#soft starters

(  +  reverse  )  to  reverse  roles

for  when  they’re  feeling  violent  

[  BELT  ]  for  your  muse  to  use  their  belt  as  a  weapon

[  BETRAY  ]  for  your  muse  to  reveal  to  my  muse  they’re  not  who  they  think  they  are

[  BLEED  ]  for  your  muse  to  make  mine  bleed

[  BOOT  ]  for  your  muse  to  press  their  boot  against  my  muse’s  mouth  

[  BRUISE  ]  for  your  muse  to  purposely  hold  my  muse  hard  enough  to  bruise

[  CHOKE  ]  for  your  muse  to  hold  mine  by  the  throat,  either  with  the  hand  or  forearm

[  DENIAL  ]  for  your  muse  to  angrily  deny  something  my  muse  is  calling  them  out  on  

[  FIRE  ]  for  your  muse  to  threaten  my  muse  with  fire

[  GRAPPLE  ]  for  your  muse  to  wrestle  mine  down  to  the  floor  or  against  the  wall

[  HAIR  ]  for  your  muse  to  pull  my  muse’s  hair  

[  KICK  ]  for  your  muse  to  kick  my  muse  (  can  specify  where  )

[  KNEE  ]  for  your  muse  to  knee  mine  in  the  stomach  or  groin  

[  KNIFE  ]  for  your  muse  to  hold  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat

[  LAUGH  ]  for  your  muse  to  laugh  at  my  muse  for  being  pathetic  

[  LIAR  ]  for  your  muse  to  call  mine  a  liar

[  MOUTH  ]  for  your  muse  to  put  their  hand  over  my  muse’s  mouth  

[  PANIC  ]  for  your  muse  to  find  my  muse  panicking  after  they’ve  done  impulsive  or  dangerous

[  REGRET  ]  for  your  muse  to  immediately  regret  hurting  my  muse

[  SLAP  ]  for  your  muse  to  slap  my  muse  in  the  face

[  SLEEP  ]  for  your  muse  to  approach  my  muse  while  they’re  sleeping  

[  SPIT  ]  for  your  muse  to  spit  at  my  muse

[  STAB  ]  for  your  muse  to  stab  my  muse  (  specify  where  )

[  STEP  ]  for  your  muse  to  step  on  my  muse  while  they’re  down  

[  SHOOT  ]  for  your  muse  to  shoot  at  my  muse  (  specify  where  )

[  STRONGARM  ]  for  your  muse  to  use  force  to  make  my  muse  do  something  

[  TANTRUM  ]  for  your  muse  to  throw  a  temper  tantrum  that  my  muse  gets  caught  /  hurt  in

[  TEAR  ]  for  your  muse  to  tear  clothing  off  of  my  muse

[  TEETH  ]  for  your  muse  to  bite  my  muse  (  specify  where  )

[  THREAT  ]  for  your  muse  to  threaten  my  muse  /  specify  threat    

for  when  they’re  feeling  soft  

[  BOOP  ]  for  your  muse  to  bump  their  nose  against  my  muse’s  nose  

[  BREAK  ]  for  your  muse  to  know  that  my  muse  is  about  to  break  up  with  them  

[  CALM  ]  for  your  muse  to  calm  my  muse  down  from  a  moment  of  anger

[  COUCH  ]  for  our  muses  to  cuddle  on  the  couch  

[  DANCE  ]  for  your  muse  to  take  my  muse’s  hand  and  start  dancing  with  them  

[  EYES  ]  for  your  muse  to  send  bedroom  eyes  at  my  muse  

[  FEED  ]  for  your  muse  to  feed  my  muse  something  (  can  specify  what  )

[  HAND  ]  for  your  muse  to  slip  their  hand  into  my  muse’s  hand

[  HICKEY  ]  for  you  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  hickey  (  specify  where  )

[  HUG  ]  for  your  muse  to  hug  my  muse

[  INTERRUPT  ]  for  your  muse  to  interrupt  my  muse  talking  by  kissing  them  

[  KISS  ]  for  your  muse  to  kiss  my  muse  

[  LICK  ]  for  you  muse  to  lick  my  muse  

[  PATTER  ]  for  our  muses  to  have  a  conversation  in  the  car  while  the  rain  patters  down  around  them  

[  PLAY  ]  for  your  muse  to  play  a  musical  instrument  for  my  muse

[  PICNIC  ]  for  our  muses  to  go  on  a  picnic

[  RAIN  ]  for  our  muses  to  dance  in  the  rain  /  kiss  in  the  rain

[  RIVER  ]  for  our  muses  to  jump  in  the  river  together  /  or  for  one  to  push  the  other  in  

[  SING  ]  for  your  muse  to  sing  to  my  muse  /  song  or  lullaby  

[  SNEAK  ]  for  your  muse  to  sneak  a  touch  under  my  muse’s  clothing  

[  SPOON  ]  for  your  muse  to  big  spoon  my  muse  

[  STARE  ]  for  your  muse  to  be  caught  staring  affectionately  at  mine

[  STROKE  ]  for  your  muse  to  play  with  my  muse’s  hair

[  SWEATER  ]  for  your  muse  to  be  found  in  my  muse’s  sweater  or  hoodie

[  TOUCH  ]  for  your  muse  to  softly  touch  my  muse  (  specify  where  )

[  WARM  ]  for  your  muse  to  put  their  jacket  around  my  muse’s  shoulders

“Hey, come here. It’s alright.”

“Shh. It’s okay.”

“You got me, and I’m not so bad, right?”

“I know what you need. Hold on.”

“I’m arresting you for being criminally cute.”

“Sleeping in? Hell yeah.”

“That was my blanket! Come on...”

“Don’t you dare. No, no puppy face of yours is gonna work...”

“I just found out I have $40 more than I thought. We’re getting take out!”

“Have some of this. You’ll feel better.”

“Ey, I got you. You know I do.”

“I’m glad you’re here. Truly.”

“Thank you for being gentle.”

“You did not just throw that pillow at me!”

“Door’s locked, lights are off... snacks are here, what’s next?”

“Your hands are cold, let me help.”

“You really didn’t need to, you know.”

“You needed a hug.”

“I will not be broken... I will not be... fine, you win stop with the face.”

“No, you’re cute. End of story.”

“I’m not cute. End of story.”

“Listen, we don’t have to fight, we can both be adorable.”

“...but I like it when you’re a soft dork.”

“Come on, get over here.”

Saihara was half asleep and face down in a pile of pillows on his bed when he heard Ouma whisper something in his ear.

“Saihara-chaaaan.”

He pretended not to hear and stayed as still  as possible while keeping his breathing even, but the feeling of Ouma’s breath so close to his neck was giving him goosebumps. He had the urge to scrunch his shoulders, but he was able to suppress it. For now.

“I know you’re awake. Come ooooon.”

Small, twig-like hands gently brushed the side of his neck and sent shocks through every nerve. He shivered and let out a little whimper. Praying Ouma wouldn’t notice. Knowing he would regardless. 

One finger traced a line down his shoulders, across his back, and onto his side, tickling every inch of skin along the way. Saihara squirmed and giggled softly while burying his face into the pillow.

“Why do you always duck away when you smile?” Ouma asked, curiously. “Are you embarrassed or something?”

“I dnnt luhmfuh,” he mumbled incoherently. He sat there motionless for a second or two, until Ouma suddenly lunged at his sides. He wiggled his fingers into his ribs until Saihara practically screamed with laughter. It was an intense, electric sensation that rid him of any sleepiness he might have had.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NONONONOOOO! Stahahahap!”

The supreme leader listened, resting his hands comfortably on his hips. He wasn’t moving, but Saihara still tensed up underneath him.

“What was that? Do say again.”

The detective, still recovering from the unexpected attack, took his time answering.

“I… don’t… I don’t like how I look…”

Saihara buried his face again, but soon felt something poking at his cheek. He lifted his eyes and got a faceful of Ouma, who looked like he was scrutinizing every little part of him.

“Hmmm, I get it. You are kinda ugly.”

He frowned, unsure if Ouma was messing with him or not and lacking the energy to figure it out for certain.

“Why would you…”

“Just kidding! Shumai is the most handsome and dashing man I’ve ever seen. I love his smile, his stupidly long eyelashes, and his pretty eyes! And I’ve had a big, fat crush on him ever since the day we met!”

“Wait… really?”

Saihara swore that he saw his expression change, if only for a second. His eyes widened. His breath stilled. And a hint of red began to creep into his round cheeks. The moment was fleeting, his usual poker face returned in the blink of an eye. But it was long enough for him to capture the moment and save the memory to his heart.

“Mmm… who knows…”

The supreme leader turned his back and pulled a few layers of blankets over himself with lightning speed before Saihara even registered what he’d said. He laid there for a second to try and process what just happened, and once it dawned on him he couldn’t help but smile.

He rolled onto his side and threw one hand over Ouma’s waist before whispering his own confession.

If you really wanna see me, check the papers and the TV!

She’s everything I want. She’s everything I’m not.

Here’s a secret no one will ever know…

You’re my hero, I confess.

It happens all the time, it’s no big deal.

Go ahead, you can laugh all you want.

I’m crazy, but I get the job done.

Being awake never felt like this before.

Guess that I was innocent too.

This week I feel like I’ve been born again!

I’d like to tell you everything.

Y’know, your timing is impeccable.

It’s getting late where you are.

I can’t wait till the future gets here!

The strangest things have happened lately…

In a year, will you still feel the same way?

It made my day to be best friends with you!

Maybe next time we should just have a dance off.

It’s okay if you don’t know everything.

We put on a pretty good act.

I’ve been flying high all night!

I’ve been living just to see you smile.

It’s so weird to be back here…

Send me soft asks

You were a bundle of nerves as you stood at the top of the stairs. In the back of your mind, you heard them announce your name. This was the moment. You were to make your debut into high society. You knew a few of the faces from their dealings with your father, searching for them in the crowd as you descended in your ballgown. It suddenly felt heavy with the weight of expectations and societal pressure. Find a husband of good standing, you heard your mother’s voice say in the back of your mind. Good standing. The thought always made you laugh. You didn’t want to be married off like a chess piece in your family’s game of power. You wanted to marry for love. As you reached the foot of the stairs, you hoped someone would save you from the staring. You felt like you were on display for the world to see which made you worry that you would do something incredibly silly and embarrass your family.

Someone cleared their throat next to you, pulling you out of your daze. You turned to see Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of your father’s younger associates standing next to you. 

“Mr. Kenobi,” you murmured.

“Hello, darling,” he smiled. “May I have this dance?”

You nodded, quickly curtsying and offering him your hand after he bowed. He led you out into the middle of the floor as the music started. He swept you around the room.

“People are staring at us,” you murmured as he lifted you into a spin.

“No, dear, people are staring at you,” he smiled.

An unbecoming blush threatened to consume your face as he twirled you quickly. The song was a jaunty tune, a little faster than what you had practiced for your debut with, but you held your own, letting him lead. When the song ended, you were panting slightly. You broke apart, curtsying in way of dismissal. 

“I think I need some air,” you managed to say, suddenly feeling like the corset of your dress was laced a little too tight. You made your way out of the ballroom and to the balcony overlooking the gardens below. What you hadn’t expected was for him to join you.

“Are you alright?” he asked as he came to a halt next to you.

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens,” you replied.

He chuckled softly. “Is that so?”

Your blush darkened. “Well, yes. You’re the only one of father’s associates who even speaks to me like I’m not a child. You’re incredibly sweet. You always ask me how I am when no one else seems to know I exist... and you are incredibly handsome, Mr. Kenobi. How you’ve managed to remain a bachelor after so many seasons is a mystery to me.”

He turned to you, looking around before taking a step closer. “I want a wife who’s my equal.”

“You haven’t found her yet?” you asked, a little hopeful.

“Oh, I have,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Oh,” you replied, not even able to hide the fact that you were disappointed and deflating.

“I was waiting for her to make her debut,” he murmured, tilting your chin up towards him. Your eyes met his brilliant blue ones as they widened in realization.

“Me?” You asked quietly.

“You,” he said pointedly.

“Oh, Mr. Kenobi, are you saying what I think you are?” you asked softly.

“Darling, I am asking to court you this season, if you’ll let me,” he smiled.

“I’ll allow it,” you replied, boldly reaching up to cup his cheek. 

He swiftly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you out of view of the ballroom.

“Mr. Kenobi?” you asked in confusion. “Please, just Obi or Obi-Wan when we’re alone.” He bit his lip, looking down at you. “I wanted to kiss you, but I figured it would be best if I kissed my beloved away from prying eyes.”

His arms held you against him. Gently you ran your hands up his chest to settle on his shoulders. 

“I’ll allow it,” you murmured.

The kiss was gentle, but promising. His lips were warm against yours. You had kissed others before, but this kiss? This kiss was like nothing you’ve had. All too soon, it was over.

“Shall we go let your parents know?” Obi-Wan asked.

You nodded. “I suppose that would be the best course of action.”

He offered you his arm. “Shall we, love?”

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