#salembridgette

[nemoxbaldwin]

“Hey.  I kinda… wanted to ask you something? If that’s alright with you?”

[deaf-preston-webb-blog]

"Hey, babe."

"Happy Birthday," he beamed as he signed.

[brooklyn--richards-blog]

Skype: Bridge

HEY!  I SEE YOU!  DON’T IGNORE ME OLD WOMAN I’M TRYING TO WISH YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY!  

[deaf-preston-webb-blog]

Snuggling Headcanon: Breston

Despite that Bridgette and Preston are as close as any couple could be, if one was to peek on them after having fallen asleep together they might be surprised by the distance between the two. At first glance it would seem that the two, facing each other but not entirely close enough for real cuddling, had fallen asleep apart and not as close as they appear. The opposite is true, however. The distance between Bridgette and Preston while sleeping can all be explained by Preston’s deafness. When Bridgette and Preston got to talking, they could never quite stop. Which meant they fall asleep signing about anything and everything they could think of--thus explaining the small distance between the two sleeping people. 

[deaf-preston-webb-blog]

Preston is working on his bike, waiting for Bridgette.

[salemfanfics]

No one believed | Breston

No one had believed her, of course. Bridgette knew why. Who would believe anyone about zombies, especially a girl who suffered from her best friend haunting her after being dead for six years. But she had seen it happen. Graves lifted, Mausoleums opened. It was weird. People, who had been dead for centuries looked like they had just died yesterday. Bridgette didn’t even full believe it herself until Preston had felt the cold touch of Jessie’s hands, which were oddly all two familiar to Bridgette. It seemed that they only wanted to continue the lives they were living, for  the first few months. Then it started, the riots and fighting. Nothing killed these being, since they were already dead. It was something like out of a horror movie and Bridgette didn’t want to watch as mayhem ensue. She hid in her closet until Preston came and rescued her. He now sat with her, behind the couch, in the abandoned and ruined house. He was look out and she was to keep listen. They had always made a good team. When the coast was clear, the two made a run for his bike and sped out of town. They stopped in the woods and made a make-shift hut for the night with a fire.

"I’m sorry." He told her. Bridgette simply nodded and kissed his cheek. "If anyone should have believed you, it should have been me. That will never happen again. I will always believe you." Bridgette quickly shook her head. She understood.

"It’s ok." She smiled. Preston smiled back and leaned and kissed her. Bridgette sighed happily. At least she knew that no matter what, Preston would always believe her, even if no one else did.

[deaf-preston-webb-blog]

Preston pulls up on his motorcycle.

"Hey, you," 

[deaf-preston-webb-blog]

One Year Anniversary || Breston

Preston straightened his red Gryffindor tie--something he'd found online. He knew how much his girlfriend loved Harry Potter and thought it'd be cute to get them something matching and meaningful to Bridgette. He'd sent her a Ravenclaw one and told her to wear it tonight. Preston smiled at himself in the mirror--tie, slacks, button-up--then head out on his motorbike.