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Relationships: Danny Fenton & Timmy Turner, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Danny Fenton, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Timmy Turner, Danny Fenton & Dick Grayson, Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Danny Fenton & Alfred Pennyworth, Timmy Turner & Dick Grayson
Words Count: 2,341
Chapter: 5/31
Summary: When the Turners finally cross the line and hurt him, Timmy, in tears, doesn't know who else to call but his only big brother figure, Danny Fenton.
Danny, who has been living between his friends' houses after his parents discovered his secret identity and tried to shoot him, ignores everything and goes to Timmy's rescue. As soon as he sees him, he decides then and there that his main task will be taken care of Timmy.
So, they abandon their dimensions, which are no longer safe for either of them, traveling to the place with the highest crime rate ever and showing up at the door of the richest man with a problem of adopting homeless children, who also leads a team of masked vigilantes to fight crime.
Or,
Timmy and Danny are adopted by Bruce Wayne and become part of the most dysfunctional and unique family. In the process, they create chaos.
Pairing: Sugawara KĆshi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used)
AU: post!timeskip
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 1 280
Warnings: none
Summary: You help Suga clean up the classroom
Prompts: acorn, chestnut, pinecone
A/N: Iâm in love with Suga. I said it before and Iâll say it again. Iâm in love with this character. If I could, Iâd marry the shit out of him
After hours of sitting on the small chair that had been assigned to you, you felt like it was almost a relief to be sweeping the floor of the elementary school classroom. The children had done most of the cleaning up already but wanting the room to be in top condition for their Monday class, you had offered to sweep out the last dust and traces of their crafting projects; scraps of paper mostly.
âThank you so much, you really didnât have to help clean up,â a familiar voice behind you spoke, making you look up from where you had just gathered everything you had swept up in a neat pile.
âYouâre welcome, thank you for inviting me,â you smiled and turned around to your former classmate Sugawara.
âI was surprised you actually came,â he admitted, running a hand through his adorably disheveled silver hair, before he grabbed a hand broom and walked over to you, crouching down and sweeping up the paper and dust you had gathered.
âI got invited, so I figured it was the polite thing to do,â you told him, making use of the moment to take in his appearance once more.
His hair was longer than it had been during his school time, but not unkempt. Instead, it looked soft and fluffy, just like the dark green sweater he was dressed in. During your school time you had been close, really close, but with university and the stress of entering a job, you had lost contact for a few years, until you had bumped into him again recently.
It had hardly surprised you, that the attraction you had felt towards him during school was still there, and he had hardly changed. He was still the responsible, caring friend you knew, but at the same time as sassy and chaotic as ever.
One thing that had changed though was that he had grown more confident, and after meeting with him and a few other friends from school, he asked you to go out with him. It was nothing official yet, only the declaration between the two of you that you both wanted to try what a relationship might be like, limited to dates over coffee or ramen and shy handholding.
Both of you were busy with your jobs though, so when he had invited you to the event at his school, you had agreed to join immediately, knowing it gave you a good excuse to spend time with him while watching him in his workplace and interact with the students he taught. And it would have been an understatement to claim watching him treat them so sweetly, taking them serious but not being harsh with them, instead curious and funny, it made your heart swoon even more for the young elementary school teacher.
âThe kids were really excited for you to join,â Suga agreed, getting up from the floor and discarding the last dirt in the bin. âAnd so was I.â
He shot you one of his bright smiles as he put the brooms away.
âI really had fun,â you told him, leaning against one of the small tables. âIt was nice, doing some crafting again. I liked the idea.â
âTo have children and parents craft together?â
âThat too, but also the little figures?â You turned around and lifted up one you had made. âFirst going out and searching for the acorns and chestnuts and pinecones, and then making these little figures out of it? Thatâs a really adorable idea.â
Suga smiled thoughtfully, walking over to one of the tables where he had prepared two cups of leftover tea.
âI wanted to do something that fit the season and gave the parents a reason to spend time with their children,â he explained, handing you one of the cups and leaning against a table opposite you. His smile faded away and instead was replaced by thoughtfulness. âSome of the children said, their parents barely have time for them, and it made them sad that they couldnât play together like in the story we read in class.â
âSo, you created an opportunity for that?â
Suga nodded, taking a sip of the black tea. âHm, Iâm really glad every child had at least one parent who made time for them.â
âAnd they made some really cute figures,â you laughed, remembering the attempts of the students to stick woolly yarn on the heads of their figures and draw faces on the roundish, smooth surface.
âOh, now that you mention it,â Suga pushed away from the table again and walked over to his desk. âI received a gift.â
Curiously you watched as he carefully pulled something out of a drawer, placed it on his palm and came walking back over to you.
âWhat is it,â you asked, tilting your head. It seemed like two of the pinecone- figurines, and as Suga came closer, you realized one had silver yarn stuck to its head and the other a yarn that seemed to try to imitate your own hair colour.
âItâs us,â Suga grinned, holding the figures out for you to study more closely. In fact, it seemed like their hands had been glued together, making it look as if they were holding hands.
âDid you tell them we were dating,â you asked amused, taking in the details of the figures. The one that represented Suga had some dark green felt stuck over its body, mimicking his pullover while your figure was dressed in bright orange.
âI didnât⊠I might have mentioned you a few times though,â he admitted.
When you looked up at him, he had the softest smile on his face looking at the figures.
âA few times,â you asked amused, knowing if he said âa few timesâ he probably hadnât shut up about you. You had already suspected as much, considering how much the children had known about you before you had even stepped foot into the classroom.
Suga hummed, not really reacting to your teasing, instead his soft smile turning cocky as he said: âOne of the mothers asked when weâre getting married.â
You sputtered at that, quickly averting your eyes as heat rose in your cheeks. Suga had known exactly what his statement would do to you and took delight in your reaction.
âWeâre barely dating,â you told him, trying hard to regain your composure, still unable to meet his eyes, the idea of marrying Suga suddenly making hot butterflies dance in your stomach.
You heard Suga put down the figurines he had been holding, and a moment later he was standing in front of you, caging you against the table with both of his hands on either side leaning against the table.
âWell, maybe we should make it official,â he whispered against your ear, his voice low, but you knew him well enough to hear the nervousness that swung alongside his suggestion.
Turning your head, finally looking at him again, you found his dark eyes watching you carefully. There was still a hint of cockiness and playfulness left, but it was obvious how hard he tried to keep up the façade over the fear of rejection. For a moment you just studied him, his beautiful dark eyes, the faint freckles over his nose, the dark hair on his jaw where he had shaved just this morning, the soft bow of his lips.
Yeah, you thought to yourself, you most certainly wouldnât mind making it official. The only reason you hadnât asked him yet was because you hadnât been certain whether he was certain. So instead of giving him a verbal answer, you just smiled at him shortly before leaning in and closing the gap between your lips.
No me habĂa dado cuenta que tenĂa dolor de espalda y cuello hasta que me toque la piel, es como si me hubiesen golpeado mientras dormĂa, es raro, la sensaciĂłn del dolor es dificil de explicar, pero ojo que solo siento dolor cuando me toco la piel de esas zonas.Â
Ya son casi las 6pm, realmente ya quiero estar en mi casa, en mi cama. Solo queda esperar 1 hora mĂĄs para poder salir de aquĂ.
