How Mad Would Yall Be If I Said I Have A Pinterest Board Dedicated To Yamaguchi-core With Like 600 Pins

how mad would yall be if i said i have a pinterest board dedicated to yamaguchi-core with like 600 pins on it 😔

barista hajime save me 🧎‍♀️

iwaizumi hajime as a barista // hcs.

it's either some summer work before heading off to college or something he does when he has spare time in college. loves this job so much for some reason because he fills his daily people meter, coffee meter, and going out meter.

makes the coffee shop so damn popular his colleagues kinda hate him for that because customers are coming in constantly.

only works the early morning shifts because he's a morning person. gets up, does his morning workout before heading off to work. always greets his fellow colleagues with a nice genuine smile and keeps it up during the whole shift.

doesn't get pissed easily but only a twitch of an eyebrow shows when he's annoyed with a customer. otherwise is a saint.

greets all customers with a nice smile and his ego does get bigger just a tiny bit when he sees someone blush or stutter when looking at him or ordering. he can't blame them because the way that little apron of his is tightened around his waist and his white shirt makes his hardworking biceps bulge...he really can't blame them.

however, if he finds someone attractive or something, doesn't have the balls to write his number on the cup, nope. instead he tries to make small talk as they're telling him his order and doodles something cute on their cup! nothing major like a heart or something but a cute little doodle and will have the biggest shit eating grin if he sees them smile at it.

if a person he likes frequents the coffee shop around the same time, he never lets them tell him their order but instead smugly says, "Oh I know, you've become quite a liked customer around here, so I know your order by heart." cue shit eating grin and a wink if he's feeling bold.

he does end up writing his number on the cup of a person he likes and has been pinning on for a while and has the cutest reddest ears ever when his coworkers start teasing him. it's adorable and I love barista!Iwaizumi if it's not apparent.

   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.

feeling lightheaded he’s actually my man

“I didn’t know you had moles down your back.”

Kiyoomi pauses briefly to look at you over his shoulder, post shower body care being interrupted with your statement.

“We’ve been together for how long and you never knew that I had more moles on my body?” He asks, going back to applying his moisturizer. “Do you even look at my body?”

“Only the important parts,” you say, shrugging as you let your eyes wander slightly. There are more than a few freckles and moles on the broad space of his back, tracing like a constellation against the paleness of his skin. They lean along the right side of him, a few scattering on the left for an intricate design-

“Holy shit, stop staring at me,” he snickers, his eyes looking at you in the mirror. “I have moles. You kiss the ones on my forehead every morning. Chill.”

You get up and stalk over to him, arms wrapping lowly around his waist and face nuzzling into the dip of his back, “gonna have to kiss these ones too; they’ve been neglected too long.” You plant a few pecks to the bigger ones along his shoulder, and you smirk at the goosebumps that raise from your affection. “Ticklish?”

“I’ll knock you out with this lotion bottle,” he snarls, continuing his routine with you merely an add on to his body.

“Whatever.” You let your nails rake up the dip of his hips, only letting him go when he hisses and bumps his back against you to get you off. You kiss his warm skin one last time before making your way back to the perch on your shared bed, watching as his muscles and moles contort with every shift of his broad body as he applies his deodorant.

“What else are you hiding from me?”

“I’m having an affair,” he says simply.

“With who? Meian?”

“Yes.”

“You could never score Meian.”

“You’re just mad because Meian saw and admired my moles before you.”

You let out a few snorty laughters while he smirks to himself in the mirror, the night settling down into nothing uncommon or surprising, but perfect all the same.

God, you adore him.

“You’re ugly.”

“I love you too.”

do you guys think timeskip!kuroo has a closet of the same exact suit he wears for his vball promoter job like spongebob or that he switches his ties up like a high school history teacher