We all talk about how Penelope is strong in the 3x01 "Mr Bridgerton" scene because she doesn't fold after his shameless flirting but do you know what is true strenght? This moment right here. Because that boy is TOUCHING HER BARE ARM and TAKING HER HAND and he says "you really are very good, you know?" in the SOFTEST VOICE KNOWN TO MAN. And like... i'm sorry. I'm sorry but WHAT THE FUCK. HOW DID SHE NOT IMMEDIATELY FALL TO HER KNEES? Penelope Featherington is truly the strongest out of everyone because sure, she is desperately pining for him - but at least she keeps it under wraps. I would not have been able. If Colin Bridgerton said something like that to me I would have had no choice but to hit my knees and ask him if he would be kind enough as to compromise me immediately.
i’m a big whore for an asshole to everyone but you trope. schlatt getting drunk with you and a couple of friends at a bar, as friends.
throwing back a shot of vodka, gruffly exhaling as it seared his throat. “fuck you, dude. buy your own fuckin’ drinks,” schlatt furrowed his brows, slamming the shot glass back onto the bar, eyes lagging as he looks over to a friend who insists that he buys the group another round of drinks. a drunk accidentally bumping into schlatt a tad too hard, muttering an apology which falls on deaf ears before schlatt’s insulting him. “watch where you’re going you stupid fuck.”
the chatter amongst themselves, barely discernible over the music, before schlatt is suddenly aware of your presence. cradling a glass in his hands, leaning against the bar his eyes finally manage to fall on you, drifting up and down as he takes your outfit in. liquid courage draining any self respect he had as he admired your body.
“you look nice, buttercup.” he smiles at you softly, disappearing before the compliment even sinks in. an impish glimmer lingering in his eyes as he shoots you a look across the bar with a subtle smirk teasing the corner of his lips.
1. My Beloved - sweet guy, bestest most amazing. Soft kisses for him
2. My Bitch - filled with the deepest desire to shoot him point blank with a gun, impale him like a bug on my sword and then kiss him on the mouth every time he exists in my sight (he would enjoy every moment of it)
like- you can’t tell me these intimidating men don’t get at least a little annoyed whenever you make one of your ‘jokes’, if you could even call it that.
Ghost especially..
“fuck me..” You grumbled in frustration after you tripped on your own shoe. Ghost, who was walking with you, snickered a bit at your frustration. “Cmon then, we don’t got all day” he smiled, putting his hand out for you to hold so he could assure you didn’t trip again. Unfortunately for you, you tripped again while reaching to grab his hand. “I swear I’m going to kill myself” you threatened, steadying yourself. “Well, that’s not necessary, now is it?” ghost said, giving you a look that made it very clear you shouldn’t say that in front of him again. “No but like.. I wasn’t gunna” you retorted childishly “don’t.” He responded. “Yup got it, sorry” you said quickly, grabbing his hand and continued walking.
absolutely losing my mind over gaz putting his dog tags on you and then tugging the chain when he wants to kiss you. like he absolutely loses his mind, goes feral and whispers against your ear calling you his. like his tags are a claim over you.