Rip cannot make a good cup of coffee to save his life.
It’s not his fault, really; by the time he was born, coffee was scarce, and coffee during war is basically sludge with caffeine. But he does try, though it’s deeply unfortunate that he tries.
In any case, the race to get to the coffee pot before Rip does is–well, a slow one, he’s not exactly an early riser, but neither are they, and if Rip makes coffee first–
“It’s great,” Sara enthuses, spitting it out the second he turns away to scrape eggs out of the skillet. “Right, Ray?”
Ray, pouring it into the garbage can along with his plate, beams. “Right! Totally!”
“I’m glad you all like it,” Rip says, turning back to the table. “Should I make another pot, or–”
“No, thanks! No, you’re good, forever,” Sara says. “Sweetheart? Why don’t you make tea?”
“Right, I’ll go get the kettle, then,” Rip says, puttering off in his slippers to his office to grab his favorite teapot. Sara glances at Jax and frantically gestures, mouthing him to hurry up as he bolts for the coffeemaker, changing the filter and dumping in the grounds, pouring water in as fast as he can before slamming the on button and bolting back to his seat, almost tipping out of it as Rip comes back in with the pot.
“Jax, be careful,” he admonishes him, his voice gentle. “You’re going to get hurt doing that.”
“Yeah, well I was, uh–in a rush to get another cup of coffee,” Jax blurts out. “Right?”
Rip smiles–it’s little, but genuine, and everyone awake enough to notice at the table stops to gawk. “Oh, really? Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”
He makes a face. “I mean, coffee’s not really for me, but I’m happy to do something you all enjoy.”
His back turned to them as he fills the teakettle, humming, the team all stares at one another, jaws agape, eyes wide.
That night, Sara comes into Rip’s office in one of his robes, a pair of his slippers hitching a ride on her feet as she braces her hip against the doorframe, two mugs in her fists.
“Here,” she says, setting one down with a clunk, “I made it the way you like. Two sugars, little bit of milk.”
He has a sip, his eyebrows lifting as he blinks, wide-eyed, his pupils sparkling. “Sara? What is this?”
“Coffee, numpty,” Sara snorts. “Real coffee. We stopped in 1995 to buy Jax a Gameboy and also, real coffee for you.”
“Oh,” Rip murmurs, taking another hesitant sip. “It’s…so good, though.”
He has another sip.
“Have I been making subpar coffee this entire time?”
“Well,” Sara hedges, “subpar isn’t the word I’d use. More like ‘gastronomically offensive,’ or ‘bad.’”
Rip makes a face. “You could’ve said.”
“You looked so happy,” she shrugs. “Shitty coffee is worth it if you smile.”
He grins again, bigger and broader and flat-out beautiful, so she leans down and kisses him because it seems like the right thing to do–and, since he’s kissing her back, it probably is.
Tony woke slowly, alone in his bed, because last night hadn’t been a date night with anyone.
He kind of enjoyed it, the few nights he got to sleep alone, because with everyone home now it didn’t happen very often.
So he took a long minute to stretch and scratch his hair and sprawl his legs out–
–and kicked somebody.
“What the hell?” He sat up and stared sleepily at the curled up form of Natasha, just red hair peeking over a stack of blankets. “Widow, what are you doing in my bed?”
“Like you don’t know Stark.” She mumbled and scooted closer against him.
“And you’re cuddling? You’re not a cuddler. Come on, your date night isn’t until Thursday, everybody else will get mad if we break the rules.”
“I’m not breaking any rules.” She yawned and sat up. “I just wanted to say happy birthday.” She leaned into him for a long, slow kiss, then pulled away to squeeze his hand. “I bought us ice cream but figured you didn’t want that in bed with you. Happy Birthday Tony. I can’t wait for tonight.” Then she climbed out of bed and he had just a split second to admire her legs in those tiny shorts before she slipped out the door.
Maybe it was a little unsettling that she had been able to sneak into his room and lay there for who knows how long with out him knowing just to kiss him good morning, but he grinned anyway because he loved it.
(I swear it’s cooking Rip fics day. I hope you don’t mind another. Apologizes for any cravings this may cause.)
The Legends stared at Rip.
Rip stared back and blinked. His eyes were reddened and
weighed down with dark bags, his auburn hair stuck up at odd angles,
and his rumpled clothes were streaked with flour and several
different colours of icing. He was also fidgeting with the type of
jittery twitchiness that came with too much caffeine or too little
“I, uh…” He cleared his throat and rubbed a hand against the
back of his neck. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Yeah, we can see that,” said Jax, gazing in wide-eyed amazement
at the spectacle displayed on the table in front of them.
Sara frowned looking rather more concerned than amazed. “You were
up all night doing this?”
Rip winced sheepishly. “I admittedly may have overdone things
“I’ll say,” said Amaya. “This is…” She trailed off and
simply gestured at the table at a loss for words.
“Well, it certainly explains the smell,” Martin said, raising
“Yeah,” said Nate with a nod. “I can’t imagine there are
many timeships that smell entirely of cookies.”
There were murmurs of agreement from the rest of the team, except
for Mick who was too busy filling his mouth.
The source of the smell which had greeted the team when they’d
emerged from their quarters that morning was obvious. The galley
table was covered in plates and bowls and containers of all sizes,
and each of them was filled with mounds of cookies, all sorts of
cookies There were chocolate chip cookies and sugar cookies. There
were ginger snaps and raspberry thumbprints. There were shortbread and
gingerbread, oatmeal and butter pecan, snickerdoodles and coconut
macaroons, as well as several cookies the team couldn’t identify. A
number of the cookies had been crafted into different shapes and
decorated with colourful icing.
Jax picked up a cookie that had been made to resemble the face of a
clock. “These are awesome.”
“Yes, well,” Rip said, somewhat bashfully. “I got a bit tired
of just baking around four in the morning so I thought I’d do some
decorating as well. I’m still honing my technique however.”
“Looks pretty well honed to me,” said Nate, impressed.
Rip bowed his head and rubbed the back of his neck again. “Well,
dig in,” he said, gesturing to the cookies. “Seems a shame for
them to go to waste.”
“It’s a bit early for cookies but I suppose…” Martin reached
out and grabbed a raspberry thumbprint.
The rest of the team, minus Mick who was already eating and had yet
to stop, followed suit.
“Oh, my God,” Amaya exclaimed once she’d taken a bite, a look
of complete rapture coming over her face.
There were similar exclamations and looks from the rest of the team.
“These are incredible,” Nate said and shoved another cookie in
“It definitely seems our former captain has a talent for baking,”
Jax snorted. “That’s an understatement.” He turned to Rip.
“You should have told us, man. This sort of talent needs to be
Mick grunted something in agreement through his mouthful of cookies.
“I suppose it’s a hobby I could indulge in more often,” said
Rip, a small smile appearing on his face.
A beep sounded from the cooking area.
“Ah, the double chocolate chunks are done. I need to get them out
and put the peanut butter biscuits in. It’s about time to take the
almond biscuits off the cooling racks too. I was thinking of making
something with hazelnut and caramel next or maybe lemon.” Rip turned to attend to
his cookies but was stopped by a very solid grip on his arm.
“How about you go to bed and try getting some sleep instead,”
Sara said firmly. “I think we’ve got enough cookies for now.”
“Oh, right,” said Rip, looking sheepish once more, obviously
more than a little out of it from the lack of sleep.
Sara began escorting Rip out of the galley insistent on ensuring he
made it all the way back to his quarters and into bed, but the two
stopped when they caught sight of Ray.
Ray was standing quietly a few feet from the rest of the
cookie-eating group and gazing at the table with a rather forlorn
“Oh, Dr. Palmer,” Rip said as sudden realization lit his face.
“I forgot to tell you the shortbread biscuits are gluten free.”
The forlorn expression vanished as hope appeared in Ray’s eyes.
Rip nodded. “It wasn’t too difficult. I just used rice flour and
few other things.”
Going over to the table, Ray picked up one of the shortbread cookies
and tentatively took a bite. The look that appeared on his face was
one of pure bliss. “My God.” He quickly devoured the rest of the
cookie. “Oh, my God!” He grabbed another and ate it just as
quickly as the first.
Mick, who had been going around the table sampling at least one of
every cookie, paused in his eating and eyed Ray. “Hey, Haircut,
pass one over,” he said making a ‘give me’ gesture with his
Eyes widening, Ray snatched the bowl containing the shortbread off
the table and took a step back. “Mine,” he declared and shoved
another cookie in his mouth.
Scowling, Mick moved around the table towards Ray. “You know
there’s other people around here who might like some shortbread
Ray clutched the bowl against his chest and stepped back once more.
“Mine,” he said again and quickly devoured another cookie while watching Mick warily.
Mick growled. “Hand them over.”
Ray shook his head unable to speak now due to all the cookies in his
Tension rose as they stood staring at each other, unmoving except
for Ray’s constant cookie munching, and then suddenly, Ray turned
and sprinted off into the rest of the ship. “Mine!” he yelled.
Mick immediately gave chase. “Come back here!”
Rip and Sara watched them go, Rip with wide-eyed disbelief, Sara
“I think you’d better make another batch of that shortbread
before you go to bed,” Sara said with a sigh.
Rip nodded, eyes still fixed on the door through which Mick and Ray
had just disappeared. “Good idea.”
This started out as some notes I made for a fanfic ages ago but the fic never actually got written and I don’t know when or if it ever will be written so here are…
The Legends’ cooking skills from worst to best
Martin: horrible cook
After spending his life eating take out and relying on his wife, Martin never really learned to cook. His few attempts on the Waverider were complete disasters and resulted in multiple cases of gastronomical upset among the team. He has since been banned from cooking unless under someone’s direct supervision.
Sara: bad cook
Sara has never had much time for cooking and the few times she has tried she’s been annoyed to find that, unlike most things, it doesn’t come naturally to her. Her cooking tends to be bland as well as either undercooked or overcooked, but it’s an improvement over Martin’s simply because it can be choked down if necessary and it has been necessary because no one is brave enough to tell her just how bad her cooking is.
Ray: okay cook
Ray is an alright cook but only knows how to cook a few things so he has the tendency to cook the same thing over and over again. People groan whenever it’s his turn to cook dinner because no matter how good it is they really don’t want to have his lasagna for the tenth week in a row. Ray is also easily distracted so his food does occasionally end up burnt.
Amaya: okay cook
Amaya is a decent cook as long as she has a recipe to follow. Without one, she tends to get a bit lost and make a mess of things. She never deviates from the recipe and never experiments.
Nate: okay cook
Nate is an okay cook but not as good as he thinks he is. Unlike Amaya, he loves to experiment but his experiments, more often than not, end up as disasters.
Snart: good cook
After spending his childhood cooking for himself and his sister, Leonard is a pretty good cook. Everything he knows he taught himself through reading recipe books and watching various cooking programs. His specialty is making surprisingly delicious meals from whatever scraps happen to be leftover in the fridge.
Rip: good cook
Though he doesn’t often cook much anymore, Rip used to cook for Miranda and Jonas and was quite good. His specialty is baking, originally just biscuits/cookies and small pastries but more recently expanding out into cakes. He was taught how to cook by his adopted mother. She thought it would help keep him out of trouble. It didn’t.
Kendra: good cook
With lifetimes of cooking experience at her disposal, Kendra can make amazing meals but she does occasionally produce odd dishes with unique ingredient which were only popular centuries ago and which very few of the Legends are ever brave enough to try.
Jax: very good cook
After spending a lot of time cooking with, and later for, his mother, Jax is a very good cook and knows more recipes than any other member of the team. Everyone is always happy when it’s his turn to cook and help themselves to seconds and thirds.
Mick: exceptional cook
No one knows how or why but Mick can cook as well as any five star chef. The only problems are: one, Mick only cooks when he’s in the mood which is rare and no amount of cajoling will convince him to make something for you if he’s not, and two, whenever Mick cooks, he has the tendency to set the kitchen on fire. Considering very little in the Waverider’s galley is actually flammable, how he does this will always remain a mystery to Rip.
- first to graduate
- ladies go ham for his broad shoulders
- gordon ramsay has officially dissed his cooking, rip
- mom of group. has too many kids..
- has a garden to grow his own herbs for cooking
- grudgingly gives Namjoon free cooking lessons
- his dad jokes hurt
- only uses organic “all-natural” honey
- yells a lot, makes random noises
- his face is his lucky charm
- thinks “deconstructed food” is an offense to food
GOALS: to open up his own fine dining restaurant, have his own line of kitchen utensils, get his show EAT JIN broadcasted
Jungkook - his youngest baby. has to feed him the biggest portions
Tae - k-drama buddy, -> crying buddy
Jimin - selfie buddy, his little mochi
Namjoon - best friend, cooking prodige (?)
Hoseok - aegyo buddy, dance mentor
Yoongi - ex. roomate, they’re a team
Jin - totally in love with himself xoxo