Capricorn Energy Is When You Have A Short Pity Party But Cant Stand The Idea Of Failing To Reach Your

capricorn energy is when you have a short pity party but can’t stand the idea of failing to reach your unattainable expectations you set for yourself so you go back to working on the project that was causing you a mental breakdown in the first place.

Dimples and Laughter

Description: Sakusa has dimples. That’s it. This is what we are talking about today.

Disclaimer: I saw a post with something similar to this where they talked about Sakusa having dimples and I forgot who did it so when I find it, I’ll tag them. Just know that’s my inspiration for this. Anyways, enjoy my first post!

Genre: Fluff, sorta marriage and parenting au, drabble, slice of life, 

Character Pairing: Timeskip Sakusa x Reader + your nine month old daughter, Rina

Warnings: none (unless babies count as a trigger warning lmao I’m really sorry), SAPPY AND ROMANTIC AF

A/N: I’m so obsessed with him

Word Count: 1.5k words

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You roll over to your side, groaning as the sun’s rays penetrate through your eyelids, stirring from your restful slumber. You reach to feel the side of the bed where Kiyoomi normally sleeps, the sheets now cool to the touch from abandonment. You sigh into his pillow, the subtle scent of his cologne wafting into your nose. You want to stay there forever, but most of all, you want his strong arms thrown around your waist, burying into his toned chest, the warmth emanating off his frame in waves and warming your body. 

You feel yourself growing bored without his presence. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, trudging to the bathroom and turn the nob in the shower to get the hot water running. You throw your clothes into the hamper before hopping in. After showering, you grab some clothes from your closet and slip on a pair of sweats and t-shirt before tying up your damp hair. As you walk down the hall to begin breakfast, a fit of muffled laughter comes from behind a cracked door of the nursery.

Curiosity bubbles inside your chest and you tiptoe closer, leaning against the cool wood. Peeking through the small crack, the sight of your husband sitting on the sparkling clean floor, playing with your daughter, appears. A smile creeps onto your face as he holds her and lifts her up into the air and pulls her back down onto his lap. Her squeals of laughter fills your ears and Kiyoomi can’t hold back a deep chuckle, gentle and fluid, a flash of a smile flickers through his quiet laugh. Your eyes scan his handsome face, the beautiful head of curly, dark locks, obsidian eyes, his defined jawline, and the two moles above his right eyebrow only accentuates his beauty. 

You continued to watch your husband play with your daughter as another squeal of laughter falls from her lips. Slowly, but surely, the small, fond smile grows into a grin, full of genuine joy, and stretched ear to ear.

His smiles were infrequent. Occasionally, you will receive a smirk or a lipped smile that shows the tiniest indent of dimples, but other than that, Kiyoomi Sakusa rarely smiled.

Your breath hitches, absolutely dumbfounded. He’s grinning. Out of four years of dating, three years of marriage and almost a year with a child, you had never seen him beam with pure happiness until now. The dimples hidden behind his calm, nonchalant expression emerge. He has dimples, the indents on his cheeks so prominent that you are tempted to stick skittles in them and convinced that they will stay.

Understanding the rarity of this small moment, you stand there, lingering by the door and taking in every second that brilliant smile is on his face. The last thing you wanted was forget the smile that brought out the divots in his cheeks. It was like falling in love with him all over again, the feeling strangely familar, yet still foreign. Your mind spaces out, your heart swells with love, threatening to burst through your chest because your poor heart can’t take it. How is it possible that you can fall in love with him more than you already were? 

He’s difficult to read under his calm and collected demeanor. Everything is out of the blue with him, but he never fails to make you fall for his beautiful unpredictabilities. When he kisses your forehead through his mask after coming home, showering immediately and once he does, his lips will always be found on yours; when he mutters, “thank you, love,” when you hand him a cup of coffee or tea; when he purposely places your favorite mug on the top shelf of the cabinet so you have to ask him to grab it for you and he gets the chance to kiss your shoulder or cheek and hug you from behind; when you catch him staring at you and he doesn’t look away, he has a fond look of awe in his eyes, unwavering, and heat rushes up your face. 

The unpredictability of Kiyoomi only makes you hopelessly fall in love with him. It never fails to make your stomach flip at the small acts of affection he gives you, undeniable adoration he shows to you and to you only. It hits you when you least expect it and it's a wonderful surprise that renders you tongue-tied and you try to say the words, but your mind is in too much of a jumbled mess that they don’t fall past your throat. It was moments like these that left you star-struck and utterly speechless. You swear he’s going to be the death of you.

You decide to finally make your presence known. You nudge the door open, careful not to disturb their peace. 

“Good morning, Kiyoomi,” you whisper as you gently shut the door behind you. 

He lifts his head at your voice, a flicker of a smile still teasing his lips when he finally lets his face relax. “Good morning, darling.” The pet name always sends tingles across your body, making your toes curl and your heart ache.

Your daughter is still paying attention to him, her arms making motions in the air, trying to get his attention so he can lift her again. He obliges and the sweet ring of hysteric giggles fill the room once again.

You sit down next to him, your daughter’s large eyes on you now as Kiyoomi set her back down on his lap, his large hands holding her gently and rubbing her back in soothing patterns. His practicality and carefulness made parenthood look good on him.

“Good morning, Rina,” you say sweetly as you stroke the dark bunch of hair she inherited from her father.

She babbles as if trying to come up with a construction of sentences. You place a few kisses on her head, smiling at her nonsense words. Out of the corner of your eye, Kiyoomi lets his face break into a fond smile. You smile even wider.

“It seems to me that you have been using her as a dumbbell to workout,” you joke. He has been taking more days off to help you raise your daughter and she has grown even more fond of him. 

He quirks an amused eyebrow. “She isn’t heavy enough to be a weight.”

You roll your eyes. “I know that.” You hadn’t forgotten his taut, muscular figure, toned with muscle and minimal fat. 

“Have you eaten anything yet?” You ask as your thumb creates circles on his forearm, coiled with veins and tendons.

He shakes his head. “No.”

“I’ll start breakfast right now.” You start to stand up, but his calloused hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back. 

“Can I have a kiss?” He asks gingerly, his hand caressing your jaw. It was adorable when he asked for affection and it wasn’t often when he asked.

You give him more than just a kiss. You lean in, your hand rests on his shoulder and kisses him a few times. Each time you pull away, you smile against his lips as you lean in for another one.

“I love you.” The declaration of love whispered against his lips as you placed another kiss there to seal it, let it seep into his skin, make it known to him you meant every word.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs, his thumb cradling your cheek.

You break your loving gaze from your husband to your daughter, her eyes wide as she stares at the both of you, mouth slightly agape as her brain tries to register the tender action her parents just shared. Kiyoomi’s ears are brushed with a pink tinge. Still blushing after almost being together for almost ten years? You want to say, but you bite your lip to prevent them from falling.

You laugh, light and airy as you kiss her forehead. “And I love you, Rina.”

You lift yourself from the floor, walking to the door and closing it behind. You try your best to suppress the stupid grin on your face, but fail miserably. You walk to the kitchen to make yourself coffee. You open the cabinet to get your mug and realize Kiyoomi put it on the top shelf once again. Attempting to get the mug yourself is a lost cause because he absolutely forbids it in the case you might hurt yourself. 

You smile, but it falls from your face when your jaw begins to tense, letting you know you have been smiling so much to the point it hurts. Instead, you just let your lips tug at the ends. 

You fervently wish he never stops surprising you. Routine is a part of Kiyoomi’s lifestyle and he enjoys the familiarity and repetition; it brings him comfort. It is easier for him to follow a paved road than a gravel path. How much of a surprise it was for him to include you into his routine and take the beaten path instead so he can see the flowers while walking side by side with you.

Repetition and changeability contrasts with each other like black and white, yin and yang, like the cherry blossom petals dancing in the spring air and the autumn leaves floating in the cool fall breeze, but when they are put together, it creates something beautiful and Kiyoomi is the embodiment of that strange yet beautiful combination.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.

synopsis; you were in the middle before you knew you had begun. or, the pride and prejudice remake that no one asked for. (for the love club love collab.)

pairing; sakusa x f! reader

contains; enemies-to-lovers, self-indulgent yearning, historical au (eighteenth century) with no discernible location, mutual pining, slow burn, no sex because it’s jane austen, lots of direct quotations from the novel and pride and prejudice (2005) because why ruin perfection

acknowledgements; i would like to formally thank @suedebunn for being my pillar of moral support and @kmorgzz for beta reading in my time of need. i love you both most ardently.

word count; 10.1k

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– ACT FIVE.

it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

at least, that’s what your mother, mouth full, would have told you and your sisters over the dinner table. retrospectively, though, you should have told her that she was entirely full of shit. had you known better then, you would have turned down the dances, the meetings, the tense flirtation. you would have, had you realized, separated yourself from him and his possibilities entirely. you would have rewritten the nature of your entire existence so that you did not, would not, have to watch your sister’s heart be shattered like glass across the tiles. 

perhaps single men want wives. but that does not mean they want you. and that certainly does not mean they will play nice to get it.

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the love in life which keeps us young | matsukawa issei

synopsis: in which matsukawa issei thinks of you as he says his vows.

characters: matsukawa issei, issei anon you

genre/wc: fluff, 2000+

a/n: no thoughts brain v empty only issei

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“Do you wanna write out our vows or do you just wanna repeat after whatever the dude says?”

You look at Issei, his eyebrows knit together in the way that tells you he’s serious about his question, then at the faraway look he has on his face as his eyes zeroes in on the wall behind you. You laugh; the kind that fills you with a sort of giddiness that you don’t think you could ever get sick of, before taking a quick sip of your drink and thinking about his words.

“This is the one time in our lives where you get a chance to make me feel like a Y/N in front of a crowd, Issei,” you laugh.

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at four, this is what it means to be illuminated. | nanami k.

genre: domestic fluff | wc: 600+ 

a/n: @mrs-kuroojinguji lowl

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Should the world ask, “What is love to you?” you would answer with many things.

In the mornings, you suppose that love is your cup of caramel beside his dark brew. It’s warm kisses in cold winter air, and a scarlet duvet over the contours of skin you’ve mapped and memorized again and again.

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lab partner

the moment you realized you loved him

description: your friend, kuroo, offers to help you catch up on some chemistry homework, and after a lab accident you realize that maybe he might just be more than a friend. 

genre: fluff

warnings: language

a/n: ap chem prepared me for one thing and one thing only

“Thanks for helping out,” you said while tightening your goggles, “I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no big deal,” Kuroo reassured you, “I don’t mind the extra lab practice either.” 

After being out sick for two weeks with pneumonia, you couldn’t have more to catch up on in school. Thankfully, Kuroo had offered to help you with chemistry, so there was one less task to worry about completing.

“You said this was a titration?” You asked while examining the lab procedure.

“Yeah, can you grab a burette?” He asked while scribbling notes onto his own packet. “They should be in the closet with the other supplies.”

“Roger.”

Chemistry has always been difficult for you- fun, but difficult. It fulfilled your childhood dream of mixing exciting liquids of different colors and creating bubbling “potions” that filled you with nostalgia. However, the actual science behind the chemicals tended to blow over your head.

Kuroo, on the other hand, enjoyed the calculations. Something about the methodical approach, to an otherwise theoretical subject, brought him peace because there was always a single right answer. There was no hesitation or second guessing himself. He was always in control.

Except with you. With you, he was completely lost in a state of limbo- entirely unable to fight off the pulls from both sides. 

Were you just friends, or more?

The question caused his thoughts to run around in circles, going back and forth in a never ending cycle. Spending time with you only made everything even more confusing. 

Technically, he knew that you were only friends, but he wasn’t blind enough to not notice how the air between you two was laced with something different- and it was addicting.

Your smile made his palms sweat and every time your fingers would brush against his, Kuroo’s heart would jolt into overdrive and the sound of his pulse would rack in his brain.

That doesn’t happen with friends.

You, however, dismissed these feelings as nothing special. Sure, your stomach felt all funny whenever he was near and you really wanted to touch his hair, but that meant nothing. 

Because Kuroo was just a friend. 

And you would keep telling yourself this because nothing could be more awkward than admitting you had a crush on your lab partner. So maybe you were in denial, but it made things easier and that’s all that mattered.

“Oi,” Kuroo called out from the lab table, “what’s taking so long?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming!” You shouted back, shuffling back over to the lab table.

“I thought you got lost in there,” he teased with a wide grin, “here let me help you.” Kuroo plucked the materials from your grasp and placed them on the resin slab. 

You tried not to react when his fingers grazed your arms, instead focusing on the procedure that Kuroo had printed out. 

“We need Sodium Hydroxide for this right?” You couldn’t help but smile at the scrawled out annotations he had left for you. 

“Oh no,” Kuroo paled, “I forgot to ask Hayashi-Sensei to dilute some of that for us.”

The way he had slouched enough to fit his entire lanky frame onto the stool made your heart clench with fondness, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if his limbs were draped over you.

“Well, we need 1 Molar, right? What would it be diluted from?”

“12 Molar,” he deflated more. 

“We definitely can’t use that as a substitute.”

He shook his head, “I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to waste your time.”

You were a little disappointed, but the look on his face made your stomach churn. He looked so sad, and it made your heart ache.

“We can just come back another time, there’s no need to worry.” Your grade was definitely going to suffer for a while, but there was nothing that could be done about it.

“WAIT!” He shouted, jerking up from his position.

His outburst startled you and you stared at him, wide-eyed. 

“I’m a genius,” he grinned at you, and you tried to ignore how his smile made your chest tighten.

“Um, I’m happy for you?”

He was racing through the lab and towards the closet. “We can just dilute some of the 12 Molar NaOH to get 1 Molar! Duh, it’s so obvious. Why didn’t I think of it earlier?” He mumbled to himself while grabbing the flask.

You paled. “Isn’t 12 Molar really dangerous to handle?”

A sense of uneasiness began to blanket you. The way he was waving the Erlenmeyer flask around was a little too haphazard for your liking. 

“Well yeah, but Hayashi-sensei let me do it once under his supervision,” Kuroo reasoned. He hated how your face had dropped when he told you he had forgotten; he wanted to make it up to you. “I’ll be super careful,” he added.

You could feel yourself starting to give into his pleading. Something about the way his head was tilted and pupils dilated was hard to resist. You also really wanted to get this assignment over with, and you knew it would be difficult to book another time slot in the lab. 

“Fine,” you sighed, “just be cautious and put some gloves on.”

“You got it,” Kuroo exclaimed and hurried over to grab a beaker and stirring rod.

You smiled at his excitement, and slipped your own pair of gloves on too. 

“Can you check how much NaOH we need?” He called from across the room.

“Yeah, in a second!” For some reason, you couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe it was Kuroo’s infectious giddiness, or maybe the thought of you two working together so harmoniously- kind of like a team, or partnership, or maybe even a coup-

“Oi, earth to Y/n?”

The words were uttered right behind you, close enough to your ear to make the hair on the back of your neck stand up; the proximity startled you, and you jumped and whirled around to face Kuroo.

However, in your alarmed reaction, your arm came into contact with the flask containing the NaOH, knocking it off the lab table, shattering the glass, and spilling its contents everywhere. 

You didn’t have much time to react, before a pair of arms wrapped around your middle, and pulled you back from the wreckage- stacking you both onto a stool.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Kuroo frantically asked. 

You heard the question, yet the only thing on your mind was the fact that you were practically sitting on Kuroo’s lap, with his arms locked firmly around your frame in a tight embrace. 

You could feel his chest through your back, and every heaving breath made you rise and fall along with him. At the thought of your shared closeness, your face immediately erupted into a fiery heat and you went rigid in your shock.

“‘m fine,” you managed to choke out. 

His body slumped at your words, and you felt the tensed cords of lean muscle relax underneath you, but Kuroo’s arms didn’t loosen around your waist. You were still in his lap.

He was so warm. Not the volcanic temperature that your face had become, rather the feeling of a light blanket on a summer night. Kuroo was comfortable. As awkward as you felt in his grasp, you could easily get used to it- enjoy it even. 

“Are you sure?” He badgered, spinning you around so he could examine you for any damage. 

You were close enough for your noses to brush against each other, and as you stared into his worried, goggle-clad eyes, you knew

that this was love. 

There was no point in ever even denying it. Every memory with Kuroo was filled with so much adoration, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of eternity making enough memories with him to last forever. 

“I’m sure,” you whispered, breath ghosting onto his lips.

You weren’t sure who moved first, but your lips pressed softly against each other’s and it felt like the most natural thing in the entire world. His lips were slightly chapped, but oh-so addicting.

You had wanted this moment since forever ago, you realized as your stomach fluttered. 

Kuroo thought he was going to die. Well, first he thought you were going to die from the spill, and he had never felt more scared in his entire life. Everything had been going wrong today, except for this. Kissing you made his mind spin slowly, like a ballerina in a music box, and oh did it make his heart feel so full. 

So he kissed you deeper, pulling you impossibly closer. It was a clumsy kiss, your goggles kept knocking against each other, and he wondered if you could feel the smile that was taking over his lips. 

This was the missing piece in your relationship. For so long, Kuroo had felt like the friendly side-hugs and platonic words of affirmation weren’t enough. Touches would linger, searching for something else- something more. He knew he loved you, but for the longest time, it was only ever as a friend. At least that’s what he would tell himself. 

But now, as his lips were pressed against yours, Kuroo felt so whole. 

You didn’t know how much time had passed before you pulled back from each other, detangling your limbs and with a helping hand from Kuroo, you were able to climb off of the stool.

“Careful,” he mumbled, holding onto your elbows, “watch your step.”

You laughed. You couldn’t help it, you just never would have expected today to go like this. 

Kuroo eyed you nervously. “What’s so funny?” Were you laughing at him? He knew that the kiss wasn’t exactly phenomenal, but there would be plenty of time to improve- if he was reading the situation correctly.

“I’m just,” you started when your laughter died down, “I’m just happy.”

“Oh,” Kuroo felt his neck flush bright red, and he couldn’t meet your eyes, “me too.”

Something about the way that you were smiling so brightly, made a similar grin stretch across his own face; and Kuroo knew that your words rang true. 

And honestly, he was sure that there couldn’t be anything better than falling in love with your lab partner.