#underratedhq

Tsukishima’s slender fingers grasped your wrists in an attempt to pry himself from your grip, grunting as you resisted him.

“I’m not going anywhere dumbass, I just need to take a damn piss,” he grumbled, shifting himself to a seated position at the edge of the bed.

“Take me with you,” you whined, nuzzling into his shoulder blades, your legs now snaking themselves around his lean torso.

“I am not dragging you with me to take a leak, idiot, now let me go. I promise I’ll be back in your arms in a minute.”

With his last statement, Kei’s cheeks burned furiously, unbeknownst to you.

Pushing himself off of the mattress, he groaned as you held on even tighter; “You do realize you’re going to pull my pants down at this rate.”

“Good,” you laughed against his back, clinging on for dear life as he stood up, your koala-form in tow.

Making it four paces from the bed, you shrieked as your hold slipped, dropping to the ground, Tsukki’s grey joggers following in suit.

Without so much as a pause or a glance behind him, Kei stepped out of his pants, trodding his way to the bathroom in nothing but a pair of snuggly fit boxers.

“Nice ass!” you called after him, roaring with laughter as the blond playfully smacked his butt before closing the door behind him.

-

a/n: AHSGS idk when I came up w this but I thought it would be a fun little drabble!! also I love writing anything tsukki bc of my bb @deadontheinsidebut ☺️

a/n: hi there! tysm for requesting bby <3 you didn’t specify if you wanted this in headcanon form or as an actual fic, so I just went ahead and wrote a oneshot! I hope it lives up to your expectations :)

my little masseuse

kuroo tetsurou x reader

word count: 1,132

--

Kuroo plopped down next to you, carelessly tossing a big bag of bread from the canteen on your desk. You looked up from your phone and raised an eyebrow. “You carb loading or something?”

Kuroo feigned offense, pressing a hand to his chest dramatically. “Are you calling me fat, (y/n)?”

“That’s not what I said,” you soothed. Kuroo cracked a smile briefly before your next words. “But now that you mention it…”

The smile dropped off his face as quickly as it had appeared and he snatched the bag off the table. “How rude. I actually bought extra today so I could offer you a curry bun or two, but now I’m not so sure.”

“Wait, hey, hey,” you said, trying to reach over Kuroo’s arm for the bag. “I didn’t mean it. Curry bun please.”

“Mmm,” Kuroo pretended to mull this over for a moment before laughing and tossing you a few of the packaged buns. You ripped into them eagerly, having forgotten your lunch at home that morning. “Only because you’re my favorite girl.”

Mouth full of bread, you felt your face grow warm and hoped the blush didn’t show too badly. It’s not like you tried to keep your huge crush on Kuroo a secret, but… you kind of hoped he didn’t catch on. You two had such a great friendship going, and you were hesitant to throw it all away over some silly schoolgirl crush. Plus, there was no way he liked you back. He was athletic, charismatic, popular, and you… well, you were just you. “I am not your favorite girl. Quit lying.”

“I speak the truth,” Kuroo insisted, and you rolled your eyes before he set another packaged bun in front of you. “Also, d’you think you could open this for me? I’ve had this awful cramp in my right hand all day. Hardly been able to write.”

You furrowed your brow as you neatly opened the package and set it in front of Kuroo, who thanked you and took a huge bite. “Why’s that?”

“I dunno,” he said around a mouthful. You motioned for him to swallow before he continued. “Maybe I slept on it weird? Too much note taking?”

“Too much volleyball, maybe?” you suggested. That’s about all he ever did these days. Volleyball practice, volleyball games, volleyball volleyball volleyball. You couldn’t count the number of hours you’d spent huddled on Kuroo’s couch watching some pro volleyball game with him while he analyzed each play and provided excessively loud and enthusiastic commentary the entire time. You figured you’d probably hate volleyball by now if it wasn’t for that adorable gleam in Kuroo’s eyes whenever he talked about it.

“No such thing,” he scoffed, shoving the rest of the bun into his mouth.

“Mhm,” you said. Then you held out your palm. “Give me your hand.”

“What, are we playing thumb war or something?” Kuroo stared at you suspiciously.

You sighed and gave him a look. “Just do it.”

Kuroo shrugged and gingerly placed his large hand in your small one. He had long, slender fingers with calloused palms and fingertips, the result of years of bumping and spiking and lifting. You began to gently rub small circles across his palm, trying to feel for knots. “Where does it hurt exactly?”

“Uh, a little bit to the left, yeah, like right-- ohhhh,” Kuroo sighed deeply, relaxing his hand as you dug your dexterous little fingers into it. “That feels good…”

You continued massaging, a small smile growing on your face as Kuroo closed his eyes and hummed in contentment. “Is it getting any looser?”

“Much looser,” said Kuroo, rolling his head back with a lazy smile. “Mmmm.”

“Kuroo Tetsurou,” you said, eyebrow cocked, still massaging. “Was that a moan?”

“Maybe,” he said with an impish grin. With his other hand, he brushed his bangs out of his face. “What can I say? I got a pretty girl to look at and a world class masseuse all in one.”

“If you’re getting this turned on over a simple hand massage I’d be scared to know what you’re like when you really get going,” you joked, trying to cover the tremble in your voice. He’d called you pretty in a joking way before, but somehow it seemed different while the two of you were sitting in such close proximity, basically holding hands.

“You’d love to see me when I’m all hot and ready to go,” Kuroo said as you finished the massage. You snorted and rolled your eyes with a small smile. He flexed his fingers experimentally. “Wow, you really are good at this, (y/n). Do you think you could get my shoulders, too?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” you said, moving to stand behind Kuroo. You began working into his shoulders. He certainly had plenty of knots, probably from bending over a desk all day and practicing serves and spikes all afternoon. You also couldn’t help but notice the rolling muscles in his back as you kneaded them. Your heartbeat got a little faster and your cheeks grew a little warmer. You were trying to focus your attention on simply massaging the knots out, but Kuroo’s impressive physique and suggestive comments made it a little difficult.

“You know, I have good hands too,” he said conversationally. “Nimble fingers.”

“Oh?” you said, humoring him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, I could make you feel good, too, (y/n),” he said, adopting a rather suggestive tone. You almost choked on air and dug into Kuroo’s shoulders a little harder than you meant to. He yelped.

“Sorry,” you said, apologetically rubbing the spot you’d tweaked earlier. “You mean you’d give me a massage too?”

“Sure, I could do that,” Kuroo said, leaning back into your chest a little. “Or I could-- ahhhh.”

Kuroo melted into your touch as you rubbed a particularly tight spot at the base of his neck.

“Stop making those noises,” you complained, giving his shoulders a final squeeze. “And stop flirting.”

You sat back down at your seat with a huff, adding under your breath, “Especially if you don’t really mean it.”

“Who said I don’t?” Kuroo raised an eyebrow, stretching his arms high above his head. You flushed and stared at him, struggling to find words. “For your future reference-- I always mean exactly what I say.”

The bell signaling the end of lunch rang, and Kuroo rose to return to his own desk, but not without giving you an overly dramatic stage wink first.

∟ hinata shouyou x f!reader, brother!kageyama tobio | angst, fluff, royalty and deity AU

warnings: sexism, language, canon divergence from kageyama's family, oc inserts for minor characters

chapter word count: 3.27k

masterlist | series masterlist

summary: your people don’t want a queen; they want a king, and a god who can help them win the war. you give them both. in exchange, you wear the kingdom’s finest silks and thread your hair with heavy pearls, and you give to the god the last thing you have to give: yourself.

prologue | i. beasts of burden | ii. boy in the dark | iii. little deaths | iv. the boy king | v. you were a child | bonus. what i am is yours

»»------------- ------------- ------------- ¤ ------------- ------------- -------------«« 

There’s a darkness next to the God, and even from a distance, it sends chills down your spine. 

It’s a darkness that’s alive - the nausea in the pit of your stomach only grows with every pound of your mare’s hooves on the cracked earth bringing you closer. Its body, tar-like, boils and pops with pestilence.

Then the darkness raises an impossibly long arm against the God, bringing it down in a blur, and you can’t help the call that rips itself from your lips. 

“Hinata-sama!”

»»------------- ------------- ------------- ¤ ------------- ------------- -------------««

“Mortal,” the Sun God hisses, hand a vice around the neck of Arbor’s King, “what did you contract?” You watch helplessly as the King of Arbor is lifted above the ground, choking for breath as he struggles. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Hinata’s eyes glint dangerously, a sun a breath before noon, a flame about to reach its white-hot peak. 

The light coalesces where he stands, and you shiver as the skies darken-

- No, not darken, that’s too mild, too passive a word. It feels more as though the Sun God is drawing all the light to him, leaving an empty void in its wake. 

Kiyoko has a tight grip on your arm, and Kindaichi has planted himself before Tobio, who tears his gaze away from the battlefield to level a glare at the knight. “What,” your brother grits out, eyes flashing like the promise of lightning lurking behind thunder clouds, “do you think you’re doing?”

Kindaichi rolls his eyes, and when he next speaks his words are dripping with mockery. “Respectfully stopping you from ruining what Her Highness worked so hard for.”

“It was ruined the moment we decided to rely on a God,” Tobio snaps, and the word, God, falls from his tongue like filth from a newly polished shoe. “It was foolish to place our hopes on someone else-”

You can tell that Tobio’s about to follow with something more scathing, likely blasphemous, but he’s cut off by Kiyoko.

“Don’t,” she warns, and with that knowing edge to her voice, she could be talking to you as much as she is to Tobio. Narrowed eyes survey the chaos before you, “is this not what we wanted?” 

(They’re Sol’s enemy, you remind yourself. 

A distance away, Arbor’s knights fling lances and swords at the God. It’s futile, and they must know it too - the weapons ricochet upon touching the light that envelopes Hinata like a shroud.

This is war. Before your wide eyes, a soldier is skewered by his own sword. 

You’re drowning; the panic rises through your lungs and you can’t keep the ship afloat with your torn sails, with the hole in your sinking hull.

Isn’t this what you wanted? A voice repeats, mocking and childish in a way unlike Kiyoko’s.)

No, you think, as you watch Arbor’s King wheeze for breath, as you glimpse the cruel twist to Hinata’s lips as he tightens his grip, enough to torment but not to kill, not like this. 

*gif not mine*

CHARACTER/S: Miya Atsumu x reader

WARNINGS: angst :”)

GENRE: aNGST ANGST ANGST

WORD COUNT: 930

A/N: okay, so I decided to make one for ALL the setters HSKSGSJSGSJ @iwaixiumi read it after I finished and said that the dialogue suited atsumu more than akaashi, so I went with that. I’ll write Akaashi’s soon😚 hope you like it anon!

Summary: She doesn’t know when or where it began. All the times he would come home late, and all the fights. In a way, she knew he was slowly falling out of love, and she knew she couldn’t do anything about it.

Masterlist

requested by anon!

Maybe it was the constant fighting that lead them here. A dark and quiet apartment, the running water in the bathroom is the only thing you could hear, and the tv, the only source of light. She understood that their 6-year relationship was coming to an end. Keys rattled from the other side of the front door, signaling Atsumu’s arrival. Here we go again she thought to herself as she watched him enter their shared apartment “Hey, ‘Tsumu. I cooked your favorite.” She gave him a smile. A smile that was obviously forced. He nodded and headed straight for the food on the table. She went to the bathroom and turned the running water off. She went back to the living room after checking the water’s temperature.

“Do you know what day it is today, ‘Tsumu?” He looked at you without a single emotion evident in his eyes. “No. It’s probably not important.” His words hurt like knives constantly stabbing her heart. A chuckle escaped her lips before telling him about the occasion. “‘Tsumu, it’s our anniversary! How could you forget?” She tried really hard not to raise her voice, but alas, it couldn’t be helped. Anger was taking over the fragile girl’s emotions. “Sorry, I forgot. We haven’t celebrated our anniversary for the past years so how do you expect me to remember?” The darkness was hiding the glare from his sharp eyes, but she knew that tone. “Are we really gonna fight again?” She whispered ever so quietly, but he could hear her. “You’re the one who keeps picking fights. I’m out here working my ass off and I come home to your yelling!”

“As if I don’t also work? You just come home later than I do because you’re always out drinking with your coworkers! Hell, you might even be on a date with another woman for all I know!” She heard a plate shatter and him stomping towards her. “So what if I do have a woman? Every woman is better than you. I don’t even love you anymore.” She knew it was coming. She knew he was going to drop the bomb soon. The girl who had known the man for a decade now thought he was going to be apologetic because that’s who Miya Atsumu is. She was starting to think that he wasn’t the one in front of her. But, she knew she doesn’t have any other choice but to leave. Her glare had been replaced by a soft gaze. The girl stood up from the couch and headed for their shared bedroom. “I prepared a bath for you. You should go before it turns cold.”

His eyes confused as she said so. He followed her to the bedroom and saw her grabbing a bag, hurriedly stuffing my clothes into the bag. “Where are you going? It’s already late.” She stopped for a moment before telling him what she was planning to do. “I bought an apartment 2 months ago. I’m going there.” Now he was so obviously surprised. He froze in his spot and felt his heart throbbing. “You know, regardless of how badly you were treating me these past few months, before all that shit, you were good to me. Thank you, Miya.” He winced at the way she called him by his surname. He was speechless, he doesn’t know why he said that there was another woman, when clearly, there wasn’t. He doesn’t know why he said he wasn’t in love with you anymore. “Miya, the water’s turning cold. You should go. I’ll be gone before you’re done.” She said, not taking her eyes off the bag as she stuffed the large bag with most of her clothes. He slowly walked away from the room, not knowing why he wasn’t stopping you from leaving.

The girl who was trying to stop her tears from escaping her eyes took out her phone and called a friend. “Suna, can you pick me up? It happened.” the call immediately ended and the man on the other side of the phone had rushed to where she was. It was but a 10-minute drive, but 5 only if rushing. So she figured she should wait outside since there were no problems with the weather. As she was waiting outside, she felt raindrops on her skin- no, she felt tears streaming down her face. Her legs gave up on her and she sat on the ground, sobbing. She just lost the man who gave her all her firsts. 

Suddenly, a blanket was draped on her shoulders. The brunette carried her along with her bag to the messily parked car, ruffled her hair, and drove away.

Inside the bathroom, Miya Atsumu was staring at the wall in front of the tub, wondering about what he would do once she really leaves him. He wasn’t aware that the [h/c] haired girl had already left with Suna. He left the bath after washing up and was greeted by an empty apartment. The silence was hurting his ears and he wondered, did she have to experience this all the time? He took out his phone and dialed her number, unfortunately, it went straight to voicemail. “Hey, [y/n] here! Sorry I couldn’t answer your call. Leave a message after the beep!”

pairing: suna rintarō x reader

warnings: manga spoilers, profanity (saying ass like twice ???)

wc: 678

“My friends have been asking about us. About what we are.” The words come out casually, phone in your hand and whatever was happening on your twitter timeline is more interesting. 

“What’d you say.”  The words also don't incite a physical reaction from the man currently whose head was currently resting on your lap.

“Nothing,” you hum out, using the hand not holding your phone to play in his hair. 

“Hey Rin?.” The sound of his name, causes the man to shift so that he was now looking up at you instead of his own phone. “What the hell are you doing to me. Before you, I was never the secretive type. You remember all my high school relationships.”

The grin that graced his face indicated his remembrance of the time. “Isn’t this better though. No one’s in our business like those annoying twins. No forced obligation to post cheesy pictures.” The feel of his hand slipping under your shirt and resting on your bare back resulted in a soft nod. “But, if you must know, Atsumu asked about us the other day too. He saw the snap on my private story. Said he recognized the outfit from your story earlier.” 

You know what post he’s referring to. You’d gone to see a EJP Mills game to see him play, and had stopped by later that night. You were seated sideways on his lap, as the two of you were supposed to be watching some new Netflix show waiting for your takeout to arrive. Instead, the two of you found yourselves occupied with one another. One arm swung haphazardly over the back of the couch, the other cupping his face bringing his lips to yours. 

The picture had been taken after the doorbell interrupted your make out session. Suna had asked you to get the food, citing that he was too tired. You’d gotten up, fumbling through his wallet that was on his coffee table when a hand landed on your ass, gripping the flesh through your jeans.He’d posted that on his private story, your butt and his hand being the only thing in frame. No hint at who the mysterious person was. He followed the picture up with a video zooming in on your ass as you made your way to the door, muting the video so that your voice couldn’t be heard. It worked for the most part too. A few people he considered friends swiped up with question marks, only to be met with radio silence. 

“What’d you tell him?” Atsumu, was the only person who put two and two together, or at least the only person who cared. You’d been friend’s with Suna since high school, and you’d both met and exchanged social media with the team, including Atsumu.”I didn’t even respond.” You laugh at his response as he sits up from your lap. 

“You could’ve told him that it wasn’t me. That we’re just friends.”

“Aren’t we though. No labels remember.” He whispers lips, now ghosting up and down your neck.

“I suppose you're right. It’s more fun to keep them guessing.” Your hands find themselves back into his hair, a quiet gasp escaping your much, as his lips begin to lightly suck on the skin of your collarbone. “C’mon, Rin, no marks.” You sigh coming back to your senses, tugging his hair until his lidded eyes are back on yours. You thank him by placing a peck on his lips. “You know, I like you right.” Your statement is met with hands pulling you so that you're straddling the man.

“I like you too. And I like how we are now. We’re in a good place right?” Your nod Suna pulls you closer so that you are now cuddling.

“I’ve played all my cards Rin. I’m all in when you are.” The hum and promise of soon causes a content sigh to fall from your mouth. You suppose you two could live in your own bubble for a little while longer. Not having to share him? It wasn’t so bad.

ahh thank you! really glad you like what i write and i hope you enjoy this one <3

++ i didn’t know whether you wanted a headcanon or a drabble/ one-shot so i stuck with headcanon, hope that’s fine :)

it gets really short towards the end i’m sorry ahhh i have no ideas on how to write physique

reactions to having a tall gf

pairing: kuroo/ bokuto/ lev/ oikawa x fem! reader ( separate )

genre: fluff

kuroo tetsurou:

he hasn’t met that many girls who are as tall as him or one who’s pretty close to his height

and he’s not complaining about having a s/o as tall as you because it means that he doesn’t have to bend that low to give you forehead kisses

also means that you can wear his clothes and they won’t be super oversized !!!

he likes to show off the fact that you two are the tall™ power couple

people get really intimidated when they see the both of you lol

and kuroo’s so ridiculously proud of it because it’s another chance to show you off

he’ll be like “thats my girlfriend !!!! she’s really tall isn’t she!!” ( inserts heart eyes emoji because boy is whipped )

when people ask him why he even wants to date a tall girl in the first place he says that he doesn’t matter as long as you love him and he loves you

have i mentioned that he’s absolutely whipped

he always wants to be the big spoon and says it makes more sense because he’s taller

he shows you off but bOy you have no idea how much he teases you about the fact that he’s taller than you 

will do all of the annoying things that tall people do to short people even though you’re not even that short 

“what’s that? oh couldn’t hear you from up here?”

and gives you this devilish grin 

at the end of the day height or not he’s absolutely s o f t for you

bokuto koutaro

he’s the type that will hype you up for literally anything you do !!!!

especially your height uwu

when you feel insecure about your height he can tell straight away

and will be your personal hypeman 

“how did i get such a tall and beautiful girlfriend”

that is the exact thing i would expect him to say ngl

cuddles !!!! are the best !!!!!

because y’all are about the same height ( give or take 10cm ) heh

lev haiba:

y’all would probably start dating because tall people just notice each other yk

either that or there’s not many tall girls and he just notices you for that

like kuroo he will show you off

most probably to the team

yaku kicks him for it

bby just adores you and your height is an added bonus uwu

oikawa tooru:

will show you off

like he’ll be talking about you during practice until iwaizumi’s like “shut up shittykawa”

he’s so proud of you for literally anything???

and when people talk to him about his girlfriend being tall he’s like yes !!!! that’s my girlfriend !!!!!!

Lots of HQ!!writers don’t get recognition, especially if they’re a smaller blog. This blog will help by reblogging all underrated fics under #underratedhq!

If you’re a new writer, don’t get a lot of feedback/notes, writing for an underrated character, or anything else, then please use that hashtag and it will get reblogged! Since haikyuupromos and hqappreciation are inactive (but the people running them aren’t) and haikyuuwriters only reblog a from its members, this blog is meant to promote anyone that really needs their name out there! I’ll reblog any underrated fics under #hqappreciation and #haikyuuwritersnet for the next few weeks, but please use #underratedhq if you actively want your writing reblogged!

Tsukishima x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff/ Imagine

WC: 560

Warnings: a teensy bit spicy at the end so PG-13?

a/n: thank you for requesting bb!!☺️💕

Soft.

That, precisely, was the conclusion Tsukishima Kei had recently come to.

She looked soft. 

Across the worn, mahogany table from him you sat, surrounded by scattered pages of looseleaf, unintelligible scribbles covering the ivory surfaces. Your fingers pattered against the keys of your laptop, gaze flitting back and forth between the cluttered table and the screen. 

Kei chuckled to himself, a small smile grazing his lips as he took in your hunched figure, head so lost in thought that you could not feel weight of his amber irises trained lazily upon your face. 

She looks so warm. 

The honey glaze of the afternoon sun cast across your features, illuminating the dusty rose upon your cheeks as you worked, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Your nose dipped closer to the page, lips twisting into a slight pout as your eyes scanned the italicized text. 

I want to hug her. 

The last thought took him by surprise, bringing an unfamiliar heat to his face as the thumping beneath his woolen sweater grew louder, more persistent. 

His eyes dropped to your collarbone where a petite pendant hung, a golden “K” dangling against the fabric that covered your bust, a muted shade of beige cashmere. 

Tsukishima cursed himself, looking elsewhere with a muffled cough, burning with embarrassment at his own selfish desires. 

“You know, just because I’m not paying attention to you right now is not an invitation to let those eyes wander wherever they please,” you said matter-o-factly, your gaze never slipping from the screen before you. 

This warranted another strangled cough from the blond in front of you, which brought a mischievous little smirk to your lips. 

Laughing softly, you sighed, closing your laptop and beginning to clean up the mess before you. 

“Since you’ve been good enough to wait so patiently, I guess I’ll have to reward you.” The corners of your mouth quirked up in a smile as a look of shock, then excitement crossed his face, quickly hidden by one of feigned disinterest. 

“And why would I want that?” he rebutted, a frown painted on his lips. 

“Oh shut up, you know you do.” 

Grabbing hold of his wrist, you pulled him towards the many rows of bookshelves, zig-zagging your way through the maze of novels and encyclopedias until you reached a lonesome nook, concealed by shelves on each side. 

Tsukishima felt the throbbing within his chest rousing uncontrollably as you stopped in your tracks, turning to face him. 

He truly believed his heart might’ve stopped then and there if you hadn’t restarted it with the plush feel of your lips against his. 

At first, his mouth was hesitant on yours, moving slowly, taking your bottom lip between his, memorizing each millimetre of the blushed skin. His ears pricked up at the sound of your lips meeting, ingrained into his mind like a melody. As you grew more eager, your arms encircling his neck and fingers winding through his hair, he became emboldened, slipping his tongue into your mouth, clutching you tightly against his chest. 

He hummed quietly into your touch, the feeling in his chest melting into a puddle as you giggled quietly against his lips. 

“Maybe we should continue this at home Kei,” you breathed, panting slightly as you met his gaze. 

“Oh no no. No backsies now, Princess. You’re all mine. And I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.” 

-

taglist babies!: @janellion @bokutoskb @stcrryskies @thirsthourdemon @the-kool-aid-man-is-real

my love!!💕@deadontheinsidebut YOUR MAN😉