DaveKat One Shots

Cookies

  So imma do the cliche bullshit, where I introduce myself and explain my situation and shit, but only for the ironic purposes. Anyway, my name is Dave Strider, and I am an amazing cook. I am also an amazing boyfriend. I am now using both of those skills to teach my amazing, adorable, nubby horned troll boyfriend how to cook. And he is hella lucky to have the Dave Strider teach him how to cook. Today i'm teacher him how to bake. We are gonna make some dope-ass gingerbread cookies.

Ok, good now crack the egg the way I showed you.

Karkat attempts to crack the egg, but ends up getting egg shell in the mix.

Why are you even teaching me this anyway?! All its doing is making a mess!

Karkles, chill. You're doing fine. Ill crack the eggs ok?

He huffed out.

Fine.

I mix in the eggs and put the bowl in my giant electric mixer.

I have to go the bathroom, once the eggs and sugar are blended well add a cup of flour. Got it?

Ya ya, I got it.

You sure?

Yes i'm fucking sure! Go take you fucking piss!!

I walk away and do my business. As i'm walking back, I begin to feel nervous, I never heard the mixer stop. Sure enough I walk into the kitchen, and what do I see? I see a troll completely covered in flour, as well as flour everywhere, and the mixer going at full speed.

He coughed a small cloud of flour. I start laughing hysterically.

Karkat.... did you stop the mixer *gasp* before putting flour in?

Fuck you! You never told me to do that!!

It's only common sense! That mixer is essentially a fan!

FUCK YOU!! YOU NEVER WARNED ME!

I fall to my knees laughing.

Oh my fucking god! This is amazing!

SHUT UP BULGE LICK!!!

I hear a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

I manage to contain ,myself enough to see that, despite the layer of flour on his face, he was blushing and staring down at his feet.

I stand up and walk over to him.

Awwww Karkles its alright.

I pat him on the head.

Come on, let's get you cleaned up.

I walk him to the bathroom and clean him off. I start to head back downstairs when he grabs my arm.

I don't feel like cooking anymore, do you think we could..maybe...just cuddle for a while?

He blushes heavily and stares down at his feet.

Of course Karkles.

I lean down and kiss his forehead.

I love you Karkat.

I love you too Dave.