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title: honey as a metaphor
author: t’would be![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
songbirdjen
rating: pretty much g. maybe pg. gpg?
summary: raven attempts to teach beast boy how to make tea. i’ll let you figure out what’s inherently wrong with that concept.
spoilers: ahoy, there be none.
other info that isn’t quite obligatory but you’d probably like to know anyway
pairing: beast boy/raven
requested by:mariko_azrael
genre: uh, where does this go? general ambiguous fluff, perhaps?
disclaimer: don’t own ‘em, don’t sue me.
notes: written formariko_azrael for memlu’s feb. challenge. still taking requests. unconventional pairings a PLUS :D
written in present-tense, un-beta’ed and spun off the top of my head in the hours i have between classes on campus. henceforth, more than likely somewhat OOC. stupid symbolic type of metaphor because i’m dumb like that. happy ending per request, though it may be semi-ambiguous depending on howbadly *cough* well i pulled it off.
Honey as a Metaphor
-songbirdjen-
“So, like, when do we add the sugar?”
“Sugar goes in—Beast Boy, NO!” Raven hastily magicks the 10 lb. bag of sugar Beast Boy is readying to pour into the miniscule 8 oz. mug up into the air, a few grains scattering the floor. As she sets the bag down on the counter she directs a pointed glare at his nervous grin.
“Er, oops?”
“If you’re going to ask me questions about how to make tea, maybe you should consider waiting till I give you the answer before you do anything.”
“Alright, alright,” Beast Boy acknowledges, and grabs the honey, uncapping it over the mug. “So does honey go first—”
“What did I just say?!” Raven doesn’t think to magick the bottle away till after she gets it in her head to throttle Beast Boy within an inch of his life, which apparently is something she currently feels very strongly about, because the next instant a small explosion in his general vicinity has him coated in sticky, sweet honey.
“. . . Ok, ew. Covered in bee spit.” He tries to move and naturally starts dripping obscene amounts of honey everywhere.
Raven takes a deep breath and raises two fingers to her temple. “. . . I am not cleaning that up.”
“What?! That’s so unfair—”
“Your mess, your problem. Though you probably want to shower first.”
“Hey, I’m not the one with magic. . . explody powers. And besides, I still haven’t learned to make—”
“Fine,” Raven interrupts, silencing him with a raised hand. “Crash Course in Tea Making. Which isn’t all that difficult, but you should probably pay exceptionally close attention.” Mild glare. “Tea leaves go in the cup first.”
“What about the tea bag?”
“. . . The tea leaves are in the tea bag.”
“. . . Oh.”
“Then—”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
Raven grits her teeth and tries to calm her nerves. “Depending on what you’re using, you’ll put the tea bag-slash-leaves in first. Then boiling hot water—ours is already tepid by now, but normally it should be hot. You leave it to steep—meaning, let the flavor soak into the water. If you want it a bit stronger you can put the saucer on top of the cup to catch all the steam. And then—” She casts him a cursory glance before continuing, “—you add the sugar or honey.”
“Um, show me?”
Teeth set, she obliges, completing the Course in three swift movements. She then reaches for the cup she was drinking earlier, before Beast Boy had besieged her in the kitchen. “Now go shower and leave me in peace for at least 5 minutes—”
“Don’t you want honey in it?” He very characteristically interrupts, and before she can answer he pokes a honey-coated finger into her mouth.
The mug in her hand explodes, mildly warm tea splattering the entire kitchen and, subsequently, the two of them.
“. . . Ok, ew. Covered in bee spit and tea.” Beast Boy pulls his finger away from a shocked, still-yet-to-recover Raven. “But I guess it’s a small price to pay. I can make tea now!” He grins and flashes the victory! sign in Raven’s face.
“What was that for?” she finally croaks, ignoring her tea-stained clothing and inwardly scrambling to gather her shaken nerves before the entire kitchen goes up in a (not-so) little black mushroom cloud.
Beast Boy blinks and looks at his finger, still in a V-sign. “Oh,” he says, and smiles weakly, turning the slightest tinge of pink. “Well, we’re technically out of honey now, and I figured—”
“I don’t typically put honey in my tea.”
His expression falters, and his eyes dart from side to side as he pokes his index fingers together. “. . . Um, oh. Then, uh. . . impulse?”
I’m being entirely too civil, she thinks as he grins nervously. I should be screaming my head off. Like, right now. Or. . . now. I’m furious, right?
. . . Right?
“Uh, Raven?”
Raven blinks and opens her mouth, prepared to chew him out.
“. . . ”
Or not.
She sighs. “Well, now I’m gonna have to shower too.” She turns to exit the kitchen and pauses. “. . . When I’m done I’ll come help you with the kitchen.”
Raven can practically hear his jaw hitting the floor. “Are you serious?”
“Then we can go to store and buy some more honey,” she continues, ignoring his question and the slight burn in her cheeks.
“But I thought you didn’t like—”
“I didn’t like it,” Raven admits and remembers the taste of it in her mouth. “But now it doesn’t seem quite as bad as I thought.”
-fin-
title: honey as a metaphor
author: t’would be
songbirdjenrating: pretty much g. maybe pg. gpg?
summary: raven attempts to teach beast boy how to make tea. i’ll let you figure out what’s inherently wrong with that concept.
spoilers: ahoy, there be none.
other info that isn’t quite obligatory but you’d probably like to know anyway
pairing: beast boy/raven
requested by:
mariko_azraelgenre: uh, where does this go? general ambiguous fluff, perhaps?
disclaimer: don’t own ‘em, don’t sue me.
notes: written for
mariko_azrael for memlu’s feb. challenge. still taking requests. unconventional pairings a PLUS :Dwritten in present-tense, un-beta’ed and spun off the top of my head in the hours i have between classes on campus. henceforth, more than likely somewhat OOC. stupid symbolic type of metaphor because i’m dumb like that. happy ending per request, though it may be semi-ambiguous depending on how
Honey as a Metaphor
-songbirdjen-
“So, like, when do we add the sugar?”
“Sugar goes in—Beast Boy, NO!” Raven hastily magicks the 10 lb. bag of sugar Beast Boy is readying to pour into the miniscule 8 oz. mug up into the air, a few grains scattering the floor. As she sets the bag down on the counter she directs a pointed glare at his nervous grin.
“Er, oops?”
“If you’re going to ask me questions about how to make tea, maybe you should consider waiting till I give you the answer before you do anything.”
“Alright, alright,” Beast Boy acknowledges, and grabs the honey, uncapping it over the mug. “So does honey go first—”
“What did I just say?!” Raven doesn’t think to magick the bottle away till after she gets it in her head to throttle Beast Boy within an inch of his life, which apparently is something she currently feels very strongly about, because the next instant a small explosion in his general vicinity has him coated in sticky, sweet honey.
“. . . Ok, ew. Covered in bee spit.” He tries to move and naturally starts dripping obscene amounts of honey everywhere.
Raven takes a deep breath and raises two fingers to her temple. “. . . I am not cleaning that up.”
“What?! That’s so unfair—”
“Your mess, your problem. Though you probably want to shower first.”
“Hey, I’m not the one with magic. . . explody powers. And besides, I still haven’t learned to make—”
“Fine,” Raven interrupts, silencing him with a raised hand. “Crash Course in Tea Making. Which isn’t all that difficult, but you should probably pay exceptionally close attention.” Mild glare. “Tea leaves go in the cup first.”
“What about the tea bag?”
“. . . The tea leaves are in the tea bag.”
“. . . Oh.”
“Then—”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
Raven grits her teeth and tries to calm her nerves. “Depending on what you’re using, you’ll put the tea bag-slash-leaves in first. Then boiling hot water—ours is already tepid by now, but normally it should be hot. You leave it to steep—meaning, let the flavor soak into the water. If you want it a bit stronger you can put the saucer on top of the cup to catch all the steam. And then—” She casts him a cursory glance before continuing, “—you add the sugar or honey.”
“Um, show me?”
Teeth set, she obliges, completing the Course in three swift movements. She then reaches for the cup she was drinking earlier, before Beast Boy had besieged her in the kitchen. “Now go shower and leave me in peace for at least 5 minutes—”
“Don’t you want honey in it?” He very characteristically interrupts, and before she can answer he pokes a honey-coated finger into her mouth.
The mug in her hand explodes, mildly warm tea splattering the entire kitchen and, subsequently, the two of them.
“. . . Ok, ew. Covered in bee spit and tea.” Beast Boy pulls his finger away from a shocked, still-yet-to-recover Raven. “But I guess it’s a small price to pay. I can make tea now!” He grins and flashes the victory! sign in Raven’s face.
“What was that for?” she finally croaks, ignoring her tea-stained clothing and inwardly scrambling to gather her shaken nerves before the entire kitchen goes up in a (not-so) little black mushroom cloud.
Beast Boy blinks and looks at his finger, still in a V-sign. “Oh,” he says, and smiles weakly, turning the slightest tinge of pink. “Well, we’re technically out of honey now, and I figured—”
“I don’t typically put honey in my tea.”
His expression falters, and his eyes dart from side to side as he pokes his index fingers together. “. . . Um, oh. Then, uh. . . impulse?”
I’m being entirely too civil, she thinks as he grins nervously. I should be screaming my head off. Like, right now. Or. . . now. I’m furious, right?
. . . Right?
“Uh, Raven?”
Raven blinks and opens her mouth, prepared to chew him out.
“. . . ”
Or not.
She sighs. “Well, now I’m gonna have to shower too.” She turns to exit the kitchen and pauses. “. . . When I’m done I’ll come help you with the kitchen.”
Raven can practically hear his jaw hitting the floor. “Are you serious?”
“Then we can go to store and buy some more honey,” she continues, ignoring his question and the slight burn in her cheeks.
“But I thought you didn’t like—”
“I didn’t like it,” Raven admits and remembers the taste of it in her mouth. “But now it doesn’t seem quite as bad as I thought.”
-fin-
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