#Fallout Community Event

[thefalloutwiki]

Fallout: New Vegas Day: Christine Royce wins the Costume Contest!

Say hello to the winner of the Costume Contest at Fallout: New Vegas Day! This is the same Christine that Obsidian and us posted about earlier! 💜

Congratulations! They really went all out on this, going as far as shaving their head!

[bunabi]

hmm this mindset that a catastrophe isn't '''real''' until someone you personally know literally dies in your arms is gonna get us all killed I think 🧍🏾‍♀️

[trans--courier]

TRANS--COURIER 50+ follower coining event : day 1

trans--courier 50+ follower coining event : day 1

the courier has delivered . . . !

the courier has delivered . . . !

Day 1: transspecies / fallout related (both 😁)

no id help appreciated

transsecuritron

transsecuritron

A transspecies (do robots count?) identity when one identifies with/as a Securitron unit from the Fallout series regardless of one's current species

No symbol below

"Now that's a delivery service you can count on."

"Now that's a delivery service you can count on."

[scaradeus]

ok so funny story so i started fallout 3 for the first time and i rly wanted to get to charon to be my follower and i completly aciddentallyyyy skipped "following his footsteps" quest and then got lost trying to find three dog

anyways my lone wanderer (Bert) and charon are besties

[thelittlebiscuits]

See the world now through his eyes, children. Let the dust and flames and fumes fill you; let it soak into your throats. Let it show you the Truth!

[antoncrane]

ngl one of my favourite things about doing events in FO76, is seeing all these level 800+/1000+ vets running around with absolutely fantastic weapon/power armour load outs, while my level 60-somethng ass is running around in the background hauling a shotgun and wearing a cowboy duster. LIKE -- 'I'm helping!' :-)

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

friends, I dont think I ever talked about this on here but since a lot of you are Fallout fans too I felt it was important to humble brag for a minute: I just remembered the time Bethesda invited me to their local community christmas party where I got to perform. as magnolia.

and as a special guest

i brought — drumroll please — my mum

i really fucking want to go back

[ms-demeanor]

Some people on the left are discussing whether the left is kind enough to me. Especially after the results of the election like lots of men of some demographics voting for Trump. Do you have any thoughts on that? Seems more about women should be nicer to men in some people’s opinions. And I am not sure about this discourse

i think that the social atomization that contributes to the radicalization of young men also contributes to, like, tradwifery and the radicalization of young women so I think that people are looking at a deep systemic issue with a shallow lens.

I don't think this is so much an issue of people being "nice" but of spaces making people feel *valued.*

The right-wing space full of toxic masculinity where people call disaffected young men "brother" isn't comforting just because people call you brother, it's because they're framing disaffected young men as valuable members of society who have been dismissed and degraded by the left. It tells them they're important and have worth and are necessary for the future of the world just because of who they are.

Of course they're getting called pussies and cucks and are being bullied in that space, but they're also being told that if they perform a certain standard of masculinity they are the future of their nation/race/species/family/etc. The toxicity of that space isn't something that makes them question their value, or whether or not they're a good person, or if they have something to offer the world. It is something they endure to prove that they are a member of the in-group, and that they belong, and that they do have value and are a good person.

So, there are people dunking on that post because it does kind of read like "i was almost eaten up by the alt right because women weren't nice enough to me" and to an extent i think that it was ungracefully worded. But i also think that it's addressing something that a lot of people feel in a lot of political spaces.

I do not think that whatever the hell we consider "the mainstream left" in America is particularly welcoming to anybody. I think that it very superficially values diversity while not actually valuing people. I think that it says "You are important! And that's why I need you to donate three dollars to my campaign to prevent the Republicans from harming [your identity group]! I am asking for your help as a senator, a mother, and a person who wants to defeat my opponent in two to four years."

I think that what a lot of people are looking for is not acceptance or niceness but is a community and i'm not at all surprised that people feel like they're not getting that from democrats/the mainstream left/whatever.

I mean. My real response to this is:

I don't think that the *actual* issue is that men don't feel welcomed by "the left," I definitely don't think the issue is women being insufficiently nice to men, I think the issue is that all of us are little cogs in a capitalist machine and actually there's very little out there that is saying to anyone "you are worth more than your productivity."

And it turns out that people will put up with huge amounts of abuse if the abuser makes them feel like they belong. People getting sucked into the alt-right pipeline because it is "nice" to them are exactly analogous to people who get sucked into cults because the cult provides community and affirmation and a sense of belonging.

Anyway, I am once again and as always begging people to put together or join any kind of at-least monthly meetup based on your specific interests. Start a radio club. Start a quilting circle. Put together a free store at the park once a month. Literally join a drum circle. Participate in a community garden. Start a walking club with your neighbors. Go to events at the library on weekends.

As a side note: there absolutely are lefty spaces that function by making people feel worthless or feel like bad people. They tend to have high turnover, short lifespans, and explosive fallout. These are shitty spaces and if your participation in a space is primarily motivated by some combination of guilt and self-flagellation, you should leave that space.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Omg Pt 2 of unfinished lap??? Reader makes him eat his heart out looking super hot and he grovels??? PUHLEASE

Unfinished lap pt.2 || F1 driver!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭

Warnings: angst!!!!

Word count: 1,396

MASTERLIST (F1 driver!Rafe x reader au masterlist)

PART ONE HERE

The Monaco Grand Prix was undoubtedly one of the most highly anticipated races of the year, and it was clear why. The energy was electric from the moment you stepped into the paddock. Journalists swarmed, eager to capture every headline-worthy moment, while paparazzi darted about, snapping photos of drivers and their glamorous entourages.

Team crew members hustled through the maze of garages, their focused expressions a stark contrast to the spectacle of it all. It was a world that thrived on chaos, glitz, and precision—a breathtaking display of Formula 1’s allure. Austin had accompanied you this time, his calm presence a stark contrast to the whirlwind around you.

It had been a week since you last spoke to Rafe, your communication routed exclusively through Austin. The distance had been intentional. After the heated fallout at the Miami Grand Prix, you had felt the need to step away, to find a moment to breathe. So, you flew back home for a few days, seeking solace in the familiar before making your way to France just 24 hours ago.

Of course, your arrival had been made seamless, courtesy of Rafe's private jet. It was his unspoken way of showing care, even in the midst of a strained silence. He had respected your desire for space, understanding the weight of what had transpired between you. Yet, the air still felt charged, the unresolved tension from Miami lingering like an invisible thread pulling at both of you.

Now, standing in the heart of Monaco’s bustling paddock, you couldn’t help but wonder how this weekend would unfold. The aftermath of Miami still clung to you like a stubborn shadow. Your abrupt departure before the race had even ended—and without Rafe by your side—had set social media ablaze. Fans were quick to notice, flooding timelines with speculation.

Did you and Rafe have a falling out? Was this the beginning of cracks in what many saw as a perfect relationship? The whispers of gossip added another layer to the weight you already carried. As you stepped into the paddock, the flashing cameras were almost blinding. Paparazzi immediately swarmed, their voices rising as they called your name. You offered them a small, polite smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes but was enough to quell the barrage of questions—for now.

The murmurs and shutter clicks followed you like a persistent hum, a reminder that every move you made here was under scrutiny. Austin, always the reliable mediator, had informed you that Rafe was already at the paddock. His presence was palpable even without seeing him, a tension that hung in the air. But finding him wasn’t your priority at the moment. The thought of facing him so soon felt daunting, not when your emotions were still tangled from the events in Miami.

Instead, you sought comfort in familiar company, meeting up with some friends at Ferrari’s hospitality complex. The atmosphere was lively but far more relaxed than the frenzy outside. You eased into the plush seating, a chilled glass of champagne in hand, while plates of gourmet food were passed around. The warm laughter and light conversation helped loosen the knot in your chest, even if only temporarily.

Yet, even as you tried to immerse yourself in the moment, you couldn’t ignore the faint buzz of your phone in your bag.

Rafe

Austin says you're here, where are you?

Y/n

Hospitality.

Without waiting for Rafe's response, you silenced your phone, flipping it face down on the table with a snap. You didn’t want to be distracted, not when there were conversations to be had with friends who actually cared—or at least, that’s what you told yourself as you leaned back into the easy rhythm of small talk with Sofia and the others. Your smile was polite, but hollow, just like the words coming out of your mouth.

Inside, you were still seething, and nothing about the pre-race buzz seemed to settle the storm inside you. As the race approached, the paddock swelled with even more energy. "Y/n! Over here!" You hear paparazzi call out as you turn your head to see them all flashing their camera as you give them a wave. "They grow more obsessive over you every day, I swear," Sofia chuckles, as you let out a soft snort, knowing this dress was your petty version of a revenge dress.

The air crackled with excitement, but you were numb to it, your thoughts wrapped tightly around everything that had been left unsaid between you and Rafe. Sofia nudged you, a knowing glint in her eyes, breaking your daze. You frowned, her questioning look making you snap out of your thoughts. "What?" you asked.

She nodded subtly, gesturing with her chin, and you followed her gaze. Your heart clenched. Rafe was approaching, his racing suit snug against his toned frame, the helmet in his hand an afterthought. His eyes, however, were locked onto you with an intensity that made you want to look away. He walked through the chaos of the grid like he was moving in slow motion, cutting through the noise, determined.

The sea of people, the flashes of cameras, none of it seemed to matter. It was like he was trying to pull you back in, but you weren’t sure you wanted to be pulled anymore. Sofia gave you a small, almost sympathetic smile before slipping away toward her boyfriend. You stayed rooted to the spot, knowing full well what was coming. Your eyes met his when he finally reached you, and the force of his gaze nearly knocked the air out of your lungs.

There was something there—something unreadable. You hated how it made you feel. You offered him a smile, but you knew it didn’t reach your eyes. It was stiff, polite, barely enough to hide the way you felt. He saw it, of course, because he always did. He could read you better than anyone else. “Good luck,” you said, the words coming out more as a formality than genuine well-wishing. Your voice was even, but it didn’t carry the warmth it usually did when you said it to him.

You stepped closer, placing your hands lightly on his shoulders, doing it out of habit rather than any lingering affection. It was an automatic move, like you’d done it a thousand times before. Rising onto your toes, you kissed his cheek. The kiss was longer than it should have been, the seconds stretching into an eternity as your lips lingered. But it didn’t feel like affection. It felt like something you didn’t want to face.

“Wait.” His voice sliced through the noise, barely audible over the rising hum of the grid as his hand grips your forearm. Your body froze at the sound of it, tension building in your chest. You hated how much it affected you. You hadn’t wanted to see him, hadn’t wanted to be anywhere near him after the things he’d said, yet here he was, pulling you back into his orbit with just two words. You looked over your shoulder, meeting his gaze.

The vulnerability there was almost too much. You turned, your gaze cold. "What?" you snapped, not hiding the edge of frustration in your voice. “Can we talk, please?” he asked, the words soft, almost pleading. His face was a mix of urgency and something you didn’t want to acknowledge. You wanted to scream at him. To tell him you weren’t some emotional ragdoll he could throw aside whenever it suited him. But all that came out was silence.

You glanced around at the sea of people—team members huddled together, journalists with cameras in hand, all capturing this moment. Everything about this was wrong. You could already feel the eyes on you both, the pressure mounting. This was the last place you wanted to have this conversation. "Right now?" you asked, your voice biting. "But—"

Before you could finish, Austin materialized at Rafe’s side, his timing as impeccable as always. You almost resented him for it. “Rafe, the anthem is happening soon,” he said, his voice carrying a firm but unspoken reminder that the world didn’t stop for personal drama. He looked at you briefly, offering a polite smile, but it felt more like an apology for the situation than anything else.

“Go,” you said, your voice colder than you meant it to be. You gently moved his hand from your forearm, the briefest contact of your fingers almost too much. His touch lingered even after he let go, the warmth of it burning into you. His shoulders sagged slightly, a deep exhale leaving his lips. He nodded, but it was a hollow gesture, a promise that didn’t carry weight. “After the race,” he muttered, his voice low, as if he were speaking more to himself than to you.

~

Rafe’s victory, though impressive, only seemed to amplify the tension between you both. As you stood near the podium, clapping along with the others, you felt the anger simmering beneath your skin. The sound of Ferrari’s team celebrating—their cheers, the clapping—was a distant noise, something that barely registered to you. Rafe stood there, triumphant, raising his trophy high as the crowd cheered around him.

But despite his success, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything other than the sharp ache that had settled in your chest. Your smile, if you could even call it that, was a thin mask you wore out of habit, an automatic response to the situation. You tried to focus on the celebrations, but every part of you was focused on him. You could feel his eyes on you, the weight of his gaze intense and unyielding.

You stared at the big screen, watching his expression shift as he looked directly down at you, a brief flicker of something—regret, maybe—flashing across his face. You hated it. You hated how that tiny moment made you question everything. You refused to acknowledge it, refused to let yourself feel anything beyond the cold distance you had wrapped around your emotions.

Instead, you kept your focus on the screen, acting like you didn’t care. You could almost hear his voice in your mind, calling out to you, asking for forgiveness, but you shut it out. The ache from his words—those careless, hurtful things he’d said—was still so raw, and you were not ready to let it go. The second the podium ceremony ended, you wasted no time in leaving the crowd behind.

You moved quickly through the cluster of team members, your steps deliberate as you walked away, trying to escape the noise and the energy that had once felt like home.

~

You hesitated outside the door to Rafe’s private room, your hand hovering over the handle. The paddock’s noise was a faint hum in the distance now, replaced by the deafening sound of your own thoughts. You didn’t want to be here—every fibre of your being told you to turn around, to walk away, to protect yourself. But you also couldn’t leave things like this. Not after everything.

With a deep breath, you pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Rafe sat on the small couch, his racing suit unzipped and hanging around his waist, his head resting in his hands. The sight of him—so unguarded, so unlike the Rafe everyone else knew—sent a pang through your chest.

His head snapped up when he heard the door close behind you. His blue eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension was thick, suffocating, as he straightened up, his gaze flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. “You didn’t stay,” he said finally, his voice low, almost accusing.

You crossed your arms over your chest, the anger bubbling up again. “What did you expect, Rafe? A standing ovation for the way you spoke to me in Miami?” His jaw tightened, and he stood, his movements stiff and deliberate as he closed some of the space between you. “I wasn’t thinking straight,” he admitted, his voice strained. “I said things I shouldn’t have.”

“You think an apology fixes everything?” you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended. “Do you even understand how much you hurt me? I was trying to help you, Rafe. To be there for you. And you acted like I was just… in your way. Like I didn’t matter.” His shoulders sagged, and he ran a hand through his messy hair, his frustration evident. “You don’t think I know that?” he shot back, his voice rising slightly.

“I know I messed up, okay? I know I was out of line. But I didn’t mean any of it.” “Then why say it?” you countered, your voice cracking despite your best efforts to stay composed. “Why do you always push me away when all I’m trying to do is be there for you?” Rafe let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Because I don’t know how to deal with this!” he admitted, his voice raw.

“I don’t know how to let people in without feeling like they’re gonna see how much of a failure I feel like sometimes. It’s easier to shut you out than to risk you seeing that.” Your heart clenched at his admission, but the sting of his earlier words still lingered. “You don’t get to make that choice for me, Rafe,” you said softly, your tone firm. “You don’t get to decide how much of you I can handle. That’s not fair. Not to me, and not to us.”

He stepped closer, his hands twitching at his sides as if he wanted to reach for you but didn’t quite dare. “You’re right,” he said, his voice quieter now. “It’s not fair. And I’m sorry. I don’t know how to fix this, but I want to. I need to.”You searched his face, looking for any sign of insincerity, but all you saw was regret. And fear. “I don’t need you to be perfect, Rafe,” you said, your voice softening slightly. “I just need you to let me in. To stop shutting me out every time things get hard.”

He nodded, his throat working as he swallowed hard. “I’ll try,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how yet, but I’ll try. Because losing you… I can’t do that. I won’t.” Your resolve wavered, the walls you’d built around yourself beginning to crack. “I’m holding you to that,” you said quietly, letting him close the remaining distance between you.

Rafe’s hand hovered near yours for a moment before he finally took it, his grip tentative but steady. “You deserve better,” he said, his voice laced with a sincerity that made your chest ache. “And I’m going to do better. I promise.”The anger and hurt didn’t disappear completely, but for the first time that day, you felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things could change.

[thefalloutwiki]

Fallout: New Vegas Day: Matthew Perry

A tribute to Matthew Perry was added to the General Store wall in Goodsprings, which we spotted at the Fallout: New Vegas Day event.

Rest in peace, Matthew Perry. You'll always be in our hearts and memories!

[cyberclouddream]

Your Relationship with Transformation

Aries in the 8th House (Virgo Rising)

How can you confront your fears directly instead of running away or pretending they don’t exist?

With Aries in your 8th house, transformations can hit you like a freight train. You might leap into new relationships or experiences without thinking, only to find yourself knee-deep in drama. Sudden career changes or impulsive decisions could leave you feeling a mix of excitement and chaos. While it’s exhilarating to embrace that fiery energy, you might also find yourself questioning whether you’ve made the right call. You tend to experience a lot of transformational experiences like sudden breakups, impulsive career changes, and moving in with someone unexpectedly.

Taurus in the 8th House (Libra Rising)

How can you stop resisting change and embrace the uncomfortable instead of stubbornly clinging to what feels safe and familiar?

For you, transformations usually revolve around stability—or the lack thereof. Life throws curveballs that challenge your need for security, and you might struggle with fears around loss. Big events, like a breakup or financial strain, can feel like the ground is shaking beneath you. You want to hold onto what’s familiar, but sometimes you have to face the uncomfortable truth that change is inevitable. You tend to experience a lot of transformational experiences like losing a stable job, dealing with a family member's health crisis, and facing the emotional fallout of a significant breakup.

Gemini in the 8th House (Scorpio Rising)

How can you drop the martyr act and lean on others instead of pretending you can handle everything on your own while drowning?

With Gemini in your 8th house, transformation often comes through the need to communicate and explore. You may find yourself diving into new philosophies or ideas that shake your beliefs to their core. It’s not uncommon to question everything you thought you knew. While this can open your mind, it may also lead to confusion and a feeling of being unmoored as you navigate these shifting tides. You tend to experience a lot of transformational experiences like discovering a hidden family secret, engaging in deep discussions that change your worldview, and experiencing a significant change in a long-term friendship.

Cancer in the 8th House (Sagittarius Rising)

How can you lean on others instead of shouldering all the emotional weight alone, expecting everyone to just get it?

Your transformations hit hard and deep, often tied to emotional upheaval. You might find yourself grappling with family drama or issues that challenge your sense of home. Major changes, like moving or dealing with loss, can leave you feeling vulnerable. It’s tough to ride those emotional waves, and you may want to retreat into your shell instead of facing the chaos head-on. You tend to experience a lot of transformational experiences like relocating to care for a family member, experiencing the loss of a loved one, and navigating a major shift in family dynamics.

Leo in the 8th House (Capricorn Rising)

How can you focus on real inner work instead of seeking attention or validation during tough times?

For you, transformation can feel like a spotlight shining on your insecurities. You might be driven to express your feelings through art or performance, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy. When life throws you a curveball, it can feel like you’re on stage, exposed and raw. Navigating these changes may push you to confront your ego and the ways you seek validation from others. You tend to experience a lot of transformational experiences like going through a painful breakup that forces you to reassess your priorities, experiencing a health scare that prompts lifestyle changes, and facing a crisis that challenges your coping mechanisms.

Virgo in the 8th House (Aquarius Rising)

How can you acknowledge your messy feelings instead of getting lost in a never-ending cycle of analysis?

Your transformations are all about analysis and practicality. You might find yourself obsessing over the details of a major change, whether it’s letting go of a toxic relationship or re-evaluating your priorities. It can feel like a never-ending cycle of self-doubt as you sift through your emotions. Embracing change can be hard when you want everything to make logical sense, but sometimes you just have to go with the flow. You tend to experience a lot of transformational experiences like facing a major health scare that forces you to reevaluate your lifestyle, dealing with the emotional fallout from a complicated relationship, and having to navigate an unexpected crisis that disrupts your daily routine.

Libra in the 8th House (Pisces Rising)

How can you confront uncomfortable truths instead of avoiding conflict at all costs?

With Libra in the 8th house, your transformations revolve around your relationships and partnerships. You might be forced to face uncomfortable truths about the people in your life, and that can lead to some painful realizations. A breakup or friendship fallout can shake your world and make you question your values. It’s tough to find balance when it feels like everything is in disarray, and sometimes it’s hard to know who to trust. You tend to experience a lot of transformational experiences like ending a long-term relationship that no longer serves you, navigating a complicated friendship fallout, and discovering your boundaries after a painful betrayal.

Scorpio in the 8th House (Aries Rising)

How can you see vulnerability as a strength instead of a weakness that makes you feel exposed?

Transformations for you are intense and often demand deep emotional work. You might be drawn to experiences that force you to confront your fears head-on. A crisis could push you to explore your darker side, and while that’s a path to growth, it can feel overwhelming. Getting to the root of your issues isn’t always pretty, and you might find yourself wrestling with some uncomfortable truths. You tend to experience a lot of transformational experiences like dealing with a profound loss that changes your perspective, facing a major life crisis that forces you to confront your fears, and engaging in therapy that brings deep-seated issues to the surface.

Sagittarius in the 8th House (Taurus Rising)

How can you ground yourself in reality instead of constantly chasing the next thrill to distract from your problems?

Your transformations are tied to your desire for freedom and exploration. When life forces you to confront deeper truths, it can feel suffocating. You might grapple with a fear of being tied down or stuck in one place. For instance, dealing with loss can feel like it’s closing off your world, and you may resist the changes that come with it. Embracing that discomfort isn’t easy, but it can lead to a broader understanding of life. You tend to experience a lot of transformational experiences like traveling to a foreign country that shifts your perspective, dealing with a loss that prompts you to reassess your values, and embracing a new belief system that challenges everything you once thought to be true.

Capricorn in the 8th House (Gemini Rising)

How can you confront your emotional side instead of pushing it aside because it feels inconvenient?

When transformations hit, your practical side can take over, but it often comes at a cost. You might feel the pressure to be responsible and keep everything together while navigating life’s chaos. Significant changes can push you to reassess your ambitions, leading to feelings of frustration. It’s hard to accept that sometimes you can’t control every outcome, and that can feel like a heavy burden. You tend to experience a lot of transformational experiences like being laid off unexpectedly, facing a major life change that impacts your career path, and having to take on unexpected family responsibilities that shift your priorities.

Aquarius in the 8th House (Cancer Rising)

How can you stop feeling like an outsider and start owning your unique perspective instead of hiding behind your intellect?

Your transformations often defy societal norms, pushing you toward unconventional paths. You might feel like an outsider when dealing with deep emotional issues, but that uniqueness is your strength. Embracing your individuality during transformations is key, even if it means standing alone. Remember that your perspective is valid, and it can lead to incredible personal growth. You tend to experience a lot of transformational experiences like challenging traditional relationship norms, dealing with a crisis that forces you to question societal expectations, and exploring a non-traditional career path that allows you to express your individuality.

Pisces in the 8th House (Leo Rising)

How can you stop escaping reality through fantasy instead of facing your emotional challenges head-on?

Transformations for you often take place on an emotional and spiritual level. You may find yourself diving into the depths of your subconscious, grappling with feelings that are hard to articulate. Events that push you to connect with your intuition can feel overwhelming, and you might struggle to navigate the chaos. Embracing your sensitivity can be challenging, especially when you’re faced with a world that doesn’t always value vulnerability. You tend to experience a lot of transformational experiences like engaging in creative projects that force you to confront your feelings, experiencing a significant emotional loss that prompts spiritual growth, and exploring new artistic outlets that help you process your emotions.

[calder]

In every mainline Fallout game except for New Vegas, players can earn the loyalty of a dog known as “Dogmeat.” As part of the main quest of Fallout 4, Dogmeat assists in tracking down the antagonist, even if the player has never encountered him before. When you leave Kellogg’s home, Nick simply starts talking about Dogmeat as if he’s a known quantity.

Perhaps related to this quirk of the world, Dogmeat is first named in this game when the clairvoyant Mama Murphy recognizes him and addresses him by name. The game’s UI calls him “DOG” until he is recognized by Valentine or Murphy. It seems clear that this german shepherd is somehow an independent agent with a good reputation, or something.

Dogmeat does not have a loyalty quest associated with him, which is how the player would earn the other companions’ perks. However, upon finding Astoundingly Awesome Tales #9 within the Institute, Dogmeat becomes more resistant to damage. While this isn’t coherent or conclusive evidence of Dogmeat being a synth, it’s plainly prompting the audience to consider that idea. In light of these factors, his origins have been fiercely debated among the community.

The skeptics and “hard sci-fi” fans out there would have you believe that he’s merely a famous stray dog who solves crimes. But I believe there's something more remarkable at work.

There's a section in the Fallout 2 instruction book called the Vault Dweller's Memoirs, where the player character of the first game recounts what canonically happened. Due to Fallout’s famously terrible companion AI, if you travelled to Mariposa with Dogmeat, he would consistently run into the force fields and get vaporized. So, in the Memoirs, we learn that this is exactly what became of Dogmeat Prime, in canon. He loyally sprinted into a wall of solid light, and disappeared. What if our buddy simply awoke in a new, confusing place?

In Fallout 2, Dogmeat must be found at the Cafe of Broken Dreams, which is explicitly a liminal space. It appears randomly to travellers in the desert. The NPCs within are frozen in time, such as a young version of President Tandi, who mentions that Ian went to “the Abbey,” an area cut from the game. To gain Dogmeat’s trust, the Chosen One must equip the Vault Dweller’s V-13 jumpsuit, which Dogmeat recognizes as belonging to his dead master. You can also attack him to spawn Mad Max, who claims ownership of the dog. Max fits the description of Dogmeat's original owner given in Fallout.

There’s also the “puppies” perk in Fallout 3, which enables you to restore Dogmeat, in the event of his death. “Dogmeat’s puppy” inherits his base and ref ids. In other words, they ARE the same NPC, just renamed. So, the way this actually articulates is that whenever Dogmeat dies in combat, you can find him waiting for you back at Vault 101. In practice, it’s almost Bombadilian.

Lastly, please consider the following developer context.

In June of 2021, the dog who performed Dogmeat’s motion capture and voice for Fallout 4 passed away. A statue of her was placed outside of every Vault in the China-exclusive sequel to Fallout Shelter. She still watches over each player.

River's owner, developer Joel Burgess, honored her in a brief thread about her involvement in the game, and shared much about his thought process and design goals while leading the character’s development. The Dogmeat project changed course early on, after Mr. Joel saw a new member of the art team gathering references of snarling German Shepherds. This motivated him to bring River into the studio, so the artists and developers could spend time with her.

He wanted to steer the team away from viewing Dogmeat as a weapon, and towards viewing him as a friend. Everything special about Dogmeat was inspired by River. For example, whenever you travel with Dogmeat, he’s constantly running ahead of you to scout for danger, then turning to wait for you. This was inspired by River’s consistent behavior on long walks. The only way they were able to motivate River to bark for recordings was by separating her from Joel while he waited in the next room. Reading the thread, it’s very clear that he hoped Dogmeat would make players feel safe, encouraging them to explore, and to wonder. In his closing thoughts, he said the following:

-Joel Burgess

Mr. Joel felt it was important to express that the ambiguity of Dogmeat’s origin in Fallout 4 was deliberately built into his presentation. He also felt it was important that you know Dogmeat loves you. Dogmeat was designed, on every level, to reflect the audience’s inspirations, and to empower their curiosity.

The true lore of Dogmeat is a rorschach test. The only “right” answer is to pursue whatever captures your imagination.

[driverlando]

✧.* PARTNER SWAP

synopsis- Carlos and Lando are caught in a partner swap scandal

before you continue: It’s been a while since I’ve done an smau so I’m glad to be back lol. reblogs and feedback are appreciated also thanks to the anon who requested the article! enjoyyyy :)

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user1 Charles and Max 💯

↳ user2 nah, they’re more likely to cheat on their partners FOR eachother 😂

user3 I’m sensing Pierre and Lance vibes over here 🤮

user4 hear me out…Lando and Carlos?

↳ user2 yeah, this might be it. did you see how lando was looking at Carlos’ gf in the paddock? plus Carlos likes every single one of Landos gfs posts…

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Scandal Rocks F1: Carlos Sainz and Lando Norris Caught in Shocking Partner-Swap Drama!

By: Sasha, Rumour Radar

The glamorous world of Formula 1 has been rocked by an explosive scandal involving two of its brightest stars, Carlos Sainz and Lando Norris. In a stunning twist worthy of a soap opera, the drivers have been caught in a jaw-dropping partner-swap scandal. Sources reveal that Carlos has been involved in an affair with Lando’s partner, while simultaneously, Lando has been cheating on his partner with Carlos’ significant other. The shocking revelations have left fans and insiders reeling.

The Double Betrayal Uncovered

The tangled web of deceit came to light after a series of discreet encounters and secretive rendezvous. It appears that both Sainz and Norris have been seeing each other’s partners behind closed doors, all while maintaining the façade of happy relationships in their public lives.

According to insiders, the affair between Carlos and Lando’s partner began several months ago. The two reportedly grew close during a series of social events and shared interests, sparking a connection that eventually led to clandestine meetings. Meanwhile, in a parallel storyline, Lando and Carlos’ partner were seen enjoying intimate dinners and private get-togethers, raising eyebrows among close friends and associates.

The Timeline of Events

The dual affairs seemed to have been orchestrated with meticulous care, with both drivers and their partners going to great lengths to keep their indiscretions under wraps. However, in the tight-knit world of Formula 1, secrets rarely stay hidden for long. A few chance sightings and whispered rumours eventually led to a full-blown scandal, as details of the affairs began to leak out.

Friends of both couples were reportedly shocked by the revelations. “It’s like something out of a movie,” one source close to the situation commented. “Nobody saw this coming, and now everyone is scrambling to make sense of it all.”

Reactions from the F1 Community

The scandal has sent shockwaves through the F1 community, with fellow drivers, team members, and fans struggling to process the news. While both Sainz and Norris have maintained a professional rivalry on the track, their personal entanglements have now added a new layer of tension to their dynamic.

Social media has been ablaze with reactions, with fans expressing a mix of shock, disappointment, and curiosity. “Carlos and Lando’s partner-swap? This is the biggest scandal F1 has seen in years!” one fan tweeted. Another wrote, “I can’t believe it. They always seemed so happy with their partners. What a mess.”

The Fallout

As the dust begins to settle, the fallout from this scandal is expected to be significant. Both drivers and their partners are facing intense scrutiny and public interest, with questions swirling about the future of their relationships. Will they try to salvage their original partnerships, or has the betrayal cut too deep?

There is also speculation about how this drama will affect the drivers’ performance on the track. The intense emotions and public attention could potentially impact their focus and team dynamics, adding another layer of intrigue to the upcoming races.

What’s Next?

While neither Carlos Sainz nor Lando Norris has publicly commented on the situation, the F1 world is holding its breath, waiting for an official statement or response. Both drivers have always been known for their professionalism, but this personal scandal presents a challenge unlike any they’ve faced before.

As fans and insiders continue to dissect the unfolding drama, one thing is clear: this scandal has already become one of the most talked-about stories in recent F1 history. Whether it leads to lasting consequences or fades into the background as a passing storm remains to be seen.

For now, the world watches as these drivers navigate the tricky terrain of public scandal and personal betrayal.

Stay tuned for more updates on this unfolding story, as we bring you the latest from the world of Formula 1, both on and off the track.

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Happy Mothman Equinox to all that celebrate!!

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Gap Filler (2)

Summary: Lack of communication leads to fallout.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, Walter being a douche, break-up, mentions of break-ups, amends, angry reader, unplanned pregnancy

A/N: A short drabble to the miniseries.

Gap Filler (1)

Walter feels like he’s losing his mind. He’s pacing the room, driving the lab assistant crazy. She huffs and shakes her head. Not only does Walter ask for an unauthorized analysis, but he also gets on her nerves.

“Sir, the results won’t come faster if you keep on walking holes into the ground. It will take as long as it takes.”

“I’ll be back in half an hour and need the results by then,” he huffs and turns to leave. “I know you’re not happy that I called in a favor. This is an important, life-changing event. So please, hurry up. I need to be sure if I bring something for the baby too.”

She furrows her brows but says nothing. Three years ago, Walter did her a favor without asking questions. She will do the same for him to pay him back and to be even with the grumpy detective.

“Half an hour,” she nods. “Got it.”

“…and?” Walter expectantly looks at the lab assistant. He never felt so much pressure on him before. Not even while on the hunt for a killer. “Please tell me you have the result for me.”

“Here.” She hands Walter the results. “Now we are even. Never ask me to do something like this ever again. I could lose my job.”

“If you forget about the test and the results, we are even.” He looks at the results. His heart jumped for a second before he remembered what he said to you only a few days ago.

“Detective.” She nods and turns back toward her equipment. “You shouldn’t waste more time. She’s on the way to start a new life far away from you.”

Walter huffs. The last thing he needs is someone telling him that he fucked up big time. He already knows there’s no way you’ll forgive him.

“Can I help you, sir?” The clerk at the shop asks. She’s looking at Walter standing in front of a shelf. He looks left and right, unsure what to buy. “Sir?”

“Hmm…” Walter dips his head to look at her. He has his arms crossed over his chest as he tries to decide on a gift hamper. “I need a gift for…” He sniffs and looks back at the shelf. “…my pregnant girlfriend. It should say, I’m sorry and happy to become a dad at the same time.”

She frowns. “You want to apologize with a baby gift hamper? Sir, I don’t know your girlfriend well, but that’s not the best gift for an angry pregnant woman.”

“How do you wanna know?” He cocks his head to watch her look at the shelf herself. “I want her to know that I’m happy about the baby and that I’m sorry for saying all those stupid things.”

She huffs now. “You are always sorry, aren’t you? Men are all the same. Do you believe a half-hearted apology and a random gift will make things up to her? How dare you come back to her to do it all over again!”

“Whoa, I didn’t ask for your opinion or help. If you’d excuse me now,” Walter angrily says. He glares at the clerk, pissed at her cocky attitude. “Whatever crawled up your ass is not my fault or problem. Nice customer service.”

He’s too angry to focus on buying anything at the shop. Walter storms out of the shop, squaring his jaw. The young woman at the shop wasn’t wrong. Walter hurt you beyond repair, and this can’t be fixed with a fucking gift hamper.

“I’ll take two, no, three of these.” Walter points at the flower baskets. “No, this is stupid. Give me your prettiest bouquet of peonies. She loves them.”

He looks around the flower shop, frowning deeply. There’s a beautiful orchid and a large cactus next to it. Walter shakes his head and laughs. “An impossible match,” he murmurs before pointing at the plants. “I changed my mind. I’ll take these two.”

Packing up your things to move out of your home feels wrong. You learned to love your apartment and turned it into a cozy home for you.

Not so long ago, you had hoped Walter would move in with you one day.

All your hope got shattered the day he told you Rachel is back and that he wants to try again. Your heart broke, and you mourned the life you could’ve had if only Walter felt the same.

Now you’re going to raise the life growing inside of you alone, far away from the friends you made and your beloved home.

“Well, this can’t be helped,” you murmur while rubbing your belly. There’s no swelling yet, but soon enough people will know you’re expecting. “We are going to do this all on our own, bean. Don’t worry. Your mommy is going to give you all the love you’ll need.”

For a few moments, you allow yourself to be sad about the breakup. You cry, you scream, and then you get up to pack up a few more things.

Walter is a nervous wreck. He paces in front of your apartment, the cactus, orchid, and a baby gift hamper in his arms.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Walter curses himself for being a fool. If only he knew that you never wanted to leave him for a better position.

How could he be so blind? How could he not see that your feelings for him were true?

His instinct should’ve told him you are not going to leave him. Instead, he ignored his instinct and listened to the nagging voice in the back of his mind.

“FUCK!” One last time, he takes a deep breath before knocking at your door, using his right elbow.

“Hello, what can I—” You stiffen when your eyes meet Walter’s blue eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I should ask you the same!” He huffs. “I told you so often to not open the door before checking who’s on the other side.”

You huff. “This is how you want to start this conversation? Really, Walter?” He smirks when you put your hands on your hips to glare at him. “What brings you here? Do you want to make sure I’m leaving? Maybe Rachel needs a new apartment, and you want mine.”

“Baby,” he hesitantly says. “Rachel is not, and never will be, a part of my life. She wanted to return for a few months, but we didn’t stay in touch. I lied, believing you want to leave me too. I was hurt and believed hurting you would make me feel better.”

You narrow your eyes. “For a smart detective, you are dumb as a brick.” Slamming the door in his face, you huff. “FUCK YOU!”

“Baby? Uh—will you at least let me explain things? Please?” He knocks at your door again, using his foot this time. “Y/N, please open the door. The cactus is poking my chest, and the orchid looks like it's scared of me.”

You’re tempted to open the door, almost giving in as he keeps talking. “No.”

“Please, at least take the plants. You see, the pretty one is you, soft and sweet. The large, ugly beast is me, rough and grumpy. Even though they are so different, he loves the pretty orchid.” He sighs deeply. “And he hopes that the pretty flower loves him too…”

Walter listens closely. He sucks in a breath when you curse behind the door.

“Baby, I know about the baby,” Walter continues. “I know what I did and said was unforgivable, but please talk to me…”

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To Be Alone With You (Anthony's Version)

Anthony Bridgerton x Sharma!reader

Summary: The time has finally come for you to attend a Bridgerton wedding, but as the bride. After everything you have gone through this season, the closing will be worth the wait.

Warnings: SO MUCH Fluff, slight angst, wedding, the vows are kinda long, soft honeymoon smut, pet names (Anthony calling the reader viscountess, sweetheart, and his wife), oral (f)

Playlist:

You're in Love: Taylor Swift

All of Me: John Legend

Work Song: Hoizer

Heartbeat: Carrie Underwood

Invisible String: Taylor Swift

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Dearest Gentle Reader,

The joining of one Viscount Bridgerton and his bride will be an extravagant moment. After the ending of Miss Edwina Sharma and Viscount Anthony Bridgerton's short engagement, this author is delighted to declare for those who missed the last ball, that the viscount will marry none other than his previously fiance's sister. It is well known that this author does enjoy a good scandal, but one that ends in happiness? That is often unheard of. Congratulations to the pair as they embark on this journey, this author wishes them well.

-Lady Whistledown

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Your heart flutters when you lift your hand into the air in front of you, seeing the glistening diamond sitting on your finger. It felt like a dream, the same floating feeling that you got when Anthony proposed. You can still hear his words drifting through the air when you close your eyes; like a melody crafted only for you to hear, to understand, and to feel deep in your soul.

Once your engagement had occurred, Edwina and Kate quickly hugged you and both had tears in their eyes.

"I'm so happy for you," Kate cried. "Oh, I am so glad this scandal proved to be fruitful."

"My sister, I am wishing you the best of luck," Edwina said. "Please live and share your life, one that brings much happiness."

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Violet was stressing to the point of which she could not tell you if she had slept in three days. The biggest event of the season was happening, her son's wedding. Daphne was coming to town with Simon, Benedict has been drinking his days away at the academy with his friends, Colin will not stop moping about Penelope leaving after the wedding for the summer, and to top it all off, the rest of her children are being rowdy and acting as if they are heathens.

Violet sits in the drawing room, trying to collect her thoughts when Anthony came in. His jaw was clean shaven, hair trimmed neatly, and he was wearing one of his regular outfits.

"Anthony, darling?"

"Yes, mother?" Anthony replies.

"While I am happy that you have finally realized that you truly loved your bride, could you not have done it a bit sooner?" She chuckles, breathing a sigh.

"Mama, I do not understand what you mean."

She looked up at him as though he had just said the sky is green.

"Anthony, you decided that you were going to marry a completely different woman, four days before the wedding and I am having to change everything about the wedding because she may not like the choices her mother and I had made for Edwina's wedding."

"She would not mind," He said, trying to bring comfort to his mother. "She would enjoy the wedding even if it had three donkeys and the priest was a cow."

"Anthony, I will not have you marry a girl with the wedding plans that were made for not only a different woman, but her sister." Violet rolled her eyes.

A butler comes into the room to announce that Lady Mary Sharma, the Sharma sisters' mother, had arrived.

Violet welcomed her with a hug and two women awkwardly stared at Anthony as though he was supposed to take a hint and leave the room, which he eventually caught on and did.

"It is so nice to work on this wedding with you," Mary said. "It is upsetting that we have to change everything, but I know my daughter."

Violet nodded and then pointed to different flowers, colors of clothes, and lights. The two women eventually started to build a wedding that suited you and your groom.

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You are woken up by Edwina and Kate to start the wedding preparations. First, you started with a bath. Your lady's maid helped heat the water and threw in a few rose petals. She left you some privacy so that you could do the bathing yourself. With every drag of the cloth against your skin, you felt your skin become anew.

Once the bath was over, you were dried, clothed in a nightgown and then your hair started to be braided and there were pins with gems placed delicately in your hair, making it shine like diamonds. Your makeup was applied, giving you a soft glow. A lip tint was applied to give your lips a pinker color and you smiled through the process.

You see the wedding dress that you had fitted and made two days ago sitting on your wardrobe and you felt giddy because this was actually happening to you. You would marry the man you had fallen in love with since the day you met him.

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Benedict stood in front of his brother with a tie in his hands, his thumb circling on the fabric. Anthony stood in the middle of his room and was fiddling with his collar.

"Brother, would you stop messing with your shirt?" He asked. "If you keep going, I will be the one getting nervous and I am not the one getting married."

Anthony frowned a bit, knowing the sadness behind his brother's last sentence. He remembers Benedict's face when he told him that he was marrying you. It broke his heart watching his brother be happy for him, not being able to shake the guilt of his sins.

Benedict smiled as he walked up to Anthony, fixing the collar of his shirt, and then placing the tie around Anthony's neck. As his hands moved the fabric around, he looked at Anthony with admiration and pride.

"Anthony, I have never been so proud of you."

"Brother-"

"I am not about to be depressing, but I truly marvel your bravery and everything about you," Benedict says. "You're my big brother and I know Father would be very proud of you."

Anthony, with tears in his eyes, hugs his little brother and quietly cries. Benedict pulls away and shakes his head.

"I do believe that that is enough. We need to focus on getting you ready for your big day," Benedict says.

With that, Colin walks in completely dressed and throws his hands up in the air.

"How am I dressed before you and it's not even my wedding?"

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Two carriages make their journey to the church. Each carriage rolled to a new step in two people's lives, each time the wheels rolled, the closer to eternity they became. Church bells rang, the streets crowded with people cheering and waving as the carriages passed.

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Anthony stepped out of his carriage and walked inside with his mother on his arm. Violet smiled at his son, pride and happiness blossomed in her heart as she stared at her first born make this step to his future.

"Are you nervous?" She asked.

"Were you nervous when you walked down the aisle to Father?" He asked.

"I was very nervous," She replied. "I remember staring at those doors for minutes and trying so hard not to run away because I was scared that he wouldn't like my dress. My mother held my hand as I took my steps to the love of my life and what happened to be the scariest moment of my life, also happened to be the greatest decision I had ever made."

"Do you think she will think the same?" Anthony asks.

"Please do not tell me, you do not want to go through with the wedding," Violet sighed with a roll of her eyes.

"Never in a million years," Anthony smiled.

The last church bell rang and it signaled that the bride's carriage had arrived. Anthony stared at the doors ahead of him and took in a deep breath. He prayed to the Lord that today, his bride would be right behind those doors and not running away.

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You did not feel nerves until you walked with your family to the doors that separated you from the love of your life, your home. You let out a deep breath as you watched your sisters line up as the bridesmaids and as your mother moved to walk away, you grab her hand, silently begging her to not leave you. She nodded and stood beside you. She moved your veil over your head, hiding your features because the first person you want to see you is your husband.

The first notes of the piano started to play, then the violin and cello started to blend in and the doors opened.

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Anthony swore that his breath was knocked out of him when he saw your figure covered in the veil. Despite not being able to see your face, he could tell you were smiling and he felt the sting of tears form in his eyes. His lips quivered, his heart started pounding, and it felt as if he could not breathe because he was so overcome with emotions.

Violet stood in front of her seat and proudly watched her son fall apart at the sight of his beautiful bride. She remembers seeing Edmund's face for the first time, his eyes red from tears, his smile never leaving his face. She saw it all in her son Anthony's face, and she quickly closed her eyes and send a thank you to Edmund as tears rolled down her cheek.

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The first step was the scariest, at least that is what they say. When you took your first step, you was less than a year old. Making your way into this world, not knowing what would be held for you in the future. Now, when you take your first step, you are taking your first step to a future of love and a mystery because for the first time, you are not taking this step alone. You will have Anthony.

You glide down the aisle, tears and cheers are surrounding you, but you can only focus on one person. You reach the stairs and turn to your mother and kiss her cheek through the veil. You hand her the flowers and Anthony extends his hand, which you take. You climb the three stairs and stand in front of him. His hands are shaking as he slowly lifts your veil, revealing the top of your dress, your shoulders, the slope of your neck, and then slowly, your face is revealed and Anthony almost gasps as he sees the face of his viscountess.

He struggles with words before settling on nodding his head to you with the brightest smile. The two of you turn to the priest and he starts his speech. You can barely listen as you feel the heat of Anthony's hand in yours and you can't help but keep looking over to see Anthony already staring back at you. The priest eventually said that it is time for the vows and you smile to Anthony. You start with your own, smiling through the tears.

"My Dearest Anthony,

As I stand before you today, I am filled with a love that is more profound than words could ever truly capture. You, who are so fierce in your love and so gentle in your care, have shown me the truest meaning of devotion.

Today, I vow to be the woman you deserve. I will stand by you in moments of joy and hold you in times of sorrow. No matter where life leads us, I will follow, for my heart has found its home in yours.

I promise to laugh with you, even in the darkest of days, and to dance with you in the lightest of moments. I will celebrate your triumphs as my own, and lift you up when you need strength.

I vow to trust you with my heart, to respect you with all that I am, and to love you with a depth that will only grow stronger with time. You are my heart’s desire, my companion, my love—and I will cherish you in this life and beyond."

You finish with an almost sob as the tears build in your eyes with the intense emotions that course through your body. Anthony who was trying to keep his tears at bay, broke down crying as you draw your vows to a close. The priest turns to Anthony and nods for him to begin his own vows.

"My dear,

I have been known to not be good with words, but from I am able to put together, I know that there are not words in this world that could describe the love and happiness that I feel when I am with you.

On this day, I am making a promise to you and to myself that I will hold you when you experience sorrow, to lead you when you can not see the path, to protect you from not only the world around us, but from the doubts and fears that come with life's uncertainties.

I promise to cherish you, to love you, and be there for you when no one else can be. Before you, it felt as though there was no air, I was suffocating without you and know I can breathe. Before you, my heart was homeless, but now it knows that there is a home for it and that home is with you.

Today, I am promising to be more than just your husband. I am promising to be your friend in the hardships, your protector in life's stormy weather, your companion in sorrow, and most of all, I am promising to be your person.

For all of my life, I marveled at the love my mother and father had. I was scared that I could not find that love and I realize that I did not have to find that love, because you found me. If this is how my father felt when he married my mother, then I know that I can die a happy man.

I promise to honor you not only as my partner, but as my equal. To laugh with you in times of joy, and to support you in times of sorrow. I will strive to be the man you deserve, both in the grand moments and in the quiet ones that we share in the comfort of our home."

There were quiet tears coming from the crowd, but nothing was heard as the world melted away from the two of you and Anthony's hand comes up to your face to wipe away a tear from your cheek. The priest concluded the service with a:

"You may now kiss the bride."

Anthony smiles before placing his hands on your cheeks and pulling you into a passionate kiss as the church erupted with cheers and the sounds of hands clapping. You smiled into the kiss as Anthony wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you fully into him and you felt his lips curl into a smile.

You pull away and his forehead rests against yours, then the two of you make your way down the aisle, cheers surrounding you as you move to the carriage that will take you to the country house. You smile and wave to everyone as the carriage drives away.

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You press a kiss to Anthony's neck as he holds your waist. Your dress pools around you and you can't help but nuzzle up against your husband. His hand is gripping your hip as you sit beside him and you smile because you were finally a Bridgerton and your husband was the man you loved.

When the carriage stopped in front of the country home, Anthony stepped out first, and then offered a hand to you so that you too could step out. As soon as your feet hit the ground, Anthony swooped you up and carried you to the house as you giggled in his arms.

He took you to the entrance and then you demanded him to place you back on the ground. He complied and you walked into the home with his hand in yours. He lead you up to the bedroom where the two of you would sleep and he walked you in. Inside the bed was on the left side of the room, a wardrobe was on the right with a desk beside it. There was a large mirror on the wall beside the bed. The windows were open, allowing the sunset's light to creep into the room, casting shadows in the room. As you looked around the room from your spot, Anthony came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

His lips pressed a kiss to the base of your neck, trailing to the side as your head tipped further to the right so his mouth would have more access. His hands made quick work at unbuttoning your dress and untying the strings. The fabric became looser as his mouth continued its assault on your skin. Soon enough, the fabric started to be pushed down your body, revealing more and more skin with every push and pull of Anthony's hands.

Once the dress was off, you were left in your undergarments and Anthony spun you around so that your lips would connect in a passionate kiss. His tongue quickly found yours and began a fight for dominance, which you gladly handed over to him. Your body buzzed with arousal as Anthony started to move lower with his hands, slowly walking you back to the bed.

When your knees hit the bed, you slowly leaned back and Anthony's body followed. His hands wandered up your sides and slowly started to pull the rest of your clothes off your body. Once you were completely bare, you realized that he was still fully dressed. Slowly, you sit up so you can pull his clothes away from his body. Neither of you have said a word because everything that needs to be said can be heard through the touches on each other's body.

Every kiss is an 'I love you'. Every touch is a sign of desire. Every breath is a promise for more. As the layers between your bodies disappears, Anthony moves his kisses further down your body. Over your stomach, your thighs, and then where you have needed him most. He spreads your thighs and moans at the sight of your pussy.

"Oh fuck, sweetheart," He moans as he gently spreads the lips of your cunt and sees the glistening slick. In the now moonlight, your ring glints against the light as your slick shines in the light.

Anthony then lowers his head, keeping his eyes locked on your face, and then slowly licks a flat stripe up your pussy. Your head is thrown back into the pillows as he starts to make out with your most sensitive area while your body shakes. His tongue presses against your clit and when he sucks it into his mouth, you let out a loud moan of pleasure.

"That's it, my viscountess, feel the pleasure that I bring you."

The sound of your new title on his sinful lips is enough to bring you right to the edge and he grins devilishly as he double-downs his efforts and your climax hits you like a train. Your hands that were gripping the sheets on the bed, shoot out to grip his hair and the pillow above you. When you looked down, you see Anthony kissing up your body again and then his lips covers your.

His hands move your legs to wrap around his hips and you feel him pressed against your core, causing your body to shake with anticipation. One of his hands comes to smooth your hair out of your face and off your forehead from the the sweat that collected there. You watch as he then places that hand on the headboard and the other to guide his cock into your hole. You whimper when you feel the tip pressed against you and then when he slides in, your head lolls to the side, allowing you to catch a glance of the two of you in the mirror on the wall.

You watch him in the mirror as he pushes his hips forward, his muscles flexing as he holds himself still for you. Your legs tighten around his hips so that he knows to move and he does. He pulls almost all the way out and then pushes back in. You let out a moan as your heels dig into his ass, pulling him closer to you, never wanting him to leave your body.

Anthony's mouth finds your neck and starts kissing down to your collarbone, biting there when he hits a particular spot inside you and your pussy clenches around him.

"Fuck, sweetheart, a little bit of a warning would be nice," He chuckles as you moan when his hand moves in between your bodies to circle your clit.

"Oh God," You moan comes out a bit higher pitch than you expected.

Anthony chuckles, his brown eyes staring deep into yours as he keeps his slow, but deep pace.

"It seems my little wife can't remember that my name is Anthony."

Your orgasm is literally right there and with a few more words from Anthony, you feel it washing over you. Pleasure courses through your veins and makes your blood boil as you come with a shout of your husband's name. Anthony's orgasm get triggered and he shakes above you, holding your hand through his climax and whispering 'I love you' as his body shakes from the activities that he just participated in.

The two of you stay like that for just a few more minutes, your hands running up and down his back to help calm him, his body twitching with every gesture. You sigh happily as you whisper that you love him and that he did so good. He finally pulls out and moves away from you so he can lay down on his side of the bed.

You curl into him and the room falls silent as the two of your just breathe in each other. Nothing has to be said because your silence is understood.

"So, Viscountess Bridgerton, how do you like the married life?" Anthony asks with a cheesy grin on his face.

"Well I am not quite sure," You giggle.

Anthony looked at you, appalled by your words, and then he rolls you on top of him.

"Well, I see I am already lacking in the husband department," He jokes.

You lean in and kiss him deeply.

"Not yet. Not even close."

"Well, it is a good thing that I have forever to make do with our time as husband and wife." He says as he pulls you into a deeper kiss.

"I think I can get used to marriage," You smile.

"I hope so, because you are stuck with me."

"And you are stuck with me."

"I couldn't dream of a better sentence."