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elfgirljen and today's prompt is In the Kitchen. Burnt supper again? Pasta sauce on the ceiling? sex on the kitchen table? Tell us a story about the kictchen.The rules still haven't changed:
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Supernatural, wee!Dean, baking cookies with mommy
MCU, Tony, I think there's a kitchen in Stark Towers
Supernatural, Sam, "Dean's gone all Martha Stuart on me! He bought dollies Cas! Dollies!"
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Date: 2014-09-19 03:21 am (UTC)Jason stops with a spoon full of ice cream midway to his mouth. It's 3AM and isn't exactly being ninja-quiet, but he figured someone who slept through like, decades of great music and the fucking moon landing would sleep through him getting up to grab a late night snack.
"Neapolitan," Jason says. "Didn't they have that back in 1914?"
Steve crosses his arms, half-annoyed and half-amused. He looks all disheveled and sleepy-eyed, which – hm.
"Not the ice cream," he says. Jason takes a bite, then offers Steve a spoonful. He shakes his head. "I meant in the freezer. Is that –"
And Jason would step in front of him, but Steve's about three times stronger and a good bit taller than him, and anyway, it's his apartment they're crashing at tonight, so –
"Jay," Steve asks. "Why is there a set of knives in your freezer?"
Jason thinks about this while he eats a couple more spoonfuls of ice cream, making sure to combine all three flavors with each bite. The short answer is, of course, there are knives and other weapons everywhere around this place – and around Steve's place, and either one of their bikes, and –
He likes to be prepared, okay? He may not have been a boy scout, but he was Robin.
The longer answer, well. "I mean," Jason says. He offers Steve the ice cream again, and this time Steve takes it. He's shirtless, and Jason can see the goosebumps run down his skin from the cold. "You never know when you're going to be in the kitchen, getting a snack, and –"
"Bad guys come to steal your ice cream?" Steve suggests. Jason scowls at him, and Steve smiles and leans down and kisses him, his mouth sticky and sweet. He maneuvers the carton of ice cream out of Jason's hands, followed by the spoon. Jason's hands are cold when he runs them over Steve's big fucking arms, and he feels Steve shiver under him, and for second there he forgets all about what woke him up to begin with –
bad dreams, clawing his way through wood and dirt and the sound of horrible, gleeful laughter waiting for him at the top –
and just clings a little. It's okay to do that, sometimes, with Steve. He lets Steve guide him back to bed, and the next time they stay the night at his place, there's a gallon of ice cream waiting for him in the freezer.
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Date: 2014-09-17 05:17 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve/Bucky, learning about new foods together in the future
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Date: 2014-09-17 05:18 am (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, attempted murder by way of the serving dish
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Date: 2014-09-17 05:19 am (UTC)Leverage/Avengers movieverse, Eliot/Bucky, cooking lessons
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Date: 2014-09-17 05:20 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse/DCU animated, Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd, "I tried to make you breakfast. It didn't work."
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Date: 2014-09-17 05:21 am (UTC)fairy tales, any witch + author's choice, "Don't ask about the ingredients, dearie."
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Date: 2014-09-17 10:22 am (UTC)(*whines* I really miss Li'l Gotham.)
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Date: 2014-09-18 12:05 am (UTC)Damian's not invited, anyway, which is probably why he's in such a fucking mood.
Well, that and the fact that Jason of all fucking people is stuck playing babysitter, because Alfred had business back in England or a hot fucking date or, more likely, just didn't want to be held responsible when the kid inevitably goes AWOL, and Dick's in Bludhaven, and Tim – probably laughed in Bruce's face. Which is what Jason wanted to do, but it's better to keep an eye on the kid here than have him going around Gotham attacking former Robins, or whatever.
Still. Bruce owes him one.
"For the last time, kid," Jason says, heavy emphasis on the kid because he knows Damian hates it, "I didn't cook your goddamn cat."
"I have seen him in hours," Damian says. He's staring distastefully at the pot of soup Jason is cooking, which Jason figures is fair enough – he's not terrible, but he's not Alfred, either.
"Yeah, and he's a cat," Jason says. "The place is huge. He'll turn up."
"Or he's in there," Damian says. Jason resists the urge to hit him with a wooden spoon. Remembers that Damian is a kid, and –
"Is there meat in there? You know I don't eat –"
Jason sighs. Rolls his eyes up so high they're going to get stuck there, just like Alfred used to tell him. "Yeah," he says. "I decided the bat-cow wasn't doing her part around here, so I chopped her up while you weren't looking – which, I don't know when that could be, since you haven't left me alone for twelve seconds since I got here."
There's a pause. Damian sniffs at the food again. Jason wonders which one of them is actually babysitting who.
"If you're lying," Damian says, "I'll –"
"Damian," Jason says. "If you shut up for five minutes and go set the table, I'll let you go on patrol with me later and I won't even tell Bruce that you cracked into his files just to read up on Supergirl."
The kid's mouth clamps shut. He scowls, and blushes, but stalks off to set the table.
Jason is awesome with kids.
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Date: 2014-09-17 12:38 pm (UTC)"Eddie! Get in here!"
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