#tsukishima and the moon

[whisperofwonder]

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Parenting with various Haikyuu men - sometimes you're the good cop, sometimes you're the bad cop.

Featuring: Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader, Oikawa Tooru x reader, Tsukishima Kei x reader (okay, you're both kind of the bad cop in this one), Hinata Shouyou x reader

(Reader is referred to as Mom in Tsukishima's, the rest are gender neutral)

Ushijima Wakatoshi

You've just gotten home from the grocery store, and are attempting to put the groceries away while simultaneously preventing an all-out fist fight in the middle of the kitchen over the box of applesauce pouches. It's just the kind of day it's been.

Another shriek splits the air, and you massage your aching temples wearily. Normally, your son and daughter get along pretty well, but today is one of those days when neither of them is in a very good mood, and they've been taking it out on each other all day. Refereeing has become exhausting, and the headache pounding in your skull isn't making things any easier. The sound of the door latch has never been more welcome.

"What is all the yelling about?" The sound of your husband's deep voice immediately silences the squabble, your two children suddenly blinking up at him with the box still clutched between them. Oh, you are so jealous of this ability Wakatoshi has. "Applesauce?" He asks incredulously, plucking the box from their fingers and looking down at them with a frown.

"Sorry, Dad," They chorus meekly.

"Why don't you go to your rooms?" He suggests, in a voice that doesn't invite any arguments. "Start thinking about your actions today, because we'll be having a discussion about it later." They glance at each other before silently turning to do as they're told.

You sigh at the sound of their bedroom doors closing. "Tough day?" Wakatoshi asks, voice turning soft in a way that's only ever reserved for you and the kids. He cups your cheek in his hand, and you nod against it, leaning into his touch.

"Just what I said in the text," You murmur, referring to the exasperated message you'd sent him earlier that afternoon. "They've been at each other's throats all day. I wish I could manage them like you do."

"You do just fine," He runs his hand down your arm comfortingly. "I know they respect you and love you very much."

You nod again, though you're struggling to believe it right at the moment. "I just don't have your gift," You shrug, managing a small smile now that he's home and doing this with you.

"That's why we're a team," He says matter of factly, finally drawing you to him and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I'll get you some pain pills for that headache. After they kick in, we'll have a talk with them together."

"Thank you," You say softly, leaning in for one more kiss. You truly can't imagine doing this with anyone else.

Oikawa Tooru

You've just finished cutting the second apple and put the slices on the plate when your husband dances into the kitchen, your daughters bobbing behind.

"Okay," He sticks his head in the freezer, rummaging around a bit before pulling something out. "Who wants fudge ripple?" He holds up the carton of ice cream as your daughters bounce on their toes.

"Me! Me!" They wave their hands excitedly.

"Tooru," You say his name quietly, gesturing to the apples you'd just finished plating. "We're having apples for a snack tonight," You announce more loudly, plucking the box from your husband's fingers and tucking it back in the freezer.

"But Daddy said we could have ice cream!" The oldest pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Did he?" You ask lightly, quirking an eyebrow at your husband, who shrugs sheepishly. "Did you happen to tell him that we had ice cream this afternoon after we went to the park?"

Suddenly very interested in her toes, she murmurs, "No."

"Oops," He says quietly, shrugging and mouthing a sorry over the tops of their heads. You shake your head with a sigh.

"Sounds like we're having apples tonight, my loves," He says quickly, corralling them to the table to have a seat as you set down the plate of apples. "Why don't you tell me about what kind of ice cream you got this afternoon?" They sulk, but by the time they're tucked in bed, the incident seems mostly forgotten.

"Sorry about the ice cream thing," He apologizes after you've tucked yourself on the couch next to him. "They're sneaky!"

"They certainly are," You huff a soft chuckle, "I wonder where they got it from?" You muse, elbowing him gently in the side.

"Hey," He pouts, a mirror of your girls' pouting faces from earlier. "I won't be tricked next time." He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"We'll see about that," You murmur, knowing your daughters too well to be convinced, but too comfortable pressed against Tooru to care.

Tsukishima Kei

"It's just not fair!" Your son huffs, stomping louder than necessary through the kitchen. "You said Kaito could come over this afternoon, but now all of a sudden he can't?" He's glaring at you across the room.

"I said he could come over if you cleaned your room," You correct, "And you obviously haven't."

"What if I clean it now? Really quick?" He begs, "Then I don't have to tell him you lied to me."

You open your mouth, trying to formulate a response to that twisted logic, when Kei's office door opens.

"No," He says firmly, and your son turns to him, but can't get a word in before he continues. "Kaito is not coming over today, especially after the way you just spoke to your mother. I know you're smarter than that."

"But-" He says weakly, snapping his mouth shut when your husband's lips press into a thin line.

"I know you're not talking back to me as well." He says icily. "First, apologize to Mom. Then you can go clean your room from top to bottom. I want to hear the vacuum running."

Your son nods slowly. "Okay." He turns dutifully and looks at you. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"Thank you," You accept his apology with a nod, and that quickly he's off to his room. You close your eyes for a few moments, trying to quiet your exasperation.

"Sorry I butted in," Kei speaks from beside you though you hadn't heard him move across the room. "I just couldn't stop myself after what he said." His hand goes to the back of your neck, gently massaging the tense muscles there.

"It's fine," You sigh, "It was kind of getting away from me," You admit with a wry smile.

"Sometimes I wonder if this some sort of punishment for what an asshole I was as a kid," He says with a smile pulling at his lips, and you can't help the laughter that bubbles out.

"Well, I'm not sure what I did to deserve it, because I was a perfect angel," You reply smugly, pressing in to kiss him before he can argue.

Hinata Shouyou

You've been hearing slightly suspicious sounds for the last few minutes, but a sudden crash is finally enough to make you put down the shirt you're folding and follow the sound, dreading what you'll find.

"It didn't break!" Your daughter is saying, setting one of the lamps back up on the end table. A volleyball rolls to a stop at your feet, and you look from it to your daughter and your husband.

"Please tell me this isn't what it looks like," You say in a measured voice, "Because it looks like you were playing volleyball in my house." It's hard to say which of them looks more frightened.

"We weren't playing volleyball!" She pipes up nervously, "Dad was just showing me how to dig a spike like the one Bokuto-san made in yesterday's match."

"Oh?" You turn to your husband, who looks like he'd willingly jump in a hole if it were to open up in the floor. "Shouyou," Your voice is still even, which seems to make him squirm even more. "Can you tell me why, for even a moment, that seemed like something to do in the living room?"

"I, uh, didn't think about it?" He releases a nervous chuckle. "It wasn't her idea at all, I swear. It was all me." He valiantly takes the blame.

"My darling," You turn your attention to your daughter, "You should know better than to listen to your dad sometimes." You sigh. "Just take this back to the garage, okay?" She grabs the ball and dashes away, glad to be free from your disproving glare.

"I'm really, really sorry, baby!" Your husband immediately gushes, "I know it was stupid! It was, but she asked about it and I was just so excited to show her, I didn't think about it." You're trying hard, but it's almost impossible not to soften at the anguished look on his face.

"Feels like I have two kids sometimes," You can't help a small smile as you step toward him, letting him take your hands.

"I'm really sorry," He repeats, genuinely. "It won't happen again. Volleyballs belong outside," He repeats what has become your mantra.

"Very good," You smile a little wider, unable to resist pressing a small kiss to his lips.

[touchlikethesun]

[eialectric]

tobio being around the same age younger than miwa as natsu to shoyo is actually killing me bc the parallels… the way natsu ends up playing volleyball inspired by her big bro’s love and tobio continued despite miwa quitting… the symbolism abt sibling dynamics… pain

[ogatas-beloved]

Do NOT come at me with your April Fool's BULLSHIT, today is TSUKISHIMA'S BIRTHDAY and nothing else matters.

(Morgan - it/its, Tsukishima - any)

[asteriaswiphell]

Finally finished this :D

Based on mildly angsty thoughts i had that my friend turned into lovely brainrot

[analligatorr]

"here, let me help you with this"

[whoishotteranimepolls]

"Who's Hotter?" Anime Blondes

[keisukebajimipatron]

HAHAHA Cute

I really don't know where I found this but it's so funny, adorable and so accurate 😂

[lawshearttattos]

i knew Law yelling at Luffy looked familiar to me asdkjdfkjn this is literally the same picture lmaoo

[flyingwargle]

yamaguchi sticks his head out from behind the door, smile wide as he opens it further. "hey, welcome! tsukki just went out to pick up the food, but he'll be back soon."

"sweet! we brought drinks!" koganegawa raises his 7-eleven bag, and kyoutani has a 6-pack of asahi. "thanks for hosting!"

the three don't often meet up, no matter how persistent koganegawa is, but once every few weeks, he can persuade his teammates to a movie night or video games. he never thought that tsukishima, fancy university graduate and museum curator, owns a switch and smart tv, with a wide selection of titles. koganegawa only has pokémon, and kyoutani, surprisingly, has animal crossing, although he refused to show them what his island looks like.

they step inside, and koganegawa is amazed by how bright and tidy it is. there's an abundance of house plants, loveseat occupied with two worn dinosaur plushies, bookshelf filled with both books and games. yamaguchi takes them into the kitchen to put the drinks in the fridge, shiny with stainless steel appliances, with a floral-patterned rice cooker sticking out like a sore thumb. "make yourselves at home," he tells them. "if you want, you can start getting the switch set up.”

koganegawa sits in front of the tv while kyoutani takes the couch, examining one of the dinosaurs. unzipping his backpack, koganegawa takes his switch out, the dock, and... "oh, shoot, i forgot to bring the charging cable and hdmi. yamaguchi! do you have one that i could borrow?"

"check the bedroom," yamaguchi calls out. koganegawa peers down the hallway, where there are two closed doors, the bathroom door open. picking one at random, he pulls open one of them and switches the light on.

it is definitely not the bedroom. instead, it's like a...streaming room? there's a triple-monitor desktop and gaming chair, microphone attached to the desk, headset resting on top. behind it are shelves with books, but what catches his attention are the trophies along the top. they aren't for volleyball - no, they're for pokémon.

the largest reads 2018 pokémon vgc world champion. "holy shit," koganegawa whispers.

footsteps thump down the hall. "did you get lost, or-" kyoutani sticks his head in, freezing at the sight. "what. the. hell."

koganegawa moves closer to examine the titles. national champion. regional champion. and countless of podium placements. off to the side is a loveseat full of pokémon plushies, with a few dinosaurs thrown in. a switch is docked on a shelf beside the desk, along with a pro controller.

"tsukki was a pokémon nerd," koganegawa breathes out. "a worldwide pokémon nerd."

"no, he still is." kyoutani gestures at a trophy. it was from a month ago, a third-place finish.

the front door opens, and they both jump at tsukishima's voice. "i'm back. are they here?"

“welcome home, kei,” is yamaguchi’s chirp. “they’re just looking for something in the bedroom–“

pause. “tadashi. that is not the bedroom.”

another pause. “oh, shoot–“

“we didn’t touch anything!” koganegawa shouts, stepping into the doorway to defend himself, arms crossed over his chest. behind him, kyoutani sighs and mutters in irritation. “i didn’t know where the bedroom was, so i just opened the first door i saw and–“

he cuts himself off, the apartment flooded in abrupt silence. tsukishima is pinching his nose in annoyance, still in his overcoat. yamaguchi is behind him, placating hands hovering in front of his sheepish expression. koganegawa lowers his voice. “i never thought you were a pokémon nerd.”

“vgc champion, you mean,” kyoutani corrects.

“that’s not mine.” tsukishima’s flat tone is the most unconvincing thing in the world. “they’re yamaguchi’s.”

his teammates glance at each other, then back into the room, where there are framed certificates that clearly say kei tsukishima. they stare at him, the faintest blush rising in his cheeks, and he storms passed them, retrieves his switch and necessary cables, and shoulders his way into the living room.

it takes half the sushi platter, a few beers, and several rounds of mario kart before koganegawa needles him enough to talk about the trophies. “yamaguchi got me into pokémon. his dad took us to watch our first tournament in elementary school, and we both wanted to try competing, so we did.”

“i was terrible at it, though,” yamaguchi adds, comfortably tucked into his partner’s side. “i always got eliminated in the first round, but tsukki got all the way to top 16 before he started to get podium.”

“2018 was when you graduated from university, right?” koganegawa asks. “weren’t you playing for the frogs by then? how do you find time to do all these things?”

tsukishima shrugs. “you just follow the meta. doing damage calculations isn’t hard, and i have my own online group to help with testing. tadashi is good at teambuilding too, and i like the process. if you like something, you wouldn’t think of it as a waste of time.”

kyoutani glances at him. “you’re still doing it?”

“i’ve been trying to retire, but my friends want me to keep going,” tsukishima grumbles. “i’ve been to worlds enough times, even won once. i think it’s good enough.”

“no, tsukki! you need to win again!” koganegawa argues. “it’s like the v. league! just because you’ve won once doesn’t mean you can retire! you just have to keep winning!”

“it gets harder and harder every year. i’m within my right to retire.”

“i think we need to focus on the fact that you won worlds at all,” kyoutani says. “so, you’re good?”

the air shifts. tsukishima lowers his controller to his lap. “obviously.”

“bet.”

“hah? you don’t even play pokémon.”

“no, but he does.” kyoutani points at koganegawa, who perks up.

“yes! i do! let’s battle, tsukki!”

yamaguchi lifts his head. “no offense, koganegawa, but you’re going to get wrecked.”

“hey, i know about teambuilding and type advantages! i won’t be beat that easily!”

“that’s not…” tsukishima closes his eyes. “no.”

“come on, it’ll be fun! what, are you afraid that you’ll lose?”

“absolutely not. i’m afraid of what’ll happen after.”

kyoutani snickers. “all bark but no bite.” tsukishima narrows his eyes, reaching for his switch on the table. the game cartridge inside is pokémon scarlet.

“do you have either scarlet or violet? or any other generation, it doesn’t matter. i have them all.”

“ooh, i have scarlet! i’m taking down the world champion right here, baby!”

[un-chan]

as deep as the ocean, as lonely as the moon

Unno Suzuyo was struggling. His grades were shit, finals were right around the corner, and his best friend refused to drive him anywhere after their impromptu trip to Miyagi. Not wanting to flunk out of high school in his first year, he found himself scrambling looking for a tutor.

Tsukishima Kei was annoyed. He’d been roped into helping the freak duo study, and was relieved that they’d moved on to bothering Yachi instead. Yet he somehow found himself being pestered again, this time from a student who didn’t even go to his school.

The two start an unlikely, unconventional, and inconvenient friendship, bridging the distance between Miyagi and Tokyo. As much as the moon may look away, the tides cannot resist its pull.

this is a cover i made for my upcoming tsukisuzu fic! i still need to work a lot on the outline lol, but it follows tsukishima and suzu through their online and in person study sessions. im very proud of how this came out, and hope that it sparks interest in both the fic and tsukisuzu in general! i am also working on writing more for them, even making some moodboards (inspired by other blogs), and hope to post something special for valentines! im really excited for it, and i hope you all are as well <3

[deusfoundry]

i love tsukihina chat like Yes kagehina soulmates freak duo someone even better canon yin and yang but . i love the sun and moon dynamics so much

[eialectric]

headcanon that kei and akiteru were raised by a single mom so kei learned to trust and look up to akiteru from a very young age, esp when he was lost and alone bc his big brother was all he knew… and at the end, the lies weren’t what hurt—it was knowing that akiteru was just as lost as he was :(

[ogatas-beloved]

Next Valentine's piece! Tsukishima my beloved 💌💘

(Molly- it/they, Tsukishima- any)

[dantelionwishes]

🐰🌙💕💕💕

[f4llingstrr]

something extremely important to me is the analogies between tsukkiyama and wolfstar. tsukishima and remus are both the moon, yamaguchi and sirius are the stars. the height difference. moony and tsukki ('tsuki' means moon in japanese if i'm not wrong). remus has scars, tadashi has freckles. the tsukishima brothers vs the black brothers. in this essay i will-