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It's hump day aka Wednesday

Hello everyone, I'm

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.

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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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When we go out to eat, invariably Mom drops something on the floor and makes this tsk noise, "Why can't I bring your dogs to the restaurant? Where's Vinnie when I need him?"

"You gonna eat that?" Rocket's nose was only about three inches from Peter's plate.

"Yes, I'm going to eat it, it's a PB and J! And it's mine!"

"I wanna try it!"

"Tough."

"Quill, gimme, or I'll take a shit in your boots when you aren't looking."

Peter opened his mouth to retort, decided maybe he didn't want that to happen. Still, he couldn't just let go of his PB and J. "I'll half it with you."

Rocket's beady eyes narrowed, then he smiled. It was one of the more frightening things Peter had ever seen. "Yeah, sure! Gimme!"

Tearing the sandwich in half, Peter passed the plate over to Rocket, who didn't dunk the sandwich in water, like he'd expected. Instead, Rocket sniffed delicately, the tip of his pink tongue touching the gooey red jelly. He didn't shove it in his mouth, but ate slowly, savoring each bite. Peter almost forgot to eat his own half sandwich, watching Rocket, at least until he heard Drax.

"What is that? It smells delightful. Are you going to consume it?"

Aww! *blushes*

You know, Damian's grown on me a lot in the last few weeks, and when I saw this I just... needed to write this nonsense. Glad you liked! :D

"What the hell is that?"

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.

Okay I did not expect ice cream to be this hot OR this emotional-full-of-feels.

This was terrific. I love how palpably Jason just desires Steve, and trusts him too. I love the real angst and the comfort. And ice cream kisses, yay! Also love these lines:
He looks all disheveled and sleepy-eyed, which – hm.

He likes to be prepared, okay? He may not have been a boy scout, but he was Robin.

He's shirtless, and Jason can see the goosebumps run down his skin from the cold.

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.

Thank you so much!!!

<3 I saw this prompt and thought of this (http://amazingmichelleman.tumblr.com/post/16038529740/he-loved-cars-and-girls-and-getting-into) quote and I don't know, Jason sneak-attacked with the feels. :>

So glad you liked! You're welcome :D

Thanks for the lovely fill. I particularly enjoyed Rocket savouring the sandwich. :D

You're welcome!

Finch sat and watched appreciatively as Reese expertly filleted the fish. It was good to think that all the knife training had finally been shown to have a positive use (apart of course from keeping Reese alive at times). Plus, having learnt to keep moving his feet while using a knife continued to be of benefit, as he avoided Bear, who was eagerly anticipating a sliver of fish skin to come his way.

Finch waited for Reese to put the knife down before approaching him for a kiss. In the ex-operative’s hand the culinary knife was still a deadly weapon.

I like Finch's appreciation and his very sensible caution.

Thank you. :D

I'm pleased you liked it.

I suspect sudden movements when Reese was holding a knife wouldn't be a good idea.

A/N: So I don't really know that I know what I'm doing here, but I was looking a pictures of Nightwing/Oracle, and saw some comic panels, and them and this prompt mixed, and so I wrote this. It's a bad mix of comic ideas and the animated series and my brain. Sorry.

“You need to learn how to cook.”

Dick ignored her, shoveling another spoonful of cereal in his mouth as he walked around the room, stopping to pull on a shirt and then going back to the eating as though he hadn't paused. She shook her head. Sometimes he really was unbelievable, and not in a good way.

“You know there is more to food than cereal, don't you?” Barbara asked, folding her arms over her chest. “Other food groups, other tastes, other textures?”

Dick set down his empty bowl in the sink without bothering to rinse it out, so typical of a single guy. She didn't think he'd ever learn. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and reached for his keys. She put a hand over them first.

“You really need to start eating better.”

He shrugged, picking up his jacket like it didn't bother him that she had his keys. “Not all of us have an Alfred to cook for us. I don't have time to cook. Cereal works just fine.”

She wanted him to be kidding. She didn't think he was. “At least tell me you stop for lunch once and a while?”

He grinned. “You know, if you wanted to ask me out, you could just say so.”

“I didn't, but if you don't start eating better—”

“Should I give you permission to spank me?”

This is ADORABLE and exactly what I wanted. You definitely have a knack for what a ridiculous idiot Dick is. ;D thank you so much!!!

You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it. The scene was clear in my head, and I loved it, but I wasn't sure if it was them. It was fun to write, though. Dick is a lovable idiot. He's trying to become a new favorite.

Dick Grayson should be everyone's favorite because he is perfect. I mean my tumblr tag for him is "dick grayson is literally perfect" for a reason. :3 He was definitely my fave for DECADES until Jason Todd came along and usurped him. I mean look at this precious moron. (http://andthecolorgreen.tumblr.com/post/96305867887/mostingeniusparadox-ladies-and-gentlemen-i)

That is a great picture. He really is adorable. I liked him a lot growing up and then the live action movies kind of put me off for a while. I really didn't like the way his character was handled and it took some time for me to get a hold of DVDs for the animated series and remember why liked him so much.

Haha oh god, those movies were terrible but I did still love him in those even though they did fuck up his origins quite a bit. I pretty much just love Robins, period. Even the bratty ones. ;D

I think I was poisoned by the animated series. Chris O'Donnell was not my idea of Robin. Though George Clooney as Batman was worse. I don't know that I've seen enough of the other Robins, but the fanfic is good.

[Coffee Shop!AU because I said so. :>]

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Bucky hasn’t seen Jason’s place before. In fact, Jason refused to even tell Bucky what street he lived on, which, as Natasha helpfully pointed out, makes him look like even more of a serial killer.

At this point, Bucky’s pretty sure Nat’s just fucking with him about that one, but on the other hand –

“Jay,” Bucky says. He’s in what passes for the kitchen (in that there are places to put food, theoretically, but very little that is food), looking for anything resembling silverware, when he finds the gun hidden beneath takeout menus and endless packages of plasticware. Bucky would make a mental note to cook something for Jason once, if there wasn't a good chance he'd burn down Jason's kitchen trying.

“Yeah?” Jason asks. He steps out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam from his shower following him. There's a towel wrapped around his waist, but otherwise he hasn't bothered to put on clothes, and Bucky can see the map of scars along his body, the ones he hasn't been quite brave enough to ask about yet.

He will, though. Just. First things first.

"You keep a nine millimeter in your silverware drawer?" Bucky asks, and Jason - pauses. It's the kind of pause like when Bucky made the mistake of asking one too many questions about Jason's family. It's the kind of pause like when Bucky goes to pull Jason's clothes off, sometimes, and finds rips and tears already waiting for him.

It's the kind of pause that says you can ask, but you're not really going to like the truth.

Then Jason smirks, leans against the kitchen counter next to Bucky. He smells amazing, and with his hair wet Bucky can see all the little curls that Jason furiously curls out most of the time. "Don't you?" Jason asks.

"Well, no," Bucky says, except then Jason touches his mouth with his thumb, and Bucky kind of forgets what he's saying for a while.

"Look," Jason says, a little while later when Bucky has one hand in Jason's hair and the other curled just under the towel. "If you wanna ask, I'm not gonna lie to you."

Bucky kisses Jason's neck, his jaw, scrapes his lips against the stubble there. He knows Jason isn't normal - the late hours would've told him that, even if the scars didn't. But Bucky's best friend is a superhero, and Nat is - Nat, and Bucky's not exactly a picture of mental health most days that end in "y." He isn't sure if he can handle everything there is to know about Jason yet, but he's also sure he wants to get there.

"Someday I'm gonna ask you, and you can tell me the truth then," Bucky says. He presses into Jason until he can feel his bare skin through his thin t-shirt, can feel Jason breathe in deep.

"It'll probably scare you off," Jason warns, and Bucky leans his head back just enough to look at Jason. "Man," Bucky says. "I've been friends with Natasha for like five years. I'm not sure anything scares me anymore."

It's not the truth, but it's not a lie, either. Anyway, it gets a laugh out of Jason, and that's really all Bucky cares about.

FUCK MAN, I FORGOT ABOUT THIS AWESOME PROMPT.

I already told you you short circuited my brain with towel!Jason, sooooo...

"Someday I'm gonna ask you, and you can tell me the truth then," omgggggggggg that. UGH. I love them so much they are epic ugh

"Man," Bucky says. "I've been friends with Natasha for like five years. I'm not sure anything scares me anymore."

I JUST LAUGHED SO HARD PEOPLE STARED.

THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING TO READ REPEATEDLY, THANK YOUUUUUUUU <3

I AM HERE TO REMIND YOU OF ALL THE AWESOME THINGS YOU PROMPT, OBVIOUSLY.

:D :D

<3333333333 YOU'RE WELCOME, BB.

This is super lovely and I love the way they sort of negotiate with each other.

Thank you! I love writing for this ridiculous little universe. <3

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