It's Tuesday, and I'm hungry. Let's talk food!

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Hello, everyone. I’m squidgiepdx and today's theme is food. Prompts can be anything that has to do with food, be it your character's favorite meal, or something that whets their appetite. Maybe Daryl from Letterkenny doesn't know quite how to court Wayne, and goes with the old adage, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach" - with comedic effect. Maybe it's John smuggling chocolate into Atlantis for Rodney. Or maybe it's time for Merlin to take a job at a coffeehouse where he meets Arthur, son of Uther who owns Uther's Brews (though Merlin doesn't know that when he calls Arthur a prat). Whatever the case, if it's got to do with food, this is the place!

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+ Letterkenny, Wayne/Daryl, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach"
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney realizes that John sneaking him chocolate is John's awkward way of flirting
+ Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (+Gwaine), Merlin gets a job at a coffeeshop and meets Arthur - it doesn't go well.

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Letterkenny, Wayne/Daryl, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach"

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney realizes that John sneaking him chocolate is John's awkward way of flirting

Fill: Love and S'mores

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At first, John gave Rodney his extra PowerBars, and it always seemed to be the chocolate ones, which were Rodney’s favorite.

“Take my extra bar, McKay. We all know what you’re like when you’re cranky.”

He always said it with a smile, but Rodney couldn’t help but scowl, even while he tore open the wrapper and took a bite.

~

Then, after the Daedalus started making routine deliveries to Atlantis, John came down to the lab and offered Rodney a plain Hershey’s milk chocolate bar.

“What is this?” Rodney asked.

“We used to make s’mores with them when I was a kid.”

“Do you even know what’s in these? This isn’t real chocolate. At. All.”

John shrugged. “Didn’t know you were so picky. I can just give it to someone else -”

“No!” Rodney snapped, snatching the bar out of John’s hands. He tore open the shiny foil, and broke off a few squares.

“And?” John asked, a grin on his face.

Rodney chewed and swallowed. “It’ll do. But next time, if you’re gonna smuggle in chocolate, make it worth my while.”

John scoffed. “Right, next time.”

~

A few weeks later, John brought him a Milka bar. Rodney grinned at the sight.

“That’s more like it,” he said through a mouthful of melting chocolate.

John rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face. “Does it meet with your approval?”

Rodney shrugged. “I mean...it’s good for just milk chocolate. Can you get something less plain?”

“You’re welcome.”

Rodney hesitated, now realizing that he did owe John his thanks. It was nice getting something familiar from Earth, especially food.

“Oh. Uh, sorry. Thank you?”

The smile faded from John’s face as he left the lab, and Rodney couldn’t help but feel like he’d done something really stupid.

~

John had asked Rodney to come to his quarters and wouldn’t explain why, so Rodney stood outside John’s door and knocked.

The door opened and swished shut behind Rodney after he stepped in.

“What’s so important that we had to meet in private? Also, where are you?”

“Over here.”

Rodney turned and saw John digging around in his closet. He finally emerged with what appeared to be a simple gift bag. John walked over and shoved it into Rodney’s arms.

“Here you go.”

Rodney looked inside the bag and gasped with joy. There was a wide array of chocolate bars from Cadbury, several of them exclusive to Canada. He glanced back up and saw John fidgeting with his bed sheets and avoiding Rodney’s gaze.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Rodney said softly.

“If it keeps you happy, that’s what matters. Can’t have an angry science officer on my hands.” John still wouldn’t look at Rodney.

Rodney felt his cheeks grow pink, and he was painfully aware of all they weren’t saying and the loud crinkling of the gift bag and the soft rustling of candy wrappers.

“Thank you, John. I mean it.”

John finally looked at him, the smile on his face hesitant but slowly growing. “You’re welcome. Just don’t eat it all in one go. You’ll make yourself sick.”

~

Rodney walked into John’s office, trying to act as casual as possible.

“Not now, McKay,” John muttered.

“This isn’t work-related. Far from it,” Rodney blurted out.

“What is it then?” John looked up from his paperwork and noticed what Rodney was holding in his hands. “What’s that?”

“Just got in from the Daedalus,” Rodney answered, holding out the package. “It’s for you.”

John took the package from Rodney and cautiously unwrapped it. It was a box of Hershey’s chocolate bars. He looked at Rodney, a mix of surprise and joy reflected in his eyes.

“I, um...I also have graham crackers. And marshmallows. I thought we could make s’mores sometime. Or something. As thanks for all the chocolate -”

“I’d love to.”

~

Their first kiss tasted like chocolate and marshmallows and Rodney would never forget it.

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Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (+Gwaine), Merlin gets a job at a coffeeshop and meets Arthur - it doesn't go well.

Fill: call it pre-slash

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“No,” Merlin said.

“Come on,” Gwaine wheedled. “Your sweet talking got me Lance and his famous waffles and Percy and his amazing biceps. That blond bloke in the corner is the textbook definition of a storybook prince. This place is called Coffee Prince. He’s exactly what we need.”

“Elyan is perfectly handsome and also a musician. We don’t need a fourth man,” Merlin said.

“There’s more than enough room in the budget for it.”

“Gaius will kill us if there are six employees here when he gets back.”

Gwaine clapped him on the shoulder. “Better go make it five.” And he shoved Merlin in the direction of the table where the most beautiful man Merlin had ever seen was enjoying a mug of black coffee.

Merlin scowled over his shoulder and resisted flicking Gwaine with his magic. Then he squared his shoulders and headed toward the beautiful man who was probably far too wealthy to even consider working in a coffee shop.

Merlin tripped over the man’s shoe. Only his magic saved him from faceplanting on the hardwood floor - by propelling him right into the blond man’s lap.

The man yelped. The other man was on his feet in an instant, yanking Merlin upright.

“You idiot!” the blond man snapped. Coffee dripped down his expensive white shirt.

“I’m so sorry,” Merlin said.

He could hear Gwaine laughing behind him.

“I’ll get you another coffee on the house. And I’ll cover the dry-cleaning expenses -”

“You damn well will.” The blond man looked down at his shirt in disgust, then up at Merlin. “Do you know who I am?”

He said it like he was someone important. He was probably an actor or something.

Merlin, feeling a bit wronged, since he wasn’t the one who’d had his foot sticking out unnecessarily, said, “No.”

For one moment, rage flared in the man’s eyes, but then he looked startled and surprised. And pleased. “Really?”

“Yes,” Merlin said.

Gwaine cleared his throat pointedly.

“Actually, I was coming over to see...if you’d be interested in working here? Gwaine only likes to hire handsome men.”

The man raised his eyebrows. “Then how did you get a job here?”

“I’m an apprentice barista to my uncle, who studied in Italy - hey! I’m not ugly.”

The man smirked. “I never said you were. Why should I work here?”

Merlin straightened up. “You don’t have to. Gwaine just wanted me to ask.”

The man peered past Merlin at Gwaine, who’d once worked as an underwear model because he was bored. “I might have to work here, if only to save other customers from your ineptitude.”

“Your foot was sticking out unnecessarily,” Merlin protested.

“Most people watch where they’re going,” the man countered easily.

Before Merlin could protest further, the man said, “When do I start?”

“What name should I write on your name tag?” Gwaine asked.

The man’s smile was irritatingly handsome. “Arthur.”

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Stargate Atlantis/Any, Evan Lorne/Any, Cooking up a feast

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Steve's ideal first date is grilling on the patio

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Venom, Venom & Eddie, warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream and caramel drizzle

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m (no SPN please), going to the fair just for the food

Fill: Spooks (MI5), Lucas/Adam

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“So, what are we going on first?” Adam Carter asked. “The big wheel, the dodgems or are you planning on winning a large green frog at the shooting gallery?”

“I was thinking we could begin with a burger,” Lucas North replied, “then hot doughnuts, candy floss and maybe a toffee apple to finish.”

“That cuts out the rides then, I’m not going on anything where there’s the remotest chance you’ll throw up on me.”

Somewhat amused, Adam trailed after Lucas as, having satisfied his hunger, he made his way round the sideshows. Adam also discovered the sugar high affected Lucas’ judgement, but not his aim, as he left the fair carrying a small plush monkey, a goldfish, and the large green frog. Lucas left carrying a box of popcorn.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, living with a serious food allergy

Fill: McShep (whoops it got angsty)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

If anyone asked Rodney why he always seemed a little on edge at any given moment, he had an easy answer for them. It wasn’t what everyone assumed - caffeine or other stimulants - though that might have been the case in some situations.

The truth was this: living with a serious food allergy required you to be hyper-vigilant at every second of every day. And Rodney was severely allergic to citrus.

Rodney knew that would sound crazy to someone without any allergies or only suffered from minor symptoms. But when you were allergic to something as common as citrus fruits, so much of life became hazardous - not just food, but the mere scent of cleaning products, scented candles, lotion, literally anything might contain a hint of citrus oil.

To put it plainly, it was terrifying. And Rodney wouldn’t wish anaphylactic shock on even his worst enemy.

Luckily, there wasn’t anything quite like oranges, lemons, or limes in the Pegasus Galaxy. But that didn’t entirely assuage Rodney’s fears - shipments from Earth came via the Daedalus all the time, and there wasn’t a city-wide ban on all things citrus. Rodney had to check, double check, and check one more time that his lab and his teammates were aware of the matter. It got to be exhausting.

Luckily, the mess hall always made sure to steer clear of citrus ingredients or have something set aside for Rodney that was specifically made to be citrus-free.

Until a new batch of fresh-faced Marines came to the city. Until one of the new cooks squeezed the few remaining lemons into his giant vat of pasta and no one noticed.

Rodney should have smelled it, but he’d been so hungry that he’d started shoveling the pasta into his mouth and swallowing.

One moment of carelessness is all it took.

He froze. The sour taste lingered in his mouth as his pulse skyrocketed.

“McKay? What’s wrong? Your face is beet red.”

Rodney glanced over at Sheppard. His voice sounded fuzzy and far away. And then the edges of Rodney’s vision began to blur.

“Epi...pen...”

Rodney heard Sheppard shout his name right before everything faded to black.

~

Rodney opened his eyes, sighing in relief when he saw that the lights in the infirmary were dim. He blinked a few times to clear his vision, but it didn’t help much - the inside of his head felt like someone was going to town with a jackhammer. Headaches were a common side effect after a reaction due to the violent injection of adrenaline that went along with the epinephrine shot. Unfortunately, Rodney knew he would have to ride out every wave of pain until his body recovered.

He opened his eyes again, and this time the infirmary was brighter.

“McKay?”

Rodney tenderly turned his head toward whoever was speaking. He was a little shocked to see Sheppard at his side.

“Please tell me someone’s been removed from kitchen duty.”

Sheppard nodded solemnly. “Everyone on the kitchen staff has been given the no-citrus talk again. Lorne sends his apologies, by the way.”

Rodney sighed. “What happened after I passed out? Don’t really remember.”

John grimaced, as if recalling the memory caused him pain. “Got your epi pen and injected you in the leg. You came to...kind of. Then Carson got you down here and took care of you.”

Neither of them said anything for a few moments, the silence filled by the repetitive beeps of the monitors hooked up to Rodney.

“Thank you,” Rodney finally said.

“For what?”

“For...well, saving me.”

John smiled, and Rodney thought he could see just a hint of vulnerability flash across his face.

“Anytime, Rodney.”

Rodney’s eyes started to drift close again. He was so tired.

“Get some rest,” John mumbled.

“Mmmhmm.”

Later, Rodney wouldn’t be sure if he’d been dreaming when he heard John whisper, “You’re always worth saving.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, trying to prepare a meal when half the things in the fridge are experiments

Fill:

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"Are you actually serious?"

Sherlock looked up from his laptop and glanced into the kitchen. John stood in front of the fridge with the door wide open, his jaw practically on the floor.

"Usually," Sherlock answered. "Why?"

"Because there is a jar of fermenting eyeballs in my refrigerator. All I wanted was to make a curry!"

"It's for an experiment, obviously. Your package of chicken thighs should be in there somewhere - which, if we're being honest, is still raw meat slowly rotting away, just like those eyeballs."

John slammed the fridge door shut. "Thank you for putting me off of food entirely, Sherlock. Really appreciate it."

Sherlock smirked. "You'll come around eventually. Did you happen to see my mold samples in there as well? Any changes?"

John collapsed into his easy chair. "That's it. I'm buying you a mini-fridge strictly for experiments before one or both of us dies from food poisoning."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ Any, cooking lessons

Filled. McLorne

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/20339440

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers +/ Any, making sure to try local dishes every time they travel for a mission

Fill: MCU Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis

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“Holy crap, this is good,” Clint said after swallowing the last bite of his meal.

“It really is,” Natasha said. “I have to admit. I’ve been to this city three times, and I’d never heard of this place.”
“Another great recommendation, Steve,” Clint said.

“Thanks. I just feel we should try local dishes whenever we’re traveling around the world,” Steve said casually. “Enjoy ourselves, right?”

“Enjoy ourselves?” Clint asked incredulously. “Are you sure you’re not a Hydra plant?”

“Not the last the time I checked,” Steve said.

“He’s good,” Natasha said. “But I do have one question.” She turned her attention to Steve, her expression subtly shifting from jovial to spy in the second it took her to look him in the eyes. “Who’s your source?”

Steve laughed uncomfortably. “We all have our secretes, Nat,” he said.

“Sure,” she said, her expression momentarily reverting as she took another bite. The smile she gave him next featured a mix of friendship and evil intent unlike anything he’s seen from anyone else. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t find out.”

* * * * *

“Another awesome recommendation, Darce,” Steve said into his phone while sitting on his bed later that night.
“You’re very welcome,” Darcy’s voice replied. “Jane and I went there the last time we were in town and loved everything we ate. I’m glad you liked it too.”

In the years between New Mexico and Greenwich, Darcy had followed Jane all over the world chasing anomalies and had the chance to try many unique foods. Since they had started secretly dating, she always gave Steve suggestions as to where to eat if his missions were going to take him places she’d visited. Not once had her recommendations led the team astray when it came to good food.

“You know, I was really hoping that soon we might be able to try one of these places together,” Steve said.

There was a slightly pause before Darcy responded, “My, Mr. Rogers, are you offering to fly me somewhere exotic for a date?”

“Well, I do know a guy with a private jet, a dozen of them actually,” Steve said, smiling into the phone.

“I’ll talk to Jane about taking a couple of personal days,” Darcy said, excitement evident in voice. She paused again, and when she spoke up, the words with thick with apprehension. “You know, it’s going to be hard to keep this a secret if we both disappeared for a few days with one of Tony’s jets.”

“It’s probably time anyway. If that’s okay with you,” Steve said, trying and failing to hide his own apprehension.

“I’m good if you are,” she said. “It’s been fun keeping this quiet, but frankly it’s exhausting trying to hide things from Nat and Clint.”

“One condition,” Steve said. “We both have to be there when Nat finds out.”

“Deal.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, any, the most outlandish dish they’ve had for a mission

Fill:

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“Have another pastry,” the banker said.

Lucas took one. It looked like a small Cornish pasty, which would have been fine, but this was an octopus turnover. Not only that, but the octopus meat was tough and should have been cooked longer.

“Delicious, aren’t they?” the man added.

Lucas tried not to grimace, and pretending he was unable to reply due to a large mouthful.

Eventually the meeting was over, and Lucas made a diplomatic departure. Once on the street he called Malcolm and said, “I shall be in shortly, but I have to come back via a cake shop.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any, restaurant AU

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, cafeteria food

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Whitechapel, Chandler + any, cooking is so messy

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Hawaii Five-0, any, eating contest

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Stephen Strange +/ any, Chocolat (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chocolat_(2000_film)) AU

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When Tony Stark blew into town on an east wind one night with his daughter Morgan in tow and took over the old bakery on the high street, he turned the bakery into a chocolatier - and turned the town upside down.

For a whole week, Stephen listened to the nurses witter on about the brilliant and handsome Mr. Stark, how sweet he was with his little daughter (who worked with him at the shop instead of going to the schoolhouse with the other children), and how the chocolate he made was to die for.

The nurses talked up the health benefits of chocolate, how it was good for one’s heart and one’s skin, how a mug of the hot beverage would help one sleep if taken at the right time, or help one stay awake and focus, like coffee, only better. They spoke of how chocolate was also good for the metaphorical heart, that a chocolate-flavored kiss was true love.

Stephen was a man of science, not whimsy, and as the town doctor he was obliged to see what snake oil this Tony Stark was peddling.

The shop was small, neat, with myriad decorations from places near and far, some Stephen recognized, some so fanciful he supposed Stark had invented them to build his air of mystique. Only little Morgan, perched on a tall stool behind the old brass cash register, was slowly turning a globe and speaking to a little boy, telling him where this mask came from and that small statue.

As it turned out, none of the nonsense the nurses spoke was anything like what Stark mentioned to Stephen when he asked for a mug of hot cocoa. He said it was sweet, and it had some measure of caffeine like coffee, though not nearly as much, and it did have antioxidants, but no, it wasn’t going to cure cancer or make one’s skin dewy and pale.

“It is delicious, though.” Stark leaned on the counter and smiled at Stephen.

Stephen tried a mouthful before he offered his opinion. “Yes, it is. Has a kick to it.”

“Bit of chili powder to liven things up.” Stark’s smile turned into a smirk. “So, Dr. Strange, are you satisfied I’m not peddling snake oil under guise of confections?”

“Maybe.” Stephen took another sip of the hot cocoa, eyed Stark up and down. “What about true love? Will chocolate help you find that?”

Stark beckoned him closer. “Find out for yourself.”

The nurses were right - chocolate-flavored kisses were true love. Also squabbling, late nights, exasperation, and the terror of learning to be a parent.

But still true love.

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Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, If music be the food of love, play on (William Shakespeare)

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, barbeque competition

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Game of Thrones, Sansa Stark + Tyrion Lannister, Tyrion has lemon cakes made for Sansa whenever she visits King's Landing

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It was a moment long in the making.

Once Tyrion received confirmation of Sansa’s visit, preparations began in earnest. But after a long Winter, fresh produce was at a premium.

Procuring lemons from Dorne proved difficult and shockingly expensive. A fungal infection had destroyed many of the crops. Tyrion gritted his teeth and paid with a smile, determined to make Sansa’s visit as pleasant as possible.

Now, with his former wife sitting across from him, the maid set the delicate cakes before her with a flourish. The smile that brightened Sansa’s face told him it had all been worth it.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

Your love is better than chocolate
Better than anything else that I've tried
(Sarah McLachlan)

Fill: McShep + Radek + Jennifer + Chuck + Laura

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

“What is wrong with you?” Radek asked when Rodney came into the lab.

Rodney looked down at himself, but aside from one tiny butter stain on his uniform jacket he thought he was pretty put together. “What?”

“Were there chocolate muffins at breakfast again? You look pleased with yourself.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Can we please get this meeting started?”

If there’d been chocolate muffins, he hadn’t seen them. And surely John would’ve saved him one. He didn’t have time to ponder the theoretical existence of muffins in any case, because he had a staff meeting to run.

*o*o*o*

“Someone got up on the right side of the bed this morning,” Jennifer said.

“What?”

“You look well-rested for a change, Rodney. I’m glad you’re making time for more sleep, instead of staying up all hours in the lab.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.”

Jennifer, and Carson before her, had always been harping on Rodney to sleep more, to take fewer stimulants. Now that he was thinking about it, he supposed he was sleeping better when he did sleep. Less nightmares, maybe.

“Keep up the good work,” Jennifer said as she went on her way down the hall.

“Yes, well, you too.”

*o*o*o*

“Wow,” Chuck said. “That must’ve been some haul. How much chocolate did the Daedalus bring you, anyway?”

“What?”

“That’s your happy chocolate face.”

“Have you lost your mind?” Rodney asked, honestly concerned. Chuck had one job, and it was fairly important. If he was starting to lose it, best to find out now and not when he’d sent a team off to the middle of a Wraith planet or something.

“I’m just saying. You look happy.”

“Oh. Well, I did get a nice care package from Jeannie. Coffee Crisps and Caramilks.” And some other, more highly sought-after Canadian confections that he had no intention of sharing, so they didn’t bear mentioning.

*o*o*o*

“You’re getting laid,” Laura said with a leer.

“What?” Rodney hissed, looking over his shoulder. “Keep your voice down!”

“Nothing to be ashamed of. I’m just glad you’re finally getting some. You look more relaxed.”

“Really?”

“Really. You might want to do something about that goofy grin, though. It’s a dead giveaway.”

Rodney hadn’t realized he’d been grinning, much less goofily. He struggled to put a scowl back on his face.

“If it’s with you-know-who, I’m glad one of you finally made a move.”

“Don’t you have work to do?” Rodney snapped.

*o*o*o*

“Oh my god,” Rodney said. “It’s you.”

“What?” John asked, his lips moving against Rodney’s neck. “Were you expecting someone else?”

“Don’t be stupid.” Rodney pressed a kiss to the top of John’s head. “I just figured it out. For the last two weeks people have been telling me how happy and well-rested I look. It’s because of you.”

“Yeah?” John sounded pleased, his arms tightening around Rodney.

“Well, studies have shown that chocolate releases the same endorphins as sex.”

“So if you were to eat me like –”

Rodney silenced him with a kiss, not needing to hear the end of whatever infantile sex joke he’d been about to make. Besides, Rodney knew the truth. It wasn’t just sex with John that made him so happy. It was John himself, with his untamable cowlicks and goofy donkey laugh and sexy, sexy brain and easy acceptance of Rodney’s quirks.

John was better than chocolate. He was better than anything Rodney could ever try to make himself happy.

“I love you more than chocolate,” Rodney blurted out, and then furiously blushed. It was much too early in their relationship for love declarations, even if they had been dancing around each other for years before John made his move.

John pushed himself up on his elbow. “Wow. Wasn’t expecting that.”

“You don’t have to –”

“I love you more than flying,” John whispered, his expression as open and vulnerable as Rodney had ever seen it.

Rodney pulled him back down and kissed him breathless.

He didn’t care if he ever ate chocolate again.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Lucifer, Lucifer, he has a thing for fruit and foreplay

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, "You have the palate of a five-year-old."

Fill -- A Light Snack ... Clint Barton/Phil Coulson

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

“You have the palate of a five-year old.”

“Who, me?” Clint is sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on his lap, watching something with car chases and explosions as if it holds the secrets of life. “Why would you say that?”

Phil ticks his points off on his fingers. “Breakfast--cereal that was pure sugar, floating in chocolate milk.”

“So?”

“You followed it up two hours later with two donuts--one Boston cream and one frosted coconut. That got you through til lunch, when you had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a can of root beer and a Twinkie.”

“Hey, it’s cheaper than the SHIELD cafeteria.”

“At four o’clock, you were observed inhaling a packet of strawberry Pop Tarts from the vending machine.”

“Yeah, they’re out of brown sugar cinnamon.”

“You came home, had a beer and for dinner, you insisted on a hamburger and Tater Tots, which you washed down with--surprise, surprise--another beer.”

“And that’s where your argument falls apart,” Clint says. He’s paused the movie during Phil’s diatribe and now he grins triumphantly. “Five-year olds don’t drink beer…usually.”

“And here it is, eight-thirty, and you’re sitting there chomping on popcorn and gummy bears! It’s a wonder your pancreas hasn’t exploded, the way you abuse it!” Phil isn’t sure what bothers him more: the way Clint eats or the fact that he never seems to put on an ounce of fat.

Clint stretches and gets up with the bowl. “I love kettle corn. It’s got fiber, y’know? And it doesn’t turn your fingers orange, like Cheetos.”

He exits into the kitchen. Phil, standing there counting to ten, hears the rattle of unpopped kernels being deposited into the trash can. The water goes on and off--he’s rinsing out the bowl, at least--followed by the sound of silverware clinking together and…the fridge door?!

Sure enough, Clint returns with a carton of ice cream. He settles back down and turns the movie back on. Something explodes.

“Seriously?”

“Hey, I brought two spoons. Come on, Phil--live a little!”

...

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester, Nothing tastes better than a bacon cheeseburger and fries, except maybe some apple pie.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Dawn, she loves to experiment with food