callmeakaashi

[callmeakaashi]

timeskip tsukishima 🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑 nothing else to say tbh

[callmeakaashi]

– a prayer for you ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

synopsis: geto suguru just wants to be the perfect dad and husband. being those things to the people he loves sometimes tears him up like nothing he's ever experienced. genre: dad!geto. that's it. that's all. wc: 679 warnings: positive emotional angst. yearning for youth. parent anxiety. taglist: @chososbbygrl notes: i've been writing so much sad shit lately, so let's giggle and kick our feet just a little tonight y'all

4am never feels that early until it really just is. night ending as the light attempts to creep into your windows, illuminating each other's faces.

the left side of the comforter shifted as your husband stirred from the bed.

he's gotten phenomenal at not waking you, regardless of how he moved. it's been happening for months now.

your daughter slept well throughout the night, so it wasn't really even necessary anymore.

in fact, she'd just turned five weeks ago.

quick padded steps down the hallway crept, as you rolled over to his side – slipping deeper into your slumber.

truth is, he'd had been struggling to sleep - for months now.

grabbing a lighter off the counter, he moved to the living room. his legs crossed as he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

the warmth from the lighter brightened his face as he burned incense and turned the speaker on. fingers moving fast across the screen as he swiped through playlists until finding the perfect one.

the wedding one.

"hmm." he sighed, a smile tugging at his lips.

he shut his eyes and took a breath.

"i'm a capable dad and a loving husband," he sighed.

"watch over her today, tomorrow, and every day that i may not be able to."

and now those same padded footsteps made their way to the kitchen to make your daughter's lunch for preschool.

the baby phase was easy. it's elementary school that scares him.

thoughts crept in.

being bullied, not understanding subjects, teachers overlooking her, making friends and not wanting to be "his little girl" anymore.

her not being treated like the special little sweetheart she is.

they all scared the shit out of him.

he'd never tell you though. cause if you admitted you were having the same thoughts – it would make this out of anyone's control.

and that was something he could never admit.

but the one thing he could control is how he'd want the world to be prepared for your daughter.

softly. delicately.

with perfect precision, care, and love.

so yes, the sticky notes were in the kitchen.

but in the drawer below there was the sparkly blue marker he used to write notes for her. the note was always on top of the tupperware.

and yes, there were charms on the bathroom floor.

she'd been obsessed with making bracelets so one day while you and her were out, he learned how to make them.

sitting through youtube videos for hours on facetime with shoko, his fingers worked and he laughed as he cut more string, trying over and over again until perfection.

he now had three. one with each of your names.

he texted gojo asking for dad advice – even when he said he had none.

he placed her lunch box in the fridge and made his way back down the hallway, this time making a right turn instead of a left.

her room.

clicking the handle down and pushing the door forward, there she was.

still sleeping, sprawled out and quiet.

his eyes softened and a chuckle caught in his throat.

for a moment everything was silent. the world stood still. this mini version of the person he loved the most. she laid in front of him - in all of her little glittery glory.

the love of his life. outside of you, obviously.

silent steps made their way to her purple canopy bed where stuffed animals from claw machines that he'd won for her were littered throughout.

she hugged her build-a-bear, the one she'd gotten for her birthday.

he beamed now, softly pulling the covers further over her before kissing her forehead.

"be kind and never dim your light. that's all i want for you," he whispered, before turning to head back to your room.

but his heart ached as she grabbed the hem of his shirt instinctively, holding one of her two favorite people in her little fists.

and he couldn't help but stay.

if that meant you slept alone for half a night - he could take that.

because she'd never be this little forever.

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[callmeakaashi]

I fuck with the Toji fics but I’ll forever be thrown off when I see him refer to the reader as “ma” or “mama”

it don’t even soundddd right 😭😭 baby this is a Japanese man 😫

[callmeakaashi]

– out of respect ˙✧˖° ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

synopsis: it's clear some things never really end. including your engagement with kento nanami. prequel: – for you, always. ✿˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚˚ genre: messy situationship. exes to lovers. angst (with a happy ending!). emotional whiplash. new year, same man. make-up sex. wc: 1.0k warnings: smut. angst. reference to alcohol use. dom/sub undertones. arguing. cussing. implied PREVIOUS!toxic relationship. taglist: @chososbbygrl notes: hope u enjoy <3

you always swore it was the last time.

you'd spot each other at events and one of you would say something. one thing would turn into ten. and before you knew it, his arm was hooked under your thigh, pulling you open and stretching you wide, just the way he intended to.

his lips pressed to your ear, whispering filth you'd pretend not to remember when you woke in his bed the next morning.

this was certainly one of those times.

"nami!" you cried.

its been two hours since the new year started.

and you weren't at gojo's anymore.

you were pressed against the windows of his penthouse apartment, the cold glass against your chest.

"i hate you." you giggled as his thrusts getting slower, needier, sloppier.

"i know, sweetheart," he huffed. his fist was gripping your hair, your skin damp and pressed against his. "love you too."

"you always say that," you spat.

his grip tightened, an outline of your engagement rings were sure to be left on your thigh.

"mmm don't start."

you saw him smile and shake his head in the reflection of the window. the city glittered under you, twinkling for miles.

"you just like how i feel."

"and you don't?"

you felt your walls clench. you didn't need to answer – your body did that for him.

and even if you didn't answer now, the way you answered your phone when you thought it could be him, the way if he called you at 10:58, you'd be in the uber at 10:59 would.

all of these were an answer enough.

and now your head was tilted straight at the windowpane.

"look at yourself baby." he muttered, eyes flickering between your tear-stained reflection and the way your thighs trembled underneath his touch.

you twitched.

"look yourself in the eye when you say you hate me."

he pressed deeper, the warmth in your stomach pooling at the bottom, soaking his thighs.

"you owe yourself that much at least."

what's worse is that you really tried. tried to lie. shake your head no. but the truth is your lips trembled and quivered. and as he hit that sweet little spot he'd studied for years, it all spilled out.

"i could never hate you, ken!"

"ruin me."

"i never stopped loving you."

"neither did i," he started, voice strained from what seemed like a breath caught in his throat turned moan.

"you should've been my wife."

"i still wear the rings and all," his voice dropped and so did your stomach.

"and i see you do too."

your hand instinctively balled in a fist, as you tried to hide your hands. but the comment wasn't off-handed; he saw them.

"fuck off, ken!" you whined, still struggling to reach your high.

you'd been in this position before. the night he proposed.

same rings, same rampant emotions, just different dress.

the room was brighter with the sun setting later in the day – and he was swearing he could never hate you. how you were his everything and he needed you like air.

honestly, the fight that broke the camel's back was avoidable. he'd been working late. the two of you would make plans and you'd get stood up because of some work thing.

and the fight was in this same living room.

"i personally, don't get how you could forget our anniversary!" you flailed your hands.

leaned against a bar stool; he was half-sitting, half-standing. like he preparing himself to leave at any moment, conversation be damned.

"first of all," he started, adjusting his glasses.

"i didn't forget. i miscalculated. i thought i'd have time between my last meeting to finish this week's spreadsheet and still make it to dinner on time."

"oh and was that the same excuse last week or the week prior, cause i can't tell?"

he scoffed, shaking his head.

"what? would you rather me lie?" his tone dropped, and you'd never heard him sound like this. you opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off.

"no, i'll do you one better – since it seems like you'd prefer me lie." he pushed himself off the stool, standing feet away now. shaking his hands, sharp. irritated, even.

an eyebrow raised as you folded your arms across his chest.

"at this point, you lying would show that you cared. even just a little."

"fine. then here's one more truth before i tell you a lie." he pulled on his finger, taking both rings off in one go.

"statistically, at least 10% of married couples regret their decision," he sighed.

"and for a minute I actually thought I'd be a part of that 90%. but now I'm stuck with the joy that i'm not."

you chewed the skin on your bottom lip as the metal from the rings hit the tiled countertop. in less than three paces, he was in the bedroom – door shut promptly behind him.

you were left standing in the living room.

here you were months later, him holding you up in a way that screams for you to forget the entire interaction.

but when his lips brush the top of your spine and right under your jaw – screaming an apology he'd never say, you can't help but melt.

your back was flush against his chest as you came down from your climax, legs shaking, not even comprehending that just the thought of arguing with him again could make you this messy.

he toyed with his fingers, coated in your juices and drenching the rings.

"i've been lying to myself thinking i can live without you," he sighed – grabbing his sweats and a pair of yours he kept in the cabinet near the door, just in case.

"i can tell." you laughed, half-heartedly.

your body had damn near betrayed you. this is the closest you'd ever get to a coping mechanism.

"would it be wrong if we started over? just–" his hand met the back of his hair, "it's a new year, let's try this again."

a smile formed on your lips.

"traitor." you thought to yourself.

but what actually came out your mouth was worse.

"deal." you said, as he grabbed two mugs to make tea.

after all, he did keep your favorite.

you know, out of respect.

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[callmeakaashi]

– for you, always. ✿˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚˚

synopsis: you and your ex-fiance!nanami are too stubborn to admit that just maybe you're actually each other's person. genre: second choices. exes to lovers. angst (with a happy ending... barely). emotional repression. unsaid feelings. wc: 785 warnings: mild cussing. alcohol mention. emotional whiplash!. implied breakup/broken engagement. taglist: @chososbbygrl notes: i got really drunk with my best friend and wrote this. so for that i am sorry, but kinda not really. also if i'm feeling up to it, i might make this something bigger/long form. also hunger games ref!

maybe in another life, he would say the word.

you and nanami had a weird friendship to say the least. he'd disappear for ages before texting you again. and then you'd be back. talking daily, sending jokes, until it just stops again.

rinse and repeat.

it was new years eve.

there was some small thing a mutual friend was hosting. this time the two of you were in that infinity phase, dark and dormant until the sun chose to shine again.

as he walked in. your chest clenched, grabbing onto something that wasn't quite there – and you weren't sure it ever would be.

his hair was tousled effortlessly, keys in one hand, and a bottle of white wine for the host.

maybe you were the problem?

maybe the reason why you drifted apart were because you were always too available, always too safe.

or maybe he liked that about you.

your mind drifted as he laughed in familiar circles, eyes often finding each others' across the room.

you knew he disappeared in the guise of protecting you - not wanting you to get caught up in anything he had going on.

five

four

three

two

one

across the room, your best friend kissed her fiance but out the corner of your eye, nanami checked his phone before meeting your gaze again.

"happy new year." you mouthed at your ex-fiance.

he smiled back.

"happy new year." he smiled back, before shoving his phone in his pocket again.

his ring glistened in the kitchen lighting as he made his way over to you. the both of you never would have the courage to take them off - the hope that things would work out was just too strong.

but the only thing stronger than hope was fear.

and deep down, you knew that you feared that he'd find someone new. someone he didn't feel the need to protect. and that someone would unearth the deepest and darkest parts of him. the part that he didn't feel the need to be strong for.

but he didn't know how you could pretend you were someone he'd never met. that your relationship was surface level when it really wasn't. how you could be across a full-sized room away from him and it still felt like continents away.

fuck it

you moved towards him through the crowded room. lights blinding you half the time - but you just wanted to be closer to him.

wanting to tell him that you didn't want a break from him, you wanted all of him. regardless of whether he could protect you from it.

a smile cracked throughout him as you both stepped out on the balcony.

cold air blew onto your face, but the warmth of your cheeks made up for it.

"you still wear your ring?" you shot.

"why wouldn't i?"

"because."

he raised an eyebrow. "stop beating around it." he silently spat. "it's not just about me wearing the ring."

both of you paused as fireworks went off in the near distance.

"what else could it be about?" you huffed.

"the way you don't communicate." he said, not even looking away from the red and blue spray within the sky.

your head whipped around before you could stop yourself.

"i just know you aren't talking to me, ken."

his head turned slowly now - hesitating as he fought to get a good look at you.

something in you faltered. felt smaller, weaker.

you hadn't called him ken since you begged him to stay. in that one bedroom apartment that smelled too much like his cologne and barely enough like you.

his lips tightened as he adjusted his glasses.

"ken..." he scoffed. "haven't heard that in god knows how long."

"do you still want to be ken to me.. or something else?"

he adjusted his engagement ring.

"ken, always." he said, before leaning in closer.

and you closed the distance, lips crashing into his as the music boomed around you.

your voice cracked as you whispered back.

"always."

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[callmeakaashi]

– can you blame me? ❀*ੈ⋆ ⋆

synopsis: you and tsukishima have been rivals for years now. you know what makes the other tic – and recently it's been your ex-boyfriend. the two of you are forced to be student panelists but turn into more when a research mixer happens the first night. genre: grad school!au. angst, rivals-to-lovers. enemies-to-lovers. fluff. angst. milddd smut (if you squint). wc: 3.4k warnings: lite smut. drug usage. drinking. language. taglist: @chososbbygrl (because you always believed in my writing <3)

kei tsukishima is not your friend. he's very far from it actually. he was just another annoying-ass man from your grad program. another asshole ready to correct you when your answers strayed from fully correct, or even just simply unsure.

but now, him and you were boarding your flight for the annual neuroscience convention your school attended.

being the first and second (respectively) in your class, it was apparent you'd be student ambassadors as soon as it was even mentioned.

of course, he had to one-up you by being the first to volunteer.

and you couldn't have that. so here we are at 4am. in line to board, him behind you – and your fucking delta app wouldn't load. "pfft." he snorted. "you should've just added it to your apple wallet, y'know like a normal person?"

"shut. up. kei." you sighed under your breath, connecting your phone to and from the airport wifi again before finally seeing the pass.

"about damn time." he sneered.

it would be a long trip.

you slept throughout the flight, occasionally waking for refreshments before leaning your head against the window and dozing back off. but as you landed, you began to wake. "god, we're already here?" you said to yourself, mostly.

"and i can't believe you chose to sleep through it, instead of prepare." tsuki said, dryly, not even looking up from his laptop.

"maybe if you actually had a life outside of this shit, you would stop being so uptight about it."

"and maybe if you cared a little more, that-"

the landing announcement had begun. the two of you went silent, pushing your trays up and beginning to adjust your belongings.

out of the corner of your eye, tsuki sucked his teeth and shook his head at you before giving his full attention to his phone.

"pathetic.." he said, beginning to stretch as he stood.

the plane had landed now, and san diego wasn't that far away anymore. "bitch." you muttered under your breath, bumping your shoulder against his as you reached for your bag.

his head whipped around and though your eyes were on your bag, trying to steady it in your hands before putting it on the ground, you could damn near feel his eyes narrowing. "welcome to san diego and thank you for flying with us this morning!" one of the flight attendants chirped. you gave a half smile. it was 5am. there's almost nothing to smile about if there's not a redbull in sight.

"ignore her. you know how mornings are for some people." tsuki laughed, nudging you with his elbow. "you know, i actually hate you?" you mock asked, walking through the terminal at this point.

"oh, the feeling is mutual. i see why that little boyfriend of yours isn't on your profile anymore" your boyfriend. well, ex.

"and why that little girlfriend of yours is.. what? nonexistent? like any grown woman wants to put up with your mouth 24/7." you spat. silence. he didn't turn around but you saw his jaw tense.

it just slipped out. and he'd mentioned your ex first. if hurting his feelings is the price you have to pay to get some silence – maybe it's worth it.

the uber was silent too. tsuki, full of arrogance, was headphones on in his own little world looking at the map as you moved deeper into the city.

"i wouldn't want a girlfriend like you, anyway." he finally says softly, leg bouncing viciously.

"that was never an option."

the driver's eyes dart between the two of you before he turns the music up a few notches.

a sigh escaped your mouth as you slumped lower in your seat, pulling your hoodie down to feel some sense of comfort.

the golden state was gonna hold all the bad memories, ironically, it seems. between being stuck with tsuki for the next four days and your ex-boyfriend, iwaizumi, transferring to school here, nothing was promising.

no, it wasn't that he didn't want to be with you. he couldn't. not when you were across the country at johns hopkins. or at least that's what you told yourself after that second (and last) phone call where he said he couldn't do this anymore. and in his words, he "can't feel that you love him."

the car pulled to the front of some hotel, tall and sleek, across from a baseball stadium, and click, the car doors unlocked. "well.." the driver cleared his throat. "we're here."

your tongue scraped the roof of your mouth as you took in your surroundings.

check-in went by in a blur. tsuki talking to the receptionist, giving both of you a room key before the two of you were in an elevator heading to the eleventh floor, where the room was.

"so your slides aren't finished are they?" tsuki asked.

was this his version of small talk? acting – no, genuinely hating you, and then asking if your priorities were in order.

"why do you care?"

"because i deserve an actual rival, not this half-baked, heartbroken – whatever this is," he looked down at you, adjusting his glasses. "if i knew some breakup could just get you this distracted, i would've just broke your heart myself."

a breath caught in your throat. your lips parted and then pressed together again. your eyes met each other and he raised an eyebrow, expecting a response.

but this time, you didn't have anything. maybe tsuki breaking your heart would've been an easier fate.

the elevator couldn't open fast enough.

"look... my bad." tsuki sighed, pursing his lips.

"yeah, whatever." you grumbled.

standing at the room felt like the longest time ever. "fucking door." tsuki fumbled, attempting to scan the keycard on each side.

eventually, that little light turned green and he pushed the door open with more force than anticipated.

the room was nice. it was elegant in a quiet way. the windows faced the beach, a spacious desk in the corner near a lamp, two beds adjacent to the desk. a balcony, two chairs, and small table.

you made a mental note of another place to sneak off to tonight.

maybe california was getting a little more bearable.

"hm. this is calming." tsuki hummed, a flicker of warmth behind his eyes. you're half sure this is what his apartment back in baltimore looked like.

"yeah, it's nice." you said, striding through the room before placing your bags closest to the bed near the window. he rolled his eyes but didn't debate.

is this his version of an apology? either way, you'll take it.

the air from the ac was crisp. the sun shone through the windows. it's only 2pm. the only thing going on today was optional – some rooftop mixer for panelists and professionals and all of those swanky titles that were a little too old to be in the game. shaky hands of surgeons past their prime.

it was enough to make your eyes roll. plus, unless something drastic has changed, chances are your ex, iwaizumi would be there too.

you unpacked your lime suitcase and changed into some pajamas. between jetlag, tsuki, and a full four-day conference, missing a mixer wouldn't kill you.

the free drinks would be the only thing missed. your internships lined out the door and a resume so long, even google wouldn't read it. who cares.

you huffed as your back collided with the bed. tsuki shot you a look.

"don't you dare," he began. "we have a mixer tonight. this isn't a vacation."

"fuck off." you shot back, popping an edible into your mouth like candy. "i wanna watch my movies in peace tonight."

"what? to all the boys i've loved?" he chuckled. "you're not sitting in here sulking and crying all night."

"he'll be there, you do know that, right?"

"and?"

"i don't want to see the man that moved across the country and left me behind." you stretched, as the words burned the back of your chest.

"man," he snorted. "he couldn't even find the student center when he was on campus. that's your man? i bet he couldn't even find the clit."

"the WHO?" you laughed, shocked that he would even say something like that.

tsuki shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips as he took a drag of the vape he snuck on the plane. "it's true." he huffed.

"enough!" you hollered, an airy, out-of-breath giggle escaping your lips.

"i'll get you a lemon drop if you go." he taunted.

"deal."

the next few hours practically flew by. tsuki lost in his laptop before taking a nap. you scrolling through instagram, avoiding iwaizumi's green story bubble before falling into a dream of your own.

and then tsuki's three alarms – one for 8:15pm, another for 8:45pm, and the last one for 9:00pm. you only had one for 8:30. your eyes groggily opened to tsuki's perfectly made bed and the ties he's debating between strewn out onto the comforter.

"you really need a tie?" you sighed, clicking the power button on your phone to check the time.

9:03pm; 57 minutes until d-day.

"you're not seriously asking that, right?" tsuki half-groaned, looking you up and down out the corner of his eye.

you did know better than to ask. he always shows up dressed to a tee. he never not has. even his airport fit – charcoal grey sweatpants, hopkins pullover, matching headphones.

asking was just force of habit.

iwaizumi always dabbled between a regular tie, a bow, or honestly nothing – even just leaving one or two buttons undone for button-downs. your heart ached thinking of it before your eyes met tsuki's and he turned away.

you hadn't even realized but you'd been staring. the buzz of the edible still there.

"hm?" he hummed, questioning.

"nothing. don't worry about it, kei."

"you're being really fucking weird." tsuki sighed, before turning on his heels and heading to the bathroom. you caught a glimpse of his eyes in the mirror, still studying you.

the same look you've seen him give when the lecture slides start to get a little too complicated. that look that something's not accurate – not right.

you scaled the space between your luggage and the bed, carefully unwrapping the burgundy dress you brought for this event, just in case.

you slipped the dress on before throwing a t-shirt on over it to do your makeup.

you zoned out halfway through. prep done, brows filled, and lashes on. now for the main event.

you had both airpods popped in now, an amalgamation of your liked songs playing in your ears. until justin bieber's flatline kicked in, heavy bass pounding like a warning.

"she became a victim to my busy schedule"

your mind raced as the lyrics sunk deeper.

did iwaizumi ever miss you?

you missed his laugh. the way he'd scrunch his nose when he really laughed.

the absolute mess him and oikawa would make of his room before parties.

tears pricked your eyes at the thought of someone else getting that version of him. silly and loving, but not for you.

"shit." you exhaled, breathless and shaky.

you could feel eyes on you. tsuki sat on the edge of his bed now, adjusting strands of hair to look just the way he'd like. "what now?" he shot back.

you shook your head no but his footsteps felt closer. you tried to cover your face but he met your gaze in the vanity looking back at you.

"get a grip." his voice laced with something a little deeper than anger but a little softer than respect.

"iwaizumi's doing his shit right now. do not let your stupid little memories of him hold you back from doing what you gotta do."

he didn’t even blink. just stared you down in the mirror, sizing you up like he could will you back into yourself.

"right. you're so right, tsuki." the words fell out. "now what time is it?" he smirked, a low evil chuckle slipping out. "9:27. i'll leave your ass here if you're not ready by 9:50."

you whined but he just shrugged. "being early is being on time, sweetheart."

the rooftop was mildly packed. music drowned out in the background of voices. everyone looked polished, quiet luxury, but make it nerdy. the faint scent of lavender and vanilla wafted around you.

"so i do owe you a lemon drop," tsuki leaned into your ear, still looking around. the two of you made your way to the bar and before you knew it, you were being pulled away by advisors and researchers alike, talking about neurons and plasticity and some new "groundbreaking" research.

you spot tsuki across the room, laughing with some researchers from your undergraduate alma mater. he notices you staring and rolls his eyes before he points towards his phone.

ding, a text from him

"shouldn't you be, idk, mixing?"

"sorry, just didn't know you were an ass kisser"

"i'm glad you came." your advisor admits, as she puts a hand on your shoulder. "we need more talent like you in the field. passionate, dedicated – i'm excited to see what you do later down the line."

"thank you." you smile, taking another sip from your cocktail glass. your fingertips felt cold against the smooth glass and yet somehow your palms were warm, sweaty.

"go. enjoy yourself." she shoos you away proudly, and you make your way to one of the benches in the far corner, overlooking the city.

the warmth of the drink filled your chest and for the first time in what felt like a long time, you could actually breathe.

the skyline looked beautiful. fairy lights twinkled around you. the city didn't feel so painful anymore. it felt endless, like you were meant to be here.

a smile tugs on your lips as you catch tsuki leaned against the glass panel of the railing further down, smirking. his hands are in his pockets and then he glances over to you again, looking at you reflectively.

and then you see him. messy brown hair, a sage button down with the top two undone, that little gold chain. iwaizumi.

some girl had her hand on his chest.

he had seen you, face dropping slightly before getting back to his conversation.

your heart dropped. it felt like someone was sitting on your chest. like it had dropped the same amount of floors available. somewhere on the ground level, your heart was there. you were half sure it was scampering around in the lobby while everything around you crumbled.

your fingers gripped around your glass now, unsure of if letting go is something you're even capable of. a silent gasp caught in your throat.

"no. no fucking way." you muttered to yourself, eyes widening as he made his way over... with that girl.

the chances of seeing him tonight were supposed to be low. you'd done the stats in your head when tsuki offered the lemon drop. it was 1 (or 2) in 350, according to the eventbrite.

the music and the lights surrounding you felt dim and so far away. you'd placed your glass on the table in front of you without even realizing.

you couldn't see it now, but tsuki wasn't smirking anymore. his eyes were sharp, steady on you. he stood straighter now, faltering to come over after pushing himself off the railing.

he was in disbelief. the same shock you had. no way he was making his way over with some girl that wasn't you, her touching him the same way you would.

"hey." iwaizumi said, smiling coyly. it felt more like guilt than shyness. he'd never been an introvert.

"hey." you mirrored, unsure of there were any appropriate words in your heart for this interaction.

"what's up?" tsuki said, now behind you with a steady hand on the small of your back. his hands were cold but they radiated all over, backless dress be damned.

his eyes flickered between you, iwaizumi, and the girl. he smiled politely, aware of the company.

"yeah.." iwazumi cleared his throat. "just introducing my pretty girl to some of my old friends."

"doesn't look like there's much to introduce." tsuki chuckled, running his other hand through his hair.

"you sure?" your voice came out hoarse as you elbowed tsuki in the ribs. she chuckled, but nothing was funny.

"mmm, still a diva." iwaizumi said, mostly to tsuki. at this point, tsuki was the only thing grounding you. the only other options would be to actually float away or to punch him in the mouth.

no way he actually just said that. i'm the diva? and not the person who wanted a "change of scenery" and didn't just mean a different research program.

her eyes darted between you and iwaizumi, analyzing. "you're such an asshole, iwa," she giggled. "nice to meet you!" she chirped, sticking her hand out.

a chill crept up your spine. it was over. there was no hope of rekindling, even just feeling the grief and calling you. he had a girlfriend and you hated her. and worse, envied her.

the wind left your chest, you felt the tears start to well, and as much as you hoped they'd fall – they didn't.

instead the words "nice meeting you" escaped your lips and then you saw him. iwaizumi's eyes flickered between you, and the contact tsuki had with your back. patient, steady, drawing little circles as the interaction occurred.

"it's really good seeing you." tsuki said, his voice low.

his hands moved mindlessly – up your back, your neck, a subtle tuck of your hair behind your ear.

the contact felt normal, natural even – until he noticed. he didn't need to say it. his touch already did that.

it wasn't obvious, but enough to say "she's not yours anymore."

maybe it was the lemon drop or maybe just the tension building in your stomach.

fine. let him move on. maybe you would too.

the interaction ended there with iwaizumi being pulled away by some peers. tsuki's hand rested on your back as the two of you made your way to the bar.

"i fucking hate him." tsuki said, voice sharp and gravelly.

"me too." you said, the air in your lungs finally free.

the server had delivered your drinks and the liquor went down like water. your mouth was flowing now.

"y'know, he's actually a fucking cunt. and not like how you are." you chuckled.

tsuki snorted. "really? and what's exactly the difference?"

"at least you're honest. and you're hot in a brooding way. a way that says i understand you, not some surface-level frat boy shit." you rambled, gesturing with your wine glass swaying.

he scoffed, jaw slack before a giggle escaped his lips.

"you're fucking drunk," he cackled, shaking his head in disbelief.

"fuck you!" you shrieked. "but, you do get what i mean, right?"

"mhm," he took another sip of his drink. "so you're calling me emotionally mature?"

"and capable of feeling something deeper than a kiddie pool," you snorted.

tsuki's eyes dropped to your lips before he turned away for a moment, looking around the room at everyone still mingling, talking about god knows what.

your skin buzzed like static, radiating everywhere, and too much to be contained. heat rushed to your cheeks like a second drink hitting to fast.

"let's go." you rambled, hand finding tsuki's. his gaze snapped back to yours the second your fingers curled into his.

the two of you found your way to the elevator in what felt like a hurry. silence in the hallway as the music played sounding further away.

the doors shut and tsuki leaned past you to press the 11 button and the scent of his cologne pushed past your face – sharp, clean, and far too distracting.

"sorry if i said too much at the-,"

"shut up," he said.

you barely had time to blink before his lips were on yours. your hands slipped into the soft curls at his nape, the other curling into his tie.

a soft moan slipped from lips as your back met the cool elevator wall.

"man fuck him. and his girl. i've got the prettiest one in here."

tsuki's voice was low, raspy, and hot against your skin, just before he kissed right under your ear, trailing down your neck.

the elevator dinged.

your floor.

his tie was still in your fist. the two of you stood, breathless, looking at one another. you peeked out into the hallway, scanning your surroundings.

"come on."

tsuki's eyes darkened. his grip on your hand tightened as he began to lead you toward the room. the hallway blurred around you.

kei tsukishima was not your friend but maybe something a little bit more now.

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[callmeakaashi]

― liars ˚⋆｡.ᡣ˚ ˚

synopsis: you and the most guilty sneaky link of your life. genre: forbidden romance. situationship. power imbalance. warnings: smut. drinking. language. taglist: tbd wc: 302

you didn't mean to fall for him.

in fact, you met him at a mixer. a small thing for actually important people in the sports industry.

as a social media manager, you needed to be there; as a brand rep, you weren't respected. you were supposed to smile and post, not network, not be taken seriously.

"stay in the shadows" as your boss, ayumi, describes it.

this could be the stepping stone of your career.

until there was a voice in your ear.

"what outlet are you here for?"

and now you're three months into whatever this is. in his apartment, his phone, his thoughts.

and haunting his girlfriend's, inadvertently of course.

but now your hands are splayed across his back, nails filed but somehow still making a red mess of his back. you can taste his breath – mint and a hint of citrus.

that goddamn martini.

first choice was to blame it on the alcohol. denial. maybe this could be something you could swallow easier if you thought of it as a mistake. a miscalculation. a fuck up.

but not reading an email correctly was a mistake. a typo is a fuck up. arriving late is a miscalculation.

this isn't swallowing. this is choking. shit, struggling to breathe.

and this isn't the first time. or the second. or even the third.

you'd lost count of the times you'd left his apartment in those early mornings – before ayumi—your boss and his girlfriend, came to visit before heading to work.

the irony of it burned worse than the tequila.

how you'd be in one of his shirts and damn near pantsless, carrying your clothes and praying to god she doesn't notice how the car parked behind him looks just like her coworkers'.

― kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, suna, akaashi, atsumu, ushijima, terushima

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[callmeakaashi]

– mars rules all ‧₊⋅ ˚✮

❀ full transparency!

i don't really have lots of do's and dont's, there's a lot of stuff i will write about but on the off chance that there IS something i won't write, i'll just outline all the flat out no's here

i write about time skips sometimes, there may be spoilers!

❀ random disclaimerrr

sometimes my attention span gets the best of me. i get caught up in other stuff i have going on, i get busy, etc. it may take me longer to respond but often times, i'll try to update the backlog!

❀ general rules

don't interact with me if you are racist, homophobic, sexist, zionist, or anything in correlation. i will also block you – this blog is supposed to be a safe, supportive, and fun space for everyone that comes across my content. also please don't interact with nsfw posts if ur under 18! i'm open to chatting/comments! i love this being an interactive space. i'm super outgoing so i would love if you interact with my stuff in the comments :) let's become moots! request rules - i write both sfw + nsfw requests but i don't feel comfortable writing about noncon, pedophilia, gore, m!reader, piss/scat, vomit, etc. i plan on applying to grad school soon (and don't want to blow my chances at usc + howard) so i won't be able to get too personal on here

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[callmeakaashi]

okay but

tattoo artist!dabi shading a newcomer. she’s shy, getting her first tattoo, a small butterfly on her ribs and he chuckles when he notices how much she’s wincing. 

“hold onto this.” he says as he hands you a skull shaped stress ball. his voice was stern as he stopped to look at his work. you grab on of course and he began to hum to the music playing. “newcomers never get the ribs...” he stops again and wipes. “it’s nice though.” 

“you like it?” you ask, eyeing his black hair. “mhm..” he was beginning to wrap up and another twenty minutes seemed to fly by. “don't forget to wash it with warm soap and water and don’t go swimming.. people always seem to fuckin’ forget that. here’s my number if you wanna call me.” he huffed, handing you a slip of paper before shoving his hands and walking away. 

[callmeakaashi]

– welcome to the planet mars

the ruling planet for both scorpio & aries. a red planet, fourth from the sun. feeling the heat of the sun upon its crest, and yet it still feels extremely cold. two moons that allow it turn feel darkness deeply and still shine bright.

stay for a while.

but note: i will be your biggest heartache

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[callmeakaashi]

– ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ about me

mars (she/her)

do you rap or do you tweet , cause i can't tell get in the booth ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

❀ twenty-two

❀ future grad student

❀ loves

music, the weeknd, kendrick lamar (i fkn love gnx + gkmc), psychology + coding, boba, traveling, parties + clubs, the color pink, summertime, road trips, spicy food, fashion, r&b current watches: jjk, yellowjackets, sinners, challengers, demon slayer

❀ anime loves

demon slayer (tengen + gyomei supremacy), haikyuu (kuroo + akaashi), jjk, my hero academia, death note, etc.

❀ i'm super social and love making friends, if you want to be moots, i'd love it <3

❀ sfw + nsfw (mdni)

❀ my inbox is open but dear lord y'all, i have such a short attention span. gimme time, i promise i'll get to it. i will start working on things y'all have sent while i was away at school!

❀ mdni - no type of interaction. idgaf and i will block you. ❀ have fun and stay a while; i've missed you 💋ྀིྀི

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