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@bittermotif
bittermotif, semi - selective & low activity indie blog, focusing exclusively on original characters. sprouting under tea ( twenty1+, she/they, est )
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coming back & doing it scared but doing it regardless 🤞 hi friends i miss you all
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?”
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. ”
REVERSE WITH ME (2025) | Episode 4
oh to be getting railed backstage after the concert
oh to be railing someone backstage after my concert
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
THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 3.05 Last Dance
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 ? ”
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 ? ”
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 ? ”
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 ? ”
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. ❞
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? ❞
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. "
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. "
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
❝ 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. ❞
❝ 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. ❞
⋆。‧˚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? ❞
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. ❞
❝ 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? ❞
' you tell anyone about this and i'll kill you . ' / closed starter for @bittermotif , based .
“ 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.
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? "
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. "