#making noise before 3 am when she's trying to sleep? she'll just show up and be like >:( STOP

[kuroos-babie]

Falling in Love with a Single Mom

Sugawara x fem!Reader | Kenma x fem!Reader

[ Headcanons/MiniFic ]

Request: hi!! i absolutely loved your single mum hc and please could you write the same but with sugawara and kenma? thank you so much- you’re doing great!!! — anonymous 

a/n: sorry it took so long!! wasn't feeling motivated lately and didn't want to put out half-assed stuff :(( I HOPE U LIKE THIS ANON!!!!!

❀ suga sat in front of the class, observing his class of 4 year-olds with a gentle smile on his face.

❀ they were all minding their own, occasionally calling out for their teacher when they were short on glue and fancy stickers, checking up on their tablemates to compare their crafts

❀ one particular student catches his eye as the child opted to lay on his arms folded on top of his desk, looking sullen, instead of working on the given task; a father’s day card

“hey, is everything all right? are you not feeling well?”, his voice was soft as he approached the boy and his eyes grew softer when the he shook his head and proceeded to bury his face between his arms.

“why aren’t you making a card, then? look, all your friends are doing one for their dads.”

“i don’t even have a dad to give it to, why would i even make one.”

suga was taken aback by the young one’s words but stood his ground

“give it to me then, i’ll be your substitute dad”, he said with a gentle hand on the boy’s back, smiling even wider when the boy looked at him with a giddy smile

“really?”

❀ the child then proceeded to work on a card; enumerating all the nice things he likes about his teacher-turned-substitute-dad

❀ after adding the final sprinkle of glitter, he excitedly went to show his finished product

❀ suga scanned his work, his smile never leaving his face but the clumsily written bit at the end left his heart soft with sympathy for the little boy

❀ “i wish suga-san really was my dad, we would have lots of fun playing at the park and mama won’t be too lonely anymore!”

❀ when the day came to a wrap, he found himself being dragged through the halls, your child pulling him by the sleeve

"mama said she'll be picking me up today!"

he laughed nervously but continued to match the boy's little steps, "that's great! but why do i have to come with?"

"i want you to meet mama! i bet you'll like her, she's really nice, her food is amazing!! and she's the preeeeeettiest girl ever"

❀ and oh boy was he right

❀ suga couldn't contain the the wild blush that found it's way to his face, tinting his cheeks and the tip of his ears

❀ he hasn't felt this flustered since kiyoko held his hands

❀ he watched the boy let go of his sleeve to run to you, meeting him with a sweet smile

"mama! suga-san said he'd be my dad so i can have someone to give my dad's day card to!!"

you looked shocked. then confused. and then just plainly amused.

"baby, i told you to call your teachers sensei, haven't i?"

"but if he's my dad now should i still be calling him sensei?"

"you'd only cause trouble, baby. besides, i don't think he wants to be a full-time dad just yet, isn't that right sensei?"

you shot him an apologetic smile and he glance at the boy whose eyes are already brimming with tears

"i-i wouldn't mind at all!", he blurted out before he could even stop himself

his face flushed an even deeper shade of red which you found endearingly cute, "I MEAN ONLY IF YOU WANTED TO. IF HE! if he.. wanted to, i mean. yes."

❀ and that is how he found himself sat in your living room floor two weeks later, playing legos with your son

❀ he knew he couldn't be with you just yet, not when he still has your son as his student

❀ but when he glances at you busily preparing food in the kitchen and at the little boy on the floor trying to make turtles out of legos, he knew he'd be able to wait for a bit more.

❀ you and kenma lived in the same apartment complex, on the same floor, separated by a single wall

❀ being a new mom living alone with her 3-month old child wasn't easy

❀ sleepless nights, panicked grocery runs, and a shit ton of noise complaints from your neighbor

❀ noise complaints in the form of small pieces of paper slipped through the crack of your door

❀ "pls quiet down, trying to sleep. ty"

❀ but it was one evening when kenma had a scheduled stream and your baby's been inconsolable for the last 45 minutes, her cries seeping through the thin walls and bouncing across kenma's flat that he decided to come over yours

he knocked at your door, annoyance clearly shown in the way his eyebrows are knitted in a frown

"can you please do quiet down a bit? i'm trying to stream and the mic's picking up your baby's... crying"

he couldn't help but notice your disheveled look; wrinkled shirt, eyebags and tear-stained cheeks while you held your child, rubbing circles on her back in an attempt to calm her down.

"i'm very very sorry, she hasn't been feeling well. i'm sorry for the trouble, i really am"

he couldn't possibly be mad at you still, he figured you had it really tough and kenma's not the type to deliberately make you suffer even more

with a sigh and a quiet, "it's fine, i guess", he went back to his unit, deciding to cancel the stream just this once

❀ that evening, kenma laid on his bed thinking about you, or your situation rather.

❀ you woke up the next morning with a bag of groceries hanging on your doorknob

❀ it was full of cupped ramen, gatorade, a couple jars of baby food and a note in the same neat handwriting

❀ "i'll be next door if u need any help"

❀ you continued finding random treats at your doorstep with little notes for a few more weeks

"i ordered too much, u can have it."

"sponsor sent some stuff i didn't need."

"friend brought food, couldn't finish it all."

❀ you find it sweet but couldn't help feeling guilty having to bother your quiet neighbor like this

❀ so you decided to post your own little note on your door, hoping he'd find it

❀ "what food do u like?"

❀ the same hour you put it up, you heard shuffling outside your door

❀ and as expected there was another bag of instant ramen with your note scribbled with his reply

❀ "apple pie"

❀ a week passed with radio silence between you two, even your baby has been cooperative enough in your mission of trying to make apple pie

❀ soon you found yourself in front of the door right beside yours, freshly baked apple pie in your mitten-clad hands and your daughter blubbering in her carrier on your back

you knocked.

"uhm hi, i'm y/n. i made some apple pie, figured you wanna share."

kenma's eyes were wide and his cheeks dusted pink the same shade of yours.

he ushered you inside and prepared two plates and forks for the both of you.

"thanks for the stuff" was your meek attempt at breaking the silence.

"it's nothing really"

you noticed him silently looking at your daughter whose hands found their way into her mouth

carefully placing her from your lap to kenma's you giggled as panic flashed in his eyes.

he held her nonetheless, smiling softly as she reached out a slobbered hand to his cheeks and letting out curious coos

❀ you both soon found comfort in each other's homes, coming and going as you both shared takeout, home-cooked meals and stories in between

❀ kenma's fondess for your child grew apparent in the way he'd let her crawl all over him and tug at his hair and the way he held her up just to hear her giggles and the way you'd find him passed out on your couch with your baby on his chest and a protective arm around her

❀ what wasn't obvious to you was the way he would stare at you lovingly as you tucked your daughter to sleep in her crib every afternoon, or the way his little notes turned to subtle love confessions

❀ or the way he's been building up the courage in asking you to move in to a new house together and be a real family.

[braziliancurly]

That's my first FanFiction, hope you enjoy it! I'm not fluent in English, so I'm sorry for my mistakes.

Imigrant (Joe X FemReader)

You’re sitting with your son, at your house's sofa, waiting for your husband to back with the dinner.

- Mom, dad is taking forever!. – He says really annoyed.

-Darling, you need to be a little more pacient! – you reply him gently, trying to calm him down but looking into his light brown eyes you see that he's hungry, and couldn’t wait no longer (just as he's dad). – Dad must be in the way home, arriving soon.

You stand up from the sofa and kiss your son's wavy dark blond hair. You move to the kitchen in order to set the dinners table.

As soon as you finish you hear the door open and you husband asking your son to help him.

-MAMA! Dad's home! – Your baby said coming to the kitchen to put the Coke on the table and then taking a sit.

Your husband just did the same, but with the dinner's bags.

-Dinner!! -The hungry kid finally give a big smile - I thought I'll die before having it!

-What have we already told you about this words ? -Your husband said seriously.

- Sorry, dad.

-Just an expression, Joey. Don’t be mad. -You tried to broke the little heavy atmosphere, while you serve your kid.

-I don’t care, that's not a nice thing to say, or play. Death is not a joke.

Joe is rarely angry, by the way, something really bad need to happen to mad him. You need to know what happened that night, but you wouldn’t ask during the dinner to avoid increase the tension.

You all had dinner in silence, your little boy was ashamed and Joe was serious.

- I've finished. – Carefully said the boy.

-Do you want something more, Lucca? – you asked him.

-No, thanks.

-So put you plate, glass and cutlery to wash and go brush your teeth. Mama will soon be in your room to say good night .

As an angel he did what you told him. When he was far enough for not hearing any sound from the kitchen you decided to talk to Joe.

- Babe, what's wrong? – You tried to be carefully as possible.

-Nothing.

-Joey, please... That’s not you! What happened? You left home so happy and calm, then you back so different. – You stop eating to look him right to his eyes.

He didn’t answer to your question, keeping himself in silence till the last piece of his meal.

-I am full. – He said in a very angry tone.

- Sorry? – You were confuse.

- I can’t stand those immigrants. They're trash! Completely trash. Can’t even prepare na fast food order. It’s so simple. Why do they need to be so dumbass??? – He was furious, his eyes where dark in anger. – They just came here to steal our place! To occupy our kids' school, our hospitals and to be one more eating our food!

You couldn’t recognise him. He'd never say something like that. Special to you! His words were hurting you. You where holding your tears, but kept pretending you're strong. You wanted to see how far he can go...

-Joseph, they just mistaken your order, do you really need to act like that?

-NOT! WAS NOT ONLY THAT! I AM FULL. FUCKING HELL!! THOSE ASSHOLES ALWAYS DO THAT. THEY MISTAKE EVERYTHING, EVERYTIME AND ANYWHERE!!

-Slow down, Joseph Francis Mazzello. – You said seriously and angry, you said his full name to open his eyes to the fact that he’s from an immigrant family.

-SLOW DOWN? SLOW DOWN? – He stand up, punching the table with all his strength. – Those Latins are fucking the country, can’t you see? – He said while he came close to you. He put one of his hands in your cheek, looking you right to your eyes – which probably shows him how disappointed, sad and angry you were about his behaviour. He took some seconds, and said after a deep breath full of frustration: and I also have to deal with an “immigrant rights defender”, I'm definitely fucked.

-No, Joseph, you don’t have to deal with an “immigrant rights defender”, you have to deal with a immigrant wife. Or ex, suit your self.

You left him in the kitchen and went to your room, locked the door already crying.

-How could he say that? – You said to your self. – Has he forgotten who I am?

You cried your heart out till you fall asleep, completely hurt and weak .

Joe was at the kitchen, so furious that he didn’t wanted to follow you when you left. He just punch the wall two or three times before doing the dishes.

-What happened, dad? – The 7 years old asked him, shy and afraid of his dad's reaction. -Mama's crying .

-We had a little row. – Joe winked at Lucca.

-Why is she crying?

-Pregnancy makes women more sensitive, it’s just that. Don’t worry, she'll be fine. -He gave him a kiss on forehead -Now it’s time to good boys go to bed.

- Good night, dad.

-Good night, Lucca. – The boy was leaving the kitchen when Joe remember to say something important – Lucca! – he stopped and look back to his father – Dad loves you!

-So do I, dad!

Joe finished to organise all the kitchen and went to the living room, turning the TV on. He's watching Fast and Furious 5, when a scene reminds him how he met you. It happened on a Holliday, when he was watching a soccer match at Maracanã Stadium. You were sitting by his side, supporting your team, he got fascinated by you, for his lucky you also appreciated him and accepted his invitation for a beer after the match .

-GODDAMNIT! SHE'S BRAZILIAN – he yelled – Asshole. How could you forget it?

He jumped out the sofa and went to his room, faster as possible. He tried to open the door but it was locked.

-Oh c'mom. -he whispered – Darlin’?. – knocking the door – Darlin’please, open it.

You were sleeping, couldn’t hear him, after some minutes he left your door backing to the living room, he passed in front of Lucca's room and the door was opened, he put his head inside just to check if everything was ok.

Joe layed down on the sofa, without any blanket or pillow. He closed his eyes feeling the cold wind in his light and soft skin.

It was 3 a.m when he felt something warm in his arms, he opened his eyes facing Lucca.

-Oh, sweetheart! Why not in your bed?

- I had a nightmare. I went to your room but it was locked so I down stairs to drink water and found you here, you were cold, dad, then I brought you a blanket.

Joe sat on the sofa with Lucca's blanked on his back and shoulders, he put him in his lap

_ You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you don’t know how your father does love you. You'll only understand when you become a dad too. -Joe was trying not to cry. – I really love you, never forget it . Thank you for being so lovely to me . – He kissed his head while hugging him. Lucca is everything for Joe, he could kill or die for him.

Joseph stand up with his son in arms going to the kid's room. There, he layed him first then layed by his side.

-Let's stay together tonight – He said while covering both with the StarWars blanket.

Lucca quickly felt asleep, and Joe took the opportunity to appreciate his son, he's Joseph's spitting image, even though his hair is a mix of Joe straight hair and (Y/N) dark brown curls.

- You're so perfect, Lucca. -He whispered while lovely stroking his hair. -Can't believe I made you. Please stop growing up so fast. – Joe felt asleep thinking about how could his father be pleased to meet Lucca.

You woke up at 7 a.m, your eyes and face were swollen. You were feeling bad, still hurt by Joe’s behaviour and words. You started to cry again, but in silence.

It was 7:45 when you got strong enough to go to the bathroom to pee and wash your face. You also felt a little bit sick and no longer you vomit all your dinner.

- Oh shit! – you complained.

You brush your teeth and left your bedroom. In the hallway you saw Lucca's door open, so you cold see Joe and Lucca sleeping together. You got closer to them, carefully enough to not make noise. They were in a kind hug, Lucca’s head was in Joe’s chest, the scene melt your heart. You placed your hand in your belly, were baby 2 was, with a smile in your face you left the room.

You decided not to have breakfast, but had to prepare Lucca’s pancakes. Definitely pancakes are the boys' favourite breakfast, but you only prepared it for the younger one.

Chilling at the swimming pool area you hear some laughs coming from the stairs. You took a look inside your house and saw Joe playing airplane with Lucca. They were getting closer to you but don’t want to talk to Joe, so you pretend to be watching videos on you cellphone.

-MAMAAA!! – Lucca said in Joe’s arms

-Ooooh – You answer your inside joke. Joe cuddle putting the boy on the floor again. Lucca hugs you – Had a good night? – You asked pulling him to your lap.

-I had a nightmare, but dad helped me. -he said while you were playing with his dark blond waves and small curls.

You kissed his cheek making he smile, Joe noticed that you don’t want to talk to him, but still stand close to where you were .

- There’re pancakes waiting for you, Lucca.

-Yeahh! – He jumped out your lap, - We love it! – Lucca said holding Joe’s hand pulling him to the kitchen. You follow them, and served Lucca just after he sat .

While you were filling the boy’s glass with juice, Joe was looking to you, waiting for something, he was a bit ashamed, but said nothing. When you finish you left the kitchen.

Lucca stop his meal and pick a plate to Joe, sharing one of his two pancakes with dad.

-Now we are the same! – He said happily, Joe felt something hard in his throat, but made a huge effort to smile .

-Thanks, dude.

They had their pancakes, Lucca go cicle in the yard and Joe started looking for you.

-There you are. – he said, trying to sound nice. - Guess we need to talk.

You were ironing some of your baby’s clothes. You didn’t stop to look at Joe, you just ignore him.

-Ok, this way is harder, but you leave me no choices... -You asked God to shut up him – Yesterday was a horrible day, 15 years since my dad left me. – he stop a little, facing the floor. “God, please” you prayed. – I was trying hard to be happy and forget about it, but at night, I was hungry, and the attendants from the restaurant annoyed me, I couldn’t control myself. I am so ashmed. That wasn’t me. I swear. – He was looking to you, waiting any reaction. – Please, look at me, lets talk about it, I wanna apologize, look me in the eyes, please. I hate this. It’s so bad for me, for Lucca and for our baby. Please, look at me, let me explain myself?

You stoped, turned the iron off and looked at him. He was so handsome, his sad face, rose cheek, red lips, not brushed hair, you really want to kiss him and say “its fine”.

-Better, thank you. -He said a little sarcastic when you looked into his eyes- (Y/N) I am so sorry, my blood boiled yesterday I couldn’t think straight. Sorry for everything you've heard, you didn’t deserve. You know, I’m also imigrant.. – You rolled your eyes – Sorry. I love you. I do really love you. Everything you do is great, look at our family, we’re so blessed. I'm the most blessed man in the world, I have my Brazilian wife, our son, baby two comming, both healthy and loved. I couldn’t ask for more. Please forgive me. – He said in a shocked voice – Can’t live without your smile, hug and love, I... -You stopped him

- I forgive you. – You said emotionlessly although you were dieing inside. You noticed that your cold-reply made him a little more sad. -Is this all? -Your voice was chocked too.

A tear stream down Joe’s face before he come closer to you. He placed his hands on your waist, making you shiver, he gave you a sweet kiss in your forehead.

- (Y/N) Eu te amo. – You felt few tears falling from his eyes on your skin. He gave you one more forehead kiss. - Você ser meu vida. – Joe’s Portuguese was kinda wrong, but you didn’t mind, you couldn’t hold your tears anymore. -Eu te amo.

-Joey, eu também te amo. – You answer, kissing his lips passionately. Both were crying. Joe's hands grip you firm and yours were in his neck and hair. But no longer you had to stop kissing when Lucca arrive.

-Jesus! – Your son's hands were covering his eyes. Joe blush and cuddle. You felt your face heat but tried to play it cool.

-We've finished – Joe said rolling his eyes in a funny way. Your son discovered his eyes -Come here - Joe called him for a hug. Lucca pulled into his dad's arms, and you 3 hug together.

-Thank you, Lord, I’m so blessed! – Joe whispered during the hug. You look at his eyes and saw a little happy tear raising. You smile and also thank God for your family.