OKAY.

OKAY.

So. In knb you've written pregnant reader, AND reader giving birth. But what you haven't written yet, is the first couple years of their baby's life/milestones (first steps, tooth, word, etc.). And that is my request. If you have the time or you actually want to do this though. ✨Milestones✨

Brooo what if they all had like 2 boys then when their 3rd baby is born it's a daughter...?? That'd be cute af. Oh oh and the brothers/dad are totally in love with that baby girl 😍 !! Speaking from experience there. My triplet boys adore their baby sister. More often than not I'll find them sleeping in her nursery.

I LOVE THIS! i think how i’m gonna go about this is mix it up a bit if that’s okay :)

also have two older brothers IS DEF SO CUTE

baby milestones

warnings: reader is referred as a mom figure

ft. gom + kagami

KISE literally runs to you when you call out his name from the kitchen. “she said her first word!” you squealed, holding your baby daughter in your arms. “come on honey, say what you said earlier!” you cooed at your daughter, who was intensely staring at your husband. with hopeful eyes, she mumbled, “dada.. mama..” kise gasped as tears started to swell in his eyes, “we’re getting old, y/n-cchi! she’s already saying our names!” you rolled your eyes playfully and kissed your daughter’s cheek. “good job honey. he is dada, and i am mama.” “she’s the smartest baby ever.” kise said, pulling out his phone to take videos of your child that can now say both of your names.

MIDORIMA acts like he doesn’t care, but he does when he sees your son pointing at the different shaped blocks and calling them their appropriate names. “sqware! wectangle!” he cheered, distinguishing each block correctly. he pulls out his phone to take a video to show you later, but he plans on buying more complex blocks like rhombuses and diamonds so he can expand his learning. to think his son barley needed assistance to learn each shape makes midorima the most proudest dad ever. he picks up his son and kissed his forehead, “good job, shotaro. you’re growing up well.”

AOMINE pumps his fist into the air when you let go of your son and he starts to walk towards your husband. “go daijo, go! come to dad! come on!” you could tell he was struggling to balance, but nevertheless he was kept on his toes and successfully made it to aomine’s arms. “you’re too good, buddy! you’re gonna be the best basketball player with these steps.” he picked up daijo and lightly threw him in the air, making you admire them with so much love because they’re your two boys. he was like a little copy carbon of aomine, and you had to take a photo discreetly to never forget this moment. “come daijo! give mommy a hug too! you did so well, sweetie!” you smiled, opening up your arms to the both of them.

MURASAKIBARA has been trying to make homemade baby food to not only save money, but it was the ultimate test to validate his cooking skills. blending in spinach, strawberries, bananas, and blueberries along with a bit of oat milk, he put it in a cute minnie mouse bowl for your daughter, who you placed in the high chair and wrapped a bib around her chest. “ready for the ultimate truth, atsushi?” you teased, giving him a peck right underneath his shoulder blade. “i hope aki-chin likes it, i’ll actually be really sad.” he frowned and you giggled, “she’ll love it.” he took a small spoon and scooped a bit of the food and held it up to her lips. “aki-chin, it’s time to eat. here, it’s yummy.” anticipating her reaction, she ate the spoonful and immediately, a smile formed on her face. “yummy! papa, yummy!” he smiled too, reflecting hers and kept feeding her, love filling up his heart just as much as it did to yours.

AKASHI has witnessed all milestones, but his favourite one is when your daughter first smiled. you were reading her a book with akashi when you made a funny sound effect to emphasize the story and gave a big smile because it was funny. “honey! she smiled!” you laughed, softly pinching her cheek. “she’s beautiful,” he said, slowly stroking her head. “like you. she looks beautiful just like you, love.” a blush covered your cheeks and you softly kissed his cheekbone, lingering a little bit before parting. nothing but love filled the atmosphere, and in that moment, both of you guys wanted it to last forever.

KUROKO walks in on your son picking up a book from the ground. his sits himself in the middle of the room, using both of his hands to open the book. just as kuroko was going to step in to read it for him, he started to read the words out loud on his own— it wasn’t perfect and there were a lot of mispronunciations, but kuroko’s eyes lit up at his son reading for the first time. he waited for a while before he knocking on the door and picked him up, pecking his cheek. “you can read now,” you smiled, “good job, kai. let’s go show mommy what you read.”

KAGAMI was cooking dinner until he catches your daughter biting on everything she sees. “hey, karina! why do you keep biting everything!” he sets his utensils down and picks her up until she flashes a singular tooth at him. “oh my gosh you’re teething.. y/n!! karina’s teething!!” hearing ruckus from below, you rushed out of the bathroom and looked at the two. “she’s what?” you asked. “look! teeth!” you walked over to your daughter and gasped at the growing tooth. “kagami babe, we’re getting so old.” and you took so many pictures to look back on in the future.

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THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE! i love the knb domestic series :((( ty for requesting love

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what they need to hear from you

## ft. miya osamu, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsuro

## a/n. sometimes they just need a little love <3

[masterlist]

MIYA OSAMU just feels exhausted. setting his cap down on the shoe cabinet, he trudges with heavy feet to your shared room. upon seeing his fatigued state, you beckoned him over from the bed. osamu fell on his knees onto the floor, his head resting on top of your thighs while his hand drew small circles on your soft skin. "it's okay to be tired, love. take it slow, one at a time, hm? can you do it for me, sweetheart?" nodding his head against your thigh, the coolness of relief washed over him. it was scary to be vulnerable but over time, you helped osamu learn that he doesn't have to be strong all the time.

MIYA ATSUMU’S favourite way of cooling down after a long was laying between your legs, letting your fingers roam through the blonde tousles of his hair. sometimes, atsumu just wants to hear someone tell him that they are proud of him. not just because he was the top scorer of the game, but they want to be someone's pride for working hard to where he is. "you worked hard, 'tsumu. it's okay to rest, there is nothing wrong with that." a small contented hum sounded from atsumu's chest as he lets his head lull to the side to rest against your thigh.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI just isn't feeling himself today. nothing is going right for him and he is on the edge of losing it. as you looped your arms around his waist from behind in an attempt to comfort him, you noticed that he flinched at your touch. in that moment, he feared that you would be offended. he feared that it will come true -- that everything is his fault. "i'm here if you wanna talk, omi. i'll always be here for you, ready to listen." there it was, someone that was willing to listen. tears stung sakusa's eyes at the thought of being worth someone's time.

AKAASHI KEIJI ran his fingers through his disheveled hair for the umpteenth time. the pressure on his chest magnifying, taking a toll on his morale by the second. workload after workload, it didn't seem to keiji that he is clearing anything. the little clatter of a cup of tea interrupted keiji's spiral, making him peer up from the hands that were previously dragging down his face. you reached your hand out to weave your fingers through his hair, smoothing it to the sides to tidy up his tangled hair. hands settling at his cheeks, you pulled his forehead to your lips. "you're almost there, keiji. i'm proud of you." you whispered against his forehead, his eyelids falling to relax in your hold as he exhaled shakily.

KUROO TETSURO released a long sigh, leaning back into his office chair. eyes bored into the ceiling, his thoughts drifted to you. have you eaten lunch? did you miss him? kuroo's hand shuffled through his drawer to pull out his phone, its screen lighting up to show a picture of the two of you on a food date the previous weekend. a small ping from his phone had him shooting up from his seat, hands scrambling to open your message. a small smile crept onto kuroo's face as he stares at the picture of you holding a cute bowl of your lunch, along with the caption, "tetsu!! look at my lunch!! i can't wait to see you tonight, i miss you <3". god, he missed being around you.

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Moon Dividers - Purple

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Requested by @moonydrops

Dividers List

to most people, sakusa kiyoomi seems like he doesn’t know anything about love, that he’s just emotionally stunted and a little clueless to his own feelings. but the truth is, he knows more than anyone. he knows himself better than anyone does—because, for the longest time, that’s who he’s been around for most of his day. he’s used to rolling his eyes to himself or chuckling at his own jokes quietly or wiping his own tears. and after spending all that time in his own head, he’s had the chance to really sit and think about why he hates this, and why he doesn’t want that, and why that stresses him out.

so he knows pretty early on that he’s in love with you—or at least on the way to falling in love with you. the reality is that sakusa kiyoomi falls in love first. because when you accidentally leave a few strands of hair in his sink, his first response isn’t to roll his eyes, it’s to chuckle. he knows you’re special enough to get away with that. because when you tease him about things, he gets excited that you’re comfortable enough with him to mess around, not annoyed that you’re poking fun at his expense. he understands that he wants to be different from everyone else in your life. because when you sigh and have a look of disappointment on your face, he’s not annoyed or angry, he’s scared. he realizes he needs to be better for you—as good as it’s possible for him to get.

he knows from the start that you’re someone who’s precious to him in a way no one else has ever been—and probably in a way no one else ever will be too. he just doesn’t know how he’s supposed to openly show those feelings, and he doesn’t know what love is supposed to look like when it’s shared between two people. because for so long, he’s always been used to just keeping things to himself. it’s only ever mattered that he knows his own thoughts and feelings, and he’s never had to outwardly project them to be understood.

he knows that when you’re hugging him he kind of just forgets that his body’s sore, but he doesn’t know how to ask you to keep embracing him like that. he knows that when you laugh at his jokes he feels like maybe what he has to say is important, but he doesn’t know how to let you know he enjoys talking to you. he knows that when you nod along to his rambles about his profession, he feels like maybe he’s not stupid for loving what he does, but he doesn’t know how to thank you for making him feel like he’s achieved something meaningful.

so instead, he leaves behind little reminders to make sure you know what he can’t bring himself to say. there’s a text in the morning that it was windy out while he was on his jog, so remember to wear something warm when you head to work. there’s a hand that reaches forward and brings down the sun visor when the light shines in your eyes as he drives, already done for you before you can even lift a finger. there’s a pantry full of snacks you like in his apartment, fully stocked for you even though he hates them and they don’t fit his diet. there’s a box of those cupcakes you said you liked at his team’s party delivered to your front door the next day, the frosting in your favorite color this time around.

and then there are smaller things, like the blush on his face when you so much as yawn, the little smile he smiles as you crinkle your nose when you’re confused, the quick double-check he does on his phone camera to make sure his curls are neat before he meets you, the cologne he sprays religiously now because you mentioned that one time you liked it.

and sure, sakusa can’t bring himself to say i love you just yet. he doesn’t know how to let words that are so foreign roll off of his tongue when you whisper them to him, but the truth is that he’s known all along that he’s in love with you, that he’s yours, that his heart and soul and hopes and dreams and pain and worries are all yours if you’ll take them. he’s known this fact since way before you ever thought to utter those three little words—because sakusa kiyoomi falls in love first, and contrary to popular belief, he’s been perfectly aware since the very beginning.

My lovely man

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