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robo-writes-haikyuu · 4 years

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Tooru Oikawa as a Father (Tooru Oikawa x fem!reader

Request: Hi! I'm new to the fandom and Oikawa is one of my favs. could you do a Oikawa x f. reader Where they are married and have a few kids. (Reader could even be pregnant)Just some domestic fluff like Oikawa coming home after a hard day of practice or something along those lines.. It's totally up to you.You can throw in a bit of spice if you want to. Thank You!!❤ (I honestly think he would be a great dad. Fun & protective the kinda guy who lets his daughter put clips in his hair and he would wear them even while going out and he would gossip with his daughter saying stuff like "NOO, She didn't!! 😂 sorry this is not part of the request just a random thought. And this kinda turned out long sorry about that too 👉👈)

This is the purest thing oh my god 😭 I also 100% agree that he would be a fantastic dad, because he’s pretty much a big kid himself. I hope this is kind of what you wanted! I was going to give them more kids but for some reason it didn’t turn out that way. I enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy reading it!

Pairing: Tooru Oikawa x fem!reader

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: tooth-rotting domestic/parental fluff, a hint of spice at the end

You and Oikawa decided to settle down in Argentina, where you got married and had a little girl a year later. It only made sense; you wanted to travel the world, and Oikawa could pursue his volleyball career.

You were trying to make dinner while balancing your two-year-old daughter on your hip and your phone between your shoulder and ear. You’d been stressed out becauseOikawa had been training extensively for the next league while you were trying to keep everything afloat at home. Luckily, your job allowed you the luxury of working from home so that you didn’t have to pay for a daycare or babysitter.

“Who’s that, honey?” You whisper excitedly to your daughter as you hear the front door open.

“I’m home.”

She babbled and widened her eyes in curiosity. You put her down and carefully placed her feet upon yours as you held her hands above her head to walk her over to the front door.

“Da!” your little girl chirped upon seeing her father’s beaming face.

“Hi sweetheart,” he squealed, shrugging off his duffel bag and crouching down to scoop her up. She giggled as he nuzzled his nose into her cheeks, peppering quick kisses all over her face. You smile and wrap your arms around his torso.

“Hi love,” he whispers sweetly to you as he tilts your chin up to meet him with a kiss. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

You were always relieved when Tooru got home in time for dinner. Your daughter was a picky eater and he found the most creative ways to make her eat.

“Quick,” he says frantically, swooping the cracker around in the air. “The UFO’s gonna make a crash landing!” She sits there with her mouth agape and he slips the cracker into her mouth for her to taste. She closes her mouth to register what just happened, and then slowly suckles on the cracker.

Your heart couldn’t help but melt every time you saw the way Tooru was with your daughter. Even after an entire day of practice, he always somehow managed to muster enough energy to be fully present with her; it probably helped that he’s pretty much a big kid himself.

She’ll garble absolute nonsense to him and he’ll respond to her as if sis is spilling the hottest tea. He’ll pretend to whisper something in her ear and she’ll erupt into a fit of giggles. She’ll try to do the same thing to him, leaning in and whispering gibberish into his ear, and he’ll let out the most animated gasp, inciting yet another round of giggles.

You’ll be getting ready to go out and you step away from your hair products for two seconds. When you come back, all of your hairclips are missing. You walk into your bedroom to find that Tooru had all of your hairclips (specifically the sparkly pink ones) pinned all over his head, with tufts of his locks spiking out in all directions. He was sitting on the floor with his back against the bed, while your daughter was on your bed pining the hairclips all over his head. They were looking in the mirror to admire his look, and he’d be trying out poses, adjusting his angles, and saying things like “the sparkles really make my eyes pop~” and “do you think mommy will think I look pretty?” You just chuckle and roll your eyes.

That night after putting your baby down to sleep, you two snuggle in bed and watch a documentary on ancient alien civilizations. Tooru wraps his arms around your waist and tucks his nose into your hair to inhale your scent. You turn your head to face him and gently rub your hands up and down his arms with a sleepy smile on your face.

“I’m so lucky,” he says, gently placing his lips on your neck. “I’m so happy I get to come home to you and our baby girl every day.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one,” you say as you turn around to face him. You cradle your hand around his face, tenderly stroking his cheek with your thumb. “My handsome king.”

“Y/n-chan~!” A giddy smile sneaks onto his face and he bashfully buries his face into your shoulder. “Stop it~! You’re making me blush~!”

Even as a fully grown adult, this dork absolutely thrives off of praise. He particularly loved it when you called him your king; his ego would skyrocket every single time. So, you made sure to only use it once in a while or else it would go to his head.

“I only speak the truth,” you giggle as you kiss his cheek. He continues to play up the act, coyly covering his face and nuzzling into your chest. You chuckle and brush your fingers through his hair, massaging small circles into his scalp. You could feel his breathing steadily relax as he let out a content sigh.

“Am I a good dad?” he asks.

You blink, completely taken off guard. “Where did that come from?”

“I worry I don’t spend enough time with you two,” he says, resting his chin on your chest and look up at you. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing. You always seem to know how to handle everything, while I feel like I don’t do much at all.”

When you decided that you were going to try to have kids, you were worried about Tooru’s busy schedule. You remember even back in your high school days when Tooru struggled with past relationships because of his challenges with prioritizing volleyball over relationships. When you two started dating in college, however, it actually surprised you how much his view on relationships matured. He always somehow made time to see you, even when he was utterly exhausted from games and practices. Not once have you ever felt like he was neglecting you nor prioritizing work over his family.

The thing with Tooru is that, as extra as he can be, he puts effort into the little things. He didn’t have to throw a parade or have jets write your name in the sky (although you wouldn’t put it past him). It was the good morning kisses, the little ‘i miss you’ texts, and playful pinches on the butt that were the backbone of your relationship. He always reminded you that he loved you and cared about you, so you didn’t need these grand gestures.

You thought back to when you were pregnant. He doted on you constantly. Wacky cravings, he would try to find the most creative recipes that satisfied every single craving. Morning sickness? He would get up extra early and make you hot soup to settle your stomach. Feeling fat and gross? He kissed the grooved stretch marks and loose skin on your belly, always reminding you how breathtakingly beautiful you were to him.

Once your little girl was born, he was an even more doting father. He knew when you were too tired to get up in the middle of the night to feed her, so he would do it. While he wasn’t exactly excited about changing diapers, he was more than willing to do his fair share of them. Oh my god, and when your daughter smiled at him for the first time? It was as if everything in his life led him for that moment, when he looked into your little girl’s eyes and saw his own glimmering right back at him.

You press a reassuring kiss to his forehead and brush his hair out of his eyes. “I wouldn’t have had a baby with you if I didn’t think you were going to be a good dad.”

He turns his face up to you with a devilish grin, a stark contrast to what you saw earlier.

“You know,” he says in a low voice, bringing his lips to your earlobe. “We could always make another one.”

You bite your lip, “I have no objections.”

Not my best writing but I hope you liked it 🥺

Simp with me! 💗

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serastepsforward · 5 years

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First Practice

I get a sense that my current telepathic abilities are much like someone yelling into a phone receiver, trying to repeat phrases and grow in volume while the listener on the other end could hear me just fine the first time. Need to ease into my feelings. UPDATE: not long after typing this I received an email from Su Walker telling me a shirt I ordered was in the mail. She ended the message saying “Wear your shirt with ease. :-)”

In the early morning hours of March 2nd, I was reading Inviting ET in bed and my post-cannabis thoughts were taking me out of focus. For years I’ve smoked nightly as a habit before bed, recently I’ve been noticeably weaning myself off the more I study these teachings. My alcohol intake has slowed down too. (Now to work on all the electronics...)

My distracted thoughts were leading me down an all-too-familiar path of decreasing light, approaching a sudden spiral of dysphoria and shame and confusion. Soon doubts crept in over my ‘validity as a woman’ and insecurity took control, afraid that ETs or Sasquatch wouldn’t have a reference for something like an Earth Human’s trans identity. Just as I began slipping off into this spiral, a clear and pronounced voice I understood to be female spoke in my mind: “I/We Understand.” Even though those first words were telepathically blended, the phrase was completely comprehensible, spoken in a voice distinct from my inner monologue. The voice resonated inside my head but felt as if it was coming from someplace to the left of me; I was reading in bed laying on my stomach propped up on my elbows. I smiled and felt immediate joy, it was not long after that I fell asleep with contentment in my heart.

A couple nights later I read the generously gifted P’nti Telepathy Primer before bed. As I was laying on my back in bed I felt a ping on my right temple, from the same direction as the voice from before. This direction seemed to be out my window and up, from the top of a group of very tall trees in our neighborhood. I realized I had been subconsciously looking toward these treetops during previous days when I’d be outside getting the mail or the newspaper, maybe returning home from a drive. These glances began occurring around the time I began more honestly looking into teachings of Sasquatch/ETs.

The next morning I was texted by an old friend who moved to Oregon many years ago who told me I had been in her dream the previous night. I’m going to call her in a couple of hours to talk about it. UPDATE: We spoke on the phone for about 40 minutes catching up and talking about how important and real it is to communicate through our heart space. She was right there with me the whole time about it all, how we could lift the world’s ailments once if grow enough of the light through love and service and compassion. She was unfamiliar with specific stories of the Sasquatch People when I brought them up but she was not phased all by the mention of them. She works as a counselor and life coach and said “I live in Oregon! Don’t worry, I’ve heard a lot of crazy things!” but she firmly believed whenever someone spoke of an out-of-the-ordinary visual manifestation, their experience was intended as a lesson in love. She told me what I was telling her sounded like the Sasquatch People were nothing to fear, just people who were far more in touch with the gifts of the Earth. I did not mention ETs, but she did mention a unicorn. My role in her dream was loving, friendly, supportive. Happy to see her and reconnect!

Across these initial days I feel great love and comfort and occasionally receive small awakenings of insight. I decided March 4th to go out into my backyard and meditate/practice telepathy. I hadn’t deliberately meditated in almost a year! As I sunk in, I was hit with waves of emotion. I began to weep apologetically, sorry for my (and my people’s) lack of discipline. I couldn’t help but sob and apologize for how misguided we’ve become and how far we’ve strayed. The apology then turned into gratitude. I felt so thankful for everything that our unseen friends have chosen to share with us and I felt thankful for reconnecting with this path toward light. The tears kept flowing but the emotion had shifted. My eyes were closed during these initial waves. I opened them and gazed up into the early evening sky.

As advised, I tried out a few strong “Hello the Clouds!” toward the sky above the Tall Trees and very quickly I begin seeing small twinkling lights scattered around my peripheral vision. This being my first real attempt, I smiled but was admittedly a little skeptical. Could those have simply been the spots one sees when they are lightheaded or stand up too quickly? I thought, I am not lightheaded. I am not standing up. Yet I see these twinkles in my periphery when I think about/address them. I see one blink in and out above a treetop. I try out a “Blink Blink!” and immediately another light blinks in & out over a treetop right next to the first one! These were not planes. These were not stars obscured by clouds. These were small but purposeful lights, completely visible and present in my periphery, generally vanishing once focused on but these treetop blinkers would linger for just a few affirming moments even after I would focus on them. I let out a laugh and a big smile. “Wow.” Above the Tall Trees I can see/sense shimmers in the shapes of ovals or discs. I stare lovingly into these shapes, trying to thank them to the best of my abilities. I feel an immense love from the shimmers.

(Throughout these instances I do my best to keep an open heart and my mind right, to not doubt any interaction or exchange as it could be hurtful to those listening. I remember reading in the Primer that if you feel doubts or thoughts analyzing your situation, you need to keep those out of your conversation.)

These next details I felt more unsure of: after I saw the second blink, I quickly heard a great whooping come from beneath the Tall Trees. It sounded to my mind like a woman whooping in her backyard, possibly screaming at something? It was difficult to determine the emotional context of her voice. My first thoughts were “Oh No I just called a UFO into the airspace above this woman’s yard or something” but I’m not sure her whoopings were in response to that. It did sound initially like someone seeing something that scared them or someone who had just been covered in a scalding hot liquid, a kind of sudden, surprised “WHOOOOOOOO WHOOOOOO WHOOOOOO!” I then heard what sounded like words and phrases after that but I could not make them out. I still wonder if it was connected to my friends or if it was somebody just screaming in their own backyard. After the whooping subsided I could hear a series of long, high pitch whining tones coming from my left (out over the valley to the North) which I could not mentally place. One can hear so many different sounds from various yards and the echo of the freeway from our deck so I wasn’t feeling as strongly about these sounds at the time as I felt toward the visuals. I think I tend to doubt subtle audio/visual cues because I’ve been conditioned to believe they are imagined and I just have a “very strong imagination.” Despite this conditioning throughout my life I’ve noticed such cues on a near-daily basis. Perhaps I allowed residual fear to distort these calls into more “rationalized explanations.” Funny how our own reasoning can be the true distortion.

Throughout the session there were little dropped-object sounds and rustlings going on around me. At certain points I could almost hear a faint breathing. When I finally make the intention of wrapping up, I’m still smiling with tears on my face. A butterfly visits me and goes up into the tree I am sitting under. Another winged friend comes close to my face as I am saying good bye and thank you to everyone who was listening before gently moving along. I walk to my back door to find it has been locked, my folks thought I had gone out with a friend for coffee. When let back inside, I was told that the dogs had barked like crazy at “nothing out front” (toward the Tall Trees) while I was gone. My mom figured since the dogs were barking so much, I must’ve had visiting friends who picked me up. I didn’t feel as though too much time had passed but my parents made it sound like I had been gone for a bit and a clock revealed it to be anywhere between 40 minutes to a little under an hour. Next time I’ll make a better note of the times! I asked my mom if at any point she had heard a woman shouting from across the street, she said she had not.

Over dinner my family had decided to watch Rachel Maddow and I felt comfortably dazed. My usual rises of political anger were kept at bay and I just sat and enjoyed my food. It didn’t hurt that the news was mostly good and it felt like some justice was finally being delivered; Governor Inslee of Washington was also interviewed and gave off a wonderful energy regarding his care for the Earth. There are six lightbulbs in that room spaced across the ceiling, eventually the lightbulb above my seat began to flicker slowly. This will often happen for a few seconds before righting itself, so nobody paid much attention. The flickering went on for a good 15-20 seconds and we each addressed it so I got up and walked over to the fader to reset the light. The flickering ceased as soon as i lifted my hand toward the fader. Moments like this are fun to chuckle at and laugh off with friends and family but this night I couldn’t help but feel like it was a communication. Later in the night several other friends contacted me through text, unprompted and unrelated. I wondered if they had been subconsciously pinged? I still have So Much to Learn.

Yesterday March 5th I decided to “take a break” from any sort of sit-down session (after only trying it once!) to recharge myself. My nightly activations were definitely being felt and I wanted to take care and pace myself. I had received a realization later in the night of my first session that there are still so many out there in need of help preparing for first contact and that, while time was ticking, this was in no way a threatening deadline or “doomsday clock.” There was merely a sense of great urgency regarding the practice of telepathy and the need to share it with as many as are open to it. I keep thinking of that scene in The Matrix when Neo first wakes up and is rapidly overwhelmed to the point of vomiting and losing consciousness. I feel in my heart that such a reaction is to be expected and is probably quite common. Seeing as we can’t all be vomiting when the time comes for an in-person meeting to arise, I decided to do my best to start sharing my knowledge with anyone who will listen. We can be a strong, perhaps even wise people when we bring new knowledge into our heart space. We’ll definitely need to shift away from our heads if we want to keep people from losing their lunch!

love and light ♥

#shimmer #lights #ufo #sasquatch #telepathy

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