( bear ) : sender bear hugs receiver 

( back ) : sender rubs receiver’s back 

( embrace) : sender gently hugs receiver 

( hold ) : sender hugs receiver from behind 

( caress ) : sender caresses receiver’s face

( peck ) : sender kisses receiver on the cheek 

( smooch ) : sender kisses receiver on the lips 

( snuggle ) : sender pulls receiver into their lap

( warm ) : our muses cuddle together for warmth  

( bloom ) : sender gives receiver a bouquet of flowers 

( comb ) : sender runs their fingers through receiver’s hair 

( whisper ) : sender shares a secret with receiver ( specify )

( tend ) : sender looks after receiver when they’ve been hurt 

( comfort ) : sender holds receiver while they’re sad / scared 

( visit ) : our muses visit sender’s favorite place from childhood 

( snack ) : sender brings receiver their favorite food to cheer them up

( carry ) : sender carries receiver to bed when they’re too tired to walk

reverse prompts 

( bear reverse ) : receiver bear hugs sender 

( back reverse ) : receiver rubs sender’s back 

( embrace reverse ) : receiver gently hugs sender 

( hold reverse ) : receiver hugs sender from behind

( caress reverse ) : receiver caresses sender’s face 

( peck reverse ) : receiver kisses sender on the cheek

( snuggle reverse ) receiver pulls receiver into their lap 

( smooch reverse ) : receiver kisses receiver on the lips 

( whisper reverse ) : receiver shares a secret with sender 

( bloom reverse ) : receiver gives sender a bouquet of flowers

( comb reverse ) : receiver runs their fingers through sender’s hair 

( tend reverse ) : receiver looks after sender when they’ve been hurt 

( comfort reverse ) : receiver holds sender while they’re sad / scared

( visit reverse ) : our muses visit receiver’s favorite place from childhood 

( snack reverse ) : receiver brings sender their favorite food to cheer them up

The wind and snow blew around them steadily, softly landing all over New York. The snow glittered underneath the moonlight making the world look as if it had been draped in a white, sparkly blanket. As Dakota speaks to him he merely nods as he breaths warm air into gloved, cupped hands trying to get them warmer. However hearing that soft compliment from her, causing his blue eyes to widen a little as a small, sheepish smile crosses his features. He holds her gaze, staring at her gently. Perhaps a moment longer than it was necessary but who cares? He closes the little gap between them, now shoulder to shoulder to try and keep them both warm.

“… Why thank you. You also look good. Bright eyed and pretty as always.” — Heat rushes to his cheeks as he says that. He meant it, he did! He just didn’t intend for it to slip out like that. His smile grows wider as he begins walking, he keeps the pace slow and steady as ice begins to stick on the sidewalks.

“… I’ve uh… been quite well these past few weeks. Nothing much happening. A small vacation is what I’ve been calling it. How have you been? Anything new your way..?” — As they walk, the snow gets heavier around them, sticking to their clothes, hair and eyelashes. Blinking the snow away, blue eyes look over at her. The moonlight shining upon them shows their faces quite clearly despite the darkness.

“… My place is fine. I was going to call an Uber, but this will be much quicker.”

She took his hand. And then they were there. He was right, it was faster than an uber.

With their winter attire put away, she had a moment to soak it in. The place was gorgeous. The only comparison she could make to it would be a museum. Something well kept and preserved in time. Even then, this was miles nicer than any of the museums she had stepped foot in. She was pulled out of her thoughts as his lips lingered on her cheek. He disappeared right before she could tell him what wine she preferred. But she figured he was just very excited.

When he returned, she was sat on the sofa. "I like reds.'' Her hand brushed over his as she took the bottle from him, gently placing it on the coaster.

"Stephen....it's alright." She could tell he was nervous.

"Sit down, I'll deal with the fire." She waited until he sat, then got the fire going. It was the least she could do, since he had invited her here after all. Besides, maybe it would give them both a second to calm down. Once the fire was satisfactorily burning, she sat back down next to him. A minute or two passed of comfortable silence, save for the sips of the crimson liquid.

The glass was empty now. Just enough to spark some more courage. She inched forward, her frame pressing closer to his. Her gaze met his, her fingers slowly, deliberately, undoing the buttons of her shirt. With the final click, the shirt was tossed onto the ground. Her breasts nestled snugly in the black bra, perfectly showing off the curves of her chest.

She paused, not yet going any further. She did not look away from him, allowing him time to process. Consent was important, and she wanted to know if he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

The wind and snow blew around them steadily, softly landing all over New York. The snow glittered underneath the moonlight making the world look as if it had been draped in a white, sparkly blanket. As Dakota speaks to him he merely nods as he breaths warm air into gloved, cupped hands trying to get them warmer. However hearing that soft compliment from her, causing his blue eyes to widen a little as a small, sheepish smile crosses his features. He holds her gaze, staring at her gently. Perhaps a moment longer than it was necessary but who cares? He closes the little gap between them, now shoulder to shoulder to try and keep them both warm.

“… Why thank you. You also look good. Bright eyed and pretty as always.” — Heat rushes to his cheeks as he says that. He meant it, he did! He just didn’t intend for it to slip out like that. His smile grows wider as he begins walking, he keeps the pace slow and steady as ice begins to stick on the sidewalks.

“… I’ve uh… been quite well these past few weeks. Nothing much happening. A small vacation is what I’ve been calling it. How have you been? Anything new your way..?” — As they walk, the snow gets heavier around them, sticking to their clothes, hair and eyelashes. Blinking the snow away, blue eyes look over at her. The moonlight shining upon them shows their faces quite clearly despite the darkness.

"You're pretty too, Stephen." Lips tilted at one edge. A pat to his shoulder before they were on their way.

A scoff. "If you call saving the world a 'vacation', then sure. A vacation." She couldn't resist that jab.

She hadn't seen snow in so long. She had lived in tropical places as of late. A much needed vacation. But she had missed New York, maybe more than she wanted to admit.

She had missed him.

The snowfall had the walkways covered in white powder. Enough to be visible. It was beautiful out, but quite cold. It made her even more thankful for his kind gesture earlier. It was also very kind of him to invite her to coffee. That was all it was, right? Nothing more than a kind gesture between...freinds.

As they arrived at the cafe, she found them a cozy spot to sit. Far enough away for privacy from the other patrons, and close to the windows so they could watch the snow fall. The perfect spot.

Restless hands moved from the edge of the counter, to fiddling with the forks and knife, to unfolding the napkin. Legs crossed, then uncrossed underneath the table. Was this a date?

Screw it. She had never been nervous around men or women, but he was different. But he was just another man. She could do this.

It wasn't a lack of confidence, it was a moment of doubt. Hesitation. But as her gaze met his again, she realized something. This had never been a simple crush, and she couldn't let this moment pass between them. Never again. There was something here.

So she trusted her gut.

“… It is! … well only so because the world is quite peaceful right now. I’ll be off “vacation” once someone tries to takeover Earth or something else happens.”

A slow smile crept onto her lips. She was glad he was okay after the breakup. She had wondered how he was.

This was nice. Catching up after so long. It felt like a gift, one she really had needed. She was proud of him, and perhaps she could finally tell him that. In all the ways that mattered.

And then he had to bring up her love life

"Stephen...'"

The coffee on the table was long forgotten. A silent, invisible tether stretched from those dark irises, anchoring to him with a weight that made the surrounding room vanish.

It was the way she had always looked at him.

She was tired of waiting for him to get it.

Her lips found his.

Breath fanned across his lips, the words barely making a sound.

“…. Yes … it did .. I..”

Hands rested on top of his. This time the kiss was desperate, intense. Yet, still filled with so much love.

Blood thrummed in her veins, every nerve tingling. "I love you too...'' And it was the truth. Their fingers interlock, her gaze burning into his, eyes filled with, longing, desire and now..relief. This felt like destiny. No, she was certain of it. "I've always loved you, Stephen."

The rest of the date had been a blur, giddiness in her every move and action. The waitress had taken their orders and gawked at them a few times, probably out of well meaning amusement. The check had been paid for, and they were on their way again.

The snowfall had increased during the short hour in the restaurant. The light flurry now becoming much more defined blanketing.  A sharp tug at the fringe brought the scarf into place, blocking the cold.

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?

❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?

💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?

🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?

🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?

🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?

🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?

🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?

🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?

💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?

👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?

🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?

😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?

😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?

🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?

✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?

⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?

🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?

🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?

🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?

🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?

💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?

🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?

🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?

🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?

🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?

🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?

☕ What’s their comfort drink?

🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?

🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?

🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?

🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?

🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?

🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?

🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?

🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?

🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?

🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?

👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?

🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?

🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?

💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?

The wind and snow blew around them steadily, softly landing all over New York. The snow glittered underneath the moonlight making the world look as if it had been draped in a white, sparkly blanket. As Dakota speaks to him he merely nods as he breaths warm air into gloved, cupped hands trying to get them warmer. However hearing that soft compliment from her, causing his blue eyes to widen a little as a small, sheepish smile crosses his features. He holds her gaze, staring at her gently. Perhaps a moment longer than it was necessary but who cares? He closes the little gap between them, now shoulder to shoulder to try and keep them both warm.

“… Why thank you. You also look good. Bright eyed and pretty as always.” — Heat rushes to his cheeks as he says that. He meant it, he did! He just didn’t intend for it to slip out like that. His smile grows wider as he begins walking, he keeps the pace slow and steady as ice begins to stick on the sidewalks.

“… I’ve uh… been quite well these past few weeks. Nothing much happening. A small vacation is what I’ve been calling it. How have you been? Anything new your way..?” — As they walk, the snow gets heavier around them, sticking to their clothes, hair and eyelashes. Blinking the snow away, blue eyes look over at her. The moonlight shining upon them shows their faces quite clearly despite the darkness.

"You're pretty too, Stephen." Lips tilted at one edge. A pat to his shoulder before they were on their way.

A scoff. "If you call saving the world a 'vacation', then sure. A vacation." She couldn't resist that jab.

She hadn't seen snow in so long. She had lived in tropical places as of late. A much needed vacation. But she had missed New York, maybe more than she wanted to admit.

She had missed him.

The snowfall had the walkways covered in white powder. Enough to be visible. It was beautiful out, but quite cold. It made her even more thankful for his kind gesture earlier. It was also very kind of him to invite her to coffee. That was all it was, right? Nothing more than a kind gesture between...freinds.

As they arrived at the cafe, she found them a cozy spot to sit. Far enough away for privacy from the other patrons, and close to the windows so they could watch the snow fall. The perfect spot.

Restless hands moved from the edge of the counter, to fiddling with the forks and knife, to unfolding the napkin. Legs crossed, then uncrossed underneath the table. Was this a date?

Screw it. She had never been nervous around men or women, but he was different. But he was just another man. She could do this.

It wasn't a lack of confidence, it was a moment of doubt. Hesitation. But as her gaze met his again, she realized something. This had never been a simple crush, and she couldn't let this moment pass between them. Never again. There was something here.

So she trusted her gut.

“… It is! … well only so because the world is quite peaceful right now. I’ll be off “vacation” once someone tries to takeover Earth or something else happens.”

A slow smile crept onto her lips. She was glad he was okay after the breakup. She had wondered how he was.

This was nice. Catching up after so long. It felt like a gift, one she really had needed. She was proud of him, and perhaps she could finally tell him that. In all the ways that mattered.

And then he had to bring up her love life

"Stephen...'"

The coffee on the table was long forgotten. A silent, invisible tether stretched from those dark irises, anchoring to him with a weight that made the surrounding room vanish.

It was the way she had always looked at him.

She was tired of waiting for him to get it.

Her lips found his.

Breath fanned across his lips, the words barely making a sound.