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nugothrhythms · 2 years

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Happy thirtieth birthday to me.

Am I an “elder goth” now?

#birthday #thirty #thirtieth birthday #elder goth

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lordbeebrain · 1 year

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I turned 30 in April and I got to spend it across the country in San Diego, with some of the people that mean the absolute best to me.

Couldn’t have asked for a better birthday week 🥲❤️

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a-strange-inkling · 3 months

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In 1996, Philip decides to sell the family house and start fresh after Laura’s death. During the slow moving process, he begins going through shelves and shelves of old videos he’s compiled over the years. He had a quite the expensive hobby with cameras back in the sixties through the eighties and was often the designated camera man and archivist for birthdays, family gatherings, school plays, and church events. When VCR players came out in the mid seventies he had all of his 8mm film converted to VHS tapes and stored them in his study where they all sit neatly.

As he goes through, his favorites are the home videos of Chrissy and Matt growing up when their family was happier and the world seemed simpler. He comes across one in particular that tugs at his heart strings, it was when he took Chrissy to the park for the first time at about one and half years old. He vaguely remembers Laura was holding a ladies meeting at the house and throwing one of her stress induced temper tantrums about the quality of the catering, so he thought it would be best to take the baby out for a few hours to get away from all the yelling and screaming. He remembers loving spending afternoons with just him and his little girl. It was always quiet and peaceful, she seemed to love listening to what he had to say. She was the sweetest, most well behaved child and she just loved to be outside or go for car rides.

While he wistfully watches long forgotten images of his baby girl toddling and babbling around the park, he remembers the friend she made that day, a little boy with brown curls around three who was there with his mother and it only takes him a moment to realize why the boy looks so familiar.

#he gives the tape to eddie on his thirtieth birthday #i like to think that mama munson and chrissy met in this universe #eddissy #hellcheer #munningham #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #also we’re going to ignore that home videos wouldn’t have had sound till the mid seventies okay #philip’s got a super super 8 with sound #hellcheer headcanons

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twstchaos · 27 days

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Day 641 of my daily visitor post with special bonus content, ehehe!!!

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Now for the special bonus content~

3…2…1

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SILVER!!!

don’t mind that im playing as my oc

#welcome to ramshackle #malleus draconia #diasomnia #for the thirtieth time #twst login bonus #HAPPY BIRTHDAY SILVER #wishing for silver to come home for those rolling for him #twisted wonderland #disney twst

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silverfoxstole · 1 year

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@amalthea9 asked to see these so how could I refuse?

Paul McGann at Invasion 7 in Barking, 17th of March 2007, 1/2.

A couple of bonuses:

I didn’t take this one but I found it just now having completely forgotten its existence. I went to the con with some other fans and we gave Paul an Easter egg that I’d bought and brought up to London with me. Look at this muppet:

And here he is with some woman who wandered in off the street and couldn’t keep her eyes open 🫣:

#yes it’s me #i blink way too much #this was almost exactly a month after my thirtieth birthday #can’t believe it was so long ago!#paul wasn’t much older here than i am now #my photos #paul mcgann #eighth doctor #invasion vii #i was so proud of some of these pics #how to make pmg look tall: stick him next to someone who is 5’3”#doctor who conventions

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chadsuke · 11 months

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Comics Read in 2023:

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard!? Vol. 1 by Yuu Toyuta (2018)

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard!? Vol. 2 by Yuu Toyuta (2019)

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard!? Vol. 3 by Yuu Toyuta (2019)

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard!? Vol. 4 by Yuu Toyuta (2020)

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard!? Vol. 5 by Yuu Toyuta (2020)

Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill Vol. 1 by Akagishi K. & Ren Eguchi (2017)

Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill Vol. 2 by Akagishi K. & Ren Eguchi (2018)

Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill Vol. 3 by Akagishi K. & Ren Eguchi (2019)

Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill Vol. 4 by Akagishi K. & Ren Eguchi (2019)

[ID: Covers of aforementioned books. End ID.]

#2023media #cherry magic is fun!#a dude is a virgin so on his thirtieth birthday he gains the ability to hear the thoughts of anyone he touches #and as a result finds out one of his male coworkers has a crush on him #idk why it keeps saying parental warning. they have only kissed #anyway its fun times and i enjoyed it but it does fall into some of the yaoi tropes #theres a side character who is a weirdo fujoshi and every time she shows up im like. can u die actually #but overall its genuinely quite fun and enjoyable and i always love when theres healthy gay manga with fucking. adults.#campfire cooking is a silly isekai about a salaryman whose isekai superpower is being able to order things online #from his usual like japanese online market and have them instantly drop into the fantasy world #he loves to cook and ends up forming a bond with a powerful god-beast who wants to eat his cooking sooooooo much #it's lighthearted wish fulfillment about being able to do what u love and found family #i like cooking manga so!#will prob also read the light novel i think #gigi.txt #i have a few more comics i read but not enough to fill a third post i read a lot this weekend

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jamieandgeorgedashigz · 4 months

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The classic and original Knuckles the Echidna game Sonic the Hedgehog 3 was released exactly thirty years ago, so Krystal and I travelled all the way to Angel Island to give him a simple stack of rocks, because he loves doing things with rocks and simple pleasures in life. Sonic and Tails, don't you two start making rock puns about him.

Also, he's blushing because, even if he is a big hunky man, that's just how he is around beautiful women, especially Krystal.

-Jamie

#knuckles the echidna #knuckles #knuckles fanart #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog 3 #thirtieth anniversary #30th anniversary #birthday #rocks #gift #art #fan art #krystal #jamie #jamie guy #jamie and george

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whybedennydifferent · 1 year

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I'm getting into canterbury at 10am in two weeks after spending twelve hours on the coach and then it's five hours until check in and then I'm going out for my birthday that night why am I doing this, I will be THIRTY years old

#also I have nothing to wear and something about being at the other end of the country makes me feel like everyone's going to flake on the #day and won't come #and by everyone I mean six people #this is very stressful #I mean it's not real stress but it's thirtieth birthday stress

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scare-ard--sleigh · 2 years

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It’s your thirtieth birthday. We both did it

god we. god we did . it was so hard sometimes but we got through it and now we're here and we're so alive !!! :' )

#'it's your thirtieth birthday' is like the most surreal thing to me but it also fits like a glove ???? jfkigkb #feel like i've been 30 since 2019 but i also cannot believe that i'm here you know what i mean???????#anyway!#silver jelly

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realasslesbian · 2 years

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Anyway, I’m just annoyed this evening bc a man physically assaulted me today (i.e. deliberately did a burn out on his dirtbike as I was getting out my car, right in front of me, I have a black eye and a broken windshield from the rocks). But dw bout me, I beat the shit out his ass, and trashed his shitty fucking bike. I didn’t leave there in an ambulance, I left in the paddywagon, bc the cops wanted to question me, I beat his ass that bad. They saw the dashcam footage tho (and had a bit of a laff) so they’re not pursuing it in any case. But I’m still annoyed and I swear to god I see his ass walking on the street when I’m in town tomorrow imma wail on him again.

#also #why yes it is my thirtieth birthday today #I did end up in a police station after all #amazing #I'm like a fortune teller #but only for my own bullshit #lmao #additionally #before this incident #my fridge broke #I lost a couple hundred dollars of meats #then my car battery failed #and I got it working via by frankensteining a solar panel to charge it #bc no one would jump start me #but the minute I got it working I drove over a screw and got a flat tyre #so it's actually pretty incredible I got far enough to get dirtbiked #universe fuckery achievement unlocked I'd say

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thegodstheycall · 2 months

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Dua Netjeru who watch over me.

Thank you for guiding the medical professionals who directed my care. Thank you for helping to still my heart as I navigated the uncertainties of my condition. Thank you for enabling my loved ones to care for me so unexpectedly.

Dua!

#omen speaks #guess who got a mystery abscess for their thirtieth birthday?#it was me #but i also got a spinning wheel so who really won here?#i def owe Them something nicer than this (and perhaps a little more formal)#but i am still recovering so we'll see what They ask for later

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screampied · 24 days

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just need a oneshot where toji being so extremely soft with his pregnant wife.😔

៹ content tags. ៹ fem! reader, pure fluff, toji's a big softie, calls reader 'mama' + 'baby' & 'darlin'

wc. 2.0k

toji rubs his eyes, pure static forming into his irises for a bit as he’d awaken up from his nap. with a quick glance at the clock, it read two thirty. in the background played the intro from some old western movie that was on repeat. ah, ever since you’ve gotten pregnant he’s always been staying up with you, ruining his sleep schedule in the process. not that he necessarily minded, you were his wife and he’d do anything for you,

his ears twitch a bit as he hears a sudden ruffling noise of feet — verdant eyes of his focus on you and it’s you trodding towards him and he smiles. “heyy,” he murmurs in a drowsy tone, he figured you’d be awake. toji stares at you so lovingly, the cute baby blue nightgown you wore, winnie the pooh slippers that dragged across the fleecy carpet. with a yawn, he pats his lap for you to take your seat. “y’er lil waddle never stops bein’ cute, mama.”

“stop.” you frown with a pouty look, he’d always tease whenever you do your cute little walk. he grows to adore it, the cute rounded bump on your belly only getting larger. pretty soon, you were about to reach your second trimester. time flew by so fast, it was almost like before you could blink, you’d be meeting your beloved new baby. you slowly make your way onto toji’s lap and he slings an arm around you. he smells good, you were a bit tired already from that ten second walk, cute..

“sorry baby,” toji utters in a soft voice, kissing the back of your head as you relax into his embrace, leaning back. “was gonna wake ya up but ya looked so peaceful,” and he brings a kiss near the inner crevice of your neck. “miss me already?”

you still remain with the cute glowering expression. with a sigh, you shrug. “yes, actually. missed you a lot.”

“awww,” toji caresses against your thighs, his touch was delicate and gentle. as he spoke in a gruff voice, he nips a few more kisses toward the corner of your neck as you faced the other direction. “missed you more. ‘n i missed our girl too,” and that catches you by surprise, he’d always refer to the baby’s gender as a girl. as if he could read your mind, he chuckles before leaning his head against your shoulder. “whaaat? got a feelin’ ‘s gonna be a girl.”

“i think it’s gonna be a boy,” you mumble, feeling your heart flutter a bit. oh, it was always like this between the two of you. the constant banter of the gender, toji just knew it was gonna be a girl while you thought otherwise. he’d be happy with either or though. you, likewise. toji watches with half-lidded eyes as you turn your body a bit to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. you plant a kiss on his chin, lips brushing against his stubble and he hums in amusement. “did you get any sleep at all? you have eye bags, ‘toj.”

“ah, ‘m fine,” he grins at your concern, the scar slashed near the right side of his lip twinging in response. you were so cute—the pregnancy glow you had bestowed on you, he could stare at you all day. toji leans in to kiss your nose, yet he notices your deadpan. with a grunt, he surrenders.

“okay okay, the most i got was maybe four-ish hours,” and the look of worry on your face made his heart twist. toji pats your head, smoothening his tone. “don’t worry, baby. it was for a good cause. was up all night readin’ that book you bought like last week.”

with your brows furrowing in confusion, your lips part at your abrupt realization. “oh— the pregnancy fact book?” and then you giggle. “really? i thought you said books were boring, toji.”

“trust, they are,” he sulks, bringing his wrist to rub his eyes. you take a brief glance at his broken watch you bought him for his thirtieth birthday. despite it being unable to tell time anymore, he still flaunts it, all because it was a gift from you. with a low sigh, toji moves a few strands out of your face. “but, ‘m willing to try new things for you—er, for us. and it’s quite informative, it told me about y’er strange cravings ‘n it checks out.”

you frown. “what’s wrong with my cravings? you told me you like them.”

“well, darlin’ i love you a lot okay,” and he paints a wet kiss against your cheek. “but if i have to eat another peanut butter pickle sandwich with you, ‘m gonna lose it.”

“it’s not that bad,” you protest, bringing a palm near your stomach to rub it. the bump was easily growing as the weeks progressed—you couldn’t help but be excited once the week of forty rolled around. “you just have a bland appetite.”

toji rolls his eyes. “peanut butter and pickles, baby. not jelly, pickles. pickles?” and you look at him, he’s gently holding both of your shoulders before you giggle. “and i thought nothin’ could top the toast ‘n ice cream.”

you deadpan again. “okay now you’re just being dramatic.”

“i love you,” he boops your nose. “i love you and y’er weird food cravings,” and toji’s eyes trail down toward your tummy. so cute and round, he gingerly moves the fabric of your gown up to reveal your skin, a palm ghosting against your belly. “any cramps today? pain i should know about?”

“no,” you hum, immediately relaxing from his touch. the warmth of his hand made your breathing slow a bit. he moves it around in a smooth circular rotation before brushing a thumb against your belly button. “kinda scared toji.”

leafy, viridescent eyes meet its way back up to yours before his face softens. “what for, darlin’? good scared or bad scared?”

in a sweet, timid tone, you puff out a single shaky breath. “like … both i guess? i’m excited of course but ‘m kinda scared. we’re having a baby, toji. pretty soon i’ll be on my third trimester,” and he’s so attentive as you’re talking, quite literally getting lost in your eyes. who knew that you could turn this man into such a soft sap, he adored you. as you continue to rant, toji strokes your cheek with a warmhearted simper. “i watched lots of videos about birthing and it looks scary.”

“not gonna lie to you, baby. ‘s gonna be scary, but y’know what? ‘m gonna be right there with you,” and he strokes a thumb against the enlarging stretch marks growing against your belly. he’s gentle, tracing a finger against each one before his eyes avert back up to you. “i’ll be right beside you. holdin’ y’er hand ‘n all,” and he kisses the crown of your head. “y’er gonna be the prettiest mommy. our girl’s lucky to have you. i’m lucky to have you.”

for some reason, those last few words struck right through the veins of your heart. mentally, you promised yourself you wouldn’t cry—

but alas, your eyes start to swell up, bottom lip quivering and toji notices immensely at your change of body language.

“awww, was that too much?” he purrs, bringing you towards his chest. you sniffle, your nose digging into his neck and an arm of his cradles you. toji starts to rock you, he presses another kiss against the top of your head before humming. “didn’t mean ‘ta make ya cry, darlin’ but ‘s true. ya don’t gotta worry that pretty little head, ‘m gonna be right here for anything..”

a solid tear drops against his tank top before your chin rests against his chest. you slowly look up at him with that familiar pouty expression before he swipes a thumb against your eyes. “cutie,” he takes your tears away, your lashes all damp and long. “y’er even more emotional because of the baby too. hormones, aw yeah i know these facts by heart.”

“you’re such a dork,” you wipe your face with a laugh, the mood suddenly light again. toji was gonna be spewing out pregnancy facts at you all day, you knew that now. whilst you sat up, trying to re-collect yourself, you speak in a soft voice. “but really, thank you toji. i love you,” and you grab ahold of his hand. your fingers intertwine with his, squeezing it tight. “you’ll be a great daddy.”

“heyy girl, don’t make me cry now,” he teases, a thumb of his running across the softness of your hand.

toji’s face relaxes, the more he stares into your eyes, the more he falls more and more in love.

toji was just as excited as you, maybe even more.

he couldn’t wait to start this new milestone, this new journey with you. a baby, the two of you would be proud new parents. the thought of it alone brings a soft smile to his face before he leans in to kiss you.

you return the gesture,

closing your eyes while feeling his warm lips mash against your own. toji was so weak for you, happily so.

life was worth living for him again now that he had you and the growing baby in your stomach. once you met him, he thought he’d never move on. he was a broken man who came to the mere conclusion that he had no purpose— all until you came along. toji didn’t believe in second chances, but maybe he’d start. you were his everything, and he couldn’t have been anymore grateful to have you in his arms at this right particular moment.

after a while, the kiss departs and toji smears a thumb against your glossed lips. “you drive me crazy,” he whispers, soft jade like irises peering into yours for about fourteen seconds before he sneaks a kiss near your jaw. “oh, you just reminded me. i ordered somethin’ the other day.”

with your interest piqued, you watch as he grabs out his phone— toji opens some shopping app, swiping a thumb near the check out section before showing it to you. what you were staring at was a cute huge pink sticker for cars that displayed the words of, ‘BABY ON BOARD!’

“you’re so cute,” you lean in to hug him, finding his enthusiasm adorable. a hand of his strums against your back before he leans against the couch. “you’re really set on it being a girl though, huh?”

“yeah,” he presses his nose against yours. “or if it’s a boy, we can name ‘em toji. such a manly name.”

your eye twitches. “one of you is enough,” and he smirks, feeling your thumb play against his scar. “but toji, ‘s like the afternoon. you should go back to sleep.”

“not tired,” he shakes his head, wrapping two arms around your sweet frame. your scent had him always wanting more of you, so sweet. toji pats your back gently before his face buries into your neck. “i’d rather stay up ‘n talk with you.”

“but i was gonna go back to sleep,” you pout.

toji huffs with a smile, kissing the shell of your ear. “oh, you want me back in bed, ‘s that it? darlin’ you could have just asked.”

you blankly stare at him and he guffaws, standing up and pulling you with him. “ah, c’mon. let’s go sleep for another fifteen hours i guess,” he teases, and he helps you walk. toji gawks at your cute waddle. so cute, you felt like you had so much water stored in you. entirely full, your heels slide against the floor before you hold onto your husband’s bicep. “there we go, one step at a time.”

“i’m not a baby, toji.” you mutter, secretly feeling yourself get hot from his doting affection. he’s holding onto you and you’re holding on to him.

“y’er my baby,” he corrects, and once the two of you reach the empty bedroom filled with infant supplies and boxes of baby furniture, you take a seat on the edge of the mattress. toji towers above you as you sit, cupping your face with a sly smile. “wife,” he coos in a gentle voice, two thumbs fondling against both sides of your temples. “i love you. never forget it, yeah?”

“i .. love you too toji.”

he hums. “heh, before we sleep though. how about some pickles?” and your face lights up.

#★vegasbaby.#toji x reader #toji x you #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #female reader

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aftonenterprise-moved · 2 years

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those aren’t new, so i think we’re in the clear everybody. no need to hide the alcohol.

#ic #it was my thirtieth birthday recently.

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sodaabaa · 15 days

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birthday

anthony bridgerton x wife!reader wife!reader is excited to celebrate her husband’s first birthday since they got married only to wake up and find anthony missing. she takes a trip to mayfair to ask the bridgerton family where anthony has disappeared to.

tw: grief, mentions of a parent's death.

a/n: hi everyone, wanted to take a second to just thank you for all the support. i started writing these just for fun and decided on an impulse to start posting my writings, not expecting them to get past even 15 likes! i really enjoyed writing this oneshot and navigating anthony's feelings in this one. let me know if you'd like to see a part 2 within this story line or similar stories within the bridgerton universe!

The first rays of dawn broke through the curtains, pulling Y/N from her sleep. She reached to the side, feeling the bed for her husband to find only the absence of his warmth. She sat up, it was unusual for Anthony to be gone so early in the morning. The two of them had a habit of starting their mornings together before he went off to tend to business, the vacant spot on the bed puzzled her – today was Anthony’s thirtieth birthday, the first one they would spend married. She already had a plan for the day; dotingly wake him up with kisses in all the spots he loved, take their breakfast in bed (a special one at that – she requested the cooks to make his favorite marmalade with the first plums of the season), pack a basket with light sandwiches and his favorite wine to picnic by a nearby lake, and end the night with his most favorite activity. Y/N pouted, upset that her plans had been foiled by his absence. She pushed the duvet off and dressed herself, wondering what possibly could have been important enough for him to leave without telling her.

“Amelia,” she called out to one of the maids. Amelia had been working at Aubrey Hall for years, she knew the ins and outs of this place like the back of her hand, maybe she’d seen Anthony this morning?

“Yes, my lady?”

“Did you happen to see the viscount this morning?”

“No, my lady. My apologies,” she paused, “though – you may want to check with the dowager viscountess.”

She tilted her head in confusion, “Whatever for?”

Amelia fiddled with the rag in her hands.

“Amelia, what is it?”

“Every year, on the viscount’s birthday he…disappears. He usually slips out before dawn when we’re all just getting started with the day. But we’ve never seen where he goes.”

Y/N’s confusion only deepened. Amelia waited for Y/N to dismiss her – she did so, waving a hand and offering a gracious smile for the information she provided. Amelia exited with a curtsy, leaving Y/N with no choice but to pay the Bridgerton clan a visit. Perhaps they could give her some insight into her husband’s mysterious birthday habit.

She managed to reach Mayfair before the sun had peaked in the sky. The carriage approached Bridgerton House, Y/Npeered through to see if Anthony might be somewhere around. He was nowhere to be found, much to her dismay. She stood before the double doors of Bridgerton House, signaling to the footman to announce her arrival. In the blink of an eye, her favorite Bridgerton sibling came running to the door.

“Y/N! How lovely it is to see you!” Eloise exclaimed, pulling her in for a hug. She returned the hug, grateful for the way Eloise managed to instantly raise Y/N’s spirits. Violet followed Eloise, a knowing smile on her face. Y/N pulled away from Eloise’s tight embrace to greet Violet.

“Can’t seem to find Anthony, can you dearest?” Violet said when she pulled away from their hug.

“I see this is a regular occurrence then?” She replied, feeling left out – why had no one bothered to inform her of this habit of his? She would have saved herself from the disappointment of foiled plans.

“Come in, you’ll catch a chill if you stand at the door any longer,” Violet ushered them upstairs.

“Y/N!” Hyacinth and Gregory were the next to greet her as she walked into the drawing room.

She gave the two little Bridgertons a hug, commenting on how tall Gregory had gotten and the length of Hyacinth’s curly hair. The pair immediately began updating her on all the things they’d gotten up to while Y/N was gone – though they didn’t get far.

“Hyacinth, Gregory – please give Y/N a moment to rest from her trip. I’m sure she’d love to hear all about your mischief later,” Violet said. The inseparable duo pouted for a moment before taking a seat in their usual spot. Y/N herself took a between Violet and Eloise, turning to ask her more about her husband's whereabouts.

“Do you know where he goes off to? Surely his mother might know.”

“I’m afraid I do not. I do, however, know the reason he disappears,” Violet looked over at her youngest children, ensuring they were engrossed in whatever they were doing before continuing.

“Since Edmund died, there has not been a birthday where he does not run off like this. It started when he turned ten and nine. I know it has something to do with his father, I am certain, but I cannot figure out where he goes. The first year, I checked Edmund’s grave to no avail. I’ve searched and searched my mind for places that held significance to Edmund, to Anthony,” she explained, throwing her hands up with a defeated sigh.

Y/N took a moment to process Violet’s revelation, guilt slowly eating her up. She had been so involved with her ownplans for Anthony’s birthday and then felt so disappointed but all this time, he was taking time to grieve. Her heart shattered for her husband – her valiant, loving, sweetheart of a husband.

“If I may,” Eloise cut in with the raise of a finger, “perhaps he simply despises the concept of birthdays and wishes to avoid all the commotion by hiding out in some pub somewhere?”

“Eloise!” Violet exclaimed.

“My, my, what do we have here? Viscountess Bridgerton has come to visit us!” Benedict interrupted the three women on the sofa, shooting a warm smile towards Y/N.

“Benedict, it’s lovely to see you,” she replied. She rose from her seat, giving Benedict a quick embrace before he took his seat across from them.

“Allow me to guess – Anthony’s disappeared?”

Y/N nodded, “I don’t suppose you happen to know where?”

Benedict clicked his tongue, “I’m afraid not.”

She sighed, “Well, when does he usually return then?”

“The next day. And to make matters worse, he acts as if it were totally normal, avoiding all questions about his whereabouts until you simply surrender trying to figure it out,” Benedict said.

That night, Y/N retired to their bedroom though she had no intentions of sleep – how could she manage to when her husband was off God knows where, in what condition. It kept her up with worry, so she decided she’d stay up and wait for his return. Staring at the walls had become tortuous as the hours droned by, she wrapped herself in a robe and made her way toward Anthony’s study. Perhaps she could find something here to clue her into her husband's habit. She poured herself a glass of Anthony’s whiskey, choking down the bitter liquid, and sat back on his chair with a sigh.

She looked around the dimly lit room, a portrait of Anthony’s father hung up to the left of the desk. She wondered what he was like, Anthony rarely ever spoke of him. Her heart ached at the thought of her husband at eighteen, witnessing what he’d witnessed and resuming to take on the mantle that’d belonged to his father in the midst of such trauma. Her eyes scanned the painting – catching on a pocket watch in her late father-in-law’s hand. She stood, leaning in to get a closer look at the watch. Realization dawned on her. This was Anthony’s pocket watch – well, it had been his father’s but this was the same watch he carried with him everywhere. She had noticed early on his habit of checking the time almost obsessively. She always wondered why he had such a fascination with time.

I could never surpass my father. He was a greater man than I. Anthony’s words echoed in her mind.

It all fell into place – clicking like a lock in her mind.

She ran back upstairs, rushing to wear something more appropriate. She quietly ran back downstairs, grabbing her cloak on the way out. The September days were cool and refreshing but the nights were cooler, which Y/N usually savored but the cold air only increased her adrenaline tonight, causing a chill to run down her spine.

She summoned a carriage, willing it to come faster as it approached her.

“To the chapel, please.”

As the carriage moved closer to the chapel, she could make out the vague silhouette of a man sitting on a park bench facing the clock in the center. The moonlight illuminated the small square, the scene before her looked to be straight out of a painting. She stepped out of the carriage, rushing towards the silhouette.

She stood behind him for a moment, afraid to disrupt him – afraid of what his reaction might be. She knew her husband preferred to grieve alone but this was beyond grief; Anthony feared his birthdays, feared the clock running out of time.

“Anthony?”

The man in front of her startled, inhaling as he turned around. She sighed in relief.

“How did you find me here?” He said, motioning for her to sit with him.

She walked around the bench, placing a kiss on her husband’s forehead as she sat beside him.

“Your pocket watch.”

He let out a breathy laugh, a humorless action. He held the watch, thumb circling its frame.

“You are not bound to time, Anthony,” she said gently.

He looked up at her, eyes red from the long day he must have had.

“Are we all not bound to time? Some simply have less.”

“You cannot know that for certain, dearest.”

“I know I am less of a man than my father was yet he merely had eight and thirty years,” his voice was hoarse.

“You are just as much of a man as he was. You’ve fought so hard for this family, do not belittle your efforts,” she took his face in her hands.

She wished she could show him how much of a man he truly was. He'd raised his siblings and taken on the burden of being a viscount to allow for his brothers to pursue their dreams. He ensured his sisters were well provided for and he dealt with his mother's grief for years -- all without complaint. Because of this, it was a privilege to call Anthony her husband, if only he could see himself how she saw him.

“You are not leaving me behind in a mere eight years, Anthony Bridgerton. I will fight death himself if that is to be the case.”

He chuckled, a hint of real joy behind his eyes as he did.

“I have no doubt you would give it a valiant effort, my love.”

He leaned forward, placing a kiss on her lips.

“It’s late and cold, shall we head back to the house?”

She nodded, grateful to return her husband to where he belonged – at her side, with his family surrounding them.

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