

“I refuse to believe that is the case.” 

“How can you say that when we haven’t talked to each other for some time?” 

“That doesn’t matter.” 

“It does if you want to keep your promise,” you point out, slipping out of his grasp. “I don’t want you to feel as if you have something to prove or as if you have to keep your promise because I have lost so much so soon. You don’t need to look out for me, I am a grown woman. I am no longer the little girl that would seek you and your siblings out to play or ask either you or Benedict to accompany me places.” 

“I’m doing this because I made a promise-” 

“Then why did you bring it up?” 

“So, you would understand when I tell you how my…” 

“How?” 

“When Benedict came into my private office the night you left, I was ready to go out and look for you.” 

You furrow your brows, not at all expecting him to confess. 

“He informed me of the reasoning behind your departure.” 

You nod, scoffing through your nose, “so you’re only here to make amends for the sake of yourself.” You point to the door, “please leave.” 

“You misunderstand me-” 

“I don’t think I am. I swear, here and now, I will continue to keep your secret relationship with her, to myself.” 

“That’s not what I’m telling you.” 

“Isn’t it?” 

“No!” He holds your forearms, holding you in place so you stop pacing around the room and focus on him and him only. “Stop interrupting me and listen.” 

You hate to admit it… but you like this. 

The feeling of him close, the slight twitch in his lips as he attempts to calm himself, his strong and semi calloused hands on your bare skin. 

Yes, he held you earlier but, it’s as if something in the air has changed. 

“The night you left; I broke my relationship off with her because I realized the truth.” 

You pull your gaze away from his lips, staring into his eyes, you ask, “the truth?” 

“And yesterday.” 

“What is it you’re trying to say, Anthony?” 

“I love it when you say my name,” he rests his forehead on your once again. “I want you to say it more.” 

“Are you feeling alright?” You lift your hand to feel his forehead, but Anthony knows what you’re about to do and brings your hand away from his face, holding it instead. 

He smiles, a warm feeling settles in his heart at the thought of you caring for him. “I am fine. What I am saying is true.” 

“About what?” 

“I’ve dreamed of hearing my name on your lips.” 

“Anthony,” you gasp. “What you are saying-” 

“Is true. When Benedict came into my office, I nearly went mad trying to remember your favorite places you visit when you need time to yourself but then my brother told me the truth behind your departure and…” 

‘Thump thump, thump thump’ 

He leans into you again, resting his forehead on yours, closer than he was before. 

This time, your noses touch, brushing against each other as the Viscount leans in even further. He brings one hand up to cup your cheek before closing his eyes. 

‘Thump thump, thump thump’ 

His lips barely touch yours before you grab at him. 

Your hands wrap around his head, one hand makes its way to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair. Your free hand rests on his cheek, you can feel his sideburns under your fingertips. 

Anthony still has one hand on your cheek. His free hand travels down the curves of your body, pulling you closer as he reaches for your leg to wrap it around his waist with his hand full of your dress, he begins pushing it up. 

The two of you pull apart to catch your breaths, for a quick moment before returning to your “inappropriate” act. 

Anthony pulls away and starts to kiss along your jawline before returning to your lips. 

You hardly notice but a small noise in the back of your throat catches his attention, encouraging him to continue and slightly boosting his ego. 

“I love you,” the man breathes out.

-

Before things could go any farther, the door closed harshly, not technically slamming shut (because of the other guests being in the house) but close enough to have the same effect. 

You pull back from him, your hands find Anthony’s shoulders. 

“What are you doing?” Benedict hisses at Anthony. He pushes his brother away from you, pulling you closer towards him. 

He turns around, ready to tell you what you did was wrong (not just because it’s his brother) but because you’re going through an emotional time and need to heal. 

Benedict sighs at the sight of your shocked and slightly (who are you kidding) disheveled figure. “Fix your dress while I talk to my brother.” 

-

He shoves Anthony into a corner, pretending to fix his hair before smacking the back of his head, “what were you thinking? Have you no morals? She is in mourning over her mother, and you pretend to come in and help her through this time? Are you still upset that you’ve lost your precious soprano?” 

“This isn’t about her. I don’t have anything to do with her anymore. I came here to help your friend understand that it’s okay to feel whatever she may feel.” 

“Was that before or after you almost ruined her and her reputation?” 

“I wouldn’t do that to her.” 

“Didn’t look like it?” 

“I wish to marry her. I stopped my search for a Viscountess because I love her. I understand now what you’ve been trying to tell me.” 

“Yes, very good. But I didn’t mean for you to have your way with her before confessing or proposing to her. She is my friend, and you are my brother, I want you both to be happy but as long as you do this right. Allow her time to grieve before pursuing after her. You can be her shoulder to cry on, if you wish it, but I will not allow you to ruin her because you have no patience.” 

Anthony rolls his eyes. 

“I mean it, Anthony. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from you.” 

“Yes, mother.”

“Have we come to an agreement?” 

“Yes, Benedict.” 

“Good,” he leans down to whisper, “and when you ask for her hand, you are to come to me first.” 

“Why?” 

“She has no father and no brother. I am the closest thing to a male figure she has.” 

The Viscount sighs, “fine. I shall ask you first.” 

Benedict smiles, patting his shoulder, “good. Now get out.” 

“What?” 

“She needs time away from you to cool down and finish making her plans.” “I won’t be-” 

Benedict raises a brow. 

“Fine.” Anthony steps around his brother. He stops in front of you, pecking your cheek, “we need to talk soon.” 

‘Thump thump, thump thump’ 

And he’s gone. 

-

“Are you alright?” Benedict asks you. 

“I don’t know. I think your brother just confessed his feelings to me.” 

“Finally.” 

“I don’t know if that’s a good thing.” 

“What makes you say that?” 

“I don’t think he meant to say what he did to me.” 

“I think he did.” 

“Why do you say that?” 

“He has been in love with you for a long time and only realized it himself.” 

“WHAT?”

-

“Thank you all for coming,” you announce standing on the balcony of your home. “In honor of my mother, she asked me to do one thing in the time of her passing and that was to throw a ball. Please, enjoy!” 

The guests clap before going off to do their own thing. 

A small smile stretches across your lips as you watch the guests before spotting Anthony being nudged by Benedict who then points up to you. 

Anthony sets his drink down before making his way towards the house. 

-

You walk in, aiming to hide in one of the many unused rooms. 

You wind up making your way back to one of the empty sitting rooms, the very one you were in before the ball. 

The fire burning brighter and higher than it did before, you assume someone added more wood to the fireplace during your brief disappearance, a few minutes ago. 

You pace back and forth in front of the fireplace. 

The door opens and closes but you don’t hear it. 

Anthony walks beside you with his hands behind his back, observing the way you get too into your thoughts. 

You stop when you begin to hear another set of shoes clacking against the hardwood floor. You turn your head and find the man who invades your mind, dreams, and your heart standing there. “Shouldn’t you be down enjoying the party with your family?” 

“How could I do that when there’s a handsome woman up here alone, avoiding me.” 

“I’m not avoiding you.” 

“Running back inside your house as soon as we make eye contact says otherwise.” 

You say nothing. 

“Can we talk?” 

“We are.” 

“About the other night, in your father’s-” 

“I know the night of which you speak of!” You put your gloved hand over his mouth, pointing at him, “don’t say any more.” Removing your hand from his mouth, you take a step back and attempt to distract yourself by “fixing” your dress. 

Anthony takes a step forward, invading the space you purposefully made. “I was serious.” 

“About what?” 

“Don’t act as if you have forgotten what I told you.” 

“Maybe I want to hear you say them again so that I may understand what it is you’re saying.” 

“I… am not good with expressing my emotions, as I’m sure you know.” 

You stand in front of him, blocking him in so he doesn’t try and pace around the room like you did. “I do,” you reach for his hand. “I also have an idea on the matter.” 

“And that is?” 

“If you admit your truths, I shall admit mine as well. It seems only fair, doesn’t it?” 

“It does,” he smiles. “I came here tonight to admit that I have found someone… I wish for others to call Viscountess.” 

You hum. 

“She is like no other. She is someone who has been there for me during the hardest times of my life. Someone who already knows how to handle Gregory and Hyacinth when they are being children. Someone who knows how to talk with Eloise about books and other things I don’t care to listen to.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“And play piano Francesca. Taught Colin how to dance properly when we were children because he would constantly step on mother’s toes. She can speak with Daphne about things only my sister enjoys. She lets Benedict ramble on about his art. Mother adores her and keeps asking when we’ll marry.” 

“She sounds like quite the lady.” 

“She is. I only hope that she says yes when I ask to court her.” 

“Have you asked her properly?” 

“My dear, would you-” 

“Yes!” 

“You didn’t let me finish?” 

“You don’t need to but know one thing.” 

“Yes?” 

You pinch his chin between your thumb and index finger, “if you I find out you leave me for another, there will be hell to pay.” 

He smirks, “I think I’m going to have my hands full with you and our children.” 

“Really? You think we are to have children?” 

“I overheard you and Daphne gossiping on the matter,” he bends down, whispering in your ear, “I believe you said you wished for me to be the father.” 

You gasp, lightly slapping his shoulder making him pull away to watch you. “I did no such thing. You lie,” turning around, you cross your arms. “It was Daphne who forced you to join us and play the father when we were children.” 

He stands behind you, placing his hands on your waist. “Yes, but you enjoyed it just as much.” 

“Very funny.” 

“I like to think I am.” 

“What are we going to tell your family?” 

“I don’t think we’ll need to.” 

You tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder. “What makes you say that?” 

“Edwin,” Anthony points out, referring to the man standing in the corner. 

“It’s going to be a joyous wedding. I’m happy for the two of you,” said man says, wiping his cheeks. 

“Edwin?” 

“Yes, Miss?” 

“Please tell the others standing outside the door the Bridgerton’s are to have another wedding.”

-

“I’m here to ask you something,” Anthony begins. 

“Go ahead. I’m ready. Wow me, brother.” 

Anthony opens his mouth only to be interrupted. 

“But remember, the fate of your marriage rests in my hands,” Benedict smirks at the sight of his big brother squirming in his seat. 

“Are you positive I am to ask you for her hand in marriage?” 

“It only seems right. Go on.” 

“Benedict, I have something important to ask of you.” He takes a deep breath, “I’m asking you, for your friend’s hand in marriage.” 

“And you love her?” 

“More than I can say I care about you at this moment.” 

“After that comment, I’m not sure I want her to be in a marriage, if she’s to be tied to you for the rest of your lives.” 

“If you think about it, she will officially be your sister and a part of this family.” 

The second eldest hums, “I do like the sound of that, but if she really wanted to be a part of this family, she could marry me instead.” 

Anthony glares at him, slowly rising out of his seat. 

“I’m kidding. Of course, you have my permission brother. Marry my friend. This will be a joyous wedding,” Benedict pushes himself out of the chair. “I will be leaving, for no specific reason, other than to ensure my health will remain as it is.” As soon as Benedict runs out the door, he bumps into you. “Congratulations!” 

And he’s gone. 

You look back before turning around again, finding your, hopefully, soon to be husband standing in front of you. “Did you threaten him?” 

“No.” 

“He said he could marry me, if he wanted too again?” 

“Yes- wait- again. He’s done this before?” 

“Do not worry, dear. I still have eyes for you and only you.” 

“Soon we will have the same name,” he smiles before kissing you. 

“He said yes?” 

“He did.” 

“Oh! We have to start planning,” you tug on his arm, pulling him to follow.” 

“Can’t we wait to do this? Or let my mother take over?” 

“No, this is our wedding so, we should plan it.”

-

“You do look lovely. Doesn’t she Eloise?” Francesca nudges her sister. 

A few months later

“I always knew, you would make a beautiful bride,” Violet says, watching you finish the final touches to your outfit. 

Eloise lifts her head, scanning you up and down, “yes. She looks very lovely. Can I leave?” 

You smile, “the day is almost over and please, for me, don’t read. I promise after you can hide in a room and do whatever you please after one dance.” 

“But-” 

“One dance.” 

The second eldest female of the Bridgerton family sighs, “if I must.” 

“Think of it as a gift to me.” 

“Well, when you put it like that.” 

“Are you ready?” Daphne asks. 

“No but it’s only nerves and I know that we’ll be fine because we have each other.” 

“You can’t be talking about Anthony,” both Daphne and Benedict say. 

“We both know he is a mess. Run away with me instead?” Benedict holds your hand for dramatic affect. 

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be helping the groom?” Daphne asks. 

“I helped him as much as I could. I could only do so much. Now, are you ready? I’m here because your fiancé wants to marry you. Now.” 

You push yourself out of the seat. “How do I look?” 

“Like you should run away with me.” He leans down, “if we leave now no one but my sisters and mother would know,” he whispers. 

You pull your hands out of his grasp, putting your hands on your hips, “I will kick you out of this wedding. Do not tempt me.” 

He gives you a cheeky smile, “I would never. But are we ready?” 

You deeply inhale, “yes.” 

Benedict holds his arm out for you, “shall we?” 

You chuckle, “let’s do this.”

-

“Why don’t you tell him after dinner?” 

Two seasons later (Autumn and Winter)

“How am I to tell him? How did you tell Simon?” You throw yourself over the back of the chair Daphne sits in. 

“I can’t blurt out something as important as this. Do you know what his thoughts on his children are?” 

“Shouldn’t you know seeing you’re his wife?” She teases. 

You sigh, pushing yourself off the chair, collapsing onto the couch with your hand on your forehead. “I do but I feel he tells me what I want to hear.” 

“Does he?” 

“No.” 

“Then why-” 

“I’m worried about his reaction! I don’t- I don’t,” you groan. 

“You don’t what?” 

“Benedict!” 

“Maybe he can help?” Daphne suggests. 

“Hello, Benedict,” you slowly say as a chesire cat smiles comes across your lips. 

“I don’t like that smile.” He leans his torso towards his sisters, “what’s happened?” 

“She has news.” 

“She is with child?” He jokes. 

Daphne averts her gaze elsewhere. 

“Please tell me that’s not true.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re growing a part of my brother, that’s not what I wanted to hear today,” he fake gags. 

You push yourself up, resting on your knees, holding onto the back of the couch. “How do I tell Anthony I am with child?” 

“What did you say?” Anthony stands in front of the doors. 

You look away from the second eldest Bridgerton, slowly turning till you find the shocked expression on your husband’s face. 

“Anthony! Darling!” You jump off the couch to pull him out of his thoughts. “How are you?” 

“You’re- you-” 

“Maybe we should go for a walk?” 

-

“You’re with child?” 

“I am.” He smirks, “it seems as though playing house with you was good practice.” 

You guffaw, “have you no shame, husband?” 

“When it comes to you, no, my darling wife.” 

“Obviously, it’s me.” 

“Now who has no shame.” 

“I am with child; I am feeling many emotions. Do not toy with me?” 

“I would never.” 

"You do this very thing daily and you say never," you scoff. 

"I don't recall ever doing such a thing." 

"Of course, you don't. Perhaps," you glance up at him through your eyelashes, fluttering them. "It's time we return home and I remind you," you add, tugging on his coat. 

"Don't you mean I remind you, my beautiful wife." 

You hum, straightening his jacket. "No." 

"I think you're confused. Remember when you let me prove that I desire you and more," he leans into you, "as I tied you to our bed and ravished you." 

Your lips twitch, "it appears as though you'll need to remind me of that night. I seem to have forgotten." 

“Now you tease me? It’s as if you can’t wait till, we go home.” 

“And if I say I can’t?” 

“We may have an uncomfortable talk with my family.” 

“Anthony!” You smack his arm. 

“I’m trying to accommodate my beautiful and pregnant wife who is making it hard not to do-” 

“No,” you shake your head, chuckling. “No, I cannot do this. We are not going to have our way with one another while we are at your family home.” 

“As much as I hate to admit it, Daphne and Simon do this very thing whenever they come over and mood strikes them.” 

“Yes, but we are not them. We are-” 

“Worse.” 

“Wor- how dare you! I hope you speak of yourself because it is not me who comes to their wife whenever the mood strikes them first.” 

You lift up the skirts of your dress about an inch off the ground so you can walk away. 

Anthony follows, “I am not always the first to admit, I wish to enjoy a special moment in the arms of my desirable wife. There have been times when you come to me.” 

You spin around, facing him, “how about we take equal parts of the blame and move on?” 

“So, you admit it.” 

You roll your eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist. 

“Yes, I admit it, my idiotic husband,” you peck his lips. “Whom I love dearly.” 

“As I love you, my dear.”

-

“I’m going to need you to push, Viscountess Bridgerton.” 

You scream, throwing your head back. You shake your head, “I can’t- I can’t. It hurts.” 

“I know but your child is almost here. Think about the life you, Anthony, and your newborn child can have,” Violet says, holding your hand. 

Daphne whispers into her mother’s ear before exiting. “Push, Viscountess.” 

You scream once more and push. 

“You’re so close.” 

“I’m here. I’m here,” Anthony pants, rushing to your side. He holds your hand, watching as you scream. 

“One more.” 

You let out the loudest scream you could and push with all your might, almost crushing both, Violet and Anthony’s hands but it doesn’t matter when your child’s cries files the air, echoing in the room. 

You close your eyes, resting your head against the pillows stacked behind you. 

“Congratulations on your son, Viscount Bridgerton.” 

The midwife cleans your son before wrapping him in a blanket and handing him to Anthony, who holds him as if he was the most fragile piece of kitchenware. 

You see this and it reminds you of when you were children and Daphne wanted to throw a tea party for her newest sibling, Francesca. 

“I’m happy to see you both are well. I do hope you bring him by soon,” Violet says. 

“Of course, we’re going to bring the newest Bridgerton by. I wish for him to meet his new hide and seek playmates.” 

“I’m worried you are obsessed with that game, darling,” Anthony chimes in. 

The maids and midwife help clean up the bed, getting rid of the used rags. 

“I’ll come by to check on you later.” Violet is the last person to exit the room. 

You turn to see well your husband is cradling the little bundle of joy in his arms. “I hope he has your sideburns,” you joke. 

“He has your nose.” 

“That’s terrible.” 

“He makes it look cute.” 

“I’ll take it as a compliment… have you thought of any names?” 

“I’m afraid I haven’t. I was too worried about you.” 

“Yes, and you had nothing to worry about.” 

“You wanted to go riding.” 

“Is it a crime to want to be outdoors?” 

“You were no more than eight and a half months pregnant. The doctors said you were to rest.” 

“I was.” 

“In bed.” 

“It was too boring, sitting in bed but look at us now. We are fine. You, me, and Fredrick.” 

“Fredrick?” 

“Do you not like it?” 

“I think it is a good, strong name.” 

Your smile drops, “we are not naming him after you.” 

“My name is perfectly fine for a young boy.” 

“Yes, but think of when I say it,” you notice his expression hasn’t changed, he’s still confused. “When we are alone.” 

Nothing. 

“I am not going to act it out but think of what we did… numerous times before I was with child, think of when I call your name then. I don’t wish to have those memories in the back of my mind when I call for our child.” 

“I like Fredrick.” 

“Exactly. Now, come closer. I wish to hold you and our little Freddy.” 

“Both of us?” 

“Hand me, Freddy and you, sit beside me holding us close.” 

Once the two of you are situated, you study little Freddy’s features. 

“Hello, little one,” you smile down at the sleepy baby who rubs his eyes. “It seems as if someone is tired.” 

“I think you both are.” 

“If you were in my position, you would be tired too.” 

“I made a comment.” 

“It wasn’t wise to do so.” 

“No, but I am happy that you two are alright,” he pushes the hair away from your face, brushing his thumb against your cheek. 

“If I fall asleep, I apologize.” 

“Go to sleep.” 

“You are too good to me,” you mumble. 

“I think it’s the other way around.” He looks down to find both you and little Freddy are asleep. 

He pecks your forehead and watches over the two of you until it gets darker, and the midwife comes to put Freddy in the bassinet near the bed. 

He removes his coat and day clothes, opting for something more comfortable in case he needs to wake up and take care of his son. 

His son. 

He pulls you close as gently as he can, making sure your both comfortable before he falls asleep with a smile spread across his lips.

-

A few hours later, a cry wakes the both of you. “Seems as though we won’t be getting a lot of sleep.” 

“Are you not tired?” Anthony asks, getting out of bed to pick up the newborn. 

“I am. Why?” 

“You joke as if you’ve never fallen asleep. It still fascinates me on how you wake up with energy.” 

You take Freddy from your husband, positioning him in your arms so that you are comfortable. “That’s because you married an amazing woman whom you now get to call your wife.”  

He lights a candle, so you have more light. He pauses when he sees you preparing yourself to feed the baby. 

You look up at him through your lashes. “You’re staring at me, as if you’ve never seen them before.” 

“I’ve never seen you use them for anything else… other than what I use them for.” 

You scoff through your nose, “must you make such inappropriate jokes now. I am feeding our child.” 

“Yes, and you do it well.” 

“I’m close to kicking you out so you’ll have to sleep in your private office chambers.” 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“Don’t tempt me.”

[albertweskerxchrisredfield]

Story Idea

So I’m watching horror movies right now. Serial killers, ghost, etc. I wanted to make a story out of it with the Resident Evil characters and my ocs. There’s going to be no zombies, B.O.Ws nothing that’s in the games. It’s just about serial killers and the characters have to survive. No one hates each other no one knows each other except people from Umbrella (Wesker, William, Annette, My oc Asuna, etc.) No one’s family is fucked up like Weskers and Asuna and others. This story sets in 1998. No there’s no STARS, no Umbrella. Everyone’s normal. Everyone will kinda have different backstories.

Chris and Claire Redfield

Lived in New York but moved to Raccoon City. There parents died when they were kids. They know how to fight since there uncle took them in and taught them (I’m making this up. I don’t think they have an Uncle)

Albert Wesker and Jake Muller

Jake is Weskers son. Wesker has a pretty big family but they all were treated equally no cruelty. They had a nice life. Wesker grandfather Ozwell E. Spencer made Wesker learn how to fight bc of the murders that been happening in Raccoon City. Jakes mother died giving birth so it’s just him and his father. Jake kept his mothers last name. Wesker is a doctor. Friends with Kudo and Birkins

Asuna and Ace Kudo/Cabello

Normal family… not with Asuna crazy older brothers annoying her making sure she’s ok and her kid. (It’s every 10 minutes they call) but that’s it. 16 older siblings huh that’s a big family. She’s from Spain but moved to America with her brother Denahi to Raccoon City at the age of 9. Wesker was taking care of them. Ace father Alfred Ashford (Yes @sassiest-captain I’m confirming Alfred is Aces Father) They broke up when Ace was the age of 3. Alfred supports them. He’s a good father. Asuna grew up learning how to fight from her older brother and father. They were too paranoid of something bad happening since she’s the youngest. Oh and Asuna is a nickname her real name is Adalia. She’s married to Jose Cabello. He’s a simp for her. Friends with the Birkins and Wesker

William, Annette, and Sherry Birkin

Loving father and mother they love there daughter so much they’ll die for her. Williams a Doctor Annette is a nurse. They are just a small family that lives in Raccoon City. Friends with Wesker and Kudo

The other characters will come later

[justagirlsearchingforamuse]

Hot Take: Why do y’all be so proud to be hating on Native American characters? By this I mean River and it’s the fact y’all be calling him a cop and imo completely diminish what his story is about and y’all ignore the fact he’s not a cop anymore. Also I say this as these rules never apply to characters such as Connor from DBH, Leon, Albert, Jill, and so many other cop characters who y’all will simp for so damn hard and will uphold that badge. Imo y’all don’t care if River is a cop, y’all care that he’s not your type or what you wanted out of him but even then y’all will excuse the biggest fucking cop there is. Goro Takemura. I am not that big of a fan of him but I respect those who do but the fact y’all will call him ugly and say that he shouldn’t have been an option or whatnot but y’all will praise Goro and say he deserved better when River was actually trying to change the system and was trying to make an impact. River was actively trying to make a change and was trying to change the system that he grew up in whilst Goro thrives in it and benefits from this system that leaves others barely surviving and poor. You don’t have to like River but imo y’all come off so hypocritical to say that he shouldn’t have been a romance option and that he’s a cop and whatever when Goro if anything is in a huge position of power and yes that is the only life he’s ever known and doesn’t know how to live without Arasaka but he’s the one actively running and in a system that hurts and thrives off of broken dreams and broken people. River was trying to change the system in some way but ultimately gave up realizing the system will never change, I blame the developers for just shoving River’s romance in there and barely focuses on it. I know it’s not because he’s a cop, whether he’s cute or not is upto you and I’m not making you think he’s cute or forcing you to like him. River is so underrated and deserves so much better especially better than the fans who will call him ugly and won’t romance him because he’s simply a cop but will simp over Goro someone who can actively make an impact on the city and world but chooses not to and upholds a company that thrives off of broken people.

edit: I don’t mean people have to like River but I mean more so the people saying and complaining he’s a cop and that they wouldn’t date him or ACAB but the same people will simp over Takemura one of the biggest cops and or authority figures in the game. You are allowed to dislike River but don’t be hypocritical about it or better yet just admit you don’t like him and leave it at that.

[rnnsdrms]

⚠️ requests status: OPEN ⚠️

╰┈➤ SO, WHO CAN WE SCREAM ABOUT?

— occasionally, i simp pretty much over every character in moriarty the patriot, haha. so, yeah, we can talk about everyone. if you’re wondering, i’m a mycroft + albert + moran kinnie. daddy squad for life *dabs*

— i did say everyone, but i didn’t literally mean everyone. characters i don’t feel like writing: charles augustus milverton and his gang (really not feeling them)

╰┈➤ ON TO, REQUEST RULES.

— since this blog is dedicated to moriarty the patriot, so moriarty the patriot requests only.

— you can requests ANY of the characters (except for a few already mentioned above). but i will limit them from one to three characters per requests.

— some of the things i won’t write: character x character / character x oc, specific body types, mental illnesses, deaths (both characters and readers). also, my mind is usually wires to female readers, but i try to keep my works gender-neutral.

— fluff, angst, smut requests are allowed.

‼️ do keep in mind that these statements may change over time. you can send me horny, spicy or dirty thoughts but i can't and won't promise that i will be answering all of them. i write when i’m inspired or in the mood :’)‼️

╰┈➤ THE NAUGHTY STUFFS: THE YES & NO 😈

here are some of ‘the dirty’ that i’m familiar with (note: by no means i’m an expert in writing them). i would prefer that you choose the ones below if you want to request. bold ones are personal favourites.

KINKS: body worship, daddy/sir, praise, degradation, breeding, foot, spit, food play, impact play, choking, somnophilia (more to be added …)

here are some of the things that i DON’T write.

race play, age play, water sports (piss kink), scat, incest of any kind, gunplay, knife play, vore, pedophilia (obivously), domestic violence, r*pe, self harm, suicide, eating disorders, cheating, fisting

for now, that will be all, folks.

RETURN TO: NAVIGATION.

[mirandawesker]

Hello fellow Wesker simp! I love him so much too (even though I’m a gay man). Don’t worry about those anons, liking Wesker makes you based and sexy. They’re just jealous that they can’t have him! Keep on being rad 💕

Hi! 😊

I’m glad that you love him too and yes, liking Albert makes you sexy! I agree, they’re jealous. Keep on being rad too! ❤️

[makeusfreefromthisfandom]

just sending some appreciation and good vibes to my people for the new year <3

kisses from me bc you all hold a very special place in my heart 💝

Also veryyy long post ahead I’m sorry I had to include everyone Aakklaksks 😭😭

@ominous-meme 🖤 sabah! You were my very first mutual on here I hope you know that! I can’t even begin on how excited I got when I found out you were a fellow desi girl and I will always appreciate you being there and advising me! <3 I love our street racing au! talks ! I’m glad I have someone to share ideas with <33

@weebsausage 🖤 dude omg!!! 😭😭😭 pls I literally forgot how we became moots I’m so sorry I have a tiny brain 😪 but I think we literally just messaged each other and started talking about free! ANYWAYS TYSM FOR PUTTING ME ON HXH I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU FOR THAT WTF ITS LIKE MY FAV ANIME EVER I HAVE BECOME HXH TRASH AJSJSJBS ❤️❤️ but other than that thank you for being a really great friend to me and I hope this year is nothing but good things for you <33

@dokifluffs 🖤 you were also one of my first moots on here! I honestly could not believe when you followed me back bc ur like my biggest inspo! 😭 you’re so precious omg I always look forward talking to you and get excited when I see a notif from you still! I hope the new year treats you well and brings good things in your life! Lots of love from me bae 🥰❤️

@syrenblubs 🖤 ah my most relatable person LOL. Omg syren ur my little bestie on here and I’m so glad we’re mutuals! I love our natsuya talks and OML THE C****** RAID! ALSJJSJSJSJJS AND DESI PARENTS AKSJJSNS. Just thank you for always interacting with me even tho I SUCK at responding 😭❤️❤️❤️ ilyyysmmmmmm

@linak 🖤 baby omg where do I even begin. Back when I had literally no one to talk to on here, you would be the one NEVER failing to send me a gm/gn message! You always bring a stupid smile to my face 😭 I’m so freaking glad that we are friends I literally cannot put into words!! Ty for always listening to me and letting me open up to you ❤️ love you always.

@croctears 🖤 vixxx ahhh!!! I’m so glad we became mutuals on this shitty app! You’re one of the highlights of my day and I love talking to you sm 😫 especially if it’s about Sou 😏😏 keep being amazing bae! Kisses mwuah mwuah 😽😽

@xakusa 🖤 Marty bby! 🥰 literally the only person I’m going to share my man natsu with 🙄 our conversations are always so RANDOM and out of nowhereeeee lollll but we also just go along with it and I love that! You are an angel and this year better be giving you what you deserve! Lots of love from my end 😽😽😽 kissies from me and natsuya <3

@cafelixie 🖤 I will keep saying this and I will never stop. YOU!!! ARE!!! THE!!! ACTUAL!!! DEFINITION!!! OF!!! PRECIOUS!!!! Need I say more? You’ve made my day countless times and I always look forward to seeing you in my messages/inbox!! Baby I freaking love you I really don’t know what else to say 😭❤️

@skippyskeppy 🖤 I will never forget the first time we interacted my Kisumi enthusiast 😙🤝 I love it sm whenever I see you pop into my inbox with a random hc about semi semi or Kisumi, Albert now too! You are an amazing person. A really amazing person. I hope you know that ❤️

@keeijiakaashi 🖤 I remember seeing your little comments under my posts before we became moots and OMGGGG YOU ARE SO CUTE AISJJSJSJS ALSO RIN ENTHUSIAST??? YES PLEASE!!! Tysm for always interacting with me and making yourself known as the ultimate sweetest person on my blog! Ilyyyyy ❤️❤️❤️

@animatedarchives 🖤 we have your fellow love of the kirishimas to thank for us becoming moots! You’re so cute soph omg 😫 I love how we literally have brainrots of the same characters LIKE MR GOJO LEECH SATORU!!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD OR PAY RENT!!! Ahh you’re irreplaceable soph! Never fail to make me smile like an idiot <33

@natsuya-enthusiast 🖤 how did we not become moots sooner wtf??? Do yk how alone I felt when I had no one to discuss my obsession of natsu with when I first made this blog 😪 AND THEN I REALIZED U WERE ONE OF MY FIRST FOLLOWERS???? ANYWAYS U ARE THE BIG SIS I NEVER HAD ALWAYS PULLING THROUGH W THAT LIFE ADVICE BAHAHAHA ilysm gaby wtf 😭😡😡😡❤️❤️❤️

@moonlitspring 🖤 do you even realize how happy I got when I realized there was another ACTIVE free! blog 😡😡 ajsjjsjs you are such an amazing writer and PERSON sky!!! You’ve been nothing but the sweetest and I hope we get to interact more this year and share our love of free! together <3

@ayumiko 🖤 laís you are such an angel! I absolutely adore both you and your edits/gifs smmm 🥰 you are so kind and I hope 2021 is also <333

@dalggina 🖤 omg??? YGO bae??? 😤😤 I thought literally everyone had forgotten ab it LOL THEN YOU CAME ALONG ❤️❤️ I’m really glad we interacted precious person! And I hope that you have a great year! ALSO YOU BETTER NOT STRESS YOURSELF OUT TOO MUCH FROM WORK OR IM MANIFESTING MR ATEM TO COME GET YOU 😡

@stormikujo 🖤 omg bby! We haven’t talked in awhile! I hope you are doing well! ❤️❤️❤️ ahhh I’m glad I got you into free otherwise we wouldn’t even have interacted 😫 I love talking to you stormi!! And I hope this year brings great things fro you! Lots of love ❤️❤️❤️

@aj-writes-here 🖤 omg hey girl 😼😼 you’re definitely one of the coolest people I’ve talked to on here for sure! Hope you’ve been enjoying hq and free! Your welcome for putting you on that simp train 😼 anyways, ilysm aj!! I really wish the best for you this year! Stay amazing as you always are, ily!! ❤️❤️

@attackonfics 🖤 wtf 😭😭 I don’t deserve you???? You’ve been nothing but the sweetest to me and also responsible for my unhealthy obsession with mr 5’2 angry gremlin >:(( jkjk but seriously, ty for the food 😌. ANYWAYS QUEEN I HOPE YOUVE BEEN TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF AND TREATING YOURSELF AS!!! YOU!!! SHOULD!!! VIRTUAL HUGS 😽😽 💝

@browsing-my-favourite-fandoms 🖤 Shizen! You are too good for this world! 😭 you are such a genuine person, you deserve nothing but happiness ❤️ I really hope that this year does that for you. I’ll keep checking in from time to time! Ilysm! ❤️

@inum4ki 🖤 sera...please...just invest in a personal guide or smth. Asksksknsjs n e wayzzz seeing you in my inbox is always so much fun! Sousuke really deserves more love and you are bringing it to the table hun 😤😤 also you’re a fellow inumaki enthusiast too??? Yes please. You deserve all the happy things in 2021 <3

@sneezefiction 🖤 Gracie!! I love how easy it is to get along with you! You are truly one of the best people I’ve met on this app and I’ll forever be grateful for our friendship <3 you give off such great vibes all the time omg giving you a huge virtual hug and here’s to more interactions this year! 🥰😽😽😽

@velvetfireworks 🖤 bbyyy!! 🥰 everytime we interact even if it’s not a whole lot, you’re always the sweetest what 😭 I love you and you’re writing so much omggg you are so talented!! I get super excited when I see myself get tagged in one of your stuff 😆 I hope we get to interact more in the future! Have a great New Years ❤️❤️❤️

@a8mine 🖤 stop being so mean to me 😡😡 !!!!!! ig ily anyways tho 🙄 you’re energy is honestly unmatched (in a good way!!) and it’s rare to meet people like that! You’re so funny omg and your random hcs and cursed discourses always have me dying 😭😭 you’re so cool hanna ily 😪✌️ <333

@giorvanna 🖤 ahh rena! Your blog and edits are *chefs kiss* I love our random semi brainrot sessions 🥰🥰 I hope we interact more in the future but in the meantime I’m sending you good vibes and lots of virtual hugs bc you deserve them queen ❤️❤️❤️

@seijohlogy 🖤 hey hey jaestar 🤩🤩 you are such a cool person??? Omg I’m so glad that we’re friends and randomly invade each other’s inboxes 😆 you are so kind! This year better be kind to you too or else 😡😡 I hope that after Ms rona decides to move her ass over, you get to go to Disneyland and take!! Me!!! With!! You!! Love you jae bae ❤️❤️

@prettysetterbaby 🖤 hey sexc 🤩🤩 no idea why you followed me but glad you did bc you are such a sweet and chaotic person!! I loveeeeee <333 I hope we get to interact more bc you are just genuinely such a fun person to interact with! Ilyyy

@datecho 🖤 yet another just genuinely sweet person! The world doesn’t deserve you! You’re so fun to interact with and a hottie??? omg shoto and kags better get off their asses rn and come get you or I will 🤩🤩 ly bae! have a great New Years! ❤️❤️

@miyasangel 🖤 we haven’t interacted much yet but ahaha talking about suna and sending my fanart to you is sm fun! Did I tell you that I also have a wip of Atsumu as a street racer? 😏 have a great year Arden bae! Kisses 😽

@aikk00 🖤 hi hi! We don’t interact on a daily or anything but when we do, omg!!! You are the most easy person to get along with 😭 you have such a good heart along with the talent???omg??? You are UNMATCHED babe! I hope this year brings you many more opportunities! Stay amazing love ❤️ ily and your art very much ❤️ I’m also still very embarrassed from fucking up the credits from last time. I’m so sorry bae 😭❤️❤️

@kurooskult 🖤 ma’am you might as well be the definition of bad bitch 😪🤝 ok but besides that, interacting with you is sm fun??? Like we don’t even have to be moots on your blog to feel just as included and loved! You are such a queen for that! Here’s to more mila x kuroo content in 2021 and he better be doing special for you as he should !!

It’s still the 31st here but THANK YOU ALL FOR MAKING MY COUPLE OF MONTHS ON HERE BEARABLE!!! This sounds like a goodbye post Oml-

I love you all very much. I suck at words, but I hope you know that. ❤️

[starlitink]

Why are so many of the Fansies huge Davey simps (@alberts-hat​ I’m looking at you) it’s like every time I turn around BOOM there’s another Davey fanblog popping up in the ‘recommended blogs’ sidebar

And yes I am aware that there’s even more Ben Cook fanblogs but that’s a whole ‘nother can of worms that I refuse to open

[tarantulas4davey]

i saw someone else mention it but how do you think the ralbert youtuber au would go if they only met online so like race doesnt know waht ao looks like?

OH MY GOD yes ok i’ve talked about this before but Many Thoughts, Head Full™️ about this and that time someone brought it up made me half regret how i originally wrote it cause ITS SO FUCKING GOOD

ok so imagine if you will -

the sort of,,,,, key among us crew??? from before, but minus al. at this point al has been streaming on twitch for a hot minute and posts youtube vids sometimes but he’s faceless and sort of underground compared to the rest of them

then he plays in a different lobby with spot and elmer right when the game started blowing up, and the rest is history

spot reaches out on discord and offers to have him in their main lobby for a few rounds on stream and they go from there

for the record when he first joins it’s literally a copy paste of jason’s reaction corpse the first time they meet but it’s race’s reaction to “red” (find here) i’m not kidding the thirst is REAL besties

and like obviously it goes well cause red keeps playing with the massive group

but in the shuffle race gets red’s discord and follows him on instagram and twitter and stuff

and race being race is like ‘i’m gonna befriend him cause he seems GREAT’ meanwhile albert’s brain is just short circuiting cause there’s a pretty boy ACTUALLY TRYING TO TALK TO HIM !!!

and after a couple months they’re streaming after they get proximity chat working and red is ACTUALLY crew mate for once and they’ve finished their tasks and are just chatting

and albert just says something about piercings or his hair or his tattoos or something and race is like “bro you know i have no clue what you look like right?”

albert’s just like “????? i haven’t sent you a picture or something ???? lol one sec” and he just messages one of the only pictures he has of himself to race on insta so he can open it without showing his stream

and obviously albert can’t see this at the time but race literally goes “😳🤭🥴” on stream to several thousand people. like you can literally see the moment it hit race’s brain that albert was hot.

long story very short cause this post is going to be ridiculously long any what they keep talking and vid chatting behind the scenes and streaming together (and flirting so much all the fans can’t tell if they’re already dating or not honestly)

and eventually they get a chance to meet up in person (and it may or may not be a date that they haven’t told anyone is a date)

they film some stuff together but overall they’re pretty lowkey about the fact they’re kind of a thing,,,,,, like romantically. cause they don’t want the internet to run with it and make it something it’s not before they’ve figured out how much they actually like eachother

the answer is a hell of a lot. like just- so much. they’re not MaGiCaLlY iN lOvE or anything but they just sort of click and can tell that t h i s is the type of person they would WANT to spend their life with

which is why they publicly announce their relationship 10 months later. mostly cause they’re moving in together and don’t really have a platonic explanation for buying a 2 bedroom apartment that has one guest bedroom.

and obviously by this point there’s been plenty of theories and guesses (that were honestly quite accurate and weren’t horribly disrespectful like the nightmare that was the 2014 gaming community cause both parties were publicly out as gay, in race’s case, and bi, in red’s) but having it confirmed was a big ‘holy shit’ moment for the fandom

and the squad is some of their best friends so they’ve known for months and they’re all just like “lol yeah all that’s changed for us is we can make fun of them for being grossly adorable on stream now and tease them on twitter instead of in the groupchat”

albert does his face reveal in similar fashion to the original like,,,,, 3 months after that?? and then from there it pretty much just follows that natural flow of canon au

oh except they get engaged a bit later lol. closer to 27/28 then 23/24 (i cant remember what age i had down in that post)

ahhhhh this was really fun !!!! i love this concept sm and have been thinking about the differences since the original ask came through over a month ago

thank you for being patient with me anon !!! this has been sitting half done in my drafts for far too long so i’m finally posting it

[freeshavacado]

My thoughts while reading Gone by Michael Grant:

* wait how old is Sam

* He do be liking Astrid doe

* Damn so Sam is a Leader

* Ew Orc is an 8th grader? 🤮

* Ok I googled it Sam is 14

* I like Quinn

* Sam thinks he’s so awkward but he’s actually really chill so far

* THE PAIN THIS GIRL IS GOING THROUGH OH MY GOD

* Poor Mary :(

* Howard’s a bitch

* Cut to Quinn being a racist motherfucker

* I love Edilio

* Sam is WHIPPED for Astrid

* Orc is such a piece of shiiiiiit

* LANAAAAA :(((

* Poor thing is in so much pain

* Patrick her dog is alive so that’s good

* She’s deadass slowly dying

* Thank god her arm is better

* I want to make this into a TV series

* If Sam and Astrid don’t kiss at some point I swear

* Hahahaha Sam do be shirtless rn

* Why isn’t Astrid happy to see Little Pete???

* MARY. IF YOU POUR HOT ASS COFFEE ON A CHILD, DONT JUST STAND THERE AND THEN RUN AWAY. PUT COLD WATER ON THE BURN

* Aw Mary has had bulimia since she was ten :(

* Ok so what she just took her Prozac and then threw up? Wouldn’t the pill go up too? I think your stomach/body needs like 30 minutes to absorb it into the blood stream...

* HELP SAM HES CHOKING

* Bruh my ass would be so exhausted

* Quinn low key an ass tho

* Lol edilio isn’t standing for this bullshit

* Lmaooo Astrid knew 💀

* Omg little Pete has it too

* Wow Quinn is an asshole pt 2

* I feel like Caine is gonna be a villain...like he’s pretty AND nice? Nah bro too good to be true

* Fucking Orc god 😒😒😒

* Caine is up to some shit 🤨

* Lmao hold up

* Diana probably whipped tho

* Sam please only be a simp for Astrid 😩

* I bet Drake is hot

* Aww computer Jack :) DONT YOU TURN ON ME SON

* “The captain is already maintaining” Bullshit 💀

* Are they really gonna call this eighth grader ‘Captain’?

* LMAOOO THE BASTARD CANT EVEN READ OR WRITE 💀💀💀

* Lol making Sam the fire chief because he was brave enough to go into a fire one time, so therefore he is the most qualified

* Bruh that’s like if I gave a kid the Heimlich maneuver bc he was choking on a gummy worm or some shit and they were like “Well because she did that, she should be the head doctor!!!”

* CAINE IS FULL OF SUCH BULLSHIT OML

* PRETENDING TO CRY N SHIT GOD

* I already know that Diana is gonna try and seduce Sam while she’s actually a spy for the private school kids

* Which, btw, of course it’s the private school kids smh

* I feel like maybe Computer Jack will be someone who eventually switches to the Good Side

* ALSO wow jack really be thinking that he’s smarter than Astrid smh 🙄

* Jack is such a smartsass

* Diana is such a fucking bitch oh my god 😒😒😒

* “You don’t look tough, Astrid” STFU SHES THE TOUGHEST OF THEM ALL

* Ok but I bet Diana and Astrid low key have sexual tension. Like obviously nothing’s gonna happen...but still

* Bruh I hate Caine

* Fuckin Diana with her ‘readings’ bullshit smh

* YESSSS LANA 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 so strong

* Literally how do they not know how to make pasta

* “I thought your people ate tortillas,” QUINN YOU RACIST PEICE OF SHIT UGH

* Poor Bette :(

* Orc is a piece of shit, I know we’ve already established this but I wanted to say it again

* I love Edilio so much

* Orc really using a slur against Edilio huh. Imma kill him

* IM SO DONE WITH QUINN. THIS BITCH REALLY JUST SAID “let him have her” LIKE TF????

* Drake is such a bastard oh my god

* If you hate Quinn and you know it clap your hands 👏🏻👏🏻

* No seriously. I fucking hate him.

* Nooooo Bette died :((

* “I can’t kiss you with your little brother watching” AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

* Did they kiss or not wtf

* What the hell is up with this cat

* Ah so they did kiss!!

* Why didn’t I get details 🤨

* No a baby died 😞

* Quinn s u c k s

* How convenient that Sam got there *right* before Emma disappeared

* Those last 6 minutes before Anna disappeared too and was calling out to her sister, and so for what she thought was her last few minutes on earth she held sams hand :(

* Lol Diana sucks

* ‘WoRDs DONT sCArE mE’ shut up Drake

* Okay Computer Jack is definitely going to betray them because they underestimate him and take him for granted

* You’re telling me Caine and Sam could be TWINS???

* Why was the kiss ‘a mistake’ ?

* Okay NOW they’re awkward

* “But it was the first time I meant it” I CANT. ITS SO CHEESY

* I HATE QUINN

* These kids are crazy violent

* Fuck Diana

* Yikes now Sam only has some of his eyebrows left 😬

* Caine is in love with Diana 👀

* Little Pete might be more powerful than Caine 😛

* THESE KIDS ARE CRAZY LIKE CHILL

* Diana: I really dislike you Astrid: of course you dislike me, I make you feel inferior

* ROASTED ^

* Mmmm Quinn is trying to redeem himself

* “Don’t call me brah. I’m not your brother” OHHHHHHHHHHH HE REALLY WENT THERE

* that’s what you get for being a backstabbing asshole

* Poor Astrid :(

* Poor Little Pete :(

* Bro I need this to be a movie

* I love that Sam just punched Quinn like we had no choice but to stan

* Ok drake would definitely shoot up a school

* Fuck Drake

* Lana is so strong. Like she’s been in so much pain physically and mentally, and she almost died. But she saved herself and now even though she thinks she might be the only person left alive on earth, she is still keeping strong.

* What happens if the boat runs out of gas?

* Bruh these coyotes don’t give up

* THE COYOTES AGAIN??

* “Go out” “You’ll kill me,” “Yes. Go out, die fast. Stay, die slow”

* Wowwwwwwwwwww^

* Lmaooo “L.P.”

* Awwww Sam: “...she was still so beautiful that sometimes he had to look away.”

* Okay he a lil’ horny

* Awe Astrid and Sam hugging I’m soft 🥺

* I’m so sick of these damn coyotes

* Bruh these coyotes 😒

* Diana is annoying

* Literally can’t remember who Andrew is, but they’re about to film his passing away like wtf

* Poor Andrew :(

* “You’re a deep sleeper, Jack. Just now, while you were sleeping? I held your pudgy little hand. Probably as close as you’ll ever get to holding hands with a girl. Assuming you even like girls.” FUCK YOU DIANA

* Okay so Diana will protect Jack as long as he ‘belongs’ to her and does what ever she wants? That’s pretty sus

* Sam and Astrid kissed again 😖☺️

* Lmaooo Albert over here running McDonald’s

* Salads disappeared quickly from the McDonald’s menu since this whole thing? Who the hell orders a salad from McDonald’s?

* So Albert kinda whipped for Mary 👀

* I haaaaatttteeee the private school kids

* Y’know what depending on where I was and who I was with in this situation, I might’ve just killed myself

* “Remember who owns you” ew 🤨

* Diana. I hate you

* Bro I feel bad for Andrew

* How is Lana back at the cabin?

* That IS Lana right??

* Okay things are moving fast between Sam and Astrid. Like she’s already saying “I just want you here with me. Safe” like 🤢

* Lana, about Sam: your boyfriend? Astrid: ThAts nOt WhAt iTs AbouT

* LMAOO AFTER SHE SAID THAT SHE SAID IN A LOW VOICE “kind of” WHAT

* Lol Lana be out here like “yeah shits crazy. Get with the program”

* Ew they’re eating pudding with their hands 🤮

* I don’t care how hungry you are, that’s gross

* Like get a spoon or something

* Lana just called Astrid “smart girl Barbie” 🤨

* Part of me is like “lol” but the other part of me is like “bruh stop Astrid did nothing wrong”

* I still hate Quinn but he is kind of funny

* Lana calling Astrid “the blonde” like girl 😑

* Bruh you’re stuck in a house that is literally on fire and getting hotter by the second as it fills with smoke, now is not the time to be kissing Astrid

* Finally the damn coyotes are gone.

* Sam is so angry and he’s disgusted with himself for being so angry, I relate

* Fuck you, Quinn

* Fuck drake

* I would gladly kill Drake

* OOOOOOOOO EDILIO LIKES LANA AHHHHHH

* SIMP

* omg I love it 😩

* Lmaooooo Sams speech wow

* Sam you should NOT forgive Quinn. Especially not that fast. Yikes.

* Orc should feel bad for killing Bette. I have no pity for him rn

* Yes please kill drake.

* I am so happy that his arm is on fire. 100% he deserves to feel that pain

* Aww that’s kinda nice that Albert is planning thanksgiving dinner for everyone

* DAMMIT DRAKE

* I hate drake so much like dude just shut up and leave everyone alone

* Orc oh my god I could not be rolling my eyes harder right now

* Tbh if Orc and his other friends die, I’m okay with that

* What tf is up with this DVD

* Little Pete caused all of this??? 😦

* I’m sooooo sick of this whole darkness and coyote stuff istg

* Where is Patrick?????

* If Patrick is dead imma throw hands

* Diana is such an evil person. Like Drake is a monster, but she’s horrible in a different way.

* Also ughhhhhhhhhh Drake is back 😒😒😒😒😒 so sick of that mf

* “So. When do we go take down Sam Temple?” 🙄🙄🙄 no one likes you Drake

* AHAHAHHSJAHSHSHHSHD

* SAM JUST TOLD ASTRID HE LOVED HER

* AND SHE SAID IT BACK

* IM. S O F T

* (like my brain is still saying “y’all have talked for less than two weeks and you’re 14”)

* But like whatever 😭❤️

* My eyes just rolled into the back of my skull once Diana appeared

* Taylor low key flirting with Sam tho 👀

* When I first met Dekka, I was all: ‘what the hecka?’

* THOSE DAMN COYOTES

* I’m crying because Quinn couldn’t kill Drake because he was scared, and now children are screaming. Ugh I really wanted him to kill Drake but I understand that killing someone is a crazy thing to have on your conscience

* Call me cold hearted, but I would’ve shot him

* This is all in theory of course ^ I bet if I was in that situation though it wouldn’t be as easy as “just shoot him”

* I don’t think I’ve ever been more annoyed with a fictional character than I am with Drake rn

* Yooo I bet Isabella has some animal powers or sumn

* Caine 🙄🙄🙄 like that emoji doesn’t even come close to describing how annoyed I am

* Wait so is Patrick back now or...?

* Caine really just. Kissed Diana. Because she “owed him”????

* THIS IS SOME BULLSHIT

* I literally hate sooooooooo many characters in this book ugh 😒😒😒

* Quinn is watching Drake kill Sam and is doing nothing. I’m so done with this piece of shit

* Ok finally he tried to shoot him

* “You know it always gets me hot when you say ‘apt analogy.’” “Why do you think I do it?”

* Y’all 🥴🥴🥴

* THOSE DAMN COYOTES

* Literally? Imagine being this heartless. Giving up hundreds of kids to coyotes without hesitation. The hate I have for Caine is real

* Once again, Orc feeling bad for what he did to Bette. And honestly? I’m still okay with that

* This kid is an a l c o h o l i c

* Computer Jack is so annoying like dude stop holding on to Sams leg. Literally

* Still hate Diana, but I like that she’s helping out Sam a little bit

* Ew Diana just kissed Sam on the corner of his mouth 🤢

* I TOLD YALL ^^^

* Yay Patrick is alive :)

* “I guess we won,” Sam said. “Yeah,” Edilio agreed. “I’ll get the backhoe. Got a lot of holes to dig.”

* ^im. Depressed

* I cannot for the life of me remember who Cookie is

* “Orc sat with Howard in a corner by themselves. Orc had fought Drake to a standstill. But no one-least of all Orc-had forgotten Bette.”

* ^good.

* Y’all Sam and Astrid flirting I- 🥴🥴

* We love to see it ^

* Awww “we’re going to the beach” y’all Astrid and Sam are so cute

* THOSE DAMN COYOTES

* FUCK. Goddamn this cliffhanger 😡

[silvrhxnd]

tumblr tag game

i was tagged by @sunshine-ricciardo than you cara!!

1. Why did you choose your url? it came from johnny silverhand’s name, keanu’s pretty rockerboy character in cyberpunk 2077. no, i have not played the game. yes, i still simp for cgi cyber-ghost keanu.

2. any side blogs? just 1 abandoned pacific rim blog lol

3. how long have you been on tumblr? 9 years! since 2012; nearly a decade.

4. do you have a queue tag? yeah it’s #q, but i think tumblr only automatically tags that when i queue smth on desktop, so not really

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? my friend in high school had one and it seemed fun!

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? i love daniel and i love him in pink <3

7. why did you choose your header? honestly...that picture of lewis is so so beautiful and like. moved me sm when he first posted it?? it’s so him. the vibes are immaculate. in fact, that photo inspired me to start my lewis playlist, which was originally based entirely on that photo alone

8. what’s your post with the most notes? like of all time? tragically, i’m pretty sure it’s a sherlock-inspired painting i did in high school lollll. but more recently, it seems like it’s my lewis space buns doodles :) 500+ notes. 

9. how many mutuals do you have? i count 43 blogs, BUT i definitely know that only about half those blogs are still active here! it’s probably more like 20-something :)

10. how many followers do you have? 982. again, im sure a chunk are no longer active cuz i’ve been on here nearly a decade. but anyway!

11. how many people do you follow? 471

12. have you ever made a sh*tpost?  honestly i am not sure what i’ve made that qualifies sldkgj

13. how often do you use tumblr a day? screentime says i use it around 3 hrs a day...too much lol

14. did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog? not that i can remember! 

15. how do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts? is this referring to those posts that are like guilt-tripping you into reblogging? or to the idea that you should reblog posts instead of only liking? if the first, then im definitely wary of them but not necessarily distressed by em. if the second, then yeah honestly please reblog content; tumblr’s whole thing is reblogging/sharing stuff. what you reblog is obviously up to you, though.

16. do you like tag games? yeah!! don’t we all love talking about ourselves haha

17. do you like ask games? yeah!! i definitely don’t get many of those, but it’s fun to blab when i do. 

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? maaaan i don’t know honestly haha i never look at follower counts. some of you definitely get WAY more engagement and anon asks and all that. but we’re all just vibin at the end of the day

i do have a mutual who is irl famous tho, albert hammond jr! yep we follow each other on here, and the man (or whoever ran the acct) has not posted in about 6 years. love that <3

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? platonically yes all of them <3

20. tags!

@ricciardhoes @ricciardosf1 @cedobols @stuffstephstans @riccflair-dripp  @riccivergne @landonrris @jurivips

i think a LOT of folks have done it already so ofc no pressure <3

[tarantulas4davey]

if i ever don’t respond to your message/ask it has nothing to do with you or me being bothered by you i’m probably just dissociating thinking about youtuber!albert kickboxing cause i’m nothing if not a simp