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⟢ pairing: kuroo x reader

⟢ genre: hurt/comfort

⟢ wc: < 1k

⟢ a/n: i’ve lost the ability to write anything new :)

When he walks through the front door, he’s not greeted by warmth and affection, like he’s used to. The air is thick with the echoes of the previous night, growing denser when he sees you in your bedroom. Evidently, you’ve heard him come in, and your curt nod and stiff greeting make him want to fidget.

“Kuroo.”

But he’s not one to give in quite so easily, so he mimics you and returns your nod, hiding under a mask of indifference.

“Kuroo.” It’s still your name too, and part of him needs to remind himself of that fact aloud. Another part of him hopes that your features will crack from amusement. However, you remain unfazed and continue to fold his shirts and place them into neat piles.

“Dinner should be done in half an hour,” you say offhandedly, as if last night didn’t leave a gaping hole between you. He’s been replaying the borderline screaming match over and over again, throughout the course of his day. He’s picked apart your argument and analysed every piece, trying to figure out what triggered it and how he could fix it.

There’s not a single trace of distress in your proud posture or your blank expression.

Yet you’re folding his clothes with as much care as usual, smoothing out any wrinkles and organising them just the way he likes. It eases the worry scratching at his chest just a little, and he can confirm at least one thing from this - you don’t hate him.

He can work with that.

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“Pass the salt.”

There’s a dull thunk as glass hits wood, before silence settles once more. Tension hangs heavily over the table, a thick cloud that feels almost suffocating. You’re deafened by the sound of your own quiet chewing, every breath you take howling in your ears as you eat.

The scrape of a chair forces you to glance up from your meal, noting with disappointment that your companion is done.

“Thanks for the food.” That’s all he mumbles, before clearing away his plates and placing them in the sink. The rush of water from the tap is noisy, as is the clatter of porcelain. If you close your eyes and ignore the throb of your heart, you can almost pretend that this is like any other night.

And like any other night, Kuroo takes care of it, because you hate doing it. He’s as meticulous as you are, stacking them in the dish rack in order of size, just the way you like it.

So you take a chance, scooping up the last mouthful of rice before gathering the rest of your empty plates. Hesitantly, you place them by the sink, and linger for just a second.

He doesn’t huff, doesn’t sigh, doesn’t complain or make an unnecessary dig about it. Instead, wordlessly, he takes a bowl from your little stack and continues to scrub away and in doing so, loosens the knots that formed in your stomach last night by a hair - he doesn’t hate you.

You can work with that.

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Day bleeds into night, and you fall into bed. The curtains are drawn, the lights are off, and you lay under the duvet. Together, and not.

You both lay on your backs, staring up into the darkness. There’s nothing to see, but your eyes are wide open. Under the sheets, your hand creeps into the hole between you, palm upturned, driven by the tiny olive twig he extended to you earlier. At least, you think that’s what it was, if you know your husband at all.

And, of course, you do, you know him best, and you know what follows.

Kuroo’s fingers silently pat their way over the mattress, looking for something, feeling around blindly until they nudge something warm and hopeful. Just like that, your pinkies intertwine, and you release shaky sighs together. After that, your fingers find the gaps between his and fill them again, as they always have, as the universe intended.

He squeezes once and you squeeze back. You’re raising your white flags at the same time and it’s easier to breathe. You gravitate towards each other, shuffling closer and closer, until the aching hole between you is no more. You’re in his arms, and he’s in yours, and this is home, as it’s supposed to be. The thump of his heart leaps in his ribcage and greets yours where you’re pressed together, chest to chest, foreheads bumping clumsily as your gazes meet for the first time that day.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“I’m sorry too,” you say. At the same time, you squeeze each other tighter and no one has ever held you better than he can.

“Can we talk in the morning?” You nod in the darkness, tangling your legs together beneath the sheets.

“Yeah. Yeah we can.”

#ouch this is good

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rip victor nikiforov, you would've loved the word "cunty" 😔

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Not surprising, to be honest...but I do think MAPPA did NOT saw this comming

And it's still trending worldwide, even with a new Taylor Swift Album happening at the same time. This is...It's major.

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So long story short it was greed and homophobia

#losing my mind ..

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"Go to hell" is basic. "Hope your favourite anime movie sequel gets cancelled after seven years in production AND getting an animated teaser." is smart. It's possible. It's terrifying. It's happened.

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pov: they overheard u talking about volleyball

#theyre so cute in this style lolol

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straight up “jorking it” to the complexities of the human condition

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snoopy (beagle scouts) by snoopy

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skts - support you local farmer ! 🤠🌽

yes i played too much stardew valley 😓

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hi!! sorry if this is weird but i really love your writing and when i saw that you reblogged my post i geniuenly gasped. idk i just wanted to lyk that it meant a lot to me

its not weird at all ^^ i loved ur tobio fic, it was super cute !! i’m excited to see more from u :)

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you finally turn in your essay you breathe a sigh of relief. but that feeling is soon gone when you check the time and see that it's 11 pm.

you look at the windows nearby and see that it's pitch black, and you check your surroundings and there are very few people left. it's finals season and the library is no stranger for students to be pulling all-nighters trying to study or turn in their projects at the last minute.

you close your laptop and pack up your stuff and go to head out when you look outside the door and you see a weird man outside, smoking something that smelt absolutely disgusting. you felt a pit of anxiety grow in your stomach because this is the only way out and any of the other exits would sound the emergency alarm. you take deep breath and decide to walk out (dumbest decision ever) and you're hit with a "hey there pretty girl, what are you doing here?" from the creep and you immediately run back into the library.

you open your contacts and go to the one labeled tobio❤️ and click on it, calling him. you knew he was probably sleeping, but you didn't really want to sleep at the library.

he picks up "hello?" his voice is groggy and laced with sleep. you start to feel bad knowing you woke him up.

"tobio?" you start. "hey i'm sorry for waking you up but there's this creep outside the library and i just-"

"i'm on my way." he cuts you off. you hear some shuffling in the background. "give me like ten minutes and i'll be there". his house is a thirty minute walk from the university library. "just wait inside okay? don't worry."

"it's okay tobio you can take your time. i'll be waiting. i love you"

"i love you too." and he hangs up. you put your phone back into your pocket and you can't help the guilty feeling that begins to swirl in the pit of your stomach. you know he has a busy schedule with balancing volleyball and school and you soon begin to regret your decision. but there was no stopping him he was probably halfway to the library by now.

you're sitting on one of the armchairs with your phone in your hand, mindlessy scrolling on social media when you feel a hand on your head, you look up and see your dark hair boyfriend. he seems out of breath and his hair a mess. he's still in pajamas, you can tell because he's wearing a stained hoodie underneath his puffer.

"lets go" he says with a small smile.

you stand up and he follows next to you as you walk out the building. when you see the man coming to approach you again you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you into his chest. you can hear his heartbeat.

"oh? back again pretty girl-"

"hey man fuck off alright." kageyama scowls at him, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as he begins to walk faster. leaving the creep behind.

once you guys are a safe distance away he begins to loosen his grip on you but never moves his arm from your shoulder.

"i'm sorry if i woke you up." you start to say.

"why?"

"i don't know, i guess it's because you have such a busy schedule. and i know how much you care about your health and that stuff-"

"but i care about you more." he says bluntly, dark blue eyes staring into yours. "i mean i would much rather be tired at tommorows practice than have you be unsafe." he says with his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. yours do the same at his words.

you continue your walk back to his apartment. he says that after waking him up you owe this to him. of course you can't deny when he offers to give you his t shirt, and when you pull the covers up to your chest and feel his hand snake around your waist and pull you close to him, nose nuzzling into your neck you hear him whisper.

"don't ever worry about bothering me if something like this happens again." he presses a kiss to your neck and you turn around to cup his face and kiss his lips softly. you see the moonlight illuminate his features as you pull back, his eyes half lidded with a smile on his face.

"okay, tobio. goodnight" you say smiling. resting your head onto his chest as he pulls you closer.

#kageyama tobio they could never make me hate you

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A papercraft commission of Zelda from Breath of the Wild/Age of Calamity, featured here with the Bow of Light! I had enormous fun cutting out both her swirling hair and the swirling shapes of the bow's decoration - extra-detailed shapes like that take a long time, but the end result is very satisfying. ^_^ And, of course, I'm always excited to make Legend of Zelda art!

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eSims for Gaza is facing constant eSim shortages.

They get over a thousand requests for connection a day, but their email inbox is regularly sitting at 300-500 eSims. With the bombardment of Rafah and continual internet blackouts, the need for more eSims is particularly urgent.

Even if you have already sent an eSim or donated to an eSim donation drive, there is more you can do. The team is calling for people to campaign in their communities to help spread the word about eSims and encourage donations.

You can help by printing out posters and putting them up in local businesses, on telephone poles and notice boards, or wherever people are likely to see them.

[ID: Poster headed “eSIMs for Gaza” with an illustration of a red poppy, a QR code, and a link to tinyurl.com/gaza-esims; copy reads “Sending eSIMs is an immediate, concrete way to help Gazans on the ground. Scan below to learn how you can get involved.” End ID]

Download color poster (18 x 24")

Download color flyer (8.5 x 11")

Download black and white poster

(For a black and white flyer on A4 / 8.5 x 11" printer paper, just print out the black and white poster: the extra white margin space won't matter.)

Or make your own poster, pamphlet, or protest sign with one of these QR codes:

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20191009 I LIKE HER | timeskip!tsukkishima as your boyfriend

♫ – currently playing… mac demarco

warnings – tsukishima is kind of mean, periods, food, mentions of drinking, throwing up/vomiting, jokes of being stabbed in the stomach, profanities

pairing – tsukishima x fem!reader ☆

a/n – hi guys… hope u enjoy !!

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

#tsukishima rhey could never make me ahte u

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Mipha 🌊

#HELLOOO this is the coolest concept ever i’ve never seen this and i love it #HIJABI MIPHA IS SO CUTE

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7 years of breath of the wild

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“Remember when…”

#so so warm and pretty and comforting that its bittersweet i love if #urghhhhdhd this is so good