strawberry sunrise.

when  this  season  ends,  will  these  feelings  leave  too?

[bittermotif]

bittermotif, semi - selective & low activity indie blog, focusing exclusively on original characters. sprouting under tea ( twenty1+, she/they, est )

・✿ find your way. carrd, wishlist, opens, prompts.

[bittermotif]

coming back & doing it scared but doing it regardless 🤞 hi friends i miss you all

[niziui]

for : @strawbaerrie

she  knew  something  would  go  wrong  tonight,  if  not  for  the  amount  of  times  her  uber  driver  had  taken  the  wrong  turn.  the  cherry  on  top  is  being  seated  next  to  them,  everyone  dressed  to  the  tens  and  love  forced  to  pretend  none  of  it  bothers  her  in  the  slightest,  taking  her  seat  and  scooting  just  an  inch  away.  in  a  normal  setting,  she'd  be  happy  to  brew  unhappily  in  silence,  but  cameras  are  everywhere,  and  a  frown  was  as  good  as  a  scandal  waiting  to  happen.  so  instead,  love  offers  a  smile—quiet,  reserved,  nothing  like  the  genuine  one.  “how  have  you  been?”

[bittermotif]

she  looked  good.  just  another  fact  of  life,  comforting  in  its  consistency  —  the  sky  would  always  be  blue,  spring  would  always come  back  around  at  the  end  of  every  harsh  winter,  he'd  wake  up  in  the  same  skin  day  after  day,  and  love  would  always  look  excruciatingly,  maddeningly  beautiful.  stare  rested  on  the  glint  of  the  overpriced  jewellery  adorning  his  own  digits,  not  daring  to  let  gaze  edge  over  to  fixate  on  her  just  yet.  he  could  taste  his  heart  as  it  lodged itself  in  his  throat  —  it  tasted  vaguely  like  loss.  could  feel  the  weight  of  a  camera  lens'  focus  on  the  two  of  them  like  the  crosshairs  of  a  sniper's  rifle,  some  poorly  paid  cameraperson  waiting  with  increasingly  damp  fingers  on  buttons,  heart  set  on  the  payout  of  their  life.  “  oh,  you  know.  same  old,  same  old.  how's  the  group?  think  i  saw  you  all  on  a  magazine  last  week.  ”  tone  so  coached,  so  late  night  interview  in  front  of  an  applauding  audience  that  it  made  him  nearly  flinch.  nearly. he's  had  that  trained  out  of  him,  too.  his  agent  would  be  so  proud.  “  you looked  like  a  star,  for  what  it's  worth.  ”

[lookmhees]

REVERSE WITH ME (2025) | Episode 4

[whimperwarriorjoong]

oh to be getting railed backstage after the concert

[lovebitesandwhisky]

oh to be railing someone backstage after my concert

[sadclowncentral]

sometimes it's not even enemies to lovers. sometimes you get handed the leash of a snarling, barking dog against your will and realize with dawning horror that you are now responsible for teaching it not to bite

[nowadayz]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 3.05 Last Dance

[be2blame]

incoming   starter   from   faith   for  @bittermotif

faith   can’t   help   that   she   runs;   after   all,   the   first   time   she   really   lived   was   when   she   ran   away.   it’s   only   natural   that   her   body   remembers   how   good   that   felt,   seeks   it   out.   but   she   doesn’t   want   to   run   forever,   not   if   it   means   hurting   people   she   cares   about.   she   hangs   her   head,   buries   her   face   in   her   hands.   “   i   just   want   to   start   this   over.   can   we   ?   ”   her   face   lifts   slightly,   so   she   can   be   heard.   “   please   ?   ”

[bittermotif]

when   sanchia   had   been   younger,   a   timid   existence   within   the   era   of   gentle   kisses   pressed   to   gravel   -   scraped   knees   &   seemingly infinite   hours   spent   combing   clover   patches,   she'd   read.   read   of   tales   where   sincerity,   friendship   could   mend   anything   broken,   anything   bruised.   fiction   had   been   misconstrued   as   fundamental   truth,   a   foundation   built   rickety   &   shortly thereafter gone   tumbling   like   an   acrobat   lacking   their   net.   she'd   learned   quickly   that   stories   were   stories   for   a   reason.   that   the   hurt   didn't   dissipate   when met with   apology   —   it   grew,   darkened,   became   something   crueler   that   stuck   in   her   throat.   faith   speaks,   and   sanchia   swears   she   feels   the   fall   once   again.   no   safety   net.   “   i   want   a   lot   of   things,   too.   i   want   to   pretend   i   believe   you.   ”   knuckles   go   a   shade   lighter   in   her   lap,   tight   -   lipped   smile   bitter.   “   how   do   i   know   you   won't   go   straight   for   the   hills   when   shit   gets   hard   ?   what's   different   this   time,   huh   ?   ”

[be2blame]

dottie’s   eyes   haven’t   left   scout’s   face,   daring   him   to   look   at   her   –   begging   –   too   uncomfortable   in   the   guilt   and   the   questions   to   let   him   get   away   with   the   façade   he’s   putting   up.   “   they   think   i’m   meeting   an   old   family   friend.   ”   she   knows   he   can   feel   the   way   she’s   been   staring   at   him,   that   not   looking   at   her   is   a   conscious   choice   he’s   making,   for   whatever   reason.   she   reaches   across   the   seats   and   snags   the   cigarette,   pulling   it   to   her   lips   for   a   long   drag.   “   soon   i’m   going   to   run   out   of   excuses   to   give   them.   what   will   we   do   then,   scout   ?   ”

[bittermotif]

dottie's   hand   stretches   out,   seeking,   and   scout   is   rendered   useless   in   the   pursuit   of   anything   that   doesn't   serve   her.   her   presence   is a   tectonic   tremble   in   the   face   of   usual   insouciance,   a   fracture   grown   so   dire   denial   is   comical.   the   cigarette   transfers   smoothly   between   hands,   scout's   eyes   fixated   on   dottie's   lips   meeting   the   lingering   ghost   of   his   own.   a   phantom   kiss   that   he   can   almost   feel   if   he   lets   the   edges   blur.   her   gaze   won't   budge;   he   needs   it   to.   “ there's   no   'we'   for   that   question   to   apply   to. ”   the lie comes too easily, a painful pang of truth nestled at its core.   “ honest, dot, i'm   surprised   you   haven't   tried   the   truth   yet.   think   it'll   send   them   running   for   the   hills ? ”

[retrcgrades]

closed starter for @bittermotif. based on this plot !

❝ hey— ❞ philippa catches their wrist gently, tugging them into the far corner of the parking lot where the noise dips and it’s just the two of them again, like it always seems to end up being. ❝ talk to me. what’s wrong ? ❞ brows knit together, tone soft and coaxing rather than confronting. she studies the other, trying to search for whatever they’re not saying out loud. ❝ and don’t tell me it’s nothing because you’ve been pouting since appetizers. ❞

[bittermotif]

for  how  gentle  philippa's  grip  on  their  wrist  is,  how  honeyed  her  tone  leans  as  it  dissolves  into  the  silence  of  the  all  but  abandoned  parking  lot  like  a  sugar  cube  melting  into  the  warmth  of  tea  tipped  fresh  from  the  pot,  she  can't  help  but  feel  like  a  cornered  animal.  she  understands  why  wolves  gnaw  their  way  out  of  steel  traps.  considers  it,  even.  briefly.  ❝  i  am  not  pouting.  and  if  i  was  —  not  saying  i  am  —  maybe  it's  just  that  i'm  not  used  to  things  imported  from  the  south  of  france,  okay?  that menu.. god, 90%  of  my  cheese  consumption  comes  out  of  a  pressurized  can.  it  tastes  better  that  way.  ❞  the  petulance  in  her  voice  makes  her  wince,  palm  scrubbing  heavy  over  her  face.  ❝  it's just.. this  guy  you're  seeing..  and  don't  take  this  the  wrong  way,  please,  but  is  this  really  who  you  want  to  spend  your  time  with?  ❞

[graveracer]

closed starter for @bittermotif. based off of the second one here.

this had to be some sort of joke. if there were any people she felt like she could trust with setting her up for a blind date, it should be her friends, so why was her ex sitting at the table they'd sent her to ? wondering if she should stand them up or not, she lingered, watching them for a while. standing someone up had never been her style, besides they hadn't broken up for any real bad reasons. so, deciding she didn't dislike them enough to leave them hanging, she walked to the two - person table, wearing a smile that was more forced than anything. " hey. " she was curious how this was going to go. " ... before you say anything, i'm as surprised as you are. "

[bittermotif]

if  looks  could  kill,  her  watch  would  be  a  mess  of  shattered  glass  and  mechanical  gears  strewn  over  the  tablecloth  with  the  number  of  glances  spared  to  it.  to  accept  a  blind  date  was  wildly  out  of  character  for  nisrine,  though  regretful  people  -  pleasing  tendencies  and  the  pleading  eyes  of  her  friends  had  worn  her  down  into  a  tepid  sufferance.  she'd  gotten  there  too  early,  wanting  to  make  a  good  impression.  still,  the  empty  chair  across  the  length  of  pristine  cloth  was  strangely  daunting.  so  daunting,  in  fact,  that  she'd  been  about  to  stand  and  turn  tail  just  as  the  voice  reached  her  ears  —  too  familiar,  nauseatingly  so.  " hi,  i–  oh, "  words  coming  to  an  abrupt  stop  as  eyes  widen,  taking  in  the  reappearance  of  a  ghost  she'd  never  expected  to  see  again.  they'd  long  since  become  a  shadowy  figure  in  the  narrative  of  her  life,  edging  along  the  sidelines  of  every  fun  fact  or  story  from  that  particular  period.  not  quite  a  villain,  but  a  heartache  she'd  done  her  best  to  avoid  just  the  same.  the  smile  she  offers  is  hesitant,  slightly  furrowed  brow  accompanying  the  scanning  of  the  other's  face.  how  much  had  they  changed  since  they'd  last  been  in  the  same  room?  how  much  did  she  fail  to  recognize?  " it's  been..  a  while.  funny  how  life  works.  we  don't..  have  to  do  this  if  you  don't  want  to,  honestly.  i  won't  mind.  but  i'm  not  opposed  to  having  a  civil  dinner,  if  you're  alright  with  that. "

[bittermotif]

writing tonight hopefully but kinda craving a secret romance plot that isnt rooted in infidelity..

- cast members on a hot new show that get much too close much too quickly during filming.. sneaking around the backs of studio execs and the paps and your actor peers because to tie yourselves together publicly at this point in your career would be to tie yourselves to each other for life. hidden kisses at award shoes and laughing at ridiculous rumours together only for it turn into jealousy over pr dates and wishing you could let yourself touch their hand without it being on the front page of the local gossip rag

- members of rival bands keeping up their very public beef on socials etc but sneaking into each other’s hotel rooms when they’re in the same city.. writing songs about each other and saying it’s about some rando you met in one of the cities you toured in.. finding a sick pleasure in badmouthing them to the world only to laugh the words into their skin when you’re in their bed later that night

- members of two girl groups (ANY type of girl group) contractually not allowed to date but they meet and exchange numbers because no one else can really relate to their specific struggles in the industry.. one thing leads to another and they’re on the phone talking each other to sleep and staring a little too hard when they get the opportunity to be in the same room.. doing fan service and getting asked questions about your ideal type and only thinking about that very specific person whose name you can never say lest you want the hammer to come down

- any sports setting. inherent homoeroticism

[fairyponds]

❝   now  that's  what  i  like  to  hear.   ❞   at  least  eiko  has  the  tenacity  to  sink  teeth  into  her  bottom  lip,   the  sole  line  of  defense  against  a  blinding  smile  crossing  her  features.   a  squeeze  of  her  hand  only  confirms  triumph.   pulls  a  squeaky  laugh  out  of  her  this  time,   ❝   some  girls  are  worth  playing  dirty  for.   ❞

[bittermotif]

❝   girls..  plural?  what,  you're  keeping  a  roster?  careful,  i  get  jealous.   ❞  the  give  of  eiko's  lip  under  the  press  of  teeth  has  sera's  fingers  tightening  where  they  lay  heavy  and  warm  on  the  other's  skin.  sick  rush  shoots  to  her  head,  giddiness  a  flood  that  seeps  into  every  inch  of  her  frame.  fleetingly  acknowledges  that  the  footsteps  following  them  have  ceased,  boyfriend  likely  having  taken  another  call  on  infinitely  buzzing  phone.  the  thought  prompts  a  brief  roll  of  her  eyes,  before  sera's  pulling  eiko  along  with  increased  zeal.  ❝   you'd  think  he'd  switch  that  off.  men.  think  he  could  learn  a  thing  or  two  from  you.  don't  know  if  he'd  be  on  par,  though.  you've  broken  the  mold, babe.   ❞

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐛𝐞  𝐦𝐲  𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞?

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  -  send  ‘reverse’  for  the  sender  and  receiver  to  swap.  adjust  wording  as  needed!

[  heart  candy  ]  sender  digs  through  the  candy  hearts  to  find  one  that  actually  says  something  good  and  hands  it  to  receiver  (feel  free  to  specify  whats  said  on  the  candy)

[  lipstick  stain  ]  sender  leaves  a  kiss  on  receiver’s  skin  and  refuses  to  wipe  it  off

[  late  delivery  ]  sender  shows  up  with  flowers  that  are  a  day  late 

[  love  note  ]  sender  folds  a  note  into  something  messy  and  pretends  they’re  not  nervous

[  shared  dessert  ]  sender  offers  the  last  bite  of  their  favorite  dessert

[  tangled  hands  ]  sender  plays  with  receiver’s  fingers  absentmindedly  while  talking

[  quiet  dinner  ]  sender  reaches  across  the  table  and  squeezes  receiver’s  hand  instead  of  speaking

[  playlist  ]  sender  presses  play  on  a  playlist  they  made  just  for  receiver  and  watches  their  reaction

[  forehead  kiss  ]  sender  presses  a  slow  kiss  to  receiver’s  forehead  and  lingers  there

[  photo  booth  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  the  frame  at  the  last  second

[  shared  coat  ]  sender  tugs  receiver  closer  so  they  fit  under  one  coat  instead  of  finding  another

[  stolen  glance  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  when  they’re  supposed  to  be  paying  attention

[  slow  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  receiver  like  there’s  no  rush  and  nowhere  else  to  be

[  pinky  promise  ]  sender  hooks  their  pinky  with  receiver’s  and  takes  it  too  seriously

[  lingering  ]  sender’s  hand  stays  at  receiver’s  waist  longer  than  necessary

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝  i  didn’t  think  valentines  day  would  matter  to  me  this  much.  ❞

❝  i  hate  this  holiday…  except  with  you.  ❞

❝  everyone  else  makes  it  look  so  easy.  ❞

❝  i  was  scared  today  would  feel  lonely.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  want  roses!  i  just  want  you.  ❞

❝  i  never  know  what  i’m  supposed  to  want  on  valentines  day.  ❞

❝  this  day  always  makes  me  overthink  everything.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  realize  how  badly  i  wanted  to  spend  today  with  you.  ❞

❝  valentines  day  kind  of  exposes  all  the  cracks,  doesn’t  it?  ❞

❝  i  was  bracing  myself  for  disappointment.  ❞

❝  this  holiday  makes  love  feel  like  a  performance.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  care  what  anyone  else  is  doing  tonight.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  expect  you  to  show  up.  thank  you  for  that.  ❞

❝  valentines  day  always  reminds  me  of  what  i’ve  lost.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  want  today  to  define  us…  but  i  kind  of  want  it  to.  ❞

❝  i  was  afraid  you’d  forget  what  today  was.  ❞

❝  it  feels  different  when  i’m  not  alone  on  valentines  day.  ❞

❝  i  wish  this  day  didn’t  come  with  expectations.  ❞

❝  i  keep  comparing  us  to  everyone  else,  and  i  hate  that.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  think  i’d  make  it  through  today  without  you.  ❞

❝  valentines  day  is  cruel  to  people  who  feel  deeply.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  need  perfect.  ❞

❝  can  we  promise  this  isn’t  the  only  day  we  try?  ❞

[fairyponds]

dedication:      open  starter  for  f/nb ♡ casting:      eiko takumi  (she/her,  lesbian);   college volleyball coach.

a  glance  over  her  shoulder  as  she  pulls  her  friend  in  the  opposite  direction  of  their  date,   letting  out  a  hoarse  laugh  as  she  turns  back.      ❝   i  think  your  boyfriend  hates  me.   ❞

[bittermotif]

❝   aw,  tough  shit.   ❞      tongue  peeks  through  teeth  bared  in  a  mean  grin,  doesn't  bother  with  the  barest  of  glances  over  shoulder.  squeezes  at  eiko's  instead  as  the  distance  dwindles.  can  feel  said  boyfriend  trailing  behind,  metaphorical  leash  yanked  tight.  ❝   told  him  you  come  first  unless  he  wants  back  in  the  dog  house.  you  don't make  it  easy.  ever  play  nice?   ❞

[ofdamnation]

' you tell anyone about this and i'll kill you . ' / closed starter for @bittermotif , based .

[bittermotif]

“ dollface,  don't  be  like  that.  i  thought  you  had  a  good  time?  sounded  like  it  to  me.  remember,  just  now? ”  voice  pitches  in  a  cartoonish  approximation  of  the  other's  tone,  breathier  than  necessary,  “ what  was  it?  ‘oh,  don't  stop,  please..’  something,  something,  ‘mazie,  you're  a  god,’  etcetera..  did  i  get  that  right?  was  it  someone  else  in  bed  with  me?  give  these  back  to  her  for  me? ”  delicate  fabric  dangles  from  hooked  index  finger,  gaze  as  sharp  as  the  smile  that  stretches  across  her  face.

[enamortes]

inspired by.

the fanged-smile, one that teetered with an unwavering flare of bravado, had no plans to vacate its nestled, comfortable position atop the vampire's mouth. allegra's entire demeanor could be reduced to a single word: smug, haloed by still-disheveled hair with tangles marking the debauchery of the previous day. " i swear on my life, that i won't tell anyone. " index finger drawing a cross upon once-beating heart, pools of black shamelessly marveling at @bittermotif's condition, " are you scared people are going to be disappointed in you? the people's princess gettin' her hands dirty in a completely new way? "

[bittermotif]

the self-approving drag of finger that traces a cross over heart that's long since ceased beating feels like a call to target practice, to put her hand right through flesh that she'd had an open mouth upon mere hours ago. it's an easy enough bet to make that allegra would enjoy the attempt, though. to allow the vampire an opportunity to further inflate her ego to the point of near rupture, to let another one of her own actions lead to further annoyance at the other's hands.. that mistake wouldn't be made again, not if she kept her head screwed on tighter than it had been when she'd allowed herself to be waltzed between soft sheets and under hands that felt warmer and more merciful than they plausibly could ever have been. " oh, fuck you, " the words hissed through teeth at the other. gaze averted as if trying to look at them is akin to staring into the sun, though unexpected heat still bolts down the length of spine at catching the glimpse of a fang peeking out from under the other's lips — the responsible party for several marks that'd needed to be painstakingly covered after their night spent intertwined. palm presses lightly against where pulse quickens at the behest of anger and something she doesn't care to put a name to, as if to will away phantom sensation at the memory. " you're such an asshole, i don't understand it. i don't understand you. " but perhaps allegra understands her better than she cares to admit, because the pit in her stomach does hold the name of self-preservation. the tremor in her hands may go by want. " did you only fuck me so you could talk me to death after? easier ways to go about it. the performance was mediocre enough, but it sure wasn't necessary if that's where your goal lies. "