* idiots to lovers romantic starters
also known as rivals to lovers / idiots to idiots but they’re lovers / rivals to besties / rivals to idiots, the list goes on. some of these are inspired by pre-existing media. change pronouns/aggressive terms of endearment/insults as you see fit! these can also be platonic of course!
“i dunno. sometimes i just… feel things when you’re around.”
“your ass is your best quality.”
“do you ever feel… like… you know… things? like… those warm… feelings?”
“oh my god, stop looking at me like that! i’m gonna end up kissing you.”
“sometimes you’re not annoying.”
“you don’t, like… make me wanna tear my eyes out… or whatever.”
“you love me? are you sure?”
“shut up and stay. please.”
“i hate when people say shit like ‘you’re my best friend, i love you, i can’t imagine my life without you. i wake up and you’re the first thing on my mind, and the last thing before i go to sleep. suddenly all the love songs make sense.’ you know? i prefer starting it by saying how much i hate when other people say it, then say what i mean anyway. it’s way less embarrassing like that.”
“we aren’t friends. friends don’t do this kinda thing.”
“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”
“who the fuck said you aren’t funny?”
“who the fuck called you boring?”
“who the fuck said that? you’re great.”
“i don’t think you’re weird. i think you’re cute.”
“i don’t think you’re weird. you’re a dumbass, maybe, but i like that about you.”
“obviously i like you! i’ve been trying to tell you for ages now!”
“i’ve been flirting with you for the last six months, thanks for noticing.”
“some parts of you don’t make a lot of sense to me, but i don’t know why the sky turns pink at sunset and i still think it’s beautiful.”
“i want you. i don’t know why, i can’t explain it, but i just wanna be around you all the time.”
“i woke up one morning and realised i loved you.”
“you’re the worst. i love it.”
“you’re stupid, that’s what you are, buddy.”
“i wouldn’t die for you, but i think i’d kill for you. maybe. but then, that would mean going to jail… nah. i take it back. no offence.”
“did you know when i call you dude i mean it romantically?”
“what are you gonna do? kiss me?”
“you don’t look totally ugly today.”
“you look… never mind. i didn’t say shit!”
“they’re just flowers, don’t read into it.”
“can you please stop moving your mouth so i can kiss you?”
“you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”
“you’re a pain in the ass but i’m glad we met.”
“of course i care about what you think of me!”
“you’re looking at me funny.”
“i’m not looking at you funny! this is just how i look at someone i hate.”
“being with you makes me feel like a better person.”
“being with you makes me feel like a better person. i look like an angel compared to you.”
“huh? what was that? are you being nice to me?”
“sorry i made things weird the other day. we can still hang out, right?”
“sorry i kissed you, that was stupid. let’s just forget about it.”
“maybe kissing you was stupid but i don’t regret it.”
“are we hugging right now, bro? is that what we’re doing? do we… keep going? do we stop?”
“i’m not going anywhere.”
“this is all your fault!” *it is not*
“you drive me crazy in a way that makes everyone else look boring.”
“i can tell when you’re lying, you know. you ain’t slick.”
