Tag: tendou

For the supernatural at event, could I possibly get Hunter Ushijima tracking down and destroying the creature who either kills or kidnaps (your choice) his s/o?

Thanks again to Admin Red! Definitely has the vibe of an
episode of Supernatural but I really
enjoyed this one! Warning for violence and death!

“Wakatoshi, she’s gone, someone took her.” Tendou’s words
echo in Ushijima’s ears as he floors the gas, pushing the pedal hard enough
that he won’t be surprised if he breaks it. The needle of the speedometer
progresses, numbers climbing higher and higher as he attempts with every fiber
of his being to get to your last known location before the trail goes cold.

Pulling up to the motel, he throws the car in park then
surges to the room number Tendou provided, his heavy boot making quick work of
the lock. Inside, his red headed fellow hunter whips around, gun drawn but he
sighs in relief as he re-secures it in the belt of his jeans.

“Fuck, Toshi, you have to be more discrete,” he complains.

“Why didn’t you protect her?” snaps the olive eyed male.

Tendou’s eyebrows knit together as a scowl replaces his normal
jovial smirk. “She told me to get something for us to eat while she took a
shower. Would you rather I didn’t listen? Plus, she’s more than able to handle
herself, it must have been blitz attack.”

Ushijima has been in this game long enough to know he
shouldn’t be surprised that any number of supernatural assholes would be
willing to resort to underhanded tricks and dirty methods to gain the object of
their desire. He and Tendou have garnered plenty of enemies in multiple realms
of the earth’s underbelly for him to have no idea where to even start looking.

“Ah!” Satori’s exclamation draws Wakatoshi out of his musings,
his narrowed eyes looking at his friend. “Found it.” In his hand he holds a
piece of the puzzle, a meaty, blood covered piece at that. Satori smirks. “Good
think we just bought all those silver rounds.”

Ushijima nods towards the door, steps hurried with Tendou
right behind him. If that pack has you, they don’t have a lot of time.

“Can’t leave me alone
for ten minutes, fuck! What the hell kind of hunter am I anyway?” you think
darkly, pulling at the chains binding your wrists despite the futility of the
action. Why had you not thought to keep your gun by you at all times? Because
you were exhausted and sleep deprived from your last hunt with the boys. It
wasn’t every day you went up against a creature who could give Freddy Fucking
Kruger a run for his money in terms of dream or rather nightmare manipulation
but really, almost three days without proper sleep would lull anyone’s sense of
guard.

“Anyone except
Wakatoshi,” you amend sighing. Wakatoshi, a man surrounded by his own myth,
a hunter’s hunter. And here you were, partner to said legend, kidnapped by a
bunch of scruffy fucking werewolves; how embarrassing. If you were to survive
this, you wonder if he’ll ever let you out of his sight again.

You’ve known each other for years, ever since you fell into
the hunter life thanks to a run in with a vampire in a dark alley; cliché but
some things can’t be helped. He’d saved you and you’d pledged loyalty to him.
At first, he ignored you, outright told you not to get involved and to leave
him the hell alone. But you were insistent, affirming that now that you knew
this world exists you wanted to do your part to contain it, to control it.

And you’d proven your worth over time, mostly on your own
until he finally relented to allow you to travel with him and Tendou.

Falling in love with him had not been part of the plan. Sometimes,
you think, just maybe he returns your feelings but even after so many long days
and nights by his side, it’s nearly impossible to read him. He’s put up a
strong, sturdy wall, the only one of whom has seen the other side of it being
Tendou and that’s only because they’re practically brothers, raised by a gruff
but loving widow who turned out to be one badass hunter herself.

A sudden cry pulls you out of your considerations, your
heartstrings pulled when you realize the sound is coming from a very young
girl. If she gets out of here alive, you have no doubt she’ll need years of
therapy just to function again.

“Stop crying!” booms the pack leader out of the darkness. A
startled cry erupts through the rest of the caged and chained humans caught by
this pack.

He stalks up to you, clawed finger stroking under your chin
making you hiss. “Be more like this one and maybe you’ll meet your end swiftly.”
Sounds of terror fill the room but he drowns them all out with his grating
laughter. His yellow eyes pierce the darkness drawing your gaze despite your
effort not to look. “Or maybe,” he whispers, breath ghosting over your face, “I
should tell you to be more like them!”
He punctuates his words by drawing a hint of blood to the surface of your skin.

You can’t help it, you spit in his face. “Like hell I will,
you filthy animal!” you shout.

“Bitch,” he roars and it’s the last thing you hear before
blacking out thanks to the strike upon your temple.

“So, I take it you don’t want to call for backup even though
we know there’s 15 in this den,” Tendou drawls out, sliding his clip into
place.

Ushijima answers simply, “No,” drawing his modified automatics.
He’ll put down every single one of these bastards to bring you home safely.

Satori smiles despite the dark tone of the moment. “She’s
probably just chilling out waiting for us to find her. She knows you’d never
let anything happen to her, at least, she would if you’d finally tell her how
you feel.” The slight blush upon his friend’s cheeks is enough to tell Satori he’s
hit the nail on the head. He’s gone long enough, he feels, not voicing an
opinion on the matter. “I tried to let things work out in their own time but
you’re ridiculously slow, Wakatoshi.”

“Let’s just get her,” Ushijima says firmly, cocking his
guns.

They’ve found the den thanks to information acquired from a
newly turned pup. How Tendou could guess at a creature’s identity is beyond
Ushijima’s understanding. Occasionally, he’s wondered at whether the red head’s
moniker of “Guess Monster” is closer to the truth than not but he’s never had the
nerve to ask him out right. Funny, considering he’s fearless when it comes to everything
else.

Save for the possibility that he may not make it to you in
time.

Taking a deep breath, he kicks in the door, two wolves
practically giving themselves whiplash when they look up the stairs at the
intruding hunters. A second later, blood erupts from their backs as two perfect
shots through their hearts hit their mark.

“Silver bullets are expensive as hell, but they certainly
get the job done,” quips Tendou with a sardonic grin.

A piercing howl announces their element of surprise is broken
but it doesn’t matter, Ushijima is a perfect shot and nothing is going to stop
him from getting to you, from gathering you in his arms, from kissing you and finally telling you how he feels.

Stalking through the corridor, Ushijima shoots every
werewolf he happens upon with unerring accuracy. From behind, he can hear
Tendou singing some inane song. “Shoot
them in the head, shoot them in the heart, doesn’t matter where you start, they
all end up dead.” Sometimes he creeps Ushijima out more than that things
they hunt.

From behind another door, he hears wailing and kicks that in
too. The sounds become louder and coupled with them are the unmistakable sounds
of growling and yelps. As he descends, he happens upon three people coming up
the stairs. His initial reaction is to shoot them, but his eyes quickly take in
that they’re still human and none have been bitten. He nods in silent direction
for them to keep going and they comply swiftly, rushing out the door seeking
exit from this hell hole.

Another human, female and looking to be about twenty, rushes
up but this one he stops. “Are there any more down there?” he asks.

“Yes, there’s a young woman, a guy with black hair and a
brunette guy. They’re fighting that thing and told us all to run.”

Without another word, Ushijima launches himself over the
railing, landing and tucking into a roll so as not to damage his feet and
ankles. He’s upright in a flash, guns trained on the fight going on before him.
He can see the black-haired male struggling with a female werewolf, so he
shoots her once in the head before kicking her off of him and finishing the job
with a shot to the heart.

“Thank you,” pants the male before running out.

Glancing around the room, his eyes long adjusted to the
dark, Ushijima can see the carnage of a brutal fight. Blood splatters color the
wall a deep crimson while body parts lie in haphazard piles, previous victims
no doubt. The brunette, it seems, didn’t make it.

Lifting his head, he hollers your name, ears straining to
hear a reply. A cough draws his attention forward, eyes narrowing as he makes
his way towards the noise. Rounding another corner, his eyes widen at the sight
of you sprawled on the ground, clothes soaked in blood and bruises starting to
form on your face.

You’re the most beautiful thing he’s seen all day.

“Ushijima-san?” you grunt, doing your best to get upright.

He surges forward, skidding to his knees and drawing you
into his arms. “I’m here,” he says quietly.

“I knew you’d come,” you whisper, a soft smile on your face
as you look up at him.

One of your eyes is already beginning to swell shut and your
lips are cut badly but he can’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss you
gently. The action startles you, but you fight through the pain and increase
the pressure, thankful to finally know what it’s like to feel his warm lips on
your own.

The sound of steps breaks the moment and Ushijima wraps his
arm more firmly around you, his other raising his gun towards the entrance of
your confinement.

“Wakatoshi!” Satori calls, poking his head in to the
darkened room. It takes a moment but he whips his face in your direction and
you can’t help gasping at his gleeful smile as he sings out, “~They’re all
dead!~”

A sudden wince from you garners both boys’ concern. But
while Ushijima looks in your eyes, Tendou notices the wound on your leg and his
face falls. “Wakatoshi,” he says lowly, “she’s not going to make it.”

“Shut up, it’s just a cut,” Ushijima snaps but your touch eases
the heat of his gaze as he looks back down at you.

“We both know that’s not true,” you say, smiling despite the
tears rising in your eyes. Looking at his other hand, you gingerly wrap your
hand around the barrel of the gun and guide it to your chest.

Satori clears his throat, rushing forward to plant a kiss on
your forehead, whispering, “Sorry kid,” before turning around and leaving the
room. You smile at his back, thankful he’s allowing these final moments with
Wakatoshi to be held in private.

When you meet your gaze back to his, he’s shaking his head. “I
can’t…we,” he pulls the gun away setting it on the ground, “we’ll find a way.
There has to be something we can do.”

“This is our only option, you know that,” you insist picking
up the gun once more to hand it to him but he smacks it away.

“I can’t kill the woman I love!” he shouts. You’ve never
heard his voice so loud, so full of passion and it breaks your heart while
warming it at the same time.

A mirthless chuckle leaves your lips. “Damn you, Ushijima
Wakatoshi, you couldn’t confess at a more opportune time?” you chide.

“Stop it, stop acting like this is the end. Don’t give up! We’ve
overcome so much, we can do this! I can save you!”

Your hands clasp his face, drawing him down into a long,
passionate kiss. The feel of his hand in your blood-soaked hair makes you moan,
heat pooling in your stomach, a longing to have him but there’s no time.
Drawing back, you murmur against his mouth, “I love you too, Wakatoshi. That’s
why it has to be you. I can’t…I won’t
become one of those creatures. I want to die as a human and you have to help
me. Please, help me before it’s too late. I can already feel the transformation
taking hold, it won’t be long now.”

And then, Wakatoshi does something you’ve never seen before;
he cries. It’s silent but you don’t miss the tears trailing down his cheeks. He
chokes out, “There’s got to be a way, there’s a cure for vampirism in the early
stages, there has to be one for this too, we just haven’t found it yet!”

“And knowing you, you will,” you input quickly, turning your
head to cough out more blood, “but it’s too late for me. Now, bring back the
badass I fell in love with and kill me before I change.”

Letting out a shuddering breath, Ushijima stands, picking up
the discarded gun and leveling it at your chest. His eyes go hard, but just
before he pulls the trigger he says, “I love you and I always will.”

The echo of the shot reverberates around the building and as
it dies away he’s left with your lifeless form, alone in the dark.

Outside, Tendou wipes his eyes, unwilling to not be strong
for his friend. He turns at the creak of a step, face set in a grime
countenance as he watches his best friend, his brother, carry your body with
tears rolling down from empty eyes.

If it’s not too much of a burden, can I have shape-shifter Tendou headcanons???? Thank you so much!!

This ended up half head canons, half scenario kind of…I think…either way I hope you like it!

  • Given
    his ability to change into pretty much anything his imagination can conjure,
    Tendou earns the nickname “monster” in no time at all.
    • “You
      aren’t even a real thing!” they cried whenever he’d show his latest idea.
  • Initially
    he doesn’t care, insisting that he changes into what he wants for his own
    enjoyment and that he likes scaring the humans. But that fades away the more
    isolated he becomes.
  • The
    damage done, even his attempts at shifting into “normal” every day creatures
    are met with hostility.
    • “Why
      would you ever think you could pass as a real butterfly?” one tormentor
      taunted.
    • “Hey,
      maybe we should become birds and tear those wings apart!”
  • Tendou
    eventually left the commune, opting to take his chances in the human world
    amongst those he formerly sought entertainment from in the form of scaring them
    shitless in the night and causing them to question their sanity.
  • Joining
    the volleyball team allowed him an energy outlet, so much so he barely misses
    shifting anymore. He uses his “spidey” senses for his guess block every once in
    a while, but can’t do it too often to full capacity since people may become
    suspicious.
  • Unfortunately
    for him, you are such a person, easily pegging that something is “off” about
    the boy with the red hair. And really, what human’s hair is naturally that
    color?
  • You
    corner him one day after school, pushing his lanky body into a storage closet
    and locking the door.

“What
are you?” you ask. Tendou’s
breath catches, eyes going wide and his pulse races. He gathers his wits
quickly but its already too late.

“Don’t
lie to me, I know you’re hiding something.”

“Don’t
you think it’s dangerous to isolate yourself with someone, or something, you don’t know a damn thing
about?” he snaps reaching for the door.

A
hand on his wrist stops him, his eyes meeting yours. “I know what it’s like to
feel alone. So, go ahead, your secret will be safe with me.”

Sighing
he steps back. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He opts to shift into a dragon, a
small one, but if he’s going to do this, he might as well go for broke.
He is
not prepared for your gasp of
pleasure, for your hands to caress his scales, for an utterance of “so
beautiful” to fall from your lips. When
you meet his red eyes you ask, “Can you fly?” A nod. “Will you take me?”

He
shifts back to his human form, standing up to his full height. Hands on your
shoulders, he leans down, face inches from yours. “I will, but it’ll cost you.”

“Anything,”
you affirm.

“A
kiss-“ he barely got the word out before your lips are on his. Caught up in the
moment, Tendou’s arms wrap around your waist drawing your bodies flush
together.

“Satori-kun,
I…I always believed your kind existed but nobody believed me,” you whisper. You
feel him tense with fear, apprehension that you’ll tell his secret to prove
your conviction correct surging forward despite your former promise to keep it.
“Shhhhh,” you coo, “I’m not sharing you with anyone.” He
may or may not shift into cat every night to gain uninhibited access to your
room, shifting back upon the dawn and making his way back home.

@nsfwhaikyuu-knb

Tendou – Safe Haven

vball-baes-bball-babes:

So, B over at @guessmonsta had a rough day and in efforts to
draw up her spirits I present a slightly melancholy but overall silly piece
featuring her fave boy: Tendou Satori. Hope you feel better B!

“Tendou, you’re Princess Peach, get your ass over here!”
shouts Semi.

“Oh you are so going down, pretty boy,” Tendou exclaims
hopping over the back of the second, or possibly third, hand couch in his dorm.
He lands heavily next to Semi, his former teammate sending him a glare.

“Says the one currently playing a character sporting pink,”
retorts the blonde.

“Tch, for your information, pink happens to be my favorite
color! Plus, Peach is a badass! Make no mistake, she will fuck you up on the
track,” Tendou quips, selecting the motorcycle as his choice for race vehicle.

Semi, Reon and Goshi all make their own selections, they
being Mario, Bowser and Toad respectively.

“Heh, did you choose Toad to match the aesthetic of your
hair cut?” Tendou asks.

“Screw you fire head, let’s just get to racing so I can wipe
the track with your ass,” Goshiki shoots back.

Tendou laughs as the timer counts down to zero, each of
their representative characters jumping off the starting line with the press of
the green button. The race is fierce and filled with flying shells, mushroom
speed bursts and loud curses from all participants.

“So where’s Toshi?” Tendou asks through a hiss as Peach
barely dodges an oil slick.

“Couldn’t make it, practice,” Reon answers shortly, thumbs
moving with practiced ease sending Bowser into a perfect drift.

“Shit, can’t that guy ever get a break?”

“You know him Tendou, it’s all volleyball, all the time.
Especially after last year,” Semi comments, cursing a second later when he gets
hit with yet another red shell from
Toad. “How the fuck are you getting so many of those?!”

“They’re pity shells cause he’s in last place,” Tendou
smirks.

“Oh yeah? Pity this!” Goshiki yells, launching a blue shell
which takes out both Peach and by proximity Bowser, leaving just Mario as the
last obstacle to his glory. There’s no way the others can catch up now and with
one last screech around a bend, Toad emerges victorious with a perfectly timed
mushroom boost.

“Damn it!” Semi shouts, throwing down the controller.

“Hey! Careful with those, I got this second hand you know,”
Tendou complains taking a sip of soda.

A knock at the door draws all their attention, Tendou
standing to open it since they’re in his dorm. “Probably the pizza guy,” he
calls over his shoulder, unnecessary considering they’re in a single room
together. When he opens it, it’s to find a rather cute, but annoyed looking
girl standing in the hall. “Definitely not the pizza guy,” he comments lowly.

“What? You know what, never mind, I don’t care,” she snips.
Fixing fierce eyes on him she goes on, “Do you think it possible for you to
keep it down? There are some in this hall trying to actually get work done
around here.”

Tendou leans against the threshold, crossing his arms.
Smiling he replies, “Working is for classrooms and libraries, where else are we
supposed to unwind?”

“The bar? A club? Hell, go back to your parents’ basement
for all I care, just keep the noise down!”

Tendou’s smile widens; he likes her snark. “One, we’re under
age still so no bars. Two, do we,” he points behind him to the guys now
watching the proceedings, “look like the clubbing type to you? I think not. And
three, as long as we’re throwing around stereotypes here, why don’t you take
your self-centered, eldest child, type A personality and chill the fuck out? We
just got out of high school, time to live a little before we hook on the ball
and chains of responsible society, don’t you think?’

As he’s been talking, her cheeks have been growing steadily
redder and redder with each point he nails on the head. Tendou likes a good
battle of wits and insults and this little lady had no idea whose door she was
pounding on when she attempted to exert a guilt trip.  Her mouth opens to retort, only for the pizza
guy to finally arrive.

“Order for Tendou Satori?” he asks looking between them.

“That’s me! Oi, you lot of losers! Gimme your penance,” he
says, hand out to receive money from Semi and Reon after which he draws the
remaining balance from his own wallet. Handing the guy the money, along with a
small tip because he’s not a complete asshole, Tendou passes the two pizzas
to Semi who takes them to his desk. Looking back at the girl still fuming
outside his door he grins.

“I’d offer for you to join us but since you’re a no-nonsense
type, I’m sure it will be a waste of breath. Have a good night.” He’s about to
shut the door when her hand slams against it startling him. “You’re a dick,”
she glowers. There’s a pause and he can’t wait to see what comes next. Taking a
deep breath, she looks up into his eyes. “But you’re also right.” Tendou’s so
stunned he almost falls over. With less hostility and a slightly shakier tone
she goes on, “I…I’d really like that…if you’re serious.”

He blinks, unsure what exactly just happened but steps to
the side, silently offering her entrance. A moment later, he’s introduced all
of them, including himself properly, before they settle to consume their meal
of cheese, carbs and grease.

“Being an adult, or at least transitioning into one, sucks,”
she comments around a bite of pizza.

“Amen to that,” Reon replies toasting his slice with hers.

“So, what’re you studying?” Semi asks politely.

“Chemistry, it’s a bitch.”

“Shit, you must be a genius or something. I’m barely making
it through my general ED, still tryin’ figure out what I wanna do,” Goshiki
remarks.

“Hey! No gloom and doom talk here, guys! This is our time to
shut out the rest of the world and just have fun! To forget our problems and worries,”
Tendou proclaims. Deftly he slides the controller into their new companion’s
hands, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

“You gotta earn your keep sweetheart, that pizza doesn’t pay
for itself you know.”

Leaning forward, she bops his nose. “Bring it on, pretty
boy.”

Semi laughs uproariously at the look on Tendou’s face as his
cheeks heat up but the red head recovers quickly, sliding next to her with a
controller of his own. The race is intense, but she emerges victorious,
whooping and hollering about her win.

“Hey, you might wanna keep it down, I hear there’s a warden
about these halls,” Tendou teases.

“Then we’ll just tell them to go fuck themselves. It’s our
time to be young and alive, right?”

He grins, shoving his shoulder into hers. “You got it,
warden.”

“Shut up and race, pretty boy.”

And for the rest of the night into the wee hours of the
morning, Tendou, Semi, Reon and Goshiki provide what she never knew she needed.
A safe haven away from the responsibilities and expectations piled on her till
she can’t breathe. They let her laugh and curse and belch without judgement.
They tease and mock her, treating her quickly like one of their own.

But most of all, they allow her to just be a “kid”.

This was posted a bit later last night and it’s another piece I’m actually pretty proud of since sometimes I feel like I struggle with dialogue and this came out pretty much exactly how I wanted. So I’m reblogging cause I’m happy with it.

Tendou – Safe Haven

So, B over at @guessmonsta had a rough day and in efforts to
draw up her spirits I present a slightly melancholy but overall silly piece
featuring her fave boy: Tendou Satori. Hope you feel better B!

“Tendou, you’re Princess Peach, get your ass over here!”
shouts Semi.

“Oh you are so going down, pretty boy,” Tendou exclaims
hopping over the back of the second, or possibly third, hand couch in his dorm.
He lands heavily next to Semi, his former teammate sending him a glare.

“Says the one currently playing a character sporting pink,”
retorts the blonde.

“Tch, for your information, pink happens to be my favorite
color! Plus, Peach is a badass! Make no mistake, she will fuck you up on the
track,” Tendou quips, selecting the motorcycle as his choice for race vehicle.

Semi, Reon and Goshi all make their own selections, they
being Mario, Bowser and Toad respectively.

“Heh, did you choose Toad to match the aesthetic of your
hair cut?” Tendou asks.

“Screw you fire head, let’s just get to racing so I can wipe
the track with your ass,” Goshiki shoots back.

Tendou laughs as the timer counts down to zero, each of
their representative characters jumping off the starting line with the press of
the green button. The race is fierce and filled with flying shells, mushroom
speed bursts and loud curses from all participants.

“So where’s Toshi?” Tendou asks through a hiss as Peach
barely dodges an oil slick.

“Couldn’t make it, practice,” Reon answers shortly, thumbs
moving with practiced ease sending Bowser into a perfect drift.

“Shit, can’t that guy ever get a break?”

“You know him Tendou, it’s all volleyball, all the time.
Especially after last year,” Semi comments, cursing a second later when he gets
hit with yet another red shell from
Toad. “How the fuck are you getting so many of those?!”

“They’re pity shells cause he’s in last place,” Tendou
smirks.

“Oh yeah? Pity this!” Goshiki yells, launching a blue shell
which takes out both Peach and by proximity Bowser, leaving just Mario as the
last obstacle to his glory. There’s no way the others can catch up now and with
one last screech around a bend, Toad emerges victorious with a perfectly timed
mushroom boost.

“Damn it!” Semi shouts, throwing down the controller.

“Hey! Careful with those, I got this second hand you know,”
Tendou complains taking a sip of soda.

A knock at the door draws all their attention, Tendou
standing to open it since they’re in his dorm. “Probably the pizza guy,” he
calls over his shoulder, unnecessary considering they’re in a single room
together. When he opens it, it’s to find a rather cute, but annoyed looking
girl standing in the hall. “Definitely not the pizza guy,” he comments lowly.

“What? You know what, never mind, I don’t care,” she snips.
Fixing fierce eyes on him she goes on, “Do you think it possible for you to
keep it down? There are some in this hall trying to actually get work done
around here.”

Tendou leans against the threshold, crossing his arms.
Smiling he replies, “Working is for classrooms and libraries, where else are we
supposed to unwind?”

“The bar? A club? Hell, go back to your parents’ basement
for all I care, just keep the noise down!”

Tendou’s smile widens; he likes her snark. “One, we’re under
age still so no bars. Two, do we,” he points behind him to the guys now
watching the proceedings, “look like the clubbing type to you? I think not. And
three, as long as we’re throwing around stereotypes here, why don’t you take
your self-centered, eldest child, type A personality and chill the fuck out? We
just got out of high school, time to live a little before we hook on the ball
and chains of responsible society, don’t you think?’

As he’s been talking, her cheeks have been growing steadily
redder and redder with each point he nails on the head. Tendou likes a good
battle of wits and insults and this little lady had no idea whose door she was
pounding on when she attempted to exert a guilt trip.  Her mouth opens to retort, only for the pizza
guy to finally arrive.

“Order for Tendou Satori?” he asks looking between them.

“That’s me! Oi, you lot of losers! Gimme your penance,” he
says, hand out to receive money from Semi and Reon after which he draws the
remaining balance from his own wallet. Handing the guy the money, along with a
small tip because he’s not a complete asshole, Tendou passes the two pizzas
to Semi who takes them to his desk. Looking back at the girl still fuming
outside his door he grins.

“I’d offer for you to join us but since you’re a no-nonsense
type, I’m sure it will be a waste of breath. Have a good night.” He’s about to
shut the door when her hand slams against it startling him. “You’re a dick,”
she glowers. There’s a pause and he can’t wait to see what comes next. Taking a
deep breath, she looks up into his eyes. “But you’re also right.” Tendou’s so
stunned he almost falls over. With less hostility and a slightly shakier tone
she goes on, “I…I’d really like that…if you’re serious.”

He blinks, unsure what exactly just happened but steps to
the side, silently offering her entrance. A moment later, he’s introduced all
of them, including himself properly, before they settle to consume their meal
of cheese, carbs and grease.

“Being an adult, or at least transitioning into one, sucks,”
she comments around a bite of pizza.

“Amen to that,” Reon replies toasting his slice with hers.

“So, what’re you studying?” Semi asks politely.

“Chemistry, it’s a bitch.”

“Shit, you must be a genius or something. I’m barely making
it through my general ED, still tryin’ figure out what I wanna do,” Goshiki
remarks.

“Hey! No gloom and doom talk here, guys! This is our time to
shut out the rest of the world and just have fun! To forget our problems and worries,”
Tendou proclaims. Deftly he slides the controller into their new companion’s
hands, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

“You gotta earn your keep sweetheart, that pizza doesn’t pay
for itself you know.”

Leaning forward, she bops his nose. “Bring it on, pretty
boy.”

Semi laughs uproariously at the look on Tendou’s face as his
cheeks heat up but the red head recovers quickly, sliding next to her with a
controller of his own. The race is intense, but she emerges victorious,
whooping and hollering about her win.

“Hey, you might wanna keep it down, I hear there’s a warden
about these halls,” Tendou teases.

“Then we’ll just tell them to go fuck themselves. It’s our
time to be young and alive, right?”

He grins, shoving his shoulder into hers. “You got it,
warden.”

“Shut up and race, pretty boy.”

And for the rest of the night into the wee hours of the
morning, Tendou, Semi, Reon and Goshiki provide what she never knew she needed.
A safe haven away from the responsibilities and expectations piled on her till
she can’t breathe. They let her laugh and curse and belch without judgement.
They tease and mock her, treating her quickly like one of their own.

But most of all, they allow her to just be a “kid”.

headcanons/reactions/etc (idk the terminology lol) for s/o (who already has tattoos, not her first time) wanting to get matching tattoos with Lev, Bokuto, Tendou, Semi, Goshiki please if that’s not too many!

I went with reactions and pictures for this one because FUN!
I hope you like them.

Lev 

He doesn’t remember exactly when he started calling you his “little
koi” but enthusiastically agrees to your suggestion to get matching koi fish
tattoos on your wrists. To make it even better, you decide to have his be “yin”
and yours “yang”.  You’ve complimented
and helped to balance one another so having a symbol of this truth out in the
open for all to see means a lot to him.

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Bokuto

It was actually his
suggestion because he loves you so damn much that he wants a literal permanent
mark on you showing that you’re his and what better way to do that than not
just a tattoo but matching tattoos? Picks
out a simple owl design symbol that is inked onto your ankles with the words “owl
always love you” written beneath. Sure, it’s corny and in a place most likely
only to be seen by each other, but you don’t care, because you know it’s there.

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Tendou

Initially is hesitant. His experience with relationships has
not been the most positive and despite you proving to him over and over you’re
in this for the long haul he still asks, “Are you sure?” what feels like a
million times. You finally shut him up with a fierce kiss, eyes dancing with
mirth as you threaten to pick out the cutesiest image you can find if he doesn’t
get a grip. He does, gripping you tightly and finally smiling. He opts for a
steampunk lock (for him) and key (for you).

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Semi

Doesn’t want to seem too excited but is pretty much doing
backflips in his mind at your suggestion/request. Spends days designing the
image himself, completely set on making sure its unique to the two of you. When
it’s finished, he has the tattoo artist split the image so the dragon in on his
hand and the phoenix is on yours. 

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Goshiki

Pretty much loses his mind that you’d want to get matching
ink, dragging you to the tattoo parlor before the idea is even fully voiced. The
two of you spend hours pouring over all the options before finally deciding on
black swans, male and female, to be inked on to backs of each of your
shoulders.  

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Tendou meets his fem s/o at candy shop where he jobs! Or occasionally he just surprise her with some sweets (maybe on her desk or something like that). You choose! :3

sfw-haikyuu-nsfw:

Freaking, I love this so much, Anon! And all I can think of is that song Candy Man by Christina Aguilera! But I just love the image of Tendou working in a candy shop and helping little kids pick out their favorite sweets! ADORBS.

Enjoy, Anon!

There was a part of him that felt ridiculous, but then there was also the part of him that couldn’t have thought of a better way of expressing how he felt about her. Especially when Tendou thought back to the very first time he saw her; the bells of the shop jingling cuing his response of a greeting despite not having laid eyes on her yet. And he wouldn’t until she approached him with questions as to the whereabouts of a particular kind of lollipop.

Falling in love at first sight had always been such a joke to him; that was until his eyes met with hers. With his heart beating hard against his chest, he was hardly aware of how his body kicked in to autopilot in order to answer her request. There was more he wanted to say to her, but what could he say to a stranger that was also a customer in the store he was working at?

He considered it to be a sign of fate when he witnessed her walking through the halls of his own school the following day. Stopping in the hallway and smacking Ushijima in the chest had been a subconscious action, he didn’t even know how to describe it when he was questioned about it later. All he knew was that the fluttering in his stomach could surely not be ignored.

And maybe it was a stupid idea, but Tendou had finally convinced himself that it was good enough. With a little help from some ribbon, glue, and Semi’s critiquing, he was able to piece together a bouquet of lollipops – the same ones she had been looking for. A note, which he found himself staying up most of the night rewriting, clung to a single stem. The final touches set into place by shaking hands just before walking onto campus with it.

Placing it on her desk was a completely different feat all in itself. And considering he had been standing outside the door of her classroom far longer than he should’ve been, he wondered if she was going to see it at all. It had been a stupid idea after–

“How adorable,” the voice caused him to turn, lollipop bouquet shoved roughly against his own chest as his heart beat wildly. This had not been part of the plan. She was not supposed to see him with it before seeing it herself. “Who are they for?”

“You,” he answered quickly, still holding them tightly against his own body. When he felt the heat rising to his cheeks, he pushed them out towards her next, throat working around what to say next, “for you.”

Watching as her hands reached forward, fingers brushing against his own as they swapped grasps, the smile that spread wide across her face was worth every worry that had settled in his belly. And when her glittering eyes met with his, soft words of ‘thank you’ on her lips, he knew that whatever feelings he had towards her would always be worth it.

This is some of the best Tendou fluff I’ve ever read! So, so cute!!

Tendou! Your hair is fab. We match! It’s a nice color. Jealous that yours is natural though, I have to dye mine :P

*Tendou walks around you looking at your hair* “Dyed? Really?*Averts his eyes, rocking on his feet* “I…uh…I
really like it. Kinda surprised you’d choose
this color, I mean, mine’s brought me nothing but trouble.” *Looks back at you with a small smile* “But
with you around, I don’t mind mine so much anymore.”

Hope I can talk to Tendou, I want to ask him why is he so cuuuuteeee and lovable (灬♥ω♥灬)

*Tendou looks over one
shoulder then the other, finally looking back at your face, searching for
deception* “Wait, when you said “he”, you meant me?” When you nod his eyes
go wide with surprise. “You think I’m cute?” Another nod. “And loveable?” More
nodding. “Didn’t see that coming,” he mutters, but smiles ever so slightly. “I
don’t really know, why don’t you tell me?”

For the bad boy AU: TendouXReader. She shows up to a party she isn’t supposed to thanks to her best friend even when Tendou literally order her not to get involve with the people he is involved with, and some guys end up cornering her, and Tendou ends up getting in a fight with them. Thankss babee. I hope this wasn’t too much. You know I can’t control myself with this boy.

When I imagined this AU, I didn’t really take into
consideration how dark it could be, so I apologize if I’m running more in that
vein maybe than people were wanting or expecting. I will try to set warnings so
people know which posts to avoid.

Warning: Depictions of violence and harsh language.

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You shouldn’t be here, you really, really shouldn’t be here,
crowded into a dark corner watching as the house you’ve been drug to
by your supposed best friend continues to fill up with more and more people.
For the most part, they don’t look too threatening, the majority people who
heard through the grapevine about a “killer house party” in the neighborhood.
Which is how you, a fringe member of the Shiratorizawa gang, ended up surrounded
by Aoba Josai knights. It isn’t because you want
to be here, it’s because you felt you had to…to protect your best friend…who is
currently making out with a boy whose name you’re fairly sure she doesn’t know.

At best, it’s uncomfortable being the only Shiratorizawa
member here and at worst, dangerous because of the bad blood between Aoba Josai’s
leader and your own. But you won’t leave her and so you stand quietly trying
to blend into the wall to wait until she’s done having her thrill.

Being the girlfriend of a high ranked gang member, you have
a better understanding of the goings-on behind the scenes, the reality of the
violence behind the romanticized notion of being with a bad boy or girl. But
you wouldn’t trade Tendou for the world; he treats you like a queen which is
why not only are you dealing with feelings of irritation and nerves, but guilt.
Because he told you never to come here and you can see why in the form of two
members who’ve spotted you.

It was stupid, really, to place yourself in a section of the
room with no quick exit, no way to get out if you were cornered and that’s
exactly what you are.

“Well, well, well,” one of them says, smoothly sidling up to
you, voice dripping with attempted seduction, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. What’s yer name,
sweetheart?”

“I…um…that is,” you stutter, knowing that to give your name
would be suicide in this den of lions.

He chuckles, leaning closer into your space. “What’s the
matter? Cat got yer tongue?”

You shake your head rapidly, crowding back further against
the wall only encouraging him to step closer but when he catches sight of
your necklace, the one with a beautiful white swan, he lets out a bark of
laughter loud enough to catch others’ attention. His eyes narrow, fingers
coiling around your wrist like a snake and you feel your pulse thundering in
your veins. “You’re really stupid to have come here, bird brain.”

His sharp tug has you crying out in surprise, body flying
from the dark corner to a suddenly very and unfortunately bright room. “Looks
like we’ve caught ourselves a stray swan,” he bellows loudly bringing more eyes
to stare and burn upon your skin.

“They’re sending bitches to do their recon now? How far the
mighty have fallen,” another pipes up from the couch. You look up, imploring
your friend to go get help. Somehow she reads your mind and scrambles off before anyone really sees her.

Turning your attention back to your abuser you say as
strongly as possible, “I’m not here on recon, I was with my friend but we were
just leaving.”

Another grabs you by the collar, hauling you to your feet, a
deep dark sneer on his face. “I don’t think so, baby cakes, you’ve got a lot of
nerve comin’ here and you ain’t leavin’ till we say so.”

“What do you want-“ you begin but are cut off by another
exclamation, this time from a female voice.

“It’s her! She…she belongs to the monster!”

The one holding you looks in your eyes, grin spreading to a
maniacal width. “Oh, this is just too
good. I owe that freak some pay back.” He flicks out a knife making you
whimper in fear which he devours like a hungry wolf. You feel the cold press of
steel against your cheek followed by a stinging heat as he slashes down,
drawing a thin red line upon the smoothness of your skin.

“Let’s send the monster a carved-up swan as a present,” he
declares, the series of hoots and hollers in agreement making your blood run cold.
Just as more are closing in, a loud outburst of surprise is the only warning
you get when your abuser is wrenched violently backwards sending you to the floor.

“What the fuck!” shouts another, the distinct sound of fist to flesh meeting your ears. 

More jostling, more shouting, some screams from the girls
still in the room. You turn around on  hands and knees, horrified to see
Satori surrounded by knights. A second later, one of them falls to the ground
clutching his stomach, followed by another being flung into the couch toppling
it backwards. Watching Satori fight, you’re suddenly very aware of how he came
to be known as “the monster.”

His hair is wilder, made so by the attempted grabs and pulls
from his opponents, his eyes blown so wide in his fury that you fear he’ll pop
a vessel. His teeth are grit, grim determination in his countenance as he takes
on knight after knight, some getting good hits in before they’re tossed or
kicked aside. Anyone else at this point would have been overwhelmed but Satori’s
instincts in fighting and his ability to guess from where the next attack will
come are frightening. He catches punches that should have met with his face,
avoids leg sweeps like he’s skipping rope and manages to connect what look
like flailing limbs to their targets with shocking precision.

But even he can’t keep this up forever and the two of you
are surrounded. Eventually some knights corner him, locking his arms out
leaving two others to punch and kick him viciously, your screams of protest and
begging to stop falling on deaf ears.

“What the fuck is going on here!” a voice bellows from the stairwell
and all motion ceases, attention turning to the second in command of Aoba Josai
as he descends the stairs. Iwaizuimi reaches the bottom landing, eyes narrowing
when he sees just who it is his gang has in their clutches.

Racing forward, you startle him when you fall to your knees
and bow. “Please, Iwaizumi-senpai, make them stop. We’re sorry, I’m sorry, for
being here. I was with my friend…and…I didn’t want to be here but she did and-“

“Be quiet,” he orders roughly. Looking at his underlings,
Iwaizumi flicks his wrist, the motion like the unlocking of a key because the
next second Satori is released. “Get what’s yours and get out,” he directs to
him.

Tendou stands up, blood running down his temple and hauls
you to your feet. He’s beat to hell but you’re the one struggling to stand so
he draws you into his arms in a cradle. Looking at your face which will no doubt be
sporting a scar, he flicks his gaze to the one who cut you.

“Watch your back, pretty boy, this isn’t over,” he growls
and walks out.

When the door shuts, Iwaizumi breaks up the party, sending
the rough and rowdies to get their punishment from Kyotani for acting without
orders. As he retreats  to the sanctity of his office, Tooru’s voice from the door way of his gives him pause. “And what was that all about?”

Glancing in the room, Iwaizumi sighs heavily. “I think we’d better
prepare for a rumble, the monster isn’t going to take his girl getting cut
lightly.”