chiques, estoy respondiendo todo, pero tengo un pedido... ¿me recomiendan algún rp? estoy pensando seriamente entrar en alguno, pero no lo sé.

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chiques, estoy respondiendo todo, pero tengo un pedido... ¿me recomiendan algún rp? estoy pensando seriamente entrar en alguno, pero no lo sé.
i need a plot with a girl boxer who everyone always brushes off because she’s a girl and an arrogant male boxer who often tells her to give up because “girls don’t belong in the sport” until one day she challenges him to a fight and kicks his ass. then she startrs to change his mind and they start training together and oh no feelings.
ok so i really wanna play older fcs so gimme the newly divorced couple who still run w the same ~crowd~ so they have to see each other a lot? and they deal with new bfs/gfs, thinking they might still love each other, trying to Fake it Til they Make It, drunken texts @ 2am, maybe they have kids together and have 2 deal with that, maybe they?? kiss again im just Shook someone please
Friends or more? Sentence Starters
aka “sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?” type of things
(send a name and a sentence)
“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”
“We always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing the bed for the night is fine too.”
“Your lips are getting really close to mine.”
“I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only.”
“I dare you to kiss me.”
“No, go on the Ferris Wheel with me, not them.”
“You can share my jacket with me, since you’re shivering.”
“Why is your hand on my ass?”
“Cuddle with me.”
“I just kissed your forehead, chill.”
“Shit, how’d you make me blush like this?”
“Are you trying to turn me on?”
“Let’s hang out, but I’ll pay for everything, and we can go to this fancy restaurant– No, not a date.”
“Okay, I guess this is a date, actually.”
“Stop with the tongue thing, it’s strangely attractive.”
“I keep telling them we’re not dating, but they keep telling me friends don’t normally make out when drunk.”
“I don’t want to be friends with benefits, but I do want something more, I just can’t figure out what.”
“When did you get so beautiful?”
“If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
“Their pick-up line wasn’t as good as any of mine, I’m just saying.”
“No, I don’t know how I got a boner, It just kind of happened! It’s because of how you were eating that ice cream, I bet!”
“I’m holding your hand because the movie is scary, alright? It’s a… Terrifying… Rom-com… ….. .”
“Why’d you let go of me?”
“I accidentally called you my girlfriend/boyfriend today.”
“I kissed you because we were drunk.”
“I kissed you because I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Could you not talk to him/her, please? I think they’re trying to date you.”
“I wish we could stay like this forever…”
“I had this dream where we were dating.”
“I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.”
“Why do you always call me when I’m on a date?”
“No, I can’t hang out, I’m on a date and you know that.”
“Okay, maybe I am a bit jealous.”
“Just remember, he/she’s not the one who taught you how to kiss.”
“It’s weird how we’ve been friends for so long, but never went through that ‘crushing’ phase.”
“Maybe I want to kiss you because it’s cold and about to be cuddle season.”
“I say this a lot, but, look, they’re not good enough for you.”
“You’re always wrapping your arms around me in lines.”
“I was listening to that love song, and you came to mind. Weird, right?”
“You know this voucher only works for couples, right?”
“Are you implying that you want to kiss me?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re blushing so hard, all I did was say “I love you” in French.”
“I could get used to waking up next to you, actually.”
“Right… Well… I’m not sure how we ended up kissing like that…”
“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.”
“We would make a pretty good couple.”
“The date didn’t go well. Yeah, she/he didn’t like how I kept mentioning all of our adventures.”
“How come I always end up calling you when I can’t fall asleep?”
“Sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?”
serenarambles:
someone give me a plot where muse a is living in this nyc apartment complex, and the apartment across the hall from her has always been empty, until one day she finally sees someone moving in. she introduces herself to the guy moving in, muse b, and is immediately attracted to him. before long, they end up going on a few dates, although muse b is hesitant at first, and at the end of the third date, muse a tries to invite muse b into her apartment for the night, but he declines. she’s confused and initially embarrassed, until he tells her that she should come into his apartment, because he has something to show her. they walk in and there’s a teenage girl on the couch. muse a is extremely confused now, especially when muse b introduces the girl as the babysitter. it isn’t until a tiny little two-year-old comes toddling around the corner that she realizes that muse b is a single father.
“Esa es la actitud que quiero en mi cocina.” Sonríe mientras sigue encargándose de la mezcla, está casi lista pero todavía tiene varios bizcochuelos ya preparados que hay que decorar. “¿Cómo que no? ¿Tus padres nunca te enseñaron?” Le resulta raro, a ella siempre se lo inculcaron y así fue que más adelante desarrolló su pasión por la pastelería, a lo que se dedica actualmente además de ser ayudante de cocina. “Tengo algunos para decorar con merengue y dulce de leche, puedo enseñarte como se hace, es fácil y capaz hasta te divierte.”
“Si no le ponemos buena onda...” Murmuró, no le costó nada inclinarse hacia el bollón de vidrio que guardaba un delicioso manjar: dulce de los néctares más preciados, dulce de leche. Una cucharadita y a su boca, endulzarse la mañana antes de arrancar con las preparaciones, incluso sin la aprobación de la cobriza. “No, no... mis papás no, siempre fue mucho más para el lado de Clara, ella era la Susana de la familia, quería hijos, saber cocinar, toda la enseñanza ejemplar la heredó ella... yo no, mis viejos se dieron cuenta que no iba por ahí.” Parloteó, tomando el delantal que sobraba en la cocina y preparándose para ser útil. No le molestaba que Clara fuera mas cercana a sus viejos que ella, a su manera había encontrado lo que le hacia feliz: la música “Me encanta, vos guíame y yo hago lo que quieras.” Se burló, animándose a sonreír un poco.
Le fue inevitable soltar una pequeña carcajada ante las últimas palabras de la joven. “Pasional y personal, como un libro del idiota de Nicholas Sparks,” bromeó, era lo que siempre hacía cuando no quería hablar sobre sus problemas. “Digamos que… solo me defendí de alguien que me provocó,” explicó. Tampoco era novedad que terminara en esas situaciones.
“No podría haberlo descrito mejor.” se mofó, curvando sus labios ante la cómica referencia. La zona rojiza del rostro contrario denotaba que la hinchazón hacia de las suyas, estaba segura que debía de doler, más no estaba dispuesta a averiguarlo.” Quédate ahí, te traigo hielo y...¿cerveza?” Consultó, frunciendo el ceño. “No soy la indicada para hablar de control de frustraciones, así que no voy a juzgarte. Solo espero que el otro se haya llevado la peor parte.” Violentó, sin mucho tacto.
“Tal vez ni siquiera te veo bien. Podría tener miopía,” respondió con aire bromista. Sus labios se torcieron ligeramente ante la siguiente información, como si sopesara qué tan malo era llevar un historial tan largo como fumador. “Podría darte un sermón sobre la salud de tus pulmones, pero me lo guardaré para mí. En su lugar, solo diré que, secretamente, pienso que las personas que fuman se ven muy estéticamente agradables.”
Se inclinó suavemente, como si a simple vista pudiera evaluar si la chica tenía problemas de visión, tampoco tenía conocimiento sobre ello. “Al parecer, sí. Te quedarían muy bien unas gafas, eh.” Se atrevió a comentar, Ivo solía ser bastante charlatán con la gente que le agradaba, la cuestión era quién no. La explicación de la castaña le bastó para esbozar una sonrisa algo tímida, sobre todo porque estaba diciéndole entre líneas que era estéticamente agradable. “Te agradezco que te guardes el sermón, ¿sabes? Me vendrían mejor recomendaciones sobre cómo dejar de fumar, es muy difícil.” Explicó, dándole la última calada al venenoso cigarrillo, fumador activo y hace años, aquello era el vicio de su vida. “Y sobre tu secreto, debe de tener alguna explicación psicoanalítica, pero puede que sea la vibra de James Dean, aunque en unos años me va a pasar factura.” Se burló, tirando la colilla en el cenicero próximo.
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change any gendered language to your needs. ♡
“ you don’t have to hide your tears from me . ” “ you’re doing great , okay ?? i mean it . ” “ you are so strong . ” “ please don’t ever give up . ” “ i will always believe in you . ” “ why do you always think you have to do everything on your own ?? ” “ it’s okay , i’m here . i’ll always be here . ” “ you’ve always been strong for me . let me return the favor . ” “ just listen to my heartbeat , okay ?? ” “ come on , take a deep breath . it’s gonna be alright . ” “ please , just hold me . ” “ you always meant the world to me . i’m sorry i let you forget that . ” “ i never stopped loving you . ” “ you’ll feel better if you talk about it . i’m here to listen . ” “ you’re so much more than the mistakes you’ve made . ” “ i forgive you . ” “ you are so fucking powerful . ” “ i’m not leaving you here . ” “ i trust you more than anyone else in this universe . ” “ it’s okay to be confused . nobody has all the answers . ” “ i’m so , so sorry . you didn’t deserve that . ” “ healing is not linear , but it’s always moving forward . ” “ you can admit that you’re hurting . it’s okay to not be okay . ” “ hold my hand ?? ” “ you are my home . ” “ no matter what anyone else says , you are so important to me . ” “ don’t worry . i’ll protect you . ” “ shh , it was just a nightmare . you’re safe . ” “ don’t talk about yourself like that . ” “ just say the word . you know i’d do anything for you . ” “ you are loved . ” “ i just need a hug . ” “ i’ll destroy anything that so much as thinks of harming you . ” “ don’t ever let anyone make you feel ashamed of who you are . ” “ you’re not alone . you’re stuck with me forever . sorry . ” “ well , hello sleeping beauty . you fell asleep on me . ” “ if you don’t take your butt back to bed , i will carry you there myself . ” “ i’m sorry to wake you up , but i really need someone to talk to . ” “ i hate seeing you like this … please , let me help . ” “ you are & always will be precious to me . ” “ i can’t believe that asshole said that to you . it’s not true , you know . ” “ you want me to punch him in the face ?? ” “ you deserve every good thing in the world . ” “ you know i always have your back . ” “ you don’t have to worry about anything , as long as i’m around . ” “ stop apologizing , okay ?? i’ve already told you i’ve forgiven you a hundred times now . ” “ don’t beat yourself up over this . be kind to yourself , it’s not your fault . ”
CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.
“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”
“we both recently broke up with our bf/gf on bad terms so we decided that we were gonna pretend that we’re dating to make them jealous, so we regularly get drunk together and make out at the parties they’re at too and one night we even end up fucking and we’re kinda starting to dig each other but then our exes are starting to come back to us and shit gets even more complicated.” give it to me please, thank you
i want a cute lil angel princess sugar plum fairy meets neighbourhood bad boy who spends 99% of his time being bitter n angry whilst partying and wrecking things that aren’t his to wreck n they meet at her first ever house party that was supposed to be a small gathering for her 17th/18th or wHatever n it ends up getting crashed by him and his arrogant asshole friends but he sees her drunk and crying in the bathroom because shes scared her parents will flip out over the state her house is in n he usually doesnt care but oh my god she’s so cute and she doesn’t deserve this so he kicks everyone out and offers to stay and help clean up but then he drunkenly crashes in her bed with her n maybe somethin happens or maybe not but somethin defintiely happens down the line cuz he put his bad boy rep on the line by breaking off a super cool party for the crying damsel in distress au
i’m craving a plot where a girl matches up with her best friends brother on tinder and every time she sleeps over from then on she sneaks into his room to spend the night after the best friend has fallen asleep like please and thank you
❛ you’re just going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜
Joaquín paró en seco cuando escuchó la voz ajena, el cierre de su abrigo estaba a la mitad de camino y también frenó, estuvo seguro de que hasta su respiración se pausó momentáneamente, repasó en su mente los últimos episodios y comprendió que tal vez, era insensato retirarse sin decir algo, al menos. “¿Es importante para ti?” cuestionó, alzando la vista. “ Disculpa, ¿sabes? No sé que es esto... esto entre nosotros, por lo tanto, no sé como actuar ni lo que esperas que haga o diga, no quiero incomodarte.” Inadaptado sentimental, ahí estás tú, huyendo por la mañana sin un adiós ni un café, poco hombre diría Marta, la mamá que te parió. Sus palabras lo dejaban expuesto.
❛ tell me this isn’t true, please. ❜
“No voy a mentirte.” Declaró, haciéndose el cabello a un lado mientras se acercaba a la persona que la delataba, podría inventar excusas y maquillar la realidad a su gusto, había logrado hacerlo anteriormente en su vida, ¿por qué no ahora?, pero decidió la transparencia, no quería hacer más daño. “Quisiera que fuese mentira, pero es cierto. Quería protegerte, sabía que saber todo esto te haría mucho daño.” Defendió, intentando remediar en vano. “Lo siento, de verdad... lo siento.”
❛ i’m sorry, i won’t do it again, i promise. ❜
Promesas que se desvanecían, una tras otra, como su cordura. Estaba cansada de escuchar versos al aire, la misma película con la misma trama, pero podía decidir un final distinto, estaba en sus manos. “¿Sabes? Guarda tus promesas, es en vano.” Murmuró, le dolía decirlo más con toda seguridad creía tener esperanzas para remontar el vinculo sin tener que decir adiós. “Estuve pensando que lo mejor es abrirnos... salir con otras personas, quiero decir, esto del poliamor. ¿Entiendes lo que digo?” musitó, sus palabras eran atropelladas, cargadas de nerviosismo. “No quiero perderte, pero esto no funciona así.”
❛ why are you doing this? ❜
“Siento que es lo mejor ¿sabes?” Musitó, lo mejor, pero no sabía para quien, el sin dudas no estaba disfrutando su decisión. No se atrevía a levantar la mirada, la firmeza de sus promesas era tan débil como su voz, respetarse a sí mismo a la hora de emprender cambios era algo que nunca había podido sostener. “Soy un puto reloj de arena, es cuestión de tiempo, voy a hacerte daño y no quiero, realmente. No quiero seguir lastimando a la gente que quiero.” Lo estaba haciendo, estaba diciéndole lo que sentía, si tan solo le quisiera más que a esa puta droga.