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noahsresources · 2 years

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softer shippy prompts.

soft & simple quotes for all your shippy needs! a lot of these can work as platonic prompts if that’s preferred. feel free to change pronouns, descriptors, and context when needed. combine prompts too if desired ♡

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❝ you’re so cute when you blush. ❞ ❝ your hair is so soft ... ❞ ❝ you smell really good ... ❞ ❝ how is your skin so soft? ❞ ❝ your laugh makes me melt. it’s super cute. ❞ ❝ god, you are so CUTE, it’s not fair!!! ❞ ❝ i bet you’d look really cute/pretty/handsome in a dress/gown/suit and tie/tuxedo/(article of clothing). ❞ ❝ you’re all i’ll ever need. ❞ ❝ you have such pretty eyes. ❞ ❝ you always know exactly how to make me laugh ... ❞ ❝ your dimples are absolutely adorable. ❞ ❝ are those freckles on your cheeks that i see? ❞ ❝ i guess all the love songs i’ve ever sang were about you. ❞ ❝ is it weird that i’ve daydreamed about our wedding? ❞ ❝ the word ‘love’ can’t even scratch the surface of what i feel for you. ❞ ❝ you’re my person. you’re beyond special to me. ❞ ❝ there are seven billion people on this planet, yet you’re the only one for me. ❞ ❝ there’s no touch that feels like yours. ❞ ❝ every morning i want to wake up hearing your voice, seeing your smile. ❞ ❝ you taught me what love is ... and what it means. ❞ ❝ being wrapped in your arms is a truly special feeling. ❞ ❝ the sound of your voice is like heaven to me. ❞ ❝ i truly can’t control my heart when i’m around you. ❞ ❝ just stay here with me ... by my side. ❞ ❝ promise you’ll always be here for me ... ? ❞ ❝ i love you. more than anything. ❞

ACTIONS.

send +↻ for the reverse!

[ sing ] — sender sings a love song to receiver [ bath ] — sender draws a bath for receiver [ cry ] — sender lets receiver cry on their shoulder [ tear ] — sender wipes receiver’s tears [ cuddle ] — sender cuddles up to receiver as they’re just waking up [ art ] — sender sketches a picture of receiver [ snap ] — sender snaps a picture of receiver when they’re not looking [ kiss ] — sender kisses along a stretch of receiver’s skin [ clothe ] — sender helps receiver remove an article of their clothing [ embrace ] — sender jumps into receiver’s arms [ carry ] — sender carries receiver to bed [ lift ] — sender playfully picks up receiver from around their waist [ pin ] — sender pins receiver underneath them [ massage ] — sender gently massages receiver [ sit ] — sender sits on receiver’s lap [ lean ] — sender leans against receiver’s shoulder [ scar ] — sender shows receiver one of their scars [ wrap ] — sender wraps their arm around receiver’s waist to pull them close [ pillow ] — sender uses receiver’s lap as a pillow [ goodnight ] — sender kisses receiver goodnight [ hold ] — our muses lace their fingers together [ dance ] — our muses slow dance together [ candle ] — our muses cuddle in a dimly candlelit room [ tub ] — our muses share a hot tub together [ nuzzle ] — our muses touch noses [ laugh ] — our muses laugh together [ bed ] — our muses share a bed

#rp meme #rp memes #rp ask meme #rp ask memes #ask meme #ask memes #romance prompts #romance meme #fluff prompts #fluff meme #romance #fluff #memes #mine

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vampyr-tea · 10 months

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Kissing a villain mid-monologue to fuck up their entire thought process

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notmorbid · 15 days

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miss subways.

dialogue prompts from miss subways: a novel by david duchovny.

every day here is like a new stanford experiment.

my inner judge never has rehabilitation in mind.

if i'm not busy learning or being born, i'm busy dying.

you want me here, but then you want to ignore me.

one step forward, one half-step back.

i like the phrase 'making love'.

fuck you, asshole.

to the victors go the nomenclature.

gods are immortal, so they're patient.

not even i can stomach scientology.

what is the sound of one hand clapping?

i don't want to be famous. i don't have the clothes for it.

my identity can't be longer than a tweet.

i saw an opening. i decided to be the bad guy.

you're not going to start biting the heads off live bats, are you?

it's true, then. you can't take it with you.

you worried so hard for so long.

i'm sorry, i didn't get your last name.

you called me? what are you, 103 years old?

jesus would not go to nobu.

i don't mind you thinking outside the box. i mind you thinking outside of my box.

either lie down completely or stand the fuck up. it's gonna kill you in the middle.

you sound like oprah, except mean.

i want to live my life, not document it on instagram.

you lie to yourself and you lie to me.

to save something, something must be sacrificed. that's the way it goes.

we can't police our dreams. don't judge.

it felt like a death.

if i own something long enough, i start ascribing feelings to it.

that billy shakespeare, he got everywhere first.

i'm a reader, not a writer.

come on, let's get you cleaned up.

did i call you last night?

i was a different person with a different life. i've never had a dream like that.

there's nothing more boring than listening to somebody else's dream.

i can be a good shrink or a good friend. not both. choose.

i can't remember the last time i got laid.

don't be such a pussy.

i feel like i'm coming up short.

this is no time to come out of the closet.

was i a disappointment to you?

i like seeing things the way i do.

which version is the real you?

don't worry. there won't be a quiz.

the future is as random and fated as the past.

so much of life necessitates looking away.

have you been crying?

you forgot your trigger warning.

what i want has very little to do with anything.

spare me the faux shame.

when do the exceptions just pile up and make a new rule?

i like structure. i like to know i've done my homework.

i have to go to confession.

i don't know what to pray for.

the prayer is the god.

you stabbed a priest?

i need to change the past.

i'm losing you to that place you go.

shut the front door!

what would the perfect life look like?

you have the coolest, most beautiful eyes i've ever seen.

sing you to sleep? i don't really know any songs.

you don't know any songs? that's not possible.

i think i've always wanted to be taken advantage of by a gigolo.

you seem too smart to be an actor.

little lies make bigger lies possible.

there's something you're not saying.

there's a lot i'm not saying. i'm sure there's a lot you're not saying, too.

take the reins. write your own story.

i'm sorry you heard that.

i screwed up. you're not gonna love me anymore.

we all know better, but we're human. we screw up.

how do we know our character unless we step outside it and look its way, now and then?

is it my business? you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

i feel tall enough to ride this rollercoaster.

maybe you don't see yourself the way i see you.

you understand fine. you're just too nervous to comprehend.

people fall in love in difficult circumstances. most songs are about it.

let's agree on a moratorium on questions like "how did you know?".

well, stop guessing. start knowing.

just because i'm funny doesn't mean i'm not lethal.

you're already in the game. you have no choice but to play on.

don't tell me what i want. don't put words in my mouth.

where has playing by the rules gotten you?

maybe you have more power than you think you do.

one of the lies we tell children is that reason will get them through this life.

in order to love, you have to know what death is.

as first kisses go, i've had worse.

there's such a thing as too much history.

i want to be with you, but not like this.

i'm quite forgettable. that's like, the most memorable thing about me.

do you actually believe in past lives?

this conversation requires more wine than i currently have.

is there something else you'd like to ask? i get the feeling there is.

#rp meme #ask memes #inbox memes #rp memes #rp prompts #inbox meme #ask meme #rp prompt #fantasy meme #romance meme

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faememes · 2 months

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𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐏 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐞

This a rp meme based on Fantasy Romance tropes, change names/titles/pronouns as needed.

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬:

"Allow me, my lady."

"You are my Queen/King."

"You are strong, and powerful, and you're mine."

"You came."

"You called."

"He'd sacrifice you to save the world, I'd sacrifice the world to save you."

"The kingdom is yours, my King/Queen."

"You look beautiful tonight."

"Dance with me."

"May I have this dance?"

"I am at your service, Your Grace."

"Today I am not a King/Queen, today I am a man/woman."

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬:

[Enemies To Lovers]: Muse A and Muse B are sworn enemies, it's not their fault Muse A has eyes that sparkle, and Muse B is crazy attractive... what?

[Fated In The Stars]: Muse A and Muse B are fated to be together.

[Reincarnated Lovers]: In every life, no matter what Muse A and Muse B find each other.

[Immortal Lover]: Muse A is immortal, and they are in love with a very mortal Muse B.

[The Royal and Their Guard]: Muse A is a royal who has fallen in love with Muse B, their personal guard.

[Hand In Hand We Go To War]: Muse A and Muse B are in love and fighting to save their world.

[Masquerade]: Muse A and Muse B dance at a Masquerade ball.

[Betrothed]: Muse A and Muse B are betrothed to each other.

#rp meme #fantasy rp meme #fantasy rp #romance rp meme #romance meme #fantasy romance rp #fantasy romance rp meme #fantasy romance meme

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miamierre · 9 months

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Piarles + 6 ("Are you jealous?") 🙏

It's not like he's expecting all that much on a race weekend, of all things. Pierre knows that every team's media responsibilities are different, and that Ferrari especially thrives off of the content it's putting out between race weekends. He's been training himself not to be bothered by it...or, at the very least, trying his damnedest.

It's been getting harder, lately, considering Carlos' driving has been infuriating Pierre for the better half of this year so far and Charles still giggles and laughs along with him whenever they're in front of Josh's work phone.

Josh, of all people! Pierre's friend. He'd never wish anything bad on him, truly, but the little jealous creature that is permanently entrenched deep in his gut wishes he'd never left AlphaTauri. He'd been good at playing up the heavy bromance between himself and Yuki back in the day, which will only mean it will work just as well with Charles and Carlos. It's a nauseating thought.

But he's trying not to have it. It's especially difficult this weekend, because Monza is so steeped in Ferrari lore that there's no way Pierre is going to escape without being forced to witness some god-awful onslaught of red teammate shenanigans on his Instagram feed, but he is trying. It's what has him clenching his fist as he walks through the motorhome lot, the water bottle in his other hand getting the white-knuckling treatment as he thinks about how he is not thinking about Charles getting too close to Carlos to make the tifosi happy. "It is only a weekend," he mumbles aloud like he's actually going to listen to himself. It's only a weekend, and Jack had texted him earlier in the week that the two of them will be doing some TikTok trend because Esteban is too busy to have fun or whatever. He'll survive.

And then he hears a bright peal of laughter as he's walking by the alley between the Ferrari and McLaren motorhomes, and his confidence in that statement wanes dramatically. When he turns towards the sound, Pierre is greeted with the sight of Carlos fucking Sainz leaned onto Charles, tickling him as someone not named Josh films the two of them for some stupid challenge. He's almost chest-to-back with him, one arm hooked around his waist, and oh Pierre is seeing red. Is there a color beyond red for this? If there is, he's being swallowed up in it. Charles lifts his head at the perfect moment, mouth open wide and giggling as he seems to register Pierre's presence. His eyes are sparkling with joy.

Pierre doesn't even have the wherewithal to wave. With a noise that feels like it's been clawed from deep in his chest, he stalks off the rest of the way to Alpine's setup, anger boiling in his blood and filling his ears from what he'd just seen. There is no personal space between them, he thinks hotly, there is never any fucking space. He's rationalized instances like this before, and he will again, but the sight of Carlos pressed so intimately against Charles is burned into his retinas right now. He swings his driver's room door open and then slams it shut. Ben asks him if he's alright through the door and Pierre barely manages an I'm fine before he throws himself onto the couch like a child having a tantrum. "Fucking Monza," he mutters to the empty room. Like he didn't win here once upon a time. Like he doesn't love Italy with his whole heart.

Truthfully, Pierre doesn't know how much time he's actually spent coiled up in anger when the knock at his door breaks the silence. "Pierrot," Charles' voice is sweet and concerned, which means Pierre doesn't stand a chance against him right now. He sighs and sags further into the couch.

"Come in, Charles," he answers. The door clicks open immediately and Charles doesn't even bother waiting for it to swing shut again before he's clambering onto the couch, wrapping his arms around Pierre's shoulders to deliver a wet kiss to his cheek. The wildfire of rage in him cools off a little.

"Hi," Charles murmurs, nose smushed against the line of Pierre's beard. His mouth is warm. Pierre wants nothing more than to tug him into his lap and kiss him senseless--kiss him until he forgets his teammate, his team, his purpose here in the first place.

Instead, he sighs. "Hi," he responds, trying to keep from sounding too despondent. "What are you doing here, calamar?"

Charles peels back to raise his eyebrows. "What do you mean," he says flatly. "I did just witness you storm off like you were going to commit a murder, Pierre. Was I not supposed to come make sure you were not in trouble?" His mouth is quirked in a little smile, but his eyes hold a glint of concern that makes Pierre feel a little guilty.

"I'm fine," he replies. But it sounds flimsy to his own ears, and Charles snorts and shakes his head. "Don't worry about me, Charles. I'm alright. Nothing is wrong." He tries to pull Charles into his lap, now, but Charles is firmly settled into Pierre's side right now, and is apparently using all of his toned muscle to stay there.

"You're a terrible liar," he mumbles. "You can tell me any--" but then he cuts off, inhaling sharply all of a sudden, and Pierre swallows because this is exactly what he does when he figures out how exactly to read the mood. "Are you jealous?"

He sounds so incredulous that Pierre can't help the flush that colors his cheeks. "No," he lies. Charles tuts softly and grabs at Pierre's jaw, tilting his head so that they're now facing one another properly. He can't hide this for long.

"You are a terrible liar," Charles repeats, voice even quieter. "Pierre, I don't--you have nothing to be jealous over, Carlos is my teammate. I have to do this with him. We are a brand, no matter how much I don't like it." He wrinkles his nose. "You know I only love you."

Pierre does. Hearing Charles say it out loud again makes him blush even more, embarrassment putting more and more of his heated feelings out. He does know Charles loves him and him alone, and he does know that it's all Ferrari mandates and propagandas, but...

"Charlie," he murmurs. "I'm sorry. I know." When he tugs at Charles again, this time, he's rewarded: the Monegasque hums softly and goes along with it, settles in Pierre's lap like a weighted blanket and drapes his arms over Pierre's shoulders. The expression on his face is loving and knowing and nonplussed all at once.

"I know you are not his biggest fan," he hums. "And you know I am mad at him for what he has done to you this season. But I can't avoid him, mon petit." Charles rubs a gentle hand against Pierre's chest. "Please don't be upset. Please?" He's giving Pierre the big doe eyes that always, always work on him. Damn his boyfriend for knowing him so well.

He swallows, then reaches up to rest his hand against Charles' cheek. "I won't be," he answers. Then: "I will try my hardest, Charlie. For you."

Charles' face breaks into a grin. "For me," he echoes. "Thank you, mon petit." He swoops in for a kiss--chaste, quick, warm. Pierre wants to keep him trapped in his arms all day long. "I love you." Their noses bump. Pierre sighs, then leans in again for another kiss. (He can't help it. Habit.)

"And I love you."

#piarles #10 x 16 #fic #everyone look away as i rearrange the 2023 f1 schedule for my own writing convenience!#i will literally never shy away from jealousierre btw he is hall of fame To Me #thank u for the prompt cerona!!!!!!!!!!! ily!!!!!!!!!!!#romance meme #ask reply #cerona10

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cyanidebrat · 1 year

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Are we gonna kiss at the art museum or what?

#kiss #love #text #text post #couple #romance #lovecore #french kiss #couple memes #romance meme #love meme #art #artist #paintings #museum #date idea #cute date idea

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spitememes · 3 months

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" TO BE EATEN ALIVE, " BY MARIAH THE SCIENTIST. PT. 2. ( lyrics taken from mariah's newest album & lightly adjusted for your writing prompt needs. )

BOUT MINE.

and i know i don't deserve this.

promise, i won't let you forget me.

i said i want you bad.

there's no goin' back, babe.

we're goin' down tragically.

mine, mine, mine!

77 DEGREES.

nothing else up my sleeve, pride and feelings aside.

too many thoughts, too many issues.

too many nights without a kiss from you.

give it up for love and devotion.

i thought it was me that you wanted.

DIFFERENT PAGES.

i guess you left me with no choice.

a boy could never be enough.

i let myself down.

you can blame it on temptation.

i knew you never loved me.

where would we be if we just had learned to be patient?

as much as you know it pains me.

LOVESICK.

i wish it were different.

i have to commend my lover.

when i think of how it must feel to be you.

in my eyes, nobody gets it.

in my heart and my defense - i'm just the lovesick.

it's endless how this pain persists.

you know i really need you by my side.

RIDE.

i'm tryna be serious but i'm always grinning.

nothing in this world i ever wanted more.

i said what i said and i'll say it again.

i'm the best for you and it is what it is.

if you stay with me for life…

and i don't wanna lose your love.

#spitememes #ask meme #rp ask meme #writing prompt #writing prompts #rpmeme #romancestarters #angststarters #roleplay meme #angst meme #romance meme #angst rp meme #romance rp meme

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squidlykitten · 2 months

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Just for fun :> Here's the blank.

#ask meme #my ocs #oc kajj #romance meme #I really need to make some more finished art for poor kajj

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sphynxrpmemes · 2 years

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Romance meme (collection of quotes)

"I truly, deeply love you."

“In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

“You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.”

“You are sunlight through a window, which I stand in, warmed. My darling.”

“You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.”

“I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees but to be quite upfront and completely truthful you make my body forget it has knees at all.”

“You might not have been my first love, but you were the love that made all the other loves irrelevant.”

“Love starts as a feeling, but to continue is a choice. And I find myself choosing you, more and more every day.”

“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”

“It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.”

“I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world...”

"Why, darling, I don’t live at all when I’m not with you.”

“You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me.”

“You are the friend to whom my soul is attached as to its better half. You are dearer to me than language has the power of telling.”

“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”

“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”

“You don’t love because, you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.”

“I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am tonight.”

“I like myself better when I’m with you.”

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”

“I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm.”

“You are the friend to whom my soul is attached as to its better half. You are dearer to me than language has the power of telling.”

“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be.”

“You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”

“Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.”

“There are darknesses in life, and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.”

#rp meme #sentence starter meme #askbox starter meme #askbox starter #roleplay meme #rp memes #roleplay memes #roleplay help #rp sentence meme #askbox meme #rp sentence starters #rp meme blog #romance meme #ship meme

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chatgroove · 2 months

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Found these romance memes on twitter and did Alphy and Muki for them :> Good luck trying to romance them!

#romance meme #oc lore #oc meme #my ocs #shun draws #artists on tumblr #alphy #azamuku

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targaryenofrph · 1 year

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Klaroline Sentence Starters

(Some of these will only work for immortal muses unless you reword them.)

I’m too smart to be seduced by you

I’ll take you wherever you want. Rome. Paris. Tokyo.

Perhaps one day in a year or even a century you’ll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer.

Maybe I’d let you chase me around for a few more centuries. That was always the fun part anyway.

I know you’re in love with me and anyone capable of love is capable of being saved.

I’ll never forget you.

You weren’t the villain in my story.

I happen to think you’re someone worth knowing.

So you don’t regret meeting me?

I fancy you.

You’re beautiful, you’re strong, you’re full of light. I enjoy you.

I’ve shown kindness, forgiveness, pity, because of you. It was all for you.

It would be impossible not to notice you.

He was your first love. I intend to be your last, however long it takes.

It’s not a crime to love what you cannot explain.

I’ve caught myself wishing that I could forget all the horrible things that you've done

She certainly looks good walking away from you.

Rest assured it was worn by a princess almost as beautiful as you.

I could let you die, if that’s what you want.

My confession? I didn't do anything. Confession about what?

I received your graduation announcement. It was...very subtle. I assume you're expecting cash?

Was it worth it? To see her smile, to make her dream night come true? Was it worth it?

Okay, I don't know if this is some new way of flirting, but it sucks, and I have more important things to do.

Wow! You had a friend.

Just so beyond annoying, I can't even look at you.

You're beautiful, but if you don't stop talking, I will kill you

Shhh. It's okay, it's okay. It’s me. It's okay, you're safe.

Wouldn't it be more accurate to say you're afraid of yourself, your darkest desires? They were right, weren’t they? Deep down, you long to have your perfect feathers ruffled.

Where, on his evil villain to-do list? 'Steal blood, perform 3 massacres, pick up dry cleaning'?

Actually, not to nit-pick, but we evil villains usually use minions to pick up our dry cleaning, that sort of thing.

Don't worry, love. You know I'd never hurt you.

Fine. then maybe it's because I'm pure evil, and I can't help myself.

It's because … you’re hurt. Which means that there is a part of you that is human.

If we're going to be nice to each other, then I will need that glass of champagne.

Is that our thing?

We don't have a thing.

I was wondering what time I should pick you up tomorrow.

How about a quarter to never?

Oh, come on, take a chance. Talk to me. Come on, get to know me. I dare you.

I want to talk about you. Your hopes, your dreams, everything you want in life.

Are you going to kill me?

On your birthday? Do you really think that low of me?

#rph #ask meme #sentence starters #klaroline #vampire diaries #character meme #romance meme #hurt meme

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dodgerrpmemes · 2 years

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Musical Related Sentence Starters

a collection of starters that are lyrics from random musicals

“We could be beautiful.”

“Can’t we be seventeen?”

“We can start and finish wars, we’re what killed the dinosaurs.”

“Our love is God.”

“Who needs cocaine?”

“Freeze your brain.”

“It means I’m free.”

“I stole a loaf of bread.”

“Then it all went wrong.”

“He slept a Summer by my side.”

“He took my childhood in his stride.”

“A little fall of rain, can hardly hurt me now.”

“He was never mine to lose.”

“Wont you say? Will you tell?”

“God knows how I’ve lasted living with this bastard in the house?”

“Don’t be bitter, cos I’m fitter.”

“I don’t need your love.”

“I think we can all agree, I’m the ten amongst these threes.”

“So I decided to have a break from boys.”

“Baby I’m a hit!”

“It means beautiful.”

“He’s my boy.”

“If I met myself back then I wonder what’d I say.”

“So get out there and fight.”

“Look into your eyes, and the skies the limit.”

“You will never be satisfied.”

“Pride is not the word I’m looking for.”

“Take a break!”

“How can I say no to this?”

“I hope that you burn.”

“I put myself back in the narrative.”

“You could have done so much more if you only had time.”

#rp meme #musical meme #rp memes #sentence starter #sentence starters #angst #fluff #romance #romance meme #angst meme #fluff meme

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reblog-boss · 2 years

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#meme #dirty meme #relationship meme #romance meme

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notmorbid · 11 months

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you made a fool of death... pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from you made a fool of death with your beauty by akwaeke emezi.

i didn't mean to trade war stories. i'm sorry.

i'm sorry for the hurt that lives in your heart.

i wish i could tell you it gets easier.

did you ever love again?

there's no such thing as an inappropriate question.

you don't mind being watched?

you always seem so alone.

i've never hidden who i am from you.

i'd like to think that we're becoming friends.

there are so many different types of love. different types of ways to stay committed.

this is the most bisexual conversation i've had in a long time.

you're being secretive, even for you.

we're friends first, right?

i didn't realize you were sappy like that.

of course you're on time when food's involved.

you look like a troublemaker.

it would be ridiculous to be jealous of a ghost.

there are moments that break timelines.

i have to lock up. for real, this time.

you look like you're about to assassinate someone.

something inside me just never stopped screaming.

when did hell freeze over? did i miss the memo?

you think i'd let someone else cook a dinner in my house?

i want to be someone i can recognize.

grief can feel like a lifetime of venom, spikes piercing through us.

what i really want to do is curl up in bed and cry.

no, i'm not awake. i'm sleep-talking.

i don't think i've ever seen you actually drunk.

you're lucky to have me, voice of reason and perspective.

if i keep moving, i won't have time to think.

there are some things that need to stay and die in last night.

you can put me down now.

when you held me, i thought i was going to break.

can't we just skip the talking part?

was it just a kiss for you?

i only ask one thing: don't lie to me.

i will hold anything you tell me with care. just please let it be the truth.

i don't know how to say what i want. it's like i've got all these voices yelling at me about how mad and fucked up it all is.

i'm terrified i'll say something and you'll look at me like i'm out of my mind.

i like being alone next to you. like our alones might walk side by side.

you are so generous with your heart.

you were like light. i couldn't help but turn my face to you, if i wanted to keep living.

i've spent a significant amount of time trying to change my feelings into something else, but i can't.

i am so tired of denying myself.

it's ridiculous how much i love watching you smile.

i can feel you staring, you know.

you okay? where did you go?

tell me what you're feeling. i'll take whatever it is, over you pushing me away.

i don't want to go back there. it feels like a place that could eat me alive if i did, even just by talking about it.

you have me for as long as you want, however much or as little as you want. i'm not going anywhere.

i have a hard time processing platonic affection.

you're messing with me. you've gotta be messing with me.

you know you can always just come home, right?

i guess 'messy and alive' is a good way to put it.

would you like to go on a walk? i have something to show you.

i've never done anything to hurt you, have i?

don't even say my name. keep it out of your mouth.

i want you to be okay, more than anything. tell me what you need.

i'm here. why are you trying to make me go away?

what will you do when you get tired of me?

i can still feel the shape of the hole left in my heart.

you're always so angry when you're in pain.

i'm here to take whatever spikes you throw at me, always. forever.

i appreciate your concern, but let me take care of myself. okay?

do what you gotta do to be happy.

this shit you want to know, it doesn't belong to you. it's not your business.

i love how you lean into grief and somehow use it to become even more alive.

i'm happy just to be with you, however you'll have me.

thank you for coming into my home.

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"You're being particularly annoying." For Piarles <3

Pierre is still a lump on the couch when Charles pads back into the living room, partially-peeled banana in hand. Of course the only time his boyfriend knows when to get sick is during summer break--the too-short month of reprieve that they can never seem to spend properly year after year. Last year, Charles got sunburnt so badly during the week he'd gone off to Brazil on his yacht that he'd been untouchable for five whole days: Pierre had spent a majority of the first few rubbing aloe all over him and keeping him perched in front of the window AC unit.

This year, apparently, Pierre has the flu and has been pretty firmly rooted to the couch in his Milan apartment for the last 15 hours.

Charles tries to tiptoe his way over to the coffee table to leave the banana for Pierre whenever he wakes up, but his weight lands wrong on one of the creakier floorboards, and sure enough--

"Charles?" Pierre sounds groggy and disoriented as he lurches awake, blankets half thrown off him only to reveal just how sweaty his bare chest is.

It would probably be sexier if Charles weren't so concerned with keeping him from, you know, dying. "Hey," Charles says soothingly, striding the rest of the way to Pierre's side. He sinks to his knees and uses his free hand to push Pierre back into sleeping posture. "It's okay, Pear. Go back to sleep, I've got a banana for you when you feel like eating." He's not going to force the issue right now, since Pierre hadn't been able to keep the rice from earlier down: fluids are the priority, and his glass of water is mostly drained, which is good. Charles rests the banana on the table and picks the glass up, beginning to push back to his feet--

"Charlo," Pierre groans, reaching for the closest part of Charles he can find. His hand is too-hot as it grasps his bicep firmly. It makes Charles shiver.

"I'm here, petit. What is it?"

Pierre groans again, softer this time. "Your hand..." he lets go of Charles' arm only to tap insistently at his wrist, jostling the cool glass he's holding. "Looks cold." He sighs, then releases Charles only to flop backwards, a little dramatically, onto the couch. He watches as Pierre's eyes flutter closed, like he's going to fall asleep, but doesn't do anything until one eye cracks open. Waiting. Charles wants to laugh at how far he regresses whenever he's mildly inconvenienced like this--although, realistically he probably doesn't have a whole lot of room to talk himself.

"Yeah," he murmurs instead, setting the glass back down. He sits at the edge of the cushion and presses his hand, wet from condensation, to Pierre's forehead. (Which--he's still feverish. Maybe he'll need the thermometer again this evening after all.) "Here, P. Like that?" The rumbly noise Pierre makes in response is all he needs. "I have you, squid." Charles sits there for a few moments longer, then collects more of the condensation on his palm again and reapplies his hand. Pierre sighs. "Maybe we can get you into a cold shower soon, hm?"

At that, the Frenchman groans. "Later," is his response, followed by "don't wanna move" in that petulant whine Pierre always uses when he's trying to keep Charles in bed. It always annoys him a little--but today, at least, he'll cut his boyfriend some slack.

"Okay, Pierre," he hums, removing his hand once more. The glass isn't nearly as cool anymore, likely from the heat of his palm, so Charles grabs it once again and moves to head back to the kitchen for a refill. When he stands, though, Pierre whines again, then coughs and tries to re-pitch it as a groan. Idiot, he thinks lovingly. "What is it?"

Pierre pouts. "Don't go," he mumbles, reaching for him again as if he's not just standing upright beside the couch. "Please, Charlie."

Charles can't stop the laugh that slips out. "Pierre, my love," he hums, squatting back down to be eye-level with Pierre, "I have to go get you more water, and probably more paracetamol. I'm not going anywhere." But the pout settled on Pierre's lips seems to only get deeper upon explanation. "Pear."

"Pleaseeeeee," Pierre groans. "You are the only medicine I neeeeeed."

"Said like a man who ignores his trainer even better than he drives." He gets a cough-giggle from his patient, at least: Charles ignores the next pitiful moan and speeds to Pierre's kitchenette, where he grabs the paracetamol from where he'd left it on the countertop and then refills the glass with ice and water. (Sure, Pierre is annoyingly clingy when he's sick, but...Charles can't help but enjoy it at least a little. An unabashedly-snuggly Pierre is such a rare occurrence that Charles sometimes forgets how insufferable he gets when he's under the weather.) Now properly armed, he makes his way back into the living room, where...Pierre is flopped out again, eyes closed and mouth open. He's breathing (Charles checks every time) and he's got the blankets mostly up over his chest, so he must've just fallen back asleep.

Probably for the better. It's not going to get any easier, maneuvering him into his bathroom for a shower, but if he's gotten enough sleep, he'll be fine for the ten or so minutes it'll take for Charles to scrub him down.

"Rest up," he murmurs as he returns to Pierre's orbit. He sets the water glass down alongside the little orange tablets and sinks to his knees once more, just to press a kiss to Pierre's sweaty, kind-of-cooled forehead--

Only for Pierre's arms to fly out and grab hold of him, surprising him thoroughly as he tugs Charles onto the couch on top of him. Charles doesn't even have a chance to put up a fight from the shock. "Ha-ha!" His laugh is honking and loud and right in Charles' ear. "I have you, cheri."

"Pi-erre," he groans in response, trying unsuccessfully to untangle himself from the mess of blankets and limbs that Pierre is now attempting to cocoon him in. "Come on, you need to rest--"

"Shush," Pierre interrupts, matter-of-factly. "I sleep best when you are with me, Cha, you know that." There's that whine again. "You got me my paracetamol, and my water, and now you can be my medicine." His arms tighten around Charles' torso, and Charles just sighs, knowing he can't really wrestle his boyfriend without doing more damage.

"I'm supposed to be taking care of you, you know," he mutters instead, shifting so that he's no longer crushing Pierre under his bodyweight but now tucked firmly into the space between Pierre's feverish body and the back cushions of the couch. "Can't do that here."

"Mmmm," Pierre answers, clumsily stretching his tangle of blankets so it covers the both of them, "you are taking care of me just fine here, mon ange." One arm drapes over him. "See? Medicine."

But he's too warm to cuddle comfortably with the blankets, and Charles knows he's going to have to worm his way out of this one eventually because he will, in fact, have to actually get Pierre to take the pills sitting on the table. "You're being particularly annoying," he says under his breath as Pierre tugs him closer.

The sentiment just gets him a rumbly laugh in return.

#piarles #10 x 16 #fic #babyierre incapable of being mildly inconvenienced (under the weather) is something we as a society should explore imo #doting boyfriend charles is going to lovingly threaten to smother him with pillows at some point during this timeframe #hashtag love languages<3 #ty for the prompt my darlin!!!!!!#romance meme #ask reply #Anonymous

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