To celebrate my birthday this year I want to take my mutuals on a double date! Each date will come with a mini mood board, but you also have the choice between a drabble (~300 words) or a playlist (4-7 songs). You’ll also be deciding where we go! I kindly ask for no repeat locations. There are a variety to choose from down below so hopefully you’ll find one you like!

When you’re ready send me an ask with the following:

location of the date 

📝 for a blurb or 🎶 for a playlist

which f/o you’re bringing and a little bit about yourselves

**if you have a ship of mine you’d like to go on the double date with you can specify which one, if not i’ll assign one myself :)

These will be posted on Friday, June 5th (my birthday!). If you have any questions before then please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m looking forward to our date! 💋

DATE LOCATION OPTIONS:

Your words carry a simple message yet they strike Dante directly in his heart just the same.

Standing in your little apartment kitchen, leaning against the edge of the Formica countertops you've always hated, he gazes down at you with nothing short of adoration in his eyes while sipping from a steaming mug of coffee you just poured for him.

How the conversation led to such an admission is beyond him, you two were playing your usual slow morning game of naming the things you wish you could do instead of going to work. Flying to Italy for a shot of espresso, perusing the vintage store you're such a fan of, reading, seeing a movie, spending all day in bed together with your limbs so tangled they're inseparable.

No matter what, all paths led back to this honesty that's as bare as your pretty little face in these early morning hours.

This is your version of vulnerability and he knows it, opting to place his coffee down on the counter and lean in toward you, wrapping his mug-warmed hands around your cheeks to hold them while he stares at you.

Everything that matters to him is right here, in your eyes and the smile you try to hide behind the lip of your own coffee mug. It's in the way you subtly lean toward him, always inching closer and closer.

"The kind where we pretend we're the sort of people with time and money?" He asks playfully, heart pounding and gut turning as it always does when he's faced with the reality that he can never give you what you truly deserve.

You're too kind to ever make a demand of him beyond "get home safely, if you don't mind" or "hey, pass me the remote". You don't ask for riches or accolade or success or anything but him, exactly as he is.

He is more than simply good enough for you, he's everything your wild imagination could've ever conjured up made muscle and bone and flesh.

Shaking your head and wrinkling your nose, he fights the urge to kiss you, opting to let you speak first.

"No, silly. The kind where we do this every morning," you clarify, looking up at him through your lashes, nose now wrinkled in sweet mirth rather than disagreement.

Never in his wildest fantasies or dreams or wishes could he have imagined this would be how things ended up.

Even back when he was a foul mouthed, ill behaved kid, you believed in the man that is he. One could argue he's still both of those things, just a little broader, slightly more relaxed, and far more domestic all thanks to years and years of your warmth and patience and acceptance.

You've been distant; it's not unintentional, but every time Loid tried to get close to you, you'd push him away. Whenever he'd lean for a kiss on your lips, you'd move your face away so he could only kiss your cheek.

"Huh? Have I done something to upset her?" The panicked thoughts swirled in Twilight's mind. "I didn't forget her birthday, our anniversary isn't soon." Your hand pressed against his chest, pushing him away. You're not quite yourself either; work has become a nuisance, but the tasks are always above and beyond, despite the lack of support. Though every time you give a part of yourself, it chips away at any energy that you would reserve for Loid or your little family.

"I'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight, don't worry about me." This is the second night in a row that you don't share the marital bed. The growing ache in your heart as you crave to have him near you, but not like this; not when you're not present. Your mind is foggy; no coherent thoughts, just exhaustion. You get yourself ready for bed, barely able to slip into a pair of pyjamas. You settle for an old t-shirt that you had stored somewhere and just your underwear. It's only 10:30 pm, you're not often in bed this early, but rest is crucial.

Loid Forger has been a doting husband. He's always anticipated all of your needs; if you're missing your favourite snack, it's in the cupboard, no extra trips to the store needed. The extra paperwork to submit? He took care of it. He's not sure why you've been so distant. He closes his eyes, thinking back to something he might've done. When his eyes open, he analyzes the situation at hand. You've barely spoken more than two words to him, "good morning" or "good night." Your touch on his back was just for him to step out of your way to make your morning coffee before rushing off to work. Even when you come back from work, you refuse to tell him anything regarding that part of your day. "He has better things to do with his time," is all that echoes in your head.

He stands outside the guest room. It's a little lonely not to go to bed together. "Get it together, Twilight. Can't spend more than two nights away from her? No. Distance will cause other problems to take root. We have to go straight to the source." He reaches for the doorknob, but he pulls back. "Why are you hesitating?" A deep sigh, and the door is slowly opened. You're in deep slumber, safe. Your body shifts to the left side of the bed, as if inviting him to join you. The strings in his heart tug, trying to understand why you're trying to push him away. It's never been a marriage of convenience, but the duality within him is difficult to separate. Is he Loid Forger or is he Agent Twilight? When he gets to make you laugh, he's at ease. You're often embarrassed by how boisterous your laugh can be, but he's delighted; you're smiling, and that's what's important to him. Can you return to him?

His arms reach, pulling you towards his chest. You shuffle, but don't awake. Your belly becomes exposed. His fingers can't resist caressing your soft skin. The crook of your neck is exposed, allowing for his lips to wander there. "Mmmm." He heard that; it's quiet, but you responded. He does it again, this time letting his lips move from your neck to your cheek. You shuffle again, this time your body facing him. Your slumber is interrupted, but your body moves to nuzzle against his chest. Your eyes open widely. "Oh! You're not..." The room is dark, but you could feel the hardness of his chest. "I...I'm sorry, I should've..."

"Think Twilight, think."

Before the hesitation ruins the tenderness between you, he rushes to your lips. The kiss is soft, though your soft moan betrays you. "This is your opportunity..." The weight of his body is atop of yours; your arms wrap around his neck, welcoming another kiss from him. You spread your legs, eager to feel more. You can smell the residue of his cologne on his skin, taking small bites on his flesh, demanding more. This is so right, but you should know better not to do this to him right now. You pull away from the kiss, but before you can, his hands maneuver underneath your shirt to feel the peaks of your nipples. Instantly, you're chasing his lips again to feel them against yours. The kiss is more frantic, more urgent. You can't bear the feeling of your skin not touching his, removing the layer to expose yourself more to him. He has you in his crosshairs, his tongue sucking your right nipple; fervent hunger aching to be satiated right now.

"Please...more..." You beg.

There's no time to waste. He quickly unzips his trousers, lowering them just enough to free his cock. He moves the slit of the underwear to your side as he bottoms out inside of you. The moan you release reveals that all of this was welcomed from the start. He slowly drags his cock out, thrusting it back inside, becoming comfortable inside your walls. Loid Twilight refuses to move slowly; his pace quickens with each hilt, your hands scratching up his back as he gives you more of him. "There...mhmm...you are." Your muffled cries against the crook of his neck keep him persistent. His cock is bullying its way inside your cunt with determination.

"Fuckfuckfuck...where is my husband?" You cry as he pounds wildly. Whatever has been going on is a distant memory. He pulls out to flip you over to your stomach, gripping your hips to have you on all fours. He slides back in, moaning again from how good he feels right now. You had no idea that he had this in him. Smack. "That's my girl..." He lowers himself to whisper against your skin. "Trying...to get away from me, aren't you?" His hand caresses your back as it travels to find the base of your head, pulling on your hair. "Do you hate me?"

"Ne...never." You could barely even speak.

"Are you sure about that?" His cock slows in pace as it slams in and out of you. His tongue licks along your back before pressing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. "Why didn't you sleep next to me?"

"I didn't want you around me..." He lets go of your hair to wrap his arms around you. You welcome the embrace as he pulls you closer to his chest, his cock still deep inside of you. He still hasn't stopped moving inside of your tight walls, with another cry waiting to be released. "Don't lie to me..." He tenderly kisses where his lips can reach, maneuvering himself inside of you, the squelches getting louder. "I didn't...fuck..."

"Finish...that sentence..." he stops moving, making you want to pull away from him. Just as you try to escape from his grip, his hold tightens, pumping harder into you; he doesn't want to let go of you. "It's work...that's all."

"Work? That's...it? Fuckfuckfuck"

"Yeah..." Unable to conceal any whimpers.

He pulls out again; he needs to see your face. He has you on your back, quickly burying himself back in. "If you need a reason to destress, just ask..."

"No..."

"Yes..." Your tongues intertwined with another, your hand moves to caress his ass, groping it, needing every last drop of his. "See? I still want you."

"I'll fill you up right here..."

"Ahh! Loid!" His seed releases as soon as you say that name.