assigning taylor swift songs to bridgerton couples (part 2)
with explanations that no one asked for (proceed with caution)
part 1 for a, b, c and d
eloise & phillip - i hadn’t even read the book and i knew paris was their song. i feel it captures their essence. “no, i didn't see the news 'cause we were somewhere else” while benophie are just as deep in the countryside, i think philoise truly don’t care about anything that goes on in the ton. “i want to brainwash you into loving me forever” i’m not sure why this line in particular stands out to me in context of their relationship. maybe because going into it they both had their agenda. also phillip constantly thinking he has to find a way to make eloise stay forever. “confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters” i think this one is self explanatory. secondly electric touch, i was hesitant about this one cause i’m just not a fan of this song sonically but the lyrics were too on point. “just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay // just the first time ever hanging out with you” - eloise sitting in her carriage on the way to meet a man who basically proposed to her without meeting once. from phillip’s “i've gotten used to no one callin' my phone” when eloise shows up and the servant’s “hey, we got a caller” and phillip going “wtf no one comes here, you sure about that”. also “i've grown accustomed to sleeping' alone” yeah eight years will do that. “i was thinking, just one time maybe the stars align, just one time and maybe I call you mine”
francesca & michael - so i have a story regarding this one. as i got to the second half of the book and the spice started flooding in, i felt like the need for some equally sexy music in the background and i remembered (honestly don’t know how i ever forgot) the altarpiece of taylor’s music false god. truly all the stars aligned, while i read the words “she felt cherished. worshipped. loved” miss taylor swift sang “we'd still worship this love”. other than that it does fall into the vibes category. tho if one day we are blessed enough to actually get their season i am expecting every social media feed to be drowning in edits of franchel to this song. but also alternatively to don’t blame me. again, sexy. well the spice in this book was just on another level and i also couldn’t figure out if taylor has a song about being in love with your cousins spouse for six years. i think this is more from michael’s perspective. i mean “i've been breaking' hearts a long time” he even broke mine by being fictional. “if you walk away i'd beg you on my knees to stay” michael stirling would absolutely do this and frankly i can’t stop picturing it. if we do get to them in the show some glorious day, this is my official plea to include this song in the soundtrack.
gregory & lucy - speak now is the somewhat lazy choice but have you read the prologue timed to this song. “i hear the preacher say, "speak now or forever hold your peace"” the church went silent “there's the silence, there's my last chance. i stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me” the priest stopped his drone, and every spine in every pew twisted until every face was turned to the back. to him. “horrified looks from everyone in the room but i'm only looking at you” she said nothing, but he saw her. // she looked so beautiful. i rest my case. it was really hard to pick a song for them because there’s so many twists and turns in the book so my honourable mentions are haunted (when gregory convinced everything is solved and then lucy goes and marries another man) and daylight. finally i settled with ivy. “my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine but it's been promised to another” i mean lucy has been promised to another man from the start of the book. it just fits them, okay (can you tell i’ve been writing this for four hours at this point).
hyacinth & gareth - dear god, hyacinth is my favourite character in the whole books series. i adore her but for the love of god i could not figure out what songs to choose for hyareth. it was truly a headache and if anyone has any suggestions, please do not hesitate to tell me. because they are such a chaotic and energetic duo, i wanted something that would fit them musically but ended up picking cowboy like me and peace. both are truly in the vibes category, i don’t have much of an explanation. in cowboy like me “and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up” felt kinda reminiscent of the whole polt line with gareth and his father who wasn’t really his father. peace has a little more substance to it. in my head this is more from hyacinth, she is wild and you will never get bored with her but she can also be a lot and tiring. “you know that i'd swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches. give you my wild, give you a child” this is who hyacinth is, she is a ride or die, and i truly believe she would sit in the trenches with gareth.
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Would you do Francesca/Michael with 32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” ?
I scrolled thru your blog and didn't really see anything for those two, so it's okay if you don't want to if you don't care for them!
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I do care for them! I haven't had the inspiration to write for them tho!
"I think I'm in love with you."
"Oh." It was the first time Michael had been silent. In fact, he was dumbstruck.
"And I'm terrified." Francesca continued, "And you don't have to... you don't have to say anything." She shook her head, looking down at her hands. The first time she wasn't wearing her wedding ring.
"Frannie." Michael said softly and she looks up at him, "What's changed? I don't want to push you..."
"I have changed." Francesca interrupted, "I'm not sad anymore and I feel so incredibly guilty for the fact that I have been so happy with you living here. And yet, so incredibly not guilty?"
"Eh?" Michael was confused but he had a smile on his face as she looked away and blushed.
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Saw a post about how Game Night at the Bridgertons would be a war zone while their spouses are trying to deescalate the situation to just eating popcorn and enjoying the show- so what might happen when Gareth and Lucy are invited (meaning no one has learned that Game Night is a bad no good idea).
My guess is that Lucy had long since been exposed to the Bridgerton bloodthirst, so she has it covered. Gareth? No clue. He may have heard the rumors and just a bit morbidly curious.
So this or Game Of Thrones AU (Bridgertons are the Starks or Tyrells?)
Challenge accepted: I’m drunk so please ignore the spelling mistakes. I think I met the brief. Lmao. I do like your Game of Thrones au idea, but I think sober me will do it more justice if ever she has the time. So this is Gareth’s first time at ‘GAME NIGHT’ with the Bridgertons.
Gareth wasn’t sure what to expect. In truth, he’d not been at all worried until Lucy – oddly calm, incredibly patient LUCY, of all people – lowly whispered by his side a very ominous “And so it begins…..”
“So what begins?” Gareth couldn’t help but ask.
But his question was left ignored in favour of the very serious and stern opening speech Anthony felt the need to give.
“Ahem, now that we are all present, I do believe the first game of the night is to be…..”
Gareth was startled by the sudden drumroll Colin gave from his place beside his wife Penelope. He watched with slow creeping trepidation as Anthony fished through a hat and picked out a folded piece of paper. Gareth had turned to Hyacinth, intending to make a joke about the intensity of the entire gathering only to jump at her sudden war cry.
“CHEATER!!” Hyacinth was already screaming.
Kate, Anthony’s wife, let out a loud snort before waving her hand dismissively.
“I’m sure you’re right, but at least let him name the game before we start the accusations.” She said.
Anthony glared at his wife with exaggerated insult and huffed.
“Have you already forgotten that we are supposed to be a team, dearest?” Anthony scowled.
“What!? When was this decided!? In fact, who on earth agreed to that!?” Eloise shouted from where she’d been lazily lounging with her husband Phillip. Phillip was far more interested in the book in his lap titled ‘Gathering Moss’ looking utterly absent in mind to the ongoings around him.
“I would never,” Daphne piped from where she sipped at her juice by her bleary-looking Husband, Simon Hastings. In fact, Gareth thought the couple looked rather flushed – both incredibly red in the face and out of sorts – almost dazed.
“Oh, gods, who among us is responsible for spiking the juice!!” Eloise exclaimed.
It was no secret that Daphne was a lightweight, and her siblings – so long as it benefitted them – were never ashamed to take advantage of it from time to time. Simon, on the other hand, always made it a point to pre-game with a mighty amount of drinks before Bridgerton game night.
“Suspicious isn’t it, the fact that you are the one making accusations after the sabotage you organised last time…..” Colin casually shrugged. The third-born Bridgerton had yet to forgive the fifth-born for spiking his beloved wife Penelope’s pudding with extreme amounts of rum. It had been a memorable night for sure, which resulted in the birth of their second child, but still…. The sabotage was unforgettable.
Eloise turned to her charmer of a brother with a glare but was saved from speaking a word with Benedict’s aiding hand.
“If we are casting suspicions then what is to stop us from suspecting you, brother? Did you not swap the dice for a rigged set two years before?” Benedict hummed as he lazily twirled a finger around a lock of his wife – who was happily snacking on freshly popped popcorn with a grin – Sophie’s hair.
“Is no one going to let Anthony name the game so we may start?” Francesca sighed.
“Oh, hush you, as if any of us are blind to the fact Michael suspiciously disappeared earlier during dinner only to return 15 minutes later,” Kate directed.
“I went to the bathroom, dessert was rather disagreeable with me, unfortunately, “ Michael piped with an innocent shrug.
“And are we to take your word for it?” Penelope added with a sickly sweet grin that did nothing to hide the sharply pointed tone of her words.
“My God, are we not going to start!?” Gregory whined with a sulky huff.
“So eager to lose, little brother,” Benedict couldn’t help but mock.
“HAH! I have Lucy this year, of course, we’re guaranteed to win. Unlike the rest of you, we have the advantage, right babe?” Gregory boasted with a self-assured grin before quickly pressing a kiss to Lucy’s head. To Lucy’s credit, she only sighed at his antics and motioned for Sophie to share her popcorn. Sophie snickered as she did so with eager relish.
“Is this….. normal for all of you?” Gareth warily inquired.
But the Bridgerton siblings were far too busy accusing one another – using past schemes and manipulations as justifiable reasons for their suspicions – to even hear Gareth’s wary question.
He was surprised by the heavy hand that clapped his shoulder, and the sudden comforting weight of another’s arm looping through his own.
“Hyacinth wouldn’t have brought you tonight if she didn’t think you could survive their nonsense,” Simon roughly grumbled.
Gareth tried not to crinkle his nose at the wafting smell of whiskey on his breath.
“The only reason blood is never shed is that Violet would have all eight of their heads displayed in a rather gory exhibition….. all done with love, I assure you,” Sophie teasingly whispered by his side.
Gareth very suddenly felt a cold shiver scramble down his spine, but he couldn’t be sure if it was out of dread or something else.
“You grow used to it of course, for some, it takes years and others well…..” Penelope helpfully added.
“For some the saying ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’ comes to mind......” Phillips distractedly added.
Gareth looked across the room to where Kate remained behind her husband while he passionately argued with his siblings. He couldn’t help but liken her to a lioness or something feline enjoying the chaos playing out before her. Or perhaps something like an Egyptian Goddess entertained by the insanity of her followers.
“We’d be liars if we claimed not to be curious as to which category you might fall under…..” Michael snickered.
Gareth swallowed and cast a hasty glance towards the passionately riled Hyacinth accusing Gregory of something he couldn’t be sure of. He could feel the assessing eyes of the Bridgerton’s significant others on his person, so full of curiosity. This truly was madness.
Gareth had never considered himself the romantic sort, but that’s exactly what Hyacinth inspired in him. For her, there was nothing he wasn’t willing to face or accomplish. There were no challenges he’d refuse, no overwhelming insanity he wouldn’t suffer so long as she could be happy. He loved her just as fiercely as the sun loved the moon to spend eternity in a chase, never guaranteeing their next meeting – never promising forever, yet attempting it anyway.
He loved her, more than he’s ever loved anything in his life and so…… for her, he could brave this.
For Hyacinth, he would ensure her victory.
Gareth snapped out of his musings due to the loudly given groan from across the room and the despairing sighs that followed.
“Damn it, he’s committed!” Anthony suddenly exclaimed.
What?
Gareth suddenly found his arms full of a very excited Hyacinth who dragged him into a passionate kiss before all her siblings and their spouses.
“Hyacinth!” Anthony snarled with a warning only to be hushed by a pointed kick to his shin delivered by his wife.
“I knew you’d win them over!!” Hyacinth exclaimed as she pulled away.
What?
Hyacinth then turned to her siblings looking smug and obnoxiously pleased.
“Now pay up, all of you!!” Hyacinth expectantly ordered.
The Bridgertons erupted into another round of nonsensical squabbling, but Gareth was too busy trying to make sense of what exactly had just happened. The return of a heavy hand on his shoulder jolted him from his thoughts and he turned to find Phillip by his side looking sympathetic and understanding.
“Don’t take insult to it, it’s just how they are….. at least you weren’t forced to battle all four brothers in the ring,” Phillips sighed before going back to his seat and returning to his book.
What?
Sophie snorted and threw some popcorn in the air and expertly catching it with her mouth.
“To be fair, I met them while in jail.”
What?
“Fran was married to my cousin,” Michael shrugged.
As if she could read the chaotic state of his mind, Lucy – oddly calm, incredibly patient Lucy – warmly patted his arm with a reassuring smile.
“You’re ok,” she said.
Gareth hadn’t realised until that moment the complicated whirl of emotions he was feeling. He could barely make sense of where his mind lingered or more specifically his temper. In some ways, he felt he was made a fool – invited to a ‘game night’ only to be tested for his devotion to Hyacinth – But…..
Hyacinth was laughing, a grin permanently painted on her lips as she wrestled with Gregory for a piece from a game box. She was beaming with complete joy, alive in so many ways he craved to be touched by.
“I’m ok,” he repeated out loud, and it was true.
The Bridgerton’s were viscously competitive, and incredibly sore losers to the point of sabotage and murder, but….. Gareth could survive it all so long as it meant Hyacinth would remain his.
He loved her.
He chose her.
But most importantly….. out of everyone in the world….. Hyacinth Bridgerton chose him.
And that was the greatest victory of all.
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THE BIG MOUSE IM SCREAMING
I bet Michael ends up being the fucking ring boy or something in honour of him essentially setting them up (and Anthony can’t even attempt to be mad when he falls for Francesca)
Imagine Anthony though, eyeing Michael across the crowd at the party at his house, talking to Francesca. And even though he likes Michael, he's a little relieved when Francesca seems to give him the brush off. Even if he recognizes the frown on Michael's face for one he used to wear when Kate walked away from him.
And he's not too wary, when Francesca says she's been brought on the work on the music for Michael's new film, because Francesca doesn't seem the least bit interested in him. And he knows Michael's a good dude. He's friends with Michael, he's his girl's best friend in the entire world: He knows Michael is not the kind of guy who pushes uncomfortably when women aren't interested in him.
But the very last thing Anthony expects when he and Kate sneak upstairs during her birthday party, giggling and trading lazy kisses is to find Michael Stirling, pressed against his bedroom door by his little sister with their lips locked together.
"Hey!" Anthony shouts a little indignantly, feeling far too much like a child pouting petulantly as Kate gasps beside him.
"Oh God!"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
Michael seemed to be readying himself for a fight, tucking Francesca neatly behind his body, "Anthony, Mate, Um- This isn't exactly how I would have wanted you to find out but Frankie's an adult and I don't need your permission to-"
"I don't care about that, just get the fuck away from my bedroom." Anthony tutted irritatedly, nudging them away from the door with his foot while hiking Kate over his shoulder. "Jesus, you've got your own home. Absolutely no manners Frankie. My God."
And he shuts the door on both of their startled faces as Kate calls out, unashamed that they've obviously snuck away for this specifically "Mickey, call me tomorrow!"
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