Timeskip!yamaguchi Aka The My Partner Guy Of The Office Hands Down W/o A Doubt In My Mind

timeskip!yamaguchi aka the “my partner” guy of the office hands down w/o a doubt in my mind

and what if i’m a timeskip!tadashi x yn domestic life truther? so sue me!! 🙄☝️

     day by day ᵕ̈           husband!timeskip!kuroo tetsurō x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : little moments from your ⋮⋮  daily life with your silly little husband

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ this is like word vomit but pleaseee he plagues my mind , i ' m clawing at the walls of my enclosure ( not proofread !! ) ”

um yeah so congrats to timeskip!kuroo for being able to live his best life

an even greater life with you in it, of course

because although he swaggers along in his little suit and tie handing out his card willy-nilly to god knows who all day,,,

you bet your sweet ass he’s got a picture of you in his wallet

and that wallet is constantly getting whipped out around the office as he looks at your smiling face

looking longingly and with a little lovestruck sigh

(he’s so dramatic)

he has your drink order on lock and will pick it up coming back from work

but he is the type to take a “sip” out of your cup in exchange

(half your drink’s gone after that 🙁)

he “needs help” tying his tie like every other morning

“y/n love of my life can you help me with this”

it was cute

like the first couple times

maybe not so much at the twentieth time

at this point you just tell him to do it himself so you don’t have to get out of your bed bc you know what he’s trying to do

"have you ever considered trying a clip-on tie, tetsu?"

but granted, whenever you do cave, it’s impossible to miss in the corner of your eye the way his eyes are filled with pure unadulterated admiration as he watches you tie the stupid tie

(it was never about the tie)

(he just needs to look at you before he has to go the work where he can’t look at you like this until he comes home later that night)

and sometimes when he gets home he really tries to take up making dinner some nights to give you a break

he even wears a little apron (your apron) over the wife pleaser and boxers he’s so accustomed to changing into upon arriving home

(really not necessary but you two watched the bear together one night and he’s really just trying to get into it with the apron)

he looks ridiculous but you hate to admit you find it so adorable

"can someone get me a fucking sharpie, that fucking works!!!"

"i'm sorry for cursing at you babe, i don't even need a sharpie, i was just saying the thing from the thing–"

the best he can do is like cold noodles or the occasional steak dinner which really aren’t that bad when those are on the dinner menu!!!

when it comes to everything else? well... yeah he’s better off without the apron

but make him lunch for the office? oh he’ll propose to you a second time right then and there next to your fridge

put the cute character cutouts in there too, as if he cares what his coworkers might say bc anything you touch is gold to him no matter what

“ok but where are your guys’ carrot flowers, huh? don’t eat your veggies? have you ever considered that what you should actually be concerned about, is that you’re not eating as balanced of meals as i am every day?”

part of me wants to say when all is said and done, you two share a bottle of wine or smth under the night sky together to wind down

but honestly i don’t think a moment with this man necessarily calls for being a little buzzed like that

he makes you laugh simply by how he talks about his day, and with his little comments and reactions to whatever you may tell him about yours

"some people may wonder how he got demoted from a coordinator position–but y/n, honey, if you saw the way he parallel parks on the street outside our office, you would agree he's very much lacking in the skill of coordination."

"wow, i can't believe she treated you that way. and you're sure she knows the 'h' in 'hr' stands for 'human', right? because she sure isn't acting like a good one."

"😧 ..."

it’s like your home becomes your own personal comedy-club to round off yet another day with the love of your life

with the sounds of both of your laughter mingling together in a solemn late-night harmony only ever truly appreciated by the both of you

and when you two finally head to bed

his arm can’t help but snake its way around your waist

"g'night my love..."

pulling you close and breathing in your scent as you both get lulled away into a deep sleep

all to repeat everything again the next morning <3

You might not bite but I do >:D

No but from what I can tell you’re a really really great writer— I love your writing style so much I am going to consume it Kirby-style that is all

omg pls i'm glad you like it 😭🫶 ugh so much was from pre-hiatus which i think wasn’t all too great but it means so much that it looks like it still holds up!!

getting back into it so hopefully it’s only gonna get better from here :D

   iwa's not drunk ! ᵕ̈         iwaizumi hajime x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : walking back home with    ⋮⋮  hajime after a night out ( he is sooo ⋮⋮  not drunk, by the way )

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ ok but whyyyy did i kind of eat this draft up from like 3 years ago tho ”   

“look, you’re,” you thought of how to word it, “a little bit more than tipsy—“

“i am not drunk!” iwaizumi interrupted you. there was a short pause as you resisted letting out a chuckle.

“well i never said that—“

“i am not drunk!” he whined.

“hey, you said it, not me—“

“i’m nottt!” he was practically begging now. you found it funny how this 6-foot-something man was desperately trying to convince you he wasn’t drunk, at the same time latching onto you in order to simply balance as you walked down the sidewalk.

he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and you placed your hands on his bicep as you walked. 

for a second you thought of how intimidating your hajime must be when he’s working as an athletic trainer during the day—big, strong, blunt.

then compare that to now, where he’s a whiny and bumbling mess. only you got to see him like this, on nights like these.

right now, as you held his swaying figure upright in the street, iwaizume was warm—his whole body was radiating heat onto yours, in fact.

he felt like a weighted blanket shielding you from the breeze that rounded each corner of every high-rise—as if it were trying to find the next thrill of the late night, just as you and hajime were shortly before he became too drunk and out of remission.

you approached a crosswalk. hajime snuggled his face into the crook of your neck and departed one of his arms from your shoulders in order to click the pedestrian crossing button.

or, attempt to. you watched as his hand blindly search and hit every area around the button, but never the button itself. you let out a soft laugh before effectively pressing the button yourself.

hajime’s arm returned to where it once was and he lifted his face from your neck.

you turned and watched as his eyes were closed. you could hear the faint sound of him breathing in and out, trying to get the chilly breeze to help sober himself up. 

his lashes fluttered as he struggled to open his eyes now and then, probably to prevent himself from completely blacking out on you.

you saw the subtle sheen of sweat on his face. it reflected the neon colors of all the streetlights and store signs around the crosswalk.

but even among all those colors, you could still notice the reddish dust on his face from the alcohol. 

he looked breathtaking.

you felt a reddish dust appear on your face, too.

you two stood there, even as you heard the pedestrian crossing sign tick away.

ok so i'm going coo coo, nice

warnings: gn!reader, i’m in love with sakusa kiyoomi.

sakusa kiyoomi who searches the crowd for you every game, always hoping that his eyes will meet yours. and they always do. he’s always able to pick you out from the the other hundreds of people there to watch them play.

sakusa kiyoomi who near begs you to just accept his offer of sitting you in one of the front sections. he can get you any ticket you want in any row of any stadium they play in. as much as he loves searching for you, he’d prefer the comfort of knowing exactly where you are from the start.

“are you whining?” you tease, smiling up at your boyfriend, “you sound a lot like atsumu right now.” “don’t compare me to him.” kiyoomi huffs, resting his chin back on your head. “i just think it’d be nice to find you right away. and you’d be able to watch the game better if you were closer.” “i don’t want special treatment just because we’re dating. besides, don’t you think it’s fun to try and find me in the crowd? it isn’t even a little exciting?” “no.” he immediately answers, because it isn’t to him. nothing is exciting until he sees you. the search is just getting in the way of that. “but i suppose if you enjoy sitting in the most random spots around i can’t stop you.” “you’re right.” you nod, triumphant smile on your face. “if roles were reversed you’d understand. watching you scan the faces of strangers hoping to find mine always makes me feel nice. plus, the look when you finally find me gives me butterflies.” “no way i make a face.” kiyoomi shook his head and stared down at you, “do i really?”

sakusa kiyoomi who is pleasantly surprised to see you in one of the front rows of his next game, and later is shown a video of the exact moment he sees you.

he does, in fact, make a face.