imagining-with-knb:

just so you know, anon, YOU’RE A BILLION TIMES MORE AMAZING THANK YOU. 

btw i know some of these scenarios aren’t the most “parent-like” but i just felt like little things that show comfort between an adult and a child who sees them as a guardian are the real dealbreakers for a s/o trying to build a relationship with their partner’s child(ren).

This is so long, I’m sorry. D:

Kuroko: As a date, the two of you, and Kuroko’s daughter, were eating out at a fast food restaurant. It wasn’t anything special, but it was relaxed, and that was the best part. 

You’d come to realize that Kuroko’s obsession with vanilla milkshakes had been passed down through the beauty of genetics. So had the round, blue eyes (though her’s held more feeling). So it was slightly funny, watching Kuroko and his daughter stare forward with the same, blank expression, sipping on milkshakes. 

“Ayumi-chan, here, make sure you eat your burger as well. You too, Tetsuya.” You pushed their burgers forward, and they both sighed at them. You raised a brow. “If you don’t eat, you won’t have enough energy for the park, later.”

Surveying the burger with a look of mild distaste, Ayumi tugged on her father’s shirt sleeve, asking him to lean down so that she could whisper in his ear. He nodded understandingly once she was done, and straightened to face you with a business-like expression. Ayumi mimicked her father. 

“Ayumi-chan and I have a proposal.” Kuroko announced. 

You folded your hands together and rested your chin on them, leaning forward with a grin. “Ah, and what would that be.”

“If we eat the burgers, you need to buy us each another vanilla shake.”

Ayumi nodded earnestly. 

You bit your lip, pretending to think hard about the offer. In the end, you motioned for Ayumi to come to your side of the table. She did as she was told, taking a few seconds to slide off the bench, then climb onto yours. You bent down to whisper in her ear. 

“If Ayumi-chan finishes her burger, I’ll take you on a boat ride tomorrow, and make ‘Tou-san fight you in basketball.” You then pulled back to gauge her reaction.

She thought about it for a bit, then copied your previous pose: hands folded, chin resting on them, leaning forward with a pleasantly amused expression. “’Tou-san needs to finish his burger right now. Please give me mine as well. Hurry, ‘Tou-san, we need to do it fast.”

Kuroko tried to look as grumpy as possible. Normal people would call his look one of mild unhappiness. “You’re a traitor, Ayumi-chan.”

“Life isn’t fair.” She shrugged, and took a bite of her burger. Both you and Kuroko had to turn the other way in order to muffle your laughs at what she had just said. 

Kise: Ever since Kise’s son had been able to walk, he’d acted as his father’s manager. Maybe it was innate, but Sora could sense that Kise was always flitting around from one thing to the next, and needed all the help he could get. 

When you came into the picture, Sora was about four years old, and was intensely distrustful of you, as any good manager would be, initially. And while it was two years later now, and Sora was at the healthy age of six, he still showed signs of distance. 

Today, Kise had invited you over to hang out. The three of you sat on the couch, watching animated movies of Sora’s choice, with Sora sat between you two. 

“Hey, Soracchi, can I use you as a pillow?” Kise asked, smiling charmingly at his son. 

Sora fixed him with a deadpan look. “You’re too heavy for me, Otou-san. ____-san, please pass me a pillow.”

You did as you were told, smiling teasingly at Kise. Kise pouted at Sora for a few seconds until he gave in and finally snuggled him a bit before he put his head against the armrest and took a nap. Then it was just the two of you, watching a small sheep going on an adventure. 

Once the movie was done, you saw a sleepy Sora barely being able to keep his head up. “Do you want to lie down?” You asked him, and he shook his head vehemently, glancing protectively at his father. Ah.

You crouched down so that you were eye-to-eye with him. “Sora-kun, you know I’d never do anything to hurt your Otou-san, right?”

He sniffed, as if a little insulted. “Of course. I wouldn’t have let you stay around here if you were dangerous.”

You bit back a laugh, and kept a serious face on. “I want to help him as much as you do. And, I want to help Sora-kun as well, because I know you want more cuddles, even if you don’t want to bother Otou-san, right?”

Narrowing his eyes at you, he crossed his arms. “I don’t need cuddles.”

“Ah, I said want, not need. Sora-kun is such a good boy, he’s really mature.” You took his hand and squeezed it lovingly. “But if you let me, I could help make more time so that you could hang out with Otou-san. Would you like that?”

After a few moments of consideration, he nodded hesitantly. 

“Okay, then it’s a deal. I’ll take care of both Otou-san and Sora-kun, so that you could have more fun with Otou-san. Sound good?” You grinned at him, and he gave you a small smile back. “For now, let’s just have you lie down, okay?” You helped him arrange himself so that he was fully in his father’s embrace, and then drew a blanket over them both. 

“…’Night, ____-san.” He whispered. 

Midorima: “Natsumi! Your lucky item is a stuffed walrus toy, nanodayo. We have one in the basement, please go and grab it. It’s in the wooden box next to the shelf.”

Once Natsumi ran off to go get it, he joined you in the living room, where you were putting together Natsumi’s school bag, and sticking necessary files into Midorima’s briefcase. 

“Your lucky item is a steel water bottle. Take one from the kitchen.” He informed you. 

You nodded, and pulled Midorima down for a quick kiss. “Have a nice day.”

His face flushed, even after all these years, and you giggled as he grabbed the briefcase, and glanced at his watch. His eyes widened. “Today… daylight savings… I’m late.”

You pushed him towards the door. “Go, then! Go!”

“Natsumi…” He trailed off, a little unsure. “I’m supposed to drop her off to school.” 

You waved him off. “Work doesn’t start until the afternoon for me, today, so I’ll just drop her off.”

He still seemed a little uneasy, especially when she came bounding up the steps with a wide grin on her face, showcasing the stuffed walrus. “I got it, I got it!”

Sighing, he knelt down and ushered his daughter towards him. “____ will drop you off to school today. Is that alright?”

Natsumi fell quiet, but peeked at you. You gave her a smile. She then nodded. “Go save lives, ‘Tou-san, hurry!”

Midorima’s shoulder’s relaxed, and he hurriedly pulled Natsumi forward to place the tiniest of kisses on her forehead, before saying goodbye and rushing out the door. 

She then turned to you. “____-san, I would like breakfast now. Then please put a bow on the walrus.” She paused, “Oh, and then can we listen to my favourite song in the car?”

You nodded, and patted her head, then leading her to the kitchen. She sat down on her seat, then gasped dramatically at the food. 

“Y-you made it exactly how I like it! Even ‘Tou-san can’t do it!” Natsumi stared at you in wonderment. “Why haven’t you made this before?”

“Natsumi-chan only told me that this was her favourite last night.” You reminded her, laughing.

She quickly gobbled up the food, then jumped off her seat to shove the walrus at you. “Can I help you put the bow on it?”

Aomine: “Repeat after me.” Aomine instructed. “’Tou-san–”

“’Tou-san…”

“– Is the best.”

“… Ith the betht.” 

“That’s my Tadashi.” Aomine said proudly, ruffling his son’s hair. “Did you see that, ___? He thinks I’m the best.”

You tapped Aomine’s head with your knuckles. “That’s called manipulation, Dai. Wait till Momoi hears about it.”

Aomine’s eyes widened in panic for a moment, before he snorted. “She can’t do anything to me.”

“Momo oba-chan ith gonna kick your butt!” Tadashi cheered, throwing his arms up, then breaking into some fighting moves. 

Scowling at Momoi’s own brainwashing she’d done on poor Tadashi, Aomine got up from his crouched position and wrapped an arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked down a path in the park, while Tadashi ran around the two of you. 

“So, did you– Tadashi!” Aomine broke off, turning around immediately when he heard the tiny shriek coming from his son. 

Tadashi lay on the ground, face first, obviously crying. The two of you ran over and knelt on either side of his tiny body. Aomine helped him up into a sitting position. “What hurts, Dashi? Where– ohh… it’s not so bad, Tadashi, really. Shh.”

There was a gash on Tadashi’s shin, that was beginning to bleed. Aomine worked hard to distract Tadashi and stop him from crying, while making sure that he didn’t look at the wound. You immediately got to work, going into the backpack you’d packed, and pulling out a first aid kit. Silently, you swiftly poured some water on a cotton ball and swiped the wound clean, then wrapped a quick bandage over it. “Done!”

Aomine leaned over to look at your work, and Tadashi copied him. “Ohh, what’th that?” Tadashi asked. 

“It’s a badge!” You proclaimed, taking out a pen and drawing a star on the white fabric of the bandage. “There we go! A badge for being really brave!”

Giggling, he spread his arms out wide, inviting you into a hug that you accepted immediately. Once Tadashi was back on his feet, Aomine gave you a look of love. 

“Th-thanks for that.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “I’ve never brought a first aid kit, it’s good that you did.” 

You smiled and pecked him on the cheek. “It’s my job to take care of the both of you!”

Murasakibara: Murasakibara had been blessed with triplets, before his partner had died of cancer when the triplets turned eight years old. 

Almost immediately, Himuro and his old Generation of Miracles teammates, as well as Murasakibara’s large family had gone into action, making sure both Murasakibara and the triplets were taken care of during such a trying time. 

Now, they’d settled into a comfortable routine, and all was somewhat well. Besides the fact that the triplets had managed to chase away any partner Murasakibara brought home, if they deemed them unworthy. Which was all of them. But there’d only been two before you. 

You were the third, and had held out the longest so far– two months. Murasakibara had invited you over to spend the night with him and his girls, and you were slightly terrified, but ready. 

The night had gone surprisingly well, and just before bed, the girls were combing their father’s hair, painting his nails, and putting jewelry on him while you fed him snacks every once in a while, so that he wouldn’t ruin the nail polish. Finally, Murasakibara yawned widely and stood up, a child hanging from both his arms and neck. “Time for bed~.” He sleepily announced, easily taking the three of them to their bedroom. 

He turned back for only a second to shoot you a “Be right back” smile. You waved at him. 

Once he came back, the two of you cuddled on the couch, until the both of you fell asleep. At around two A.M., you woke up, suddenly extremely thirsty. Maybe it was all those salty snacks. Sleepily, you got up and stumbled over to the kitchen. 

When you flicked on the light, three girls dressed as demons stood in a line, grinning at you. You shrieked and fell into a wall. “Wha- wha… what are you guys doing?”

“Scaring you.” They said at once, smiling creepily. You laughed, rolling your eyes and patting each one on the head. 

“Well, you achieved your goal. Do you want some hot chocolate?”

They looked at you suspiciously. “We might.”, one of the girls finally said.

Taking it as a yes, you walked over to a cabinet and opened up the one that carried the mugs, taking down four. Each of them had a different design on it. The girls sat themselves on the kitchen table, watching your every move. 

Once the hot chocolate was done, you poured some into each cup, put them on a tray, and brought it to the table. Before they reached out for them, you stuck a hand out. 

“Wait, I’ll give them to each of yours. This one–” the mug with the cats with heart eyes, “is yours, Yuko. This is Yumi’s–” the mug with the galaxy pattern, “and finally, this is Yumiko’s.” The last mug was printed with dragons. You took your own mug and sipped the drink peacefully. 

The girls stared at you. “You…”

“… got our…”

“… names right! And the mugs too!”

They were shocked. But you finished up your drink and ruffled Yuko’s hair. “Why wouldn’t I get it right? Hurry and finish so that I can put you three back to bed.”

Akashi: You smiled as you watched Akashi and his son, Hajime, sift through a large pile of books in their home library. They were picking out all of next week’s bedtime stories, as per usual. 

Once they were done, Hajime put the pile of books in his small wagon and started to trek back towards his bedroom, where’d he’d stack them on this bedside table. 

Akashi approached you, running a hand through his hair tiredly. “Sorry about that, ____, I’d forgotten that we had to pick out books today.”

You shook you head, smiling. “I think it was really cute. But… you do seem tired. And you never forget book day. Are you okay?”

He glanced over your shoulder to make sure Hajime was far enough before taking your hand and finally letting all of his exhaustion show. You had him sit down immediately. “Seijuurou! You look so tired! Did something happen?”

“I know I shouldn’t be sharing my worries when they have nothing to do with you, but… some business partner of mine has found his way in the middle of a scandal, and it might affect the company if I don’t do damage control. However, I don’t want to neglect Hajime either, I’m away from him enough as it is. I really don’t know what to do. Hiring a babysitter would be like giving away my responsibilities, and I don’t want that. “

Pulling Akashi into a hug, you murmured words of comfort, rubbing his back. You felt him melt into your embrace, and his breathing slow down slightly. He was relaxing, finally. “Seijuurou, if the problem affects you, then it’s my problem as well. Don’t hide these things from me, okay? Let me take care of Hajime, at least for tonight. You can get some work done then go to sleep right away. You need it.”

“I want to take care of Hajime. You’re my partner, not Hajime’s babysitter.” He weakly protested, voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

You pulled back and fixed Akashi with a stern look. “As your partner, I’m automatically Hajime’s co-caretaker. I love the kid to bits, I want to take care of him. Please let me. I want to take care of both of you. Please.”

Sighing, he nodded. “Just for tonight. If anything goes wrong, tell me immediately.”

And so you played with Hajime, as you usually did, and Akashi went back to work, after some insistence from you. The real test was during bed time. Once Hajime was all tucked in, he held Sunday’s book and stared at the door expectantly. 

“Haji… would it be okay if I read you your story tonight?” You asked quietly, smoothing out his blankets. 

He shook his head. “Thank you, ___-san, but Otou-san always reads me my stories. I’ll wait for him.”

You tried to think up a different tactic. Slowly, you sat down next to him on the bed, and glanced at the book. “What’s the book called?”

“The Blue Bug Makes Friends With the Purple Turtle.” Hajime stated, still staring at the door. 

“Ah… may I see it? Just for a bit?” 

Narrowing his eyes at you, he reluctantly handed the book over. You flipped through the pages, grinning and laughing slightly. 

Hajime’s straightened his back and tried to peek over your arm, at the book. “What? What?”

You shut the book, smiling at the small boy. “Ah, it’s nothing. The book is really funny, is all.”

“How is it funny? Tell me.” He demanded. 

You shook your head. “That’ll ruin the story. You should just wait till your Otou-san reads it to you.”

Fidgeting, Hajime went back to staring at the door for a few seconds before turning to you almost desperately. “Okay, fine, read me the story. But you better have different voices for all the characters.”

At three A.M., Akashi walked into his son’s room, exhausted, only to find Hajime and you cuddled up together, sleeping, book still in your hand. Smiling fondly, he took the book from you and grabbed a blanket, draping it over your body before getting into the other side of the bed, arm thrown over both his son and the love of his life.