#Fic: Sweet as Sugar

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 - Separation Strikes

"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.

His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.

Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.

And it was summer; Damian starts today.

"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."

Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.

"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"

"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."

Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.

Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.

Danny just...

His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.

He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.

Not like he was.

Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.

He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.

Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.

His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.

(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)

Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"

He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.

Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.

He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.

Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."

"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.

Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?

He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."

Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"

Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.

And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.

His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."

Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"

That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"

Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.

"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."

Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.

"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."

Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"

[imagionationstation]

“Can you listen?”

Raph’s world tilts, the same way it always does when he uses that tone of voice. “What?”

“Can you listen? Just, listen?”

He closes the comic immediately. “If I gotta.”

Mikey enters the room and sits. His head rests against the edge of the bed as Raph puts his feet on the floor. His brother stares at the roof, solemn.

“I think it’s my fault,” His voice doesn’t have the Mikey tint to it. It’s burdened and stiff. He hates it. “That no one likes me.”

Raph’s pinches his arm to stop the impulse to open his mouth.

Mikey’s eyes are distant. He’s faraway, stuck in thoughts that he hardly ever has, in a sluggish moment that makes his movements slow and each word pronounced. “I know I care be weird. And loud. And- and I see them. The looks. From.”

He stops, as if he can’t remember if there was more to that statement. Or maybe he doesn’t want there to be.

Mikey’s supposed to be an open book. And yet, sometimes even he can’t bear to flip his own pages.

“We’re different. I know that. Humans won’t like us. Because we’re... Monsters.” Mutants, he wants to correct, in the same way that he does when Donnie whispers the hateful freak to the mirror.

He digs his fingers into the sheets. Why does he have to watch, time and time again, as it spreads like a plague between them? “And- And not ‘cause we are. We just… It’s just that way for us.”

He looks up. Raph nods, a stiff motion. Not talking. Listening. 

“And I can be different. ‘Cause of my head. And my- my-” He waves vaguely to explain what they both already know. “And it’s not bad. But it can be. Bad. Annoying. And it’s okay. Donnie’s-” Another wave. “It’s not bad. It’s just us. But it’s. For me, it’s like.”

He looks at the ground. “I think. I think if you weren’t my family, I’d be alone.”

Don’t say it- “There’s Leatherhead.” DARN IT- 

“Yeah,” Mikey agrees, soft. Raph exhales, relieved. “Leatherhead’s my best friend.” 

There’s so much defeat. Raph bites his tongue. Mikey mutters, “I don’t know.” 

He waits. Mikey says, “Maybe he shouldn’t be.” 

Raph scoots down to the floor. Mikey doesn’t react. “He’s great. I don’t know what I’d do if he wasn’t. I don’t like thinking about it.”

The lost gaze drifts across the roof. “Sometimes I think I’d be better if I wasn’t me. If I was different. And then I want to change, but then Leo gives me the perfect opportunity for a sneak attack, and then he’s glittery and embarrassed and it’s… Fun. I have fun. But it can also be mean. And make people mad. And I don’t want to change. I don’t want to. But maybe I should.”

He leans on Raph’s shoulder, weighed by defeat. “Raph?”

Raph’s awful at this. He knows that. But he has to say something.

“Don’t know anything about should or shouldn’t. I know you’re my little brother. Don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t. You are. That’s all that matters to me. Which means we’re stuck with each other. You don’t want to change? Don’t.”

He hesitates, scanning his face for any hint that his words are having the right impact on him. “Nobody’s the boss of you but you. World sucks. Humans suck. Some people’ll like you for stupid and some people won’t. Leatherhead’s been around this long. Don’t see him running off any time soon.”

Mikey smiles, briefly. It falls.

Raph follows his gaze to the poster.

He mutters, “Thank, Raphie.”

Raph swallows the bubbling worry and says, “Sure, Mike.” 

They stay there until Mikey gains the strength to retreat to his room.

[navybrat817]

Is the silver fox alpha really a silver fox?

I don't know your definition or preference, nonnie, but Bucky's look will be based off this beautiful @nixakimbo edit and his very much a silver fox to me. ❤️‍🔥

Love and thanks! ❤️

[venting-corner]

I feel like people don't know what a sweet tooth is. Yes, you love sweets, and yes, you would never refuse if you're offered one.

I have sweet tooth. There's not a day where I don't consume some kind of pastry or cookie. But that doesn't mean that I eat sugary concoctions that have so much sugar that you might as well eat it pure. If there's only sugar then what's the point of endless pastries and other sweet things that differ from each other due to taste, texture, flavor and more. Sugar is not only thing making them enjoyable but it is the base.

So why am I ranting about people misunderstanding sweet tooth? Because there's one worldwide famous character that's known for one of 3 things: Strength, beauty and of course, sweet tooth. The infamous Gojō Satoru. He has it and it is certainly a rare character quality. But people always blow it out of proportions!!! It's like Dick Grayson with his cereal. 90% of fics portray him eating only sweets and most of the time so much that you're shocked how he didn't die from his blood sugar being so high. Or how he eats sweets filled with so much sugar that he might as will eat it straight from the jar.

Yes, he has a sweet tooth. But he eats dessert as much as a normal person with a sweet tooth. The only times I remember him consuming something sweet was when he was first introduced and had bought himself kikufuku and when he added four sugar cubes into his tea (which I do as well lol). So where's that fic version that lives purely off of sugar? I hope those people know that he also loves eating normal food as well? He most likely has a bottomless pit of a stomach and if I had that big of an appetite I would try to eat various things. Only eating dessert would get old really fast, even when you have sweet tooth. I got tired of chicken for 2-3 months after 2 weeks of continuously eating it, despite loving chicken. So yeah, Gojō eats pastries moderately like a normal person.

And do you know what bugs me even more? Most of the Jjk cast (fic version) hating sweets, just because Gojō loves them. I have no doubt that even if some of them don't like sweets that much, they would sit down with him and eat a slice of cake without thinking how disgustingly sweet it is everytime. Because Gojō is known for being annoying, some fic authors use his sweet tooth to have more things for the characters to be annoyed with about Gojō. As if he didn't have enough already

I don't know why this rant got so long about me defending Gojō. However, as a fellow sweet tooth, I feel like it is my obligation to defend his love for sweets as I will defend mine anytime

But I am still on a roll, so I want to also show off my collection of Gojō Satoru official arts where he has food in his hands

Unfortunately, Tumblr has a limit of 10 pictures per post, so here

Amount times I used sweet tooth in this post: 10

Honestly I expected more

[toupee-or-nottoupee]

Very random but what sort of sweets do u guys think the Company likes? like i 100% think Fíli is a chocolates sort of guy

[hainethehero]

It doesn't matter who.

Tony, Bruce, Clint, Bucky...

They all have a soft spot for their sweet boy Steve.

For one of my bottom!Steve fics that I haven't updated in a while...

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the song “Make It Sweet” by Old Dominion from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 202

Drarry microfic: sweet lemonade

When Harry entered the kitchen, Draco’s head was buried into one of the cupboards above the stove. He was standing on his tiptoes, trying to look in the back of the cupboard.

“What are you doing?”

Draco jumped a little at the sound of Harry’s voice, though he didn’t turn to look at him. He continued his search for Merlin-knows-what.

“I’m looking if we still have some sugar left,” came Draco’s muffled voice from the cupboard. “It’s not looking promising, though.”

Confused, Harry raised an eyebrow. “Why do you need sugar?”

Draco pointed at a big batch of lemons standing on the counter. “Mother has sent some lemons from her home in Italy. I want to make sweet lemonade of them.”

Harry chuckled and shook his head fondly. He couldn’t deny that the thought of some fresh homemade lemonade made his mouth water.

In front of him, Draco sighed as he finally emerged from the cupboard, closing it softly. He turned to look at Harry, his long hair all dishevelled. “Could you go get some sugar from the store, please?”

With a smile growing on his face, Harry stepped closer and placed a loving kiss on his husband’s cheek. “Of course, love.”

Prompt from June 2nd

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[beewritesstuff]

I am in love with your sweet as sugar fic, freaky papyrus?? I never knew I needed him but omg you filled a hole I didn’t know was there

I love him your honor

Writing grown men with limited relationship experience is fun, because they're bundles of 50% wild anxiety and 50% deeply romantic and horny fantasies just waiting to be acted out on a lovely lady. At least according to the ones I've asked or besmirched haha

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas VanDork!

@vand0rk Your request involved your version of the Van Dort family (Victor, Victoria, and daughter Lily) going to see The Nutcracker ballet, and I have delivered! I still find it amusing that Lily was born the year this premiered. XD Anyway, hope you like!

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“Oh, that was amazing! All the dancers were so graceful and elegant – and the scenery! So beautiful! Oh, Daddy, wasn’t it incredible how they made the Christmas tree grow like that?”

“It was!” Victor agreed, smiling at the bright gleaming joy in his daughter’s eyes. “And so quickly too! I would have thought it would take longer.”

“Me too!” Lily bounced in place, looking rather like she wanted to start pirouetting around the lobby. “And then the battle between the Mouse King and the Nutcracker – oh, I knew that they wouldn’t actually let the Mouse King win, that they couldn’t kill off the title character, but still! I was so nervous for him!”

“I was too – they had quite the fight,” Victoria said with a soft chuckle. “Though, really, what impressed me the most were all those dancers playing mice. I couldn’t believe how smoothly they performed in those costumes! They can’t be light.”

“I imagine they’ve practiced for months and months with them on,” Victor said, trying to picture the scene. “I would have immediately run into a wall the minute I put one on, I’m sure.”

“Oh, Daddy.” Lily gave him a hug. “I’m sure you’d be amazing as a mouse!” She looked up at him, and her brow furrowed. “Granted, you’d be a very tall mouse...”

Victor laughed. “I would, wouldn’t I? I’d tower over all the rest of my fellows. Perhaps I’d be better suited as a tin soldier then.”

“Or the Nutcracker himself, even! He’s one of the main characters – he’s supposed to be tall! And then I could be Clara, and stop the Mouse King from killing you by throwing my shoe!” Lily declared, miming doing just that. “And then you could pick me up and whisk me off into the forest, along the path to – er – where is it they’re going for Act II?”

“The Land of Sweets,” Victoria informed her, checking their programme. “Where they will be met by the Sugar Plum Fairy, and Clara’s bravery in saving the Nutcracker will be honored by a grand dance of sweets from around the world.”

“Ooooh – yes, please, sweep me off to the Land of Sweets,” Lily said with an eager nod.

Victor chuckled. “I’m sure we can make arrangements after the ballet,” he assured her, lightly ruffling her hair. “I’m so glad that you’re enjoying this so much. We were a little worried it wouldn’t be your cup of tea, so to speak.”

“Oh no – it’s absolutely lovely,” Lily said, giving into her impulses and doing a little spin. “I can’t thank you and Mamma enough for bringing me along. Everything is just so – so beautiful, and elegant, and – and I’ve never felt so Christmassy before!”

“The performance does very much suit the season,” Victoria agreed – then let out a little gasp, pointing at the nearby wall. “Oh – speaking of which...”

Victor followed her finger to see a light snow beginning to fall just outside the lobby windows. “Oh! I didn’t think it was supposed to snow tonight,” he said, scratching his head.

“I didn’t either – but it certainly adds to the Christmassy mood, doesn’t it?” Victoria said, giving Lily a smile.

“Definitely!” Lily hurried over to the window for a better look, Victor and Victoria following in her wake. “It’s so light and delicate – perhaps the Sugar Plum Fairy has paid us a visit, sprinkling powdered sugar all over the city.”

“It certainly looks that way,” Victor nodded. “Imagine stepping outside and catching snowflakes on your tongue then.”

Lily beamed at him. “That would be the best,” she agreed, before turning her attention back to the snow. “So pretty...”

Victor grinned at her, then wrapped his arm around Victoria’s shoulders. “What a lovely way to spend the holiday,” he murmured in her ear.

“It is,” she whispered back to him, putting her arm around his middle. “I don’t think I’ve had a Christmas season happier since Lily was born.” She glanced over her shoulder for eavesdroppers, then leaned in. “And I hope a certain someone is enjoying it too.”

Victor opened his mouth to agree – then blinked as movement outside caught his eye. Looking out the window, he thought he saw, just for a moment, the shadow of a blue-tinged figure spinning in the swirl of flakes, arms held wide and head tilted back. He stared for a moment, then smiled and turned back to his wife. “Oh – I think she very much is.”

[unityrain24]

i feel like i see it everywhere in fanfics and headcanons and incorrect quotes and like everything why is the general consensus that loki massive sweet tooth T^T honestly i feel like they'd get nauseous and be disgusted by super sugary and things

[biaswreckmepls]

hi, I’m desperately looking for a kind of sugar daddy yoonkook fic where jungkook got rich because he is a famous video games developer and yoongi is a broke music student and jungkook offers to pay things for yoongi, could you help me find it? thank you so much!!!!

Hi! I think the best fic i've found that fits your description is Taking Advantage by TaehyungieV, except that jungkook is just a CEO and not a video game developer?

Alternatively for some other Yoonkook Sugar Daddy AU fics, you have:

red velvet, sugar sweet by notyoongs (Jungkook is also a student)

Give It To Me by serendipark (Jungkook is a mafia boss)

Let me know if these help!

[navybrat817]

Miss Navy, anything tickling your muse? I know you're busy, so you don't have to answer if you don't want to!

I don't mind, nonnie! We'll have farmer!Bucky in October and hopefully this Bucky. But this look...

Retired contract killer turned sugar daddy. He adores you. Worships you. Someone may try to pull him back in for one more job even though he's retired. Might see their sights on you if he says no...

Love and thanks! ❤️

[jooeeydee]

We know how Sara Lance likes her coffee, black with lots of sugar! We learn that early on in Legends Season One. You might like your coffee differently and that's fine, so is artistic liberty in matters the show didn't elaborate on but if the show gave us the answer, stick with it. And the shows gave us several people's coffee preferences. Sara drinks it black with two sugars, Oliver likes it black, Felicity drinks a none fat latte with extra sugar (that makes zero sense on a nutrition level) just to name a few. We got the info. So do your research. Use another methaphor. Sorry things like that just really annoy me. But then again, I spend hours working out the smallest detail and researching things like Max Fuller's wife's name...

She doesn't like her coffee bitter, like her relationships and dirty martini, the woman mainly drinks scotch!, like do your research if you use it as something to make a point about a character and their actions.

And Sara was not sleeping with whoever tickled her fancy during her time with the Legends. There were a few choice people she hooked up with but she wasn't sleeping her way through time as so many Avalance people would like to make it out.

And who the hell thinks Ava's sweet while Oliver is bitter? It's like the exact opposite. Oliver's the sweetest person on the planet, Ava is so fucking bitter it's not even funny anymore.

And I don't why I'm over here ranting. Blame it on all the people tagging fics as Canarow simply for mentioning the fact that Sara used to date Oliver. That's a fact, you don't need to tag it that for two sentences.

I swear I get heat for also tagging a Canarrow story Olicity because technically in the story Oliver is with Felicity as in the present but Avalance and Olicity people tag a story Canarrow just because Sara and Oliver having been together is mentioned or they break up in the first chapter and them actually being together is never shown in the story.

Make it make sense and stop tagging your toxic bullshit with my ship! There are so few Canarrow fics out there don't throw your anti-fics in there I don't want to see those toxic ships under my happy tag.

I think I'm done now.

And where are my fellow Canarrow writers at? I sort of want to go through with "there can't be a none Canarrow ship at the top of the Canarrow tag" but I'm one person, my muse is flakey and given the amount of Avalance and Olicity people that are currently falsely tagging their fics Canarrow I will not be able to do that.

Wow this post just turned into something entirely different.

Anyway... I hope everyone has a great day.

[taw-k]

Please tell me in not the only one that really doesn't like the nickname "pet" that Loki always uses 😭😭😭

[beewritesstuff]

Sweet as Sugar

An UTPapyrus/Reader fic, because sweet boys deserve to be horny too.

Chapter 5- Juicy Peach

Beware the tags and rating ;)

[machabre]

i bet Sergei loves cookies but does he ever make them by himself— absolutely not because well- it takes a great chunk of time. Also he doesn't need to eat three cookie sheets worth of them