#dad!oikawa

a/n: huge credits to @emmyrosee!! she has such good dad!aus and those are 100% what inspired me to write this. the portions about post game interviews were heavily inspired by this fic by @miyaz6ki so credits there alsoooo

characters featured: wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, tetsuro kuroo, daichi sawamura

if u can't tell this is a dad!au, and there's multiple characters involved in this. it's mainly just headcannon style, but of course i got carried away and wrote paragraphs for some as well. i do not, in fact, have any children, so if things are inaccurate, i sincerely apologize. enjoy :3

part 2 is right here!!

wakatoshi ushijima:

this man quite literally views his daughter as the center of the universe. he loves her so incredibly much, and he’d give up literally anything for her. when she was born, that was the first time you’d ever seen him cry. but for him, seeing his little girl, so small and precious, knowing that he’d get to raise her and watch her grow up brought him to tears. 

he was also very protective over her, not even telling the media he had a daughter until she was 3 years old. 

he just carried her after a game to his press conference, sat her down on his lap, and acted like he hadn’t just broken the internet. An interviewer asked him, “wakatoshi-san, whose daughter is that?” and fully straight faced, he just answered, “mine. she’s 3 years old. i trust you all will manage your volume around her.” about a hundred cameras went off at the same time, and he immediately gently covered the little girl’s eyes, making her giggle straight into the mic. “peek-a-boo, dada?” and you, sitting at the side, watched everyone’s hearts completely melt at your daughter’s comment. wakatoshi, of course, was involved in this reaction, and he replied back to his daughter right away. “yeah, sweetheart. we can play peek-a-boo.”

your daughter stole the show the rest of the night. she was a talkative girl, and the mic picked up everything she said. “wakatoshi, about that spike you hit in the 4th set, just walk me through what was going on in your head.” “It was a crucial point. I think it definetly impacted the momentum of our team-” “mo… moo-me-tu?” your husband melted once again. “momentum, sweetheart. Mo-men-tum,” he corrected gently, sounding out each syllable. he cleared his throat, remembering where he was. “apologies. as I was saying, it was a turning point for the team-” “dada, i sleepy,” your daughter yawned, and you glanced at wakatoshi, raising a thumb up in a silent question of whether he was okay to keep holding her. he nodded immediately, adjusting her so her head was resting on his chest and his hand was gently stroking her hair. 

you doubted a single interviewer was actually fully focused throughout that whole interview. the media would go insane in a couple hours as well, you were sure. but you also knew wakatoshi wouldn’t care, so long as he had his daughter with him. 

tooru oikawa:

he is the definition of a girl dad. he’s always loved having conversations with your daughter, even when all she could do was eat, sleep, and cry. 

but as she got older, she got so talkative. and it was all tooru’s fault. because this man would respond to even her most incomprehensible babbles, nodding as though it were the most precious wisdom coming straight from a prophet. and so, now that she could actually form complete sentences at the ripe age of 4 years old, the two of them would have conversations all day long. 

“dada, i want a unicorn.” “i’ll ask your uncle hajime. i think he knows where to find them. what type of unicorn do you want, princess?” she paused for a moment, brow furrowing as she thought. “pink. fluffy. and big as you, dada!” she giggled wildly as tooru gasped in mock outrage. “as big as me? impossible.” he picked her up, tickling her and planting tons of kisses on her head. "the unicorn has to be smaller than me, okay, darling?" still laughing loudly from the tickles, your daughter nodded immediately with a grin that matched her father's one perfectly. the same grin you'd fallen for all those years ago, now on the little girl that you and tooru loved most in the world.

tooru also spoils her. a lot. one day, she'd gone up to you while tooru was taking a nap, looked up with those big brown eyes of hers, and asked, "mama, can i have ch-chocolate?" no. the answer was no, and she knew that. "sorry, sweetheart, remember the rule? only one piece a day, and you already had in the morning." but she only pouted and added, "but dada said i could." and boy do you hear that phrase a lot now. you couldn't even be mad at your husband though because he wasn't unreasonable or careless about taking care of your daughter. he simply gave into her puppy eyes just a little bit easier than you did.

tooru also brings his daughter to his games, but it's more rare than she actually joins him during the press conferences. because again, this girl will talk nonstop. once he brought her to a press conference, and within minutes, she was talking to the reporters, asking them about their favorite colors, foods, puppy breeds, the most random, adorable topics.

but as talkative as she is, she's also incredibly hardworking, focused, and dedicated to whatever she sets her mind on. she's silly and funny, but if you tell her to complete a worksheet, she's doing it right away. doesn't that sound just like someone you know?

tetsuro kuroo: 

if there's one thing tetsuro loves doing with his daughter, it's playing games.

as soon as she could play rock paper scissors, tic tac toe, and chopsticks, they were playing those nonstops.

you knew your husband was competitive, but you didn't expect him to make your daughter just as competitive as well.

not all their games are competitive, though. you'd often see the two of them, tetsuro awkwardly hunched over her dollhouse or castle as they dressed up all of her little dolls and decorated her houses. and you were certain it was the most wholesome thing you'd ever seen.

tetsuro also loves impressing his daughter and getting to do things for her. for example, one evening, after you'd tucked her in already and were about to go to sleep, tetsuro asked you, very genuinely, "can i practice doing your hair? i want to be able to do it for her. properly."

and so you spent that night teaching him how to brush, tie, and braid, and you swore you hadn't seen him that focused since high school.

the next day, when your daughter asked you to do her hair for her, as you always did, tetsuro immediately perked up and looked you in the eye, communicating just through that look. you smiled and told your daughter, "sweetheart, what if daddy did your hair? would you be alright with that? he's been practicing a lot." she thought over it for a moment before responding with a happy, "okay!"

when she sat down in front of tetsuro, you could see his hands shake slightly as he brushed through her hair. this guy was nervous.

once he was done, though, your daughter loved it. "i love it, dada! but mama still does it better," she declared, to which he responded, "i know, princess. your mama's the best."

she hummed in thought before reaching out, wrapping her tiny hand around just 2 of his fingers. "can we go play fashion dress up now? pretty please?"

daichi sawamura: 

the best dad out there. hands down. partially because he's had so much experience parenting the karasuno boys volleyball team.

but with his own daughter, he's the type of dad who's so protective and so proud of his little girl.

if the slightest thing happens to her, even something as small as a bug bite, he's so prepared. so imagine his complete breakdown the first time she got a fever.

his daughter's and wife's safeties are the most important things in the world to him, and he'd give anything to just see the two of them laughing and smiling.

he's also so proud of his daughter. always. she could hand him a paper with just 6 different colored scribbles, and he'd stare at it with pure admiration. "you wanna become an artist, huh, sweetheart? this looks beautiful."

he once brought her to the station just to show her off to the other officers there. and the others loved her so much. and she loved them too.

"dada, so many friends here!" she announced, earning her a collective "awwww" from literally everyone in the station.

and in a few minutes, she's been offered pens, paper, snacks, badges, whatever they had with them that could entertain her.

meanwhile, daichi was just telling stories after stories about his daughter, eyes lighting up as he talked about her hobbies, her stories, and the things she loved doing.

daichi hates having to work late shifts at the precinct because it means he often doesn't get to tuck his daughter in. but every evening, even if she's already asleep, he makes sure to come in, fix her blanket, and give her a kiss on the forehead.

one evening though, he comes in after a long, late night shift to find her still awake, reading a book using the light of her little night light.

"sweetheart.. it's so late, why are you still up?"

"i wanted to wait for you, dada. mama... mama said you'd be home late. 'm sorry for staying up..."

daichi felt himself actually melt. "no, no, it's okay. it's all good. that's very sweet of you, darling. does mama know you're awake?"

she looked down, clearly ashamed. "n-no... it was supposed to be a surprise.."

daichi slowly sat down on her bed, gently pulling her into his arms. "aww, sweetheart.. it's okay. i think it's a very, very sweet surprise. you just made daddy's day," he started, stroking her hair tenderly. "but we don't lie to mama, okay? and we also don't read books with this little light on. it hurts your eyes."

she nodded, fully burying her face in his chest. "mmkay, dada. 'm sleepy now... i love you.." "i love you more. goodnight."

Your boyfriend Oikawa brings your daughter to work, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @stars-tonight. word count; 518 – f!reader

Perhaps troubled souls are destined to find each other, because you were lucky enough to meet Oikawa while he needed someone who felt like home, and you were in no less of an emotional predicament as the single mother of a toddler.

Oikawa snuck his way into your heart by caring for your daughter, and even though neither of you was in a hurry to get married, he became like a dad to her.

Meaning, you had no trouble accepting when Oikawa offered to bring her to work on a day when her daycare was closed and you urgently had to go to work.

The day got off to a rocky start. He got out of his car at the usual parking spot and headed for the gym, only to hurriedly run back as he realised he had forgotten the baby.

From there, the technicalities went well. There were just a few… comments.

“You’re a dad?”

“Not technically, but-” he said, confidence not faltering as he proudly held up the cute, smiling toddler.

“Oikawa, you can’t just steal a baby!”

“It’s my girlfriend’s daughter!” he protested, holding the girl tighter as if someone would try to steal her away.

“But not yours? You’re quite the man stepping up to that.”

And they were so right, he really was, but he didn’t see it that way. He loved you and this baby is yours, so what if another man had once been involved? He didn’t exactly come to Argentina as a virgin either.

Blanco, his coach and mentor, raised an eyebrow when Oikawa entered the gym with two gym bags instead of one and a baby still in his arms. He came to work in his uniform so he wouldn’t have to use the locker room. “I didn’t know we recruited new players,” Blanco joked.

“She’s a talent like you’ve never seen before,” he joked, playing along until his face turned more sheepish. “Could you, maybe, watch her while we play? My girlfriend had to rush to work this morning and the daycare was closed, and-” Good thing he was interrupted, because he had nothing else planned for the third and.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, this little angel will be just fine,” Blanco assured the setter, taking the baby in his arms and shushing any instructions Oikawa gave him as if he hadn’t held his own grandchildren before. “Get on with warm-ups, you’re behind.”

Oikawa enjoyed it so much. Every time he would walk past the coach holding your little cutie, she would wave excitedly with what Oikawa could swear were stars in her eyes.

He would always wave back, of course, dedicating all his serves to her as if she had any understanding of said concept. Eventually, the other players started following his lead, and she revelled in the attention.

When the day was over, he bounced her in his arms on his way back to the car, kissing her temple once or twice for good measure. “Good job today, Champ. Now we can go home to mommy!” he cheered.

Yeah, he was destined to find you two.

masterlist

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between oikawa and reader.

wc. | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst, teen pregnancy mentions, fluff, etc.

teen pregnancy series masterlists here!

general headcanons:

Okay I initially wannhed to make him a playboy, yet idk, i mean he gives me like fuckboy vibes but i also feel like when he is in love… he is in love idk, puppy bf oikawa ..? Anyone??

Oh! Forgot to say, u r ushijima’s little sister <3 this is actually “inspired” over something i readed last night so… u’ll see it later lolol, anyways, back to the main topic:

• When you first started avoiding him, Oikawa was obsessed with figuring out what was wrong. His mind went to the worst places—was he annoying you? Did he do something wrong? Were you cheating on him? (He cringes so hard when he realizes how wrong he was about that last one.) • When you finally tell him you’re pregnant, his brain short-circuits. He’s Tooru Oikawa—he’s good at planning, strategizing, and charming his way out of problems, but this? He has no strategy for this. •His first instinct is fear—of failing, of not being ready, of letting you down—but he quickly shoves it down because you need him to be strong. • i feel like he is a mix of overwhelmed but determined. He immediately starts researching pregnancy (just like that one scene where he is watching volleyball matchs in his pc), even though some of it freaks him out (he nearly passes out reading about labor). • He worries about how people will react—his teammates, his family, your family (especially Ushijima, who might kill him on sight). • insists on being involved, even though he has no clue how to be a good partner in this situation. “What do you need? What should I do? Should I buy vitamins? Do you want me to carry your bag? Oh my god, what if you crave something in the middle of the night?”

You and Oikawa had always been careful to keep your relationship under wraps. You liked the privacy, especially with how chaotic things could get if people knew—Oikawa’s popularity, Shiratorizawa’s reputation, and the fact that you were only a first-year. It just felt easier that way.

But for the past few weeks, you’d been avoiding him. It wasn’t intentional at first—you needed space to process everything—but then it spiraled into not knowing what to say at all. You ignored his calls, brushed off his texts, and avoided any chance of meeting in person. The guilt weighed on you, but the truth was scarier.

Oikawa, for his part, was losing his mind. He hated how distant you’d become, hated the lack of explanation, and hated that he couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong. His only solace was the upcoming match against Shiratorizawa. You’d be there as their manager, and he was determined to get answers.

The Match

When the day of the match arrived, Oikawa was more excited about seeing you than winning. He scanned the court as soon as he arrived, and his eyes lit up when he spotted you near the Shiratorizawa team.

But then he noticed something. Ushijima was standing close to you—too close in Oikawa’s mind. The team captain’s hand rested lightly on your shoulder as he spoke to you, and the two of you exchanged what looked like a comfortable smile.

Oikawa’s blood boiled. He had been worrying about you for weeks, and here you were, looking perfectly fine with Ushijima.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he marched over, stopping just short of the Shiratorizawa group. You were startled to see him, and your face paled as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Are you serious, Y/N?” he hissed, loud enough to catch everyone’s attention. “You couldn’t even be brave enough to break up with me properly?”

Your eyes widened in confusion. “What?”

Before you could say anything more, Ushijima turned to Oikawa with his usual calm but intimidating expression. “What’s your deal with my little sister, Oikawa-san?”

Oikawa froze. “S-sister?” His voice cracked. He glanced between you and Ushijima, connecting the dots in real time. “I-… Oh.”

The weight of his accusation hit him like a ton of bricks. You were Ushijima’s sister. You weren’t cheating on him—of course you weren’t. He’d completely misread the situation.

The awkward tension was broken by Shiratorizawa’s coach calling the team to prepare for the match. Ushijima gave Oikawa one last pointed look before turning to follow his teammates, leaving you and Oikawa standing there in awkward silence.

“I—I didn’t know,” Oikawa stammered.

You sighed, avoiding his gaze. “We’ll talk after the match.”

The Confession

Shiratorizawa won, but Oikawa couldn’t care less. He waited for you outside the gym, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His usual confidence was gone, replaced by an anxious energy.

When you finally walked out, you looked exhausted. You gestured for him to follow you to a quieter spot, and he did without a word.

“I’m sorry,” you started. “For ignoring you, for not explaining anything.”

Oikawa frowned. “Y/N, if something’s wrong, you can tell me. I thought—” He hesitated. “I thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

You shook your head quickly. “It’s not that. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you.”

His brows furrowed, and you took a shaky breath before continuing. “I’m pregnant, Tooru.”

The words hung in the air between you. Oikawa’s eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to process.

“Y-you’re…” He swallowed. “Pregnant?”

You nodded, tears threatening to spill. “I was scared. I didn’t know how you’d react, and I didn’t want to ruin everything for you. You have volleyball, your dreams, and I didn’t want to hold you back.”

Oikawa’s initial shock softened into something more vulnerable. He stepped closer, gently taking your hands in his. “Y/N, why didn’t you just tell me? Do you think I’d ever leave you to handle this alone?”

“I didn’t want to burden you,” you whispered.

“You’re not a burden,” he said firmly. “This… This is a lot, yeah. But we’ll figure it out. Together.”

You looked up at him, finally seeing the sincerity in his eyes. He wasn’t running away.

“Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly.

Oikawa nodded, a small but determined smile forming on his lips. “I love you, Y/N. And if this is happening, then I’m going to be there every step of the way. For you and the baby.”

For the first time in weeks, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. You weren’t alone in this anymore.

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TW: period blood

Tōru Oikawa is many things.

King of the court, former national Argentinian Setter, husband of a beautiful successful, confident woman he calls the love of his life and father of three children.

Now as a retired athlete, the former Setter trains all sorts of volleyball clubs in San Juan. From little kids trying out Volleyball for the first time to High Schoolers and even College students trying to go pro.

All these years, you raised the children mostly while your husband played volleyball professionally until he couldn’t do it anymore physically. With coming age, every athlete reaches their breaking point sometime.

Now working your dream job as a novel publisher about a romance novel you recently published, you’re in the United States, traveling and doing interviews about it.

The two of you always wanted a family.

After Tōru did the try outs and made it on Argentinian team, the the two of you celebrated with a lot of alcohol and passionate kisses and just like that, your first child was born 9 months later.

Just by the age of 22, Tōru is a father of a beautiful girl named Sofia, she was born in the bright early morning light in December.

As first time parents, there were ups and downs but you both pulled it through as a team.

During the years, you and Tōru brought two more lives into this world, one girl and one boy. Hikari and Thiago.

Sofia is now 13 years old, which means she is a teenager now. Hikari is 10, while Thiago, the youngest, is 7 years old.

Thiago does not always has it easy with two older sisters, especially since Sofia has had incredibly bad mood swings that she occasionally lets out on her siblings, causing fights to break out that the poor former retired pro Volleyball player has to break up lots of times.

Unfortunately the former Setter’s wife is out of the country for interviews and signing her books, leaving the man to run the household by himself.

During years of intensive training, raising three children, nothing could have prepared the brunette for this.

Puberty.

On Saturday morning, Tōru prepared breakfast for his kids when Sofia came out of her room with an annoyed expression.

No.

Pissed expression.

She sits down at the table without greeting her family and just begins to tear apart the waffles without eating them.

"What’s wrong with you?" Hikari asks in a curious voice.

"What’s wrong with your face." Sofia’s voice is full of venom, like her sister took away her iPod again without asking her first.

"Hey! Ya basta." Tōru scolds her with a frowned expression.

Sofia’s mean demeanor drops a little bit but the anger on her face still remains. She definitely inherited your angry expression that Tōru is still terrified of.

Thiago is just munching on his Lucky Charms cereal, ignoring his sisters’ antics like always.

While both daughters inherited your looks, Thiago looks like a solid copy of his father. The same hair, the same eyes, the same face.

When the Setter cleans up the mess from the cooking, an idea pops up in his head. Something he hasn’t done with his kids in quite a while due to their school activities and homework.

"Hey kids, how about we play some volleyball in the garden later on? We haven’t done that in a while." Tōru suggests.

The two younger Oikawas brighten up with excitement, whereas the oldest one barely reacts.

"Go got ready after breakfast, I'll clean everything up and Thiago, go get the volleyball in mum’s closet." Tōru tells his kids, a huge smile breaking out on his face when his youngest one quickly chows down the rest of his food before running upstairs to get dressed and fetch the volleyball out of his parents’ closet.

Hikari also finishes, setting her plate in the dish washer before going to her room as well, getting ready to play volleyball with her brother and her father.

Tōru looks at his daughter and she pushes her plate away, leaving the table without another word.

"Sofia, you know you can talk to me. Qué te preocupa?" The brunette calls out to her.

She doesn’t reply, just keeps on walking and closes the bathroom door with a slight slam.

With a deep sigh, Tōru finishes cleaning up, wishing his wife was here to help him figure his teenage daughter out.

All of sudden, he hears Hikari and Thiago running down the stairs, this time in sports attire instead of their pajamas.

Making a run for it, Hikari trips Thiago to be the first to arrive in the garden of the house.

With his face landing on the hardwood floor, he groans out loudly in pain before getting up and yelling after his sister.

Rubbing his temple in annoyance, Tōru makes his way to the bathroom to try and get his eldest daughter out to join the family fun.

Knocking gently on the door, the father begins to talk.

"Sofia? You okay?"

"Go away, dad!" She yells out behind the door and it sounds like she is scared but also deeply upset.

"Preciosa, what’s wrong? You okay?" He begins to get worried.

"It’s nothing, I just… I-I need mum for this." Sofia sounds embarrassed as she says it out loud.

Tōru pouts a little bit at that, his little girl choosing you over him.

"Maybe I can help you." The father offers.

"No! You can’t! Gosh, this is so embarrassing!" She shouts in reply.

Now Tōru is starting to freak out a little bit.

"Sofia, tell me what’s wrong or I will knock down this door, I am not kidding!"

No reply.

"There’s… there’s blood… in…my…" She stutters.

Pressing his ear against the door, he tries to listen what she is trying to say.

"Blood in your what?!" Tōru asks frantically.

Now both Oikawas are freaking out.

"I GOT MY PERIOD, YOU HAPPY?!" She finally snaps and yells.

It seems like time has stopped for Tōru Oikawa.

Why, why?!

Out of all the times, it happens now?! When you’re gone and he has to deal with it by himself?

'Deep breaths, Tōru. You can do this.'

"Nena, please open the door. I’ll try to help you in any way I can."

"You can’t! I read online that I need something called a pad or a tampon. Do we have any of that here?"

Tōru knows whenever you’re having your period, you keep your feminine products on top of the med cabinet, out of reach from prying eyes.

Hikari and Thiago return inside the house after a while, confused why their father hasn’t come outside to play yet.

"What’s going on with Sofia? Is she sick?" Thiago worriedly asks.

Hikari appears as well, more annoyed than worried like her little brother.

"Sofia, if you die, can I have your laptop?" She teases.

"No! When I get out of here, you’re done for, you little shrimp!" Sofia snaps back.

"Oy! No one is killing anyone! I will be right there, just leave your pa and your sister for a bit okay? I promise I will be there."

Tōru interferes, before Thiago becomes an only child, more likely foster child, since his wife will kill him as well.

Hikari and Thiago make their way outside again, with Thiago jumping on his sister’s back like a warhorse.

They both scream as they head outside again, while Tōru only shakes his head at their silliness.

"Mijita, check the top of the med cabinet."

"What? Why?" Sofia asks perplexed.

"You’ll find what you’re searching for."

After a few minutes of rustling and hearing movement, the father hears the rustling of plastic and the uncertainty in his daughter’s voice as she describes the products.

"You found everything?"

"Yes, thank you, pa…"

"De nada, linda. I’ll explain from the door how to use it."

Tōru does not move from the door, explains to his daughter step by step how to use the different kind of feminine hygiene products, also offering to buy her favorite candies and food tomorrow and even if Tōru can’t see it, Sofia has tears in her eyes, appreciating her father’s supportive nature so much.

When you return from your trip, Tōru is watching a volleyball game between England and France, eyes captivated by the screen.

He is sipping on a beer can, eyes on the tv, switching between cursing and cheering for the teams.

Entering through the entrance door, you spot the love of your life immediately.

"I haven’t seen you drink a beer since high school. Any special occasion?" You grin as you hug your husband from behind, your arms wrapped around his neck.

Pressing a chaste kiss against his temple, your brunette husband chuckles and intertwines one of your hands with his.

"Bienvenido de vuelta, ¿Cómo fue tu viaje?" Tōru asks while briefly looking at you over his shoulder.

"Amazing! The people are very nice and I was busy every single day. How was home?" You ask in return.

"Puro pánico y discusión entre hermanos." Your husband sighs while taking another sip of his beer.

"What do you mean?" You say in a very concerned voice, already bracing for the worst.

"Your daughter had a mental breakdown over her first period today."

"MY daughter?! She’s your daughter too, marido."

"ANYWAY, your amazing marido handled it, amore. They are all asleep, Sofia and I had a long and big talk, you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about anything else."

You smile brightly at him, remembering you have a little souvenir gift for him.

Quietly unzipping your suitcase, you change into the surprise you have for your husband.

"Tōru?" You quietly call out to him, leaning against the entry way of the living room, doing a sexy pose of the new black Victoria’s Secret lingerie you got from the States.

"Hm?" Looking over his shoulder once more, the brunette’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets, choking on the sip of beer he took, while taking your figure in.

"Ven y cógelo, mi capitán." You say in a seductive voice, walking towards the direction of your bed.

Jumping over the couch, the Setter follows you into your shared bedroom, full of excitement and horniness for his precious wife.

Translations:

Ya basta = stop it/cut it out

Qué te preocupa? = What’s wrong?/ What’s going on?

Mijita = my daughter

De nada = no problem

Bienvenido de vuelta, ¿Cómo fue tu viaje? = welcome home, how was your trip?

Puro pánico y discusión entre hermanos = pure panic and siblings fighting

Marido = husband

📎: Dad!Oikawa x fem!reader

📎: angst? to fluff

📎: warnings; implied arguing?

WARNINGS: Mentions of kids and pregnancy/ reader has a uterus cuz yk pregnant

Oikawa who'd wear a disguise to his any and all of his children's sports tryouts.

(Him dropping the fact that he's tooru oikawa has nothing to do with it)

Oikawa is the type of dad who'd stay up all night practicing new hairstyles on his kid's dolls so they could have a cool hairstyle to show their friends the next day.

Oikawa who urges you to take family photos for every holiday and loves having them around the house

Oikawa who shows his kid's pictures of him hugging them while you were pregnant, showing how much he loved them even before the were born

Like the boys are so full of guilt and love at the end because he regrets not being with reader and at the same time loves the reader more now that they know they have a kid with reader.

It's kind of confusing hehehe but I love angst to fluff stories. You can pick any HQ boys as well. Thank youuuu 😊

I’m so glad you like them!!! It’s not confusing at all I actually wrote something like this for Kenma before😭thank you for requesting I love writing them so much so if anyone has anything they want me to write pls let me know I love it so much!!(also I did Kenma and Oikawa)

Tw~ absent parents(unintentionally), arguements(could be toxic relationships not really though) misunderstandings, let me know if I missed anything! Fluff endings though!!

Kenma

The years passed by quickly, before you’d known it’d been almost two years since you and Kenma had broken up leaving you to raise your son by yourself. It wasn’t really his fault when you think back on it, a few weeks after the two of you ended your relationship bitterly over the way he divided his time between you and streaming, you found out you were pregnant, but maybe it was for the best as you couldn’t handle the idea of you’re precious Yuta not getting the attention he deserved.

But when he showed up on your door step in the pouring rain looking like he’d ran here as he placed his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath, you couldn’t stop yourself from inviting him in. The reason the two of you broke up could have easily been mended, neither of you understanding how you’d let your communication get that bad before it all bubbled over.

You guide him into the living room while you grab a towel. He stares at all the baby toys scattering your living room, Yuta had just been put to bed and he wonders if what Kuroo told him was really true, had he actually left you ti raise a baby on you’re own? He’s certain you’d do an amazing job but he feels guilt begin to build up when he sees photos of you and a chubby cheeked little boy lining the walls.

“Alright I got you a towel” you come back into the living room to see him staring at all your photos before he turns back suddenly a little embarrassed.

“That’s Yuta” you tell him quietly smiling a bit as he takes the towel.

After a few moments of silence, once you’re certain he knows Yuta is his kid he opens his mouth, “Kuroo told me that you had a baby…I didn’t know…” he whispers and you can hear the tears in his voice.

“I didn’t either…by the time I’d relized it was already to late, I tried to contact you, go to your office, anything, but something would always stop me before I could.” You smile sadly.

“Do you think I could meet him? Not now, I’m sure he’s sleeping” you giggle a bit before nodding, he’d changed learned how to balance his career and life.

Oikawa

All you’re issues began to build up before overflowing over a singular arguement. What was supposed to be a happy moment where you told him you were pregnant turned into the two of you shouting at eachother, before he ran out the apartment telling you it was over.

It was quick and over. You’re certain that the arguement was because he was nervous about his career, he’d been telling you about that the night before, but that day was supposed to be a good day where you two could forget about everything else unfortunately it wasn’t. That day was filled with tears and stress on both your parts Oikawa had been stressing and seeing you sit at the kitchen table a pretty pink cake sat infront of you with some words on it only god knows what that cake said, it pissed him off, it wasn’t fair, he came home to you ever day and no matter what you’d gone through you’d still manage to be happy but he was always left overwhelmed scared and confused, he hated what he did to you and that’s why the next month he was in Argentina trying to pretend it didn’t happen.

Unfortunately for him, it did happen, he was reminded of this when Hajime called to tell him he should probably visit you as soon as possible before he hung up with no explanation.

And that’s how he found himself on your doorstep. Almost a whole year after the breakup Tooru was knocking at your door hoping you’d awnser and when you did you shut it in his face.

“Go away Oikawa” you shouted.

“Please let me in y/n” and after awhile of begging you let him inside, you don’t know what you were thinking letting him worm his way back into your life, just that he did.

When he finally got inside he saw the most precious little girl sitting on the couch, her big brown eyes glancing over to look at him as she looked away from the tv.

“Dada” she squeals as she tries to climb off the couch.

You hide your face in your hands as she runs to Oikawa hugging his leg tightly as she smiles happily.

“Hi sweetheart” he says bending down to her height as he talks with her, she babbles back and he pretends he can understand every word she’s saying.

He feels horrible for having left the two of you but he promises it’ll never happen again even if he has to go to the ends of the earth to make sure that happens.

Let me know if you guys want a part two to either of these I think the Oikawa one would be cute! Or just anything else because I love writing requests so much😭

stfu 🥺🥺🥺 oikawa nicknaming his little twin daughters spanish petnames and he’s just always showering them in so much love and borderline spoiling them and his excuse is always “i need their standards high. they cannot accept anything less than this, ever.” like go off king 😍 but he genuinely makes all the time in the world for them even as a professional athlete. and he has so many pictures of them on his phone and there’s a picture of you with the two of them and it’s his lockscreen !!! 

and oh my god you taking the girls to one of his games and they made this very large poster that they disappear behind when they put it up and it’s written in spanish and it’s so over the top and oikawa on god nearly starts crying when he sees it. and oikawa cooking traditional argentinian foods with his daughters and when they prepare it they surprise their mom with it and they yell out “surprise!” in spanish and they each take turns describing the dish in fluent spanish and oikawa has stars in his eyes he’s literally so, so proud. and his daughters growing up to be bi or trilingual and him always encouraging them to learn even more. 

pls but like them being literal babies still learning words and oikawa just walking around the house with two twin girls on his hips just barely able to speak and he’s just naming the objects in the house in japanese then in spanish or him sitting on the floor with them crawling around in front of him and he’s picking up shapes and naming them in both languages or he watches spanish kid shows with them as like for bedtime and he’s the one that ends up falling asleep or reading them one night a japanese story and the other a spanish story and justhskjfhskjfhksj