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rodolfoparras · 6 months

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I've been lurking for a bit, but I love your stuff. Any random ̶t̶h̶o̶t̶s thoughts? - 👾Anon (if that emoji isn't taken)

Thinking about how Price knows exactly how to make you jealous 18+

It’s not by flirting with a recruit because Price knows you wouldn’t feel threatened by someone who can’t even make eye contact with their superior. But then there’s someone who can do more than that: Nikolai or Nik as Price likes to call him.

Nikolai and Price who seem to be glued at the hip; with the Russian happily following Price to whatever mission he’s going to, and having his name somehow being brought up in every conversation, “oh Nik had been thinking of..” or “oh we should ask Nik” and even having Nik fly out a handful of times to see the older man

And just like so many times before Nik flies over for a visit, this time unannounced and whether it’s on purpose or not you don’t care but watching them interact so closely manages to make you jealous.

Before the two men have the time to register what’s happening you’re pulling Price away from Nik’s grasp, and into his office, muttering some excuse that you need help with something.

But instead of sorting through paperwork, you’re pulling off his clothes, before pushing him up against the door.

He grunts out in pain but doesn’t move away as your hands slide down to his ass, taking out the plug he usually keeps on him before prepping him with your spit slicked fingers.

"What?" Got nothing to say now?” you say, voice breathy and strained, taking note of how he looks absolutely wrecked with only your fingers inside him. “No ‘Nik this’ ‘Nik that huh?’ Should we call him over him? Show him how much of a whore you can be for me?”

“Please please-” he slurs out, forehead pressed against the wooden door as he bucks down onto your hand.

“What do you want, pretty hm?” You say fingers curling up and hitting the spot that has him wailing.

“Fuck me please! Please god-“ he cries out, blunt nails clawing at the wooden door while clenching down onto your fingers.

“You sure you don’t want Nik to help you with this hm?” You say teeth biting down his shoulder and watching the way his back arches at your rough touch.

“Ah fuck! No no, just you just you - please please-“ he tries to say only to be cut off by someone else.

“John?” You hear a baritone voice trickling through the door “Are you okay in there?” Nik. He must’ve heard the thudding sounds and mistook them for something else. Although you feel a twig of annoyance you can’t help but also feel a twig of excitement at the turn of events.

“Answer him” you say before you line your cockhead up with his entrance.

“Yes- ah!“Price cries out as you slide past his puckered hole, swiftly biting down on his hand to prevent any more noise from slipping through the door.

“Are you sure?” Nik says, concern still prominent in his voice.

It takes a moment for Price to respond, thoughts turning into static haze as your hips set a steady pace. “Mm sure sure- we’ll be right back Nik”

“Alright…” is all he says before the Russian walks away.

When the two of you return again, Price tries to look as put together as possible while you couldn’t care less. But Nikolai still takes notes of the mark on Price’s neck, the way he sounds out of breath trying to talk to him even how Price waddles over the chair next to him.

That day Nikolai learns not to come unannounced and maybe even not to visit as frequently as he does.

Spitball w/ me?

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

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Buddha, Tesla, Jack and Qin(separately) with a reader who has a little shop or works in a bookstore and is very sweet and innocent and has a 4 year old daughter. The reader is a very peaceful and shy person (this is They think) one day the characters are going to pay a visit and find her the house all messed up and she in the kitchen with a katana in her hand (and several dead men on the floor) surprise! Reader is a former assassin HireRental(like Beatrix Kiddo from Kill Bill) I love your writing it's so...amazing

Sweet and inocent reader is actually an assassin

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Buddha, Tesla, Jack, Qin ]

[ Records of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no Valkyrie ]

YES YES YES!! I LOVE your idea anon, it's so exciting!! I ended up getting a little dramatic, I'm sorry if thats not what you wanted!

Although, I don't know anything about Kill Bill so i just go by what you said, I hope its okay. And, I'm sorry but a cannot stop thinking in Yor, I've been watching too much sxf

Buddha

He probably ended entering in your bookstore while he was searching something to end with his boredom, and for sure meeting you will be useful

You quickly picked his interest with your shy and sweet personality, and at first he start talking about the books but you two ended up talking about anything else, and he even get the oportunity to meet your daughter

The day didn't end without all of you becoming friends, and Buddha start going to the bookstore frecuently to see you two, he even invite the both to hang out outside

Everytime he goes to see you he always brings some candies for you two, even if you don't want that you daughter eat much he always secretly gives them to her

Buddha doesn't exactly offer his help in your work, and he even sometimes make a mess while playing with the little girl, but at the end the both help you clean

But he likes to spend time with you too, so when he isn't with your daughter he is following you around, unintentionally helping you while chating with you (and, of course, he never miss a chance to tease you and make you blush)

He pass a lot of time telling to both of you a lot of stories about all the places he has been, even of when he was a prince (and probably you didn't believe him at first)

He is always making sure the both of you are fine, making sure you're not overworked, if he have to force you to rest he will, and he even offer to do the work while you rest

The love he feels for both of you is obvious for whoever looks at him, but it isn't like he is hidding it

One day you asked Buddha if he could take care of your daughter while you do an important work and you promised to try to be quick with it, you didn't give much details but Buddha trust you so he acepted

However you were taking a lot of time, that make Buddha start getting worried about you, even your daughter was starting to ask for you

So he decided to search for you, saying to the little girl that they should go back home with a smile, but in their way he start having a very bad feeling, and when they where there Buddha noticed the front door slighly open

He ask the little girl to wait for him before enter in the house carefuly, everything was a mess, he was starting to get worried and angry, but his priority right now was find you

And he did, he find you in one of the rooms, your clothes covered in blood and some bodies in the floor, he was surprised and confused but still carefuly approach you and say your name with a soft voice

You were starting to relax a little since you finally finish with those bastards who tried to attack you from behind when you heard someone calling you softly

Scared you turn around and see Buddha standing in front of you, you stare at him for a moment before panic, you were scare of how he would react about this, throwing your weapon away you tried to come up with an excuse

But, even if he was surprised, he can tell that you still are that sweet person he met and fell in love, there is not any evil intentions in you

With confident steps he approach you, reassuring you that is fine, you have nothing to worry about, he even embrace you to help you calm down

He goes with your daughter again and entertains her until you finish to take care of what happened, and after everything was more calm you two talk about it

He is fully supportive of your work as an assassin, and even if you want to leave it he will support you

He admitted that he is surprise for it, from all people he never expected you to have a work like this! But he doesn't mind, and isn't scare either

He will help you whenever you need it, maybe taking care of your daughter or making excuses for when you have to go

He actually find this side of you rather atractive, and he will say it you without shame, and he even tease you for it!

Nikola Tesla

He had already seen your little bookstore from afar, but today he decided to go hoping to find something that will help him with his work

When enter he was greeted cheerfuly by a little girl that was sitting in your desk, soon you came and greet him too, asking him how could you help him

You two spend a while talking about all kind of book, searching for something that could help him, sometimes getting interrupted by the little girl

After that he start finding problems to concentrate since he can't stop thinking about you, is just that you were so cute and so kind, Tesla ended making an excuse to go to bookstore to see you again

For a while he makes some excuses to go, but soon you two become friends and he didn't have to make excuses anymore

He was constantly helping you in your work, or when you were too busy he spend time with your daughter, teaching her some things or playing with her (is so cute to see)

And every time you shyly thank him with a little blush in your cheeks he feels like his chest is gonna explode for how fast his heartbeat is

You two start spending almost all your time together, whenever he wasn't working in his studies he was with you, and you start taking care of him too since he gets easily invested in his work, you start acting just like a family. You even invite him over your house sometimes, and he invited both to his study

One day he was in his way to your house as usual, you two already made plans to meet but when he gets there he can tell that something was off, all the lights were off and the door was slighly open

He was fearing that something happen to both of you, he was planing to call the police but first he need to find you. Carefuly he enter in the house, everything was a mess and that just scare him most but he quickly calm down and start searching you

Tesla heard soft sobs and he run to where were coming, as silent as he manage, then he find your daughter hidden, gently he gets her attention trying not to scare her more, but the moment she sees Telsa she just cry harder and hide in his arms, he hold her while trying to calm her down, comforting her

Her cries alert you, you were sure that you had already take care of all the bastards, still you follow the sound carefuly, seeing someone with your daughter makes you more angry, sneaking until you were behind his back ready to kill him, until you reconize his voice

You let fall your weapon out of surprise and fear, that alert him, holding the little girl protectivebly he turn around quickly but the only think he sees is you cover in blood with a fearful expresion

He quickly stand up, asking you what happen and look for posible injuries. After noticing the bodies he gets super confused, he doesn't understand whats happening, still he put his hand in your shoulder reassuring you, and with a smile he tell you that you should take care of it, he will wait until you finish for an explanation

While you change your clothes and take care of what happen he stay with your daughter until she falls sleep

After that he is expecting an explanation, but he won't judge, Tesla hears patiently all you have to say and wait until you finish your story to say something

This is something unexpected , but you still the same person he love so much, so he decided to trust you, to believe that you're not doing it for malicious intention, promising you to stay by your side and support you

He is really interested in knowing why you became an assassin and he is really impress with your skills too

You can be the best assassin ever and he still sees you as the sweet inocent person he met in the bookstore

Maybe he won't be able to help you as an assassin, but he could help you with other things, like helping you cover it whenever you have to go out to do your work and taking care of your daughter. He gets really worried about you, but believes in you

Jack the Ripper

Jack is someone who really likes to read, loves enjoying a good book with a cup of tea, so it wasn't strange for him visit a bookstore

Meeting you truly surprised him, it had being so long since he meet someone with such beautiful and bright colors, he gets mesmerize with the sweetness in your voice when greeting him, it actually take him a moment to answer you

He ended up spending all day in your bookstore, talking about everything and anything, he even gets to meet your daughter, and he became friends quickly with the young lady

He start going to the bookstore frecuentrly just to see the both of you, and he's not really shy so he won't have problem admiting that he actually wanted to see you

Jack help you with the work, attending the persons who came searching for a book, helping you keeping the place organizate

He is always giving you compliments rather cheesy and poetic that never fails to makes you blush, and to your daughter too (telling her how cute she is or praising her improvements in school)

Jack could pass hours with the cute young lady and never get bored, playing around, reading a book to her, drawing something or even help her fall sleep, for Jack those moments are like being in heaven

He really crave for your company, for him being with both of you is like a dream come true, he couldn't be happier. People is always praising you for the beautiful family you are (even if you two aren't together yet), and that flattered him, he swears that he is the happiest man alive

One day Jack was having a very bad feeling so he decided to visit you, just to make sure both were fine. Stoping first by the bookstore, it was supposed to be closed by that hour but he finds your daughter there, when he ask her about it she tell him that you asked her to run there and hide until you came for her, the bookstore was pretty secure so he tell her to wait there and he will go to see you, not without first making sure she was alright and safe there

Running to your house Jack was trying to calm himself down, he was fearing the worst! When he finally get to your house seeing the door slighly open just make him feel more uneasy, he was ready to rip apart the idiots who even dare to think to mess with you. Carefuly he sneak inside and toured the house looking for you, just by looking at the mess he could tell that there was been a fight

There was just one room with light and a person standing giving him the back, in the floor was several dead bodies, he decided to approach the person carefuly without even making a sound

There were you, finally relaxing a little since you already take care of everyone, you didn't feel Jack's presence until he was behind you, out of fear and anger you turn around quickly putting your weapon just inches away from his throat

It take a moment for both of you to complently understand the situation, your expression change to one shocked and covered in fear, the last person that you wanted they know about this part of you was standing in front of you

Seeing your expresion makes Jack panic, he feared to see that expresion on you, he never wanted to see you in such color. The tears starting to form in your eyes was what makes him get into his senses and reasure you that is okay, everything was fine now!

After pick your daughter and putting her to sleep Jack help you take care of everything, from fixing the house to taking care of the bastards, he could tell that you still feel really bad from him seeing you like this, so he take a moment to reasure you that you have nothing to fear, this not change anything for him, he still loves you

He is willing to reveal that his is an assassin too (without much details), he still fears of how you will react, but if that helps you feel better he will

He isn't expecting an explication or anything, but he will heard you if you want to talk about it. What he will makes sure to do is tell you that you don't have to worry, he can tell that you're still the person he fell in love with, so he isn't going to leave you, and neither will tell someone about this

He is fully supportive of your work, and will teach one thing or two. Whenever you have work to do he gets worried about you, not becouse he doesn't trust you but becouse he fear losing you, and when you come back he always greet you with a big hug (is comforting for him feeling you in his arms)

And he is ready to help you with everything you need, doesn't matter if is in the bookstore, taking care of your daughter or with your assassin work

Qin Shin Huang

He wasn't exactly interested in the bookstore, sure it was a pretty one, but what actually drag his attention to it it was the little girl that was playing outside, running around while you were cleaning, it remembered him when he was a child, when his teacher was with him

He decided to approach the both of you when the little girl greeted him, that picked your attention and when you realized who she was talking to you get all shy and blushy, that just make him more interested

In reality he was more interested in both of you more than the books, and for a while you two always ended up meeting by casuality, but soon he start looking for you, he even go to the bookstore store, saying that he wanted to see you

Qin is really energetic and carismatic so it didn't take long for him and your daughter become friends (even best friends), even if she was the shy type

And he even start craving your company, you quickly made your way to his heart, he just seems like he can't live without your sweetness and kindness anymore

In no time you get stucked with Qin, he is just really happy with both of you, he is always looking for passing time with the both of you, he even makes you take some free days so the three of you could hang out together, he have a lot of plans! (even before you two become a couple)

Wherever you go you always recive compliments of how you are a really beautiful family, and that makes Qin feel super proud

It was one day that Qin was hanging alone with your daughter since neither of them manage to convince you to go with them, you say that you had a lot of work but next it will be, when the night was starting to fall he decided that it was time to return to home

Getting close to the bookstore he notice how the door was slighly open even if there was no trace of you, getting worried Qin ask the little girl to wait for him, saying that he just need to check something, he promised that it would just take a moment

When he enter in the bookstore everything was a mess, there even was some blood, he start fearing the worst. He start walking around searching for you, he didn't bother for try to be careful or sneaky

You easily hear how someone else was enter in the store, you already took care of the people who tried to attack you, but there was the posibility of them having accomplices. Hidding next to the door and ready to attack was when Qin enter in the room, you reacted so quickly than you didn't even realice that it was actually him

Qin reacted quickly too, blocking your attack and both of you just stare at each other for a moment, he was trying to undestand what was happening, he didn't want to think that you, from all people, could try to attack him from behind

But those concerns were quickly erased as you take some steps back, letting your weapon fall and start apologizing, in your eyes even start forming some tears, your expresion change to one with such saddnes and shame that he even get worried, you didn't want him to see this part of you!

Then Qin take your face between his hands gently, making you look at him in the eyes and reasure you that he wasn't mad, and that everything is fine now

He make one of the servants take care of your daughter while he helped you, and after everything was in their place again you two talk about what happen

He carefuly heards your story, but at the end he reasures you that everything was fine, he still loves you and he wasn't planning to leave you anytime soon

He told you that if you become an assassin becouse you need it then you shouldn't be worried about that anymore, he can provide you with everything you need and want, but will support you if you want to continue with your work

He doesn't really bring the topic again just because he doesn't see a point to do it, everything continue like nothing really had happen, but the truth is that Qin is really interested in your work (he thinks that makes you just even more beautiful)

He even offer you to teach you some things about fighting

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sunlightandsuffering · 1 year

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Eren rolls a couple notes up and slips them right between her boobs while she’s flirting with another guy at the bar! Said guy is in shock, even more so when she shrugs and gets up and follows Eren to the back!! Tbh, she was only flirting with this guy because she looked hot tonight and Eren wasn’t there, was probably supposed to be out of town for some gang related stuff and when he got back he checked her location and decided to turn up. His dick got hard the moment he saw her tits spilling out of that tight dress that was riding dangerously high up her thighs. Probably didn’t even see the loser buying her drinks, just wanted to show “not his girl” (definitely his girl) his appreciation 😏 this incident does not help his case that he’s paying for sex 😭

I got this idea from your tattoo artist fic where he pays Miki by putting the cash she’s refusing to take in between her cleavage!!

K anon i loved this so much I had to write a drabble for it, sorry anon that's why it took me a bit lol!! but omg aww, i forget about tattoo artist Miki and Eren sometimes, this is a great reminder lol!

It's not like Eren to show affection.

Wait scratch that, it's not like her or Eren to show affection. They just don't. They're not dating, they're not friends, they're not anything really, enemies at worst, fuck buddies at best, and she wouldn't even extend the courtesy that far. But at the same time, she finds herself missing him when he's not around, finds her gaze circling the bar, waiting for him to show up, to take her to the back room and fuck her brains out like she wants. She hasn't seen him in a while, can she really be blamed? She'd covertly asked Armin and the blonde had given her this smug all-knowing look that she wanted to smack off his face, but ultimately had told her he was out on gang business, something about betting, bookkeeping, she wasn't too sure.

So here she is, pouting as she talks to some Eren wannabe, some hotshot waving his vape around like he isn't vaping fucking cotton candy. It's almost instantly offputting, but he's about the only acceptable one in the bar right now, so she powers through, at least it doesn't smell like smoke as she's so accustomed to from most of her family members.

It could be worse, but then again, it could be better, he could smell like mint and aftershave and the heady scent of Eren's cologne.

The guy gives her a slick smile, his finger trailing along her forearm in some pathetic attempt at flirtation as he attempts to flag the bartender down to grab her a drink.

"What do you want sugar?" Ugh, a nickname too? There's only one person she'll tolerate nicknames from, and it's only because he's particularly good at evading her punches and has a nice dick, no one else.

Mikasa grits her teeth, smile tight, "A corona is fine." "Oh a beer girl, you sure you don't want something a little fruitier?" Absolutely not on her life, it's much harder for guys to drug beer bottles in her experience, and although she's not sure if that's what he's about just yet, he clearly doesn't know exactly who he's dealing with.

She maintains her smile, icy as can be as she gives him a delicate nod, playing the part of demure party girl who has no idea what's going on here, that this bar is used for drug deals and money handoffs.

"I'm okay, I like my beer." He shrugs, making another aggressive motion for the bartender, but he's once again ignored in favour of higher paying customers with more clout. Mikasa fights to hold back her chuckle, Eren would never be refused and if he was the bartender's head would be on the counter, knife to his throat.

The boytoy has teeth if nothing else.

It's really too bad he's not here.

But God must be smiling down on her or something, because before her date for the night can say another word, make another smarmy grab for her waist, cop a feel at her ass, she feels the very alarming touch of another man on her breasts, warm paper cylinders slipping down her top. She almost whips out the knives, who dares to touch her so callously, so boldly and as she looks down, who the fuck thought she was worth 200 in her titties just for existing. Irate silver eyes turn and just as quickly as she's enraged, she melts again

"Eren," she breathes excitedly, because he looks exceptionally handsome tonight, his hair windswept and clearly still high on adrenaline, shirt sticking to every crevice of his chest and arms.

He shrugs, not even bothering to greet her date, not deeming him worth the energy, talks only to her in a low brusque tone, "You look hot tonight Mika, get yourself something good from the bartender." And then Eren snaps, slamming his right hand rather aggressively down onto the bartop, one quick rumble and the bartender appears almost immediately.

Her date is shocked still, mouth hung open in awe while Mikasa eyes up her first choice for the night, considering all the different ways she wants to bed him. "Get her a shot, Patron, none of that cheap shit," he mulls the rest of his decision over for a moment, giving her a quick once over, before shaking his head conspiratorily, "And a corona I guess."

Mikasa beams at him, and he gives her hip a quick pat before pulling out another wad of cash, he must have done well tonight. He slaps it on the counter, before leaning over the bar to very casually grab an entire bottle of vodka, probably for his table if she had to guess, but she knows the cash will more than cover it. He looks up at her date finally, as if remembering he was there, Eren's pretty face pulls up into a disgusted scowl as he notes his hand on her forearm, "And you, newbie, you want anything?" The boy swallows nervously, shaking his head and Eren shrugs before giving her ass a quick smack and waltzing back to his table with his entire bottle of vodka, like he didn't just blow her mind, didn't just pop 200 between her tits bc she looked pretty tonight. And she supposes that's what really attracts her to Eren in the end, his ability to take complete control of a situation, dominate her attention, no one else has ever captured her interest in quite the same way. And as the bartender hands her the corona and her shot, she thinks she wants that tonight and not some green newbie. She takes her shot quickly, chomping down on the lime and wiping her lips with her sleeve, before grabbing the bottle neck of her corona, "I'll see you later newbie, I've got business to take care of." And then she trounces off to see her man, cuddle up in his lap and sip on his vodka until he agrees to leave with her.

She thinks he deserves a little something for saving her from the douche bag and well, like Eren said, she looks hot tonight, her little black dress barely covering her important bits, someone should appreciate it.

#enemies to enemies #lys's drabbles #eremika

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bunysliper · 5 years

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Ok I know you are super swamped with stuff but that prompt you just did from boom can you make that an actual story. Please please please

I’m sorry it’s been forever, Anon, but I hope you like this!

Based on this post.

Long Day

A post-Boom AU

With sore feet and aching shoulders, she followed Castlethrough the lobby of his building, careful not to crowd his back, but relyingon his proximity to keep her from getting lost in her exhaustion. God, she wastired.

She'd been awake since four, at a crime scene first and thenin and out of the precinct running down leads once the sky began to lighten.There was nothing she was looking forward to more than getting home. Even if itwasn't really her home.

Yes, Castle's place was homey and welcoming enough, but shewas still a guest. She still felt like a visitor no matter how many timesCastle had told her to make herself comfortable in the last week.

"Are you okay?"

Beckett blinked, looking up to find her shadow watching her,his face soft, thoughtful.

"What?"

He shook his head. "You look tired, that's all. I justwanted to make sure you were okay."

Oh, he was sweet, sweeter than his usual cocky smile anddevil-may-care attitude indicated. Though to be fair, he seemed to have lost alot of that bravado since her apartment went up in flames around her.

"You sure know how to flatter a girl, Castle," shedrawled, allowing her lips to lift as he sputtered and stammered a protest.

"No-I-that's not what I meant."

She hummed, nudging his elbow with hers. "I know, thankyou. I'm giving you a hard time." She managed a grin. "I'm justtired, like you said. Long day."

He nodded, gesturing for her to walk ahead of him onto theelevator.

"Not all of us got to sleep in," she added,lowering her chin in teasing. "Someof us had to go to work early."

"Hey, I didn't sleep too late. I just didn't wake up hours before sunrise."

She snorted, shaking her head. "You love playing copuntil it comes to working our hours."

"And doing your paperwork, too," he added,grinning. "I'll happily avoid that."

Beckett rolled her eyes, but his levity had done the trick.Weariness wasn't quite as heavy on her shoulders anymore.

"Jokes aside, is there anything I can do?" heasked, following her out of the elevator once it reached their floor.

She bit her lip, touched by the sincerity in his voice. Hereally did want to make this easier for her.

"Anything you need?" he continued. "Besidesdinner, of course. I'm going to start that as soon as we get inside. Unless youjust want to go to bed, but you should really have something at least, even ifit's just toast."

Beckett shook her head. "No, food sounds great,"she said, reaching into her pocket for the key he'd pressed into her palm thenight she first came home with him.

Castle's head bobbed in agreement. "I can hold off ifyou want a few minutes to yourself to relax, too."

She had wanted that for most of the afternoon, but as shestudied his face, another idea was starting to take shape. Another means ofunwinding. One he probably wouldn't object to, she was sure.

"Hold off on starting dinner for a little bit,"she murmured as they stepped into the loft. "I want to jump in theshower."

"Sure." He took her coat for her, hanging it upbeside his in the closet by the front door. It didn't escape her how good theirthings looked lined up beside one another. "I'll change before I figureout what we're having, so you can take your time."

She exhaled, gathering the courage to say what she wasthinking.

"Actually, I have another idea." Her fingersclosed around his and she gave his hand a firm tug, starting toward his bedroomwith him in tow.

"Beckett?"

She turned at the uncertainty in his voice, pulling himclose to her body and touching her lips to his without pausing to rethink theaction.

"Come with me," she said against his mouth."We can both unwind."

She brushed her lips over his again, offering a smile tobanish the uncertainty and awe from his face. He was still staring at her,still stunned, but she didn't think he was turning her down.

"Although personally, I think we should work each otherup first," she added, rubbing her hands over his sides. "What do youthink?"

"Beck-Kate." He cleared his throat, his handsfalling to her hips. "This isn't–I know you're still dealing witheverything, but–"

She shook her head, reading the question in his eyes even ashe stumbled trying to say it, nudging his nose with hers.

"I just want to make sure you're not going to shoot me,"he blurted, grinning at her bark of laughter. "This is purely self-preservationtalking, Beckett."

She returned his smile, thumbing his sides. "No gun. Noshooting you. I'm sure, Castle," she said, meeting his eyes, letting himsee the promise in her gaze. It might not be the best idea, but she wasn'tmaking the decision because her apartment had exploded, or because she'd nearlydied. She just needed him, wanted him. "I'm sure."

He needed no other encouragement, no other assurance. Hisfingers twitched on her hips before he yanked her in closer, covering her mouthwith his, stealing her breath with the press of his lips.

"In that case," he breathed against her mouth."I'll wash your back. And the rest of you, too."

She stepped deeper into his bedroom, moving toward what sheassumed was his bathroom (she hoped he would stop her if she was steering themtoward his closet, but his eyes were a little too wild with want for her to becertain of that).

They just barely managed to avoid climbing into the showerin their clothes.

He moved with a bounce in his step that hadn't been therebefore he'd pinned her hands over her head against his shower wall and made hershudder and moan his name. She couldn't blame him though, she was feeling relaxedand lazy for the first time in entirely too long, clad in his hoodie and a pairof pajama pants that slipped down her hips as she walked.

"Okay, dinner is served," Castle announced with aflourish that made her smile, moving around the peninsula and placing theirplates on the countertop in front of her. "Sorry it's almost midnight."

Beckett hooked two fingers in the waistband of his loungepants and tugged him closer.

"Mmm, I'm not. We worked up more of an appetite thisway. And I'll sleep well when I finally do get to bed."

He grinned, pushing her hair away from her face, the gesturetender and sweet. He continued to surprise her. There was no trace of the cockyasshole she had expected to see after the first time they slept together,instead he'd been attentive and soft, touchy but respectful. Exactly as he'dbeen before they fell into bed, maybe even better.

Kate lifted her chin, leaning into the affection, invitingthe soft press of his lips.

"Hmm, well in that case, enjoy," Castle saidbetween kisses. "And we'll see about dessert after that."

She grinned, patting his ass. "Oh, I already know Iwant that, too."

I would be remiss if I didn’t say Happy 10th Anniversary to Castle. This wonderful show has brought me so much joy, taught me so much about myself, and continues to make me smile each day. Thank you all for reading, for encouraging, and for sharing this special story with me.

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anxietysroomsupport · 2 years

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Hey, I think I sent an ask about a year ago, under the tag ‘♣️’ about how I had been pretty depressed and numb for a while and then I was starting to shift into just pure anger over even the dumbest things, and I remember sending that and knowing what my anger was really about, and what situation caused that depression to hit suddenly, and I remember being surprised about how your response was spot on. You hit it right on the nose, but at the time I still just wasn’t ready to face it. So even after I read your response I just kinda continued ignoring it... :/ Not smart, I know, but now I’ve found out that I might have PTSD, and while I’m sure it wasn’t just that one situation that caused it (because there’s actually plenty it could be) I do believe that that situation might’ve been my breaking point. Even now trying to explain this I can’t really bring myself to fully say or even think about what happened because I know if I do I’m gonna either cry or have a panic attack and it’ll feel like it’s happening all over again... but I also know that if I don’t figure out a way to get it off my chest then it’s just gonna fester and I’ll never be able to get past it... but I don’t know how to. How am I supposed to open up about something when even just thinking about it almost triggers a panic attack? I don’t want this to be the thing that consumes my life because the person involved does NOT deserve to have that kind of power over me. Sometimes I wish I just didn’t remember anything that happened, then I wouldn’t have to deal with this. My heart hurts, and my hands are shaking just trying to type this. I really hoped that I would be able to just leave that whole situation in the past... why does it still hurt? I don’t want it to hurt anymore.

Found you!

Hi ♣️ Anon,

I am sending you so much love right now. You are going through it, in more ways than one. I'm so sorry you're still hurting. It isn't fair to you.

I can't tell you exactly what to do (although I still always highly recommend therapy, those people are great), but I can tell you about what I've done, and that the most important thing is that it's okay if it takes a long time. You are the one working through it - if you want it to go faster, you work on it more (with counselors and self-reflection) and if you want to let it go slow and just percolate in the background of your mind, you can do that too.

Trauma can take a long time and several phases to deal with and feel right again. And the phases will kind of blend together so you don't even realize you're moving through it until you look back and realize you're different now.

Phase 1 - In it. The thing is happening, or just happened, and it's survival mode time. The number one goal is just trying to keep everything moving, keep the schedule, keep obligations and promises, keep it together. It's a kind of denial that can be useful and it's hard to realize when you need to let it go.

Phase 2 - Admitting this isn't working. Just trying to go about your business isn't working, and maybe there's no clear reason why, but something is definitely wrong. Everything sucks. It's like trying to keep running when you're leg is broken.

Phase 3 - Looking for solutions. Maybe start researching mental health, or get super into wellness. Work on the symptoms that are present right now and get to the causes later.

Phase 4 - Follow blogs, read articles, learn about other people's problems and how they relate, how other people cope with different things and why. The shape of what hurts is becoming more clear. Be mad about it, and push it back down so it doesn't ruin your day.

Phase 5 - Surround yourself with good people. This is your support team, your network. Keep moving, but differently now. More aware. Forbid them from ever mentioning the thing that hurt you (but be forgiving if they slip up).

Phase 6 - Realize you didn't think about the hurt all day yesterday. Be mad you're thinking about it now, and grateful at the same time that you were free yesterday, because that means you can do it again. Linger a little longer on it, and feel the sadness like a weighted blanket. Then take it off again because you have things to do.

Phase 7 - Keep moving, keep rocking it.

Phase 8 - Realize you've overextended yourself and have been overextended for years. Make time for the therapy I should have gotten years earlier (but maybe wasn't ready for anyway). Course correct and basically reorganize your whole life. :) You're different now, again.

Phase 9 - Someone mentions "the thing", and then catches themselves, and you laugh and tell them it's okay now. It's not completely true, but it's better.

Phase 10 - Keep improving your life, without "them", without "the thing". Get more days where it doesn't even cross your mind.

Phase 11 - You're talking to someone about "it" and it's like it's just information now, it's just "a" thing that happened, instead of "the thing". They ask you questions that you don't really know how to answer, but they don't push it. Later, be really surprised that all the old emotions came back and you're actually upset again in spite of yourself. Go easy on yourself for a few days. You're different again.

Phase 12 - Name the thing, just to yourself. Call it what it was. Feel furious, again. Be mad that this altered the course of your life, because it didn't let you choose. Then look around and recognize that things are good despite the thing. The thing tried to ruin you, but you're still here and you're still loved.

Phase 13 - Realize the ways that "the thing" is still affecting your relationships and work on breaking those habits. There's still more work to do.

This has been my path so far, and it isn't linear, or clean, and it definitely hasn't been great every day. It's been years and I still get mad sometimes, and still hurt and sometimes I have to deal with fallout, but the vast majority of my time?- is really good, and it will be good for you too. This thing won't end you. Even when you aren't "dealing with it", you're moving forward and that's just as important. You don't have to suffer and process it every day. Sometimes it's enough to just have a day where not too much went wrong and you made it through. Every day is another day in between you and the hurt and each day is so important.

I definitely have wished I just didn't remember things, Many Many times! The memories probably won't ever go away, but they get softer around the edges.

That person absolutely does not deserve your time and energy, but don't let that stop you from working on yourself, for yourself. It's not about them anymore. You deserve to spend the care and the time and the energy to deal with it, in the ways you need to.

-bun

#♣️#♣️ anon #ptsd #stress #depression #panic #recovery

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Hey! This isn't really a prompt,,, but anyways. My thought was that the other Sanders Sides (one of them or all three) would find the other one (which ever you want) doing something that is really super out of character for them (the character might be embarrassed that they like/do this thing?) and the others either [angst option] react really badly, making the one doing the thing even more sad/embarrassed, or [fluff option] they react by helping the one doing the action feel like it isn't (1)

A big deal, and that they shouldn’t be ashamed of it. (Maybe the others admit to doing activities that are out of character for them?) I hope this makes any sense at all lol. 💗 ~Rose Anon

So I decided to do both options because I couldn’t decide. Also in case you can’t tell by the end of this, yes, I’m an Irish dancer. I love to dance whenever I’m feeling anxious or stressed, it just calms me straight down. Anyway, I hope you like the way I answered this.

Thomas had decided to do another Q and A video with the sides. Anxiety had been enjoying himself. He actually liked the Q and A’s and it helped that no one was asking about kissing this time. Then Thomas had asked a question directed towards all of them, asking if the sides had any hobbies the viewers didn’t already know about.

Logic had talked about how in addition to his poetry and love of mystery novels, he also enjoyed star gazing. Morality had enthusiastically talked about his love of all things DIY. And Prince had admitted he loved designing and making clothes. Then they had turned to Anxiety.

“So what about you, Sneering Beauty?” Prince asked. “Any hobbies besides brooding in the shadows.”

“Why should I do anything else,” Anxiety shot back, ready to just move on to the next question.

“Awww, come on Anxiety.” Morality interjected. “There has to be something. Everyone needs a hobby.”

Anxiety hesitated. Should he tell them?

“This is a waste of time,” Prince said dismissively. “He clearly doesn’t, Morality.”

Anxiety’s eyes narrowed. That was it.

“Actually,” he snapped. “I dance. Irish dance, to be specific.”

There was a pause. Then Prince burst out laughing.

“You? Dance?” he wheezed. “Oh, that’s a image. Nice one, Anxiety. I didn’t know you had an imagination.”

Anxiety’s stomach clenched. Fuck. He should have just kept his stupid mouth shut. There was a reason he’d never told the others. But he’d let Prince bait him, and now look what had happened.

“I’m sorry, but what is Irish Dance exactly?” Morality said in, trying to speak over the sound of Prince’s laughter.

“It’s a form of traditional dance from Ireland,” Logic explained. As Morality still looked confused, he continued, “Think Riverdance, for example.”

“Oh,” Morality blinked. “Well that’s … different.”

Anxiety was done. He wasn’t going to stay here and hear another incredulous reaction. He didn’t need this. Better to get out now and hope that they’d all have forgotten about this the next time he saw them.

He popped back into his room. He could feel himself shaking a little, so he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm himself down. But it wasn’t working. He was too upset. Angry at himself for saying anything. Angry at Prince for laughing. Humiliated that the others now knew.

Fuck it, he was going to dance. This was one of the reasons he had fallen in love with the sport. Whenever he danced he could pour out all of his feelings, let it all go. That’s why he loved hard shoes best. As he slammed his feet into the floor, being as loud as he could, it felt like he was on top of the world, and none of his fears could touch him. He loved soft shoe as well, but there was something special about hard shoe.

He slipped his on now, tying the laces, and pulling the buckles tight. He’d managed to fix up a small dance studio off from his room a while back. It had taken a little bit of time to adjust the mindscape before he had it just right, but he’d gotten it eventually. He’d also managed to make it soundproofed, not that he’d really needed to. His room was far enough away from the others that they wouldn’t hear him anyway.

His hard shoes on, he went to turn on the music. Most of the time, he practiced to the traditional music, going over his routines. But sometimes, especially when he was upset, he’d throw on his angrier, more modern music and just dance. No choreography, just whatever came to mind.

Today he went for a mix of the two, turning on The Devil’s Dance Floor by the Dropkick Murphys. It was an Celtic punk band, which meant it had an Irish sound, but it was angry enough to fit his mood.

As the opening notes sound,d he prepared himself point his right toe and counting off the beats. As the singing began, Anxiety danced.

A bang and treble, step back and step click down. Treble, treble and treble hop back. Bang and bang again, he had to pound out the anger. Forget what had happened

He danced harder and faster, his heart racing as the song went on. Before the song had reached its halfway point, he was already panting. But he kept going, his eyes now closed focused only on his feet and the beat of the song.

When it had finally finished, the last of the music fading out, he collapsed, sinking to his knees, gasping for air. But before he could drag himself over to the corner where he kept water bottles, there was already one there being stretched out in front of him.

Blinking in confusion, he followed the arm holding it up to see Morality, who was smiling down gently at him.

“That was really good, kiddo,” he said. “I can’t say I know anything about dance, but it was really fun to watch.”

Unsure of what was happening, Anxiety didn’t reach for the water. “How-how long were you watching?” he croaked.

“Take the water,” Morality coaxed him, pushing the bottle into Anxiety’s hand. “You looked like you were working hard.”

Once Anxiety had taken a few sips, Morality continued. “I think I came in about halfway through. Sorry for coming in without permission. I did knock first, but you didn’t respond, and well, I was worried so I came in anyway. Although I can guess why you didn’t hear me.”

Anxiety’s brow furrowed. “You were… worried about me? Why?”

Morality lowered himself down to sit beside Anxiety. “Well you did run out of there pretty quickly. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“You mean after I humiliated myself,” Anxiety muttered bitterly, unable to help himself. “Yeah, I’m just fine.”

“Hey,” Morality’s arm settled on his shoulder. “You didn’t humiliate yourself at all.”

“Tell that the Prince” Anxiety replied, taking another sip of water.

Morality frowned. “Don’t worry I plan to have a talk with Prince later,” he said. “That wasn’t very nice of him earlier.”

Anxiety looked down at the water bottle. “You know, Prince may have laughed” he said carefully, “but you, um, you seemed pretty surprised too.”

He then felt arms wrap around him, as Morality pulled him close. “Oh, no, kiddo, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I was surprised, but it was a good surprised. I’d never heard of Irish dance before, so I was just surprised that it was your hobby. But I think it’s great I really do. And now that I’ve seen it, I can say it fits you.”

“Really?” Anxiety asked skeptically, “you don’t think it’s weird? Ot that I don’t seem like the kind of person who would dance at all?”

“It is unusual,” Morality said honestly, “but that’s why it fits you. An unique sport for a unique person. And the sound fits you too, loud and emotional.”

Anxiety smiled slightly. “It’s not always loud,” he said. “These are hard shoes. But in soft shoe, it’s quiet, more focused on grace.”

“I’d love to see that some day,” Morality said. “You’re a great dancer, and for the record, I don’t there’s people who do or don’t seem like dancers. All I know is that I loved watching you dance, and you seem like you really love to dance and that’s all that matters.”

Anxiety ducked his head down. “Thanks,” he said. “And maybe I can dance again for you sometime.”

“I’d love that, kiddo, I really would”

“I’m not dancing for Prince though”

“Yeah, that’s fair.“

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Would you write a KuroDai fic with this dialogue as prompt? "Hey remember when I said it was 'just a crush' and that I would 'literally never fall so low'?" "Yeah?" "I was wrong. I'm entirely screwed. Help me, please." It's probably basic pining KuroDai but when isn't that good, hmm? (人˘ ³˘)♥ (don't feel forced though! ♥ I just really love your writing~) I hope you'll have a nice day ~

It’s been months since I received this ask… Anon, I hope you’re still out there somewhere…

the second our eyes met (baby i was yours)

kurodai (and akaboku). 2426words. dance au. ao3 link

When Sawamura Daichi walks through the door, Kuroo doesn’t stand a chance, even if he doesn’t know it, not yet.

His eyes linger then shift away as Sawamura glances his way, returning back to Sawamura as soon as he crosses the room.

“Who’s that?” Kuroo asks Bokuto out of the corner of his mouth, nudging him with an elbow to get his attention.

“What?” Bokuto follows the line of Kuroo’s gaze to Sawamura, who is now talking to Suga with a comfortable familiarity which must mean that he knows him, and his mouth forms a small ‘o’ of recognition. “That’s Sawamura. He joined us last week when you were down with that cold.”

“Huh,” Kuroo says and doesn’t comment further.

His eyes don’t leave Sawamura either, his gaze flitting down the length of his body, taking in all of him from his hair (black, plain) to the build of his body (strong, fit, holds his weight nicely, slanted away from Kuroo as he turns to draw Asahi into their conversation) to his feet (clad in a pair of worn Nikes, nice design if not a bit too simple for Kuroo’s tastes). It takes all of one second for Kuroo to process all of this and look away. But as he turns his eyes away from Sawamura, Sawamura shifts and their gazes align momentarily, fleetingly. Sawamura sizes Kuroo up the same way, taking exactly one second before he tosses a smile Kuroo’s way and turns back to Suga and Asahi.

It startles Kuroo, who hadn’t even had the time to break out into his friendliest smile—the one that made strangers want to punch him a bit just because, Bokuto had once said. He had probably just been caught staring like the gormless fool he rarely was.

“Huh,” Kuroo says again, raising a hand to his chest and pressing it against his startled heart.

—

Sawamura can dance, keeping up just as easily as anyone else in class as the instructor runs through the routine at a breakneck speed, confident in their ability to catch on. It is an advanced class after all and they are regulars, all familiar faces Kuroo has seen pop in some time or the other. Sawamura is the only new face he has seen in a while and the way he moves makes Kuroo think that he has danced before, been dancing all his life perhaps.

He is friendly too, chatting with any other student that drifts into his vicinity with a natural ease that makes Kuroo slightly envious. People tend to be wary around Kuroo before they get to know him—and even after, sometimes—and he knows it’s because of the way he looks and comes off, but at the age of twenty-five he finds that he doesn’t really care. Life is too short and too interesting to be constantly giving a damn about what other people think of him.

Bokuto didn’t mind, jumping straight into Kuroo’s life as easily as he did into just about anyone else’s lives. It’s Bokuto who drags Kuroo over to Sawamura now, waving an arm to catch his attention as they near him. They are packing up and Sawamura settles his bag on his shoulder, greeting Bokuto with a smile before turning his attention towards Kuroo.

“Hey hey, Sawamura, you haven’t met Kuroo yet, have you?” Bokuto says by way of greeting.

“No, I don’t think I have,” Sawamura says and his voice is nice, low and mellow. “I’m Sawamura Daichi.”

He offers a hand to Kuroo who takes it automatically and gets a firm handshake in return. “Kuroo Tetsurou,” Kuroo says, finally getting a chance to use the smile he hadn’t been able to use earlier.

“He was sick last week so he wasn’t here,” Bokuto tells Sawamura, “but he’s here like all the time usually.”

“Bokuto said you were new here,” Kuroo says.

“I just started last week,” Sawamura says.

“And how are you finding it here?” Kuroo asks, keeping his friendly smile on, trying not to let it slip into his usual smirk.

“I like it.” Sawamura shrugs. “Suga and Asahi have been coming here for ages and they’ve been telling me to get back into dancing and I guess I finally managed to find the time to do so.”

“So you haven’t been doing this often?” Kuroo asks, raising an eyebrow inwardly.

“Not recently, no,” Sawamura says sheepishly. “So if you catch me lagging behind or messing up, show some mercy.”

“You’re doing fine. I didn’t notice a thing,” Kuroo assures him. “And if I do, I’ll make sure to keep it for blackmail. Mercy is for the rich.”

Sawamura laughs and it is a warm sound, rich with genuine mirth. “I’m going to have to do my best from here on then.”

“Daichi!” Suga’s voice comes through the door. “We’re ready to go!”

“See you next week.” Sawamura offers him a quick smile before he heads for the door.

“See you,” Kuroo echoes, his hand coming up in a little wave that Sawamura doesn’t see with his back turned to him.

—

The next week, Kuroo watches Sawamura during class—to keep his promise on the blackmail thing, he tells himself as he finds his gaze drifting towards Sawamura again. Despite everything Sawamura said, he is good, although Kuroo can see where he falters around the edges, his eyes sweeping around to see how his classmates move before he tries it out himself half a beat behind the rest. But he is a fast learner and he moves his body with a tight control once he gets it going, which speaks of years of training.

He is mesmerising and it doesn’t hurt that he is easy on the eyes, his face set in a fierce determination that brings out the strength of his features. When Kuroo’s eyes wander, he finds that he appreciates the curves that stand out against his clothes, pulled tight against his body, outlining the slight arch of his hips and leading down into sturdy thighs.

By the time they’re done for the day, Kuroo learns three things:

The third quarter of the routine for this particular song

Sawamura Daichi is a very attractive man

And Kuroo is very, very interested

“You’ve been staring so much, Kuroo. Just how much are you planning to extort from Sawamura?” a voice chimes by his ear.

“Huh, what?” Kuroo turns to Bokuto, distracted.

Bokuto shakes his head. “I always knew you would turn to a life of crime but blackmail is just beneath you.”

“Oh, that.”

“What else would it be?” Bokuto questions Kuroo and when he doesn’t get a reply from him, he turns to Akaashi next to him.

Akaashi glances at Kuroo then at Sawamura across the room, connected by the line of Kuroo’s stare. “He likes him.”

“He likes who?” Bokuto asks, mimicking Akaashi’s actions and trying to see as he sees. “Ohh. But he’s only seen him like twice?”

“It’s infatuation,” Akaashi informs Bokuto. “Kuroo likes what he sees and what he sees is Sawamura.”

“Like a crush?” Bokuto scrunches up his nose.

“Okay, don’t think I’m not listening to the both of you gossip about me just because I’m distracted,” Kuroo finally turns to the conversation at hand.

“Welcome back,” Akaashi says dryly. “Do you have anything to say in your defence?”

“Not really,” Kuroo admits with a shrug. “Sawamura’s really nice to look at and I have a pair of eyes. It’s a pretty logical course of action.”

“The next logical course of action would be to ask him out,” Akaashi says helpfully.

Kuroo scoffs, waving a hand at the both of them. “It’s just a crush, or an infatuation as you so kindly put it. I would literally never fall so low.”

“Okay, okay, wow, I’m offended for Akaashi and me and just about every couple out there.” Bokuto frowns at Kuroo, reaching out for Akaashi’s hand.

Kuroo raises his hands in mock surrender. “No offence, Bo, but it’s just that I don’t see how this, any of this is going to develop into anything more. I’ve only seen him twice.” Kuroo raises an eyebrow meaningfully as he parrots Bokuto’s earlier words.

“You’re going to see him so much more. He’s paid for a month’s worth of sessions,” Akaashi tells him.

“And love sneaks up on you when you least expect it,” Bokuto says seriously, gesturing at Kuroo with Akaashi’s hand. “When you fall hard and fast for Sawamura, I’m going to make you eat your words, Mr Super Single.”

—

Kuroo’s downfall, as Bokuto predicted, comes swiftly and it all starts with couple dances.

He doesn’t know how it happened but what they had learnt individually and were supposed to perform in groups had somehow ended up as an outbreak of spontaneous couple dances across the room after Bokuto dragged Akaashi out after practice was over and hit the music. The thing about Bokuto is that while he isn’t the best at following instructions to a T, he is fantastic at improvisation. Kuroo sees this firsthand as Bokuto switches up parts of the choreography to fit himself into Akaashi’s space, his hands bracketing Akaashi’s hips and accentuating his movements.

It looks good, they look good together, stepping in and out of beat with the music as Bokuto experiments with the choreography and Akaashi follows his lead, sliding a careful hand across his forearm. Bokuto beams at him and Akaashi smiles back widely, not the careful, measured smiles he gives to everyone else. They look happy together and it is infectious.

The next moment, Kuroo sees Hanamaki grab Matsukawa with a competitive look in their eyes, and Oikawa pull Iwaizumi out of his conversation with Sawamura, determined to get out there. Suga snags Asahi and then Kuroo realises that it is only Sawamura and him left in a room full of dancing pairs.

Kuroo’s head and feet feel unusually light as he drifts over to Sawamura’s side, grinning widely as he holds out a hand to him. Sawamura doesn’t take it immediately, his lips quirked up in a half-smile as he says, “So how much blackmail have you collected on me already?”

“Enough to live comfortably off it for the rest of my natural life,” Kuroo tells him.

Sawamura crosses his arms. “Then I’m not giving you any more material to use against me.”

“I’ll disregard it this one time,” Kuroo says magnanimously, keeping his hand raised and palm upturned towards Sawamura.

Sawamura glances down at his offered hand, hesitating before he admits, “I’m really rusty.”

“That’s not the point.” Kuroo reaches out to settle a hand over Sawamura’s forearm, pulling it away from his chest. “The point, as so well demonstrated by that demon couple over there, is to have fun. Let loose. Classes are over for the day, and don’t tell the other students this, but they don’t lock up the studio until late so we can do whatever we want until they chase us out.”

Sawamura still looks hesitant but he doesn’t shake off Kuroo’s hand as Kuroo pulls him to an empty spot near the mirrored walls, safely away from the spontaneous dance-off Tanaka and Nishinoya have started in the middle of the room. The song they had been dancing to still plays in the air and Kuroo eases into it, raising his eyebrows pointedly at Sawamura when he doesn’t move with him.

“Think of it as extra practice,” Kuroo encourages him. “The last class for this routine is next week and they usually film the performances then. You’re gonna want to shake off that rust before then, aren’t you?”

That seems to convince Sawamura and his shoulders drop, his face going thoughtful for a second before he slips into step with Kuroo. He is determined as usual, moving just as was demonstrated by the instructor, and Kuroo grins at him in the mirror. Sawamura goes right and Kuroo goes left, going right when Sawamura goes left, dancing like an exact mirror copy of him. He takes a step back so he doesn’t collide with Sawamura, his chest brushing against Sawamura’s back as they move to the same spot.

It isn’t anything like Bokuto and Akaashi’s perfect synergy but Kuroo thinks it’s close enough for the pair of them who have barely seen each other more than three or four times. It’s potential, a whispering of “what if” as Kuroo gazes past Sawamura’s shoulder at himself in the mirror and at Sawamura in the mirror, matching grins in their reflected faces.

They look good like this together, Kuroo realises as the song comes to an end and Sawamura steps away from him, his face flushed and pleased. Kuroo’s heart stutters, not from exertion, but surprise as he realises, oh, maybe, just maybe he could ask Sawamura out for real and maybe Sawamura would say yes and they would get somewhere from there, not now, not immediately, but eventually. All Kuroo has to do is take Akaashi’s advice and follow the next logical course of action.

The door to the room slams open—a clear sign for them to scatter—and Kuroo darts for his bag and his things strewn out around it as Sawamura does the same on the other side of the room. The rest of the students file out of the door in bits and pieces, the lights shutting off and the speakers being disconnected and shoved into someone’s bag.

“See you next week,” Sawamura mouths at Kuroo before he ducks out of the door with Suga and Asahi.

“See you,” Kuroo mouths back, raising his hand in a little wave again, even though Sawamura has already disappeared out the door.

The last ones to leave are Bokuto, Akaashi, and him, the both of them hand in hand and Kuroo deep in thought.

“Tired?” Bokuto asks Kuroo as they meander through a maze of corridors before finally emerging into the street.

Kuroo makes an ambiguous noise, still trying to hold on to that faint, floating feeling that had emerged when he had been dancing with Sawamura and then that deeper sense of realisation, that oh moment when he had broken away from Sawamura, looked into his eyes, and thought that he didn’t want it to end.

He wants to do that with Sawamura again.

He’s going to do it.

“Hey,” Kuroo says carefully, catching Bokuto’s attention. “Remember when I said it was ‘just a crush’ and that I would ‘literally never fall so low’?”

“Yeah?”

Kuroo takes a deep breath. “I was wrong. I’m entirely screwed. Help me, please.”

#kurodai #haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurou #sawamura daichi #my writing #replies #anon

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