Miércoles: 100 Words on... Eating and drinking!

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

¡Buenos días! I’m sherlockian_syn and today's theme is the ever relatable food and drink. Everybody needs to eat and drink, right? Prompts can be anything you want them to be, as long as they are related to eating or drinking in some way. And as always, remember that your fills must be in 100 word increments. Thank you for playing! I'm hungry...

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, date at a sports bar
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, food truck AU
+ Game of Thrones, any, recalling the best meal they ever had

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tag=100 words/food & drink

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[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU or Agents of SHIELD, any m/m or f/f or ot3, picnic

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, any, hot beverage on a rainy day

Fill: MCU, Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Bucky stood staring out the large windows of the penthouse suite with his hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate lost in thought.

Rain was lightly hitting the windows, but Bucky didn't notice it.

He didn't even hear Tony come into the room until his lover loudly cleared his throat asked, "A penny for them?"

"Hmmph?" Bucky was startled into remarking.

Tony softly sighed. He could tell Bucky was lost in the past as well as lost in thought, so he tried a different tack. "Would you like a refill of what you're drinking?"

Bucky shook his head to clear it and took a sip of hot chocolate. He swallowed it with a grimace because it had gone cold and thus ruining the taste.

"I'll take that expression as a yes," Tony gently teased.

"Yes," Bucky murmured and handed Tony the mug.

Seeing that the mug held hot chocolate, Tony asked, "Would you like it plain or with marshmellows and whip cream?

"However you want to make it as long as it's hot," Bucky replied with a rueful grin.

"Alright," Tony agreed with a wry grin. "I'll be back in five."

Bucky nodded his head and went back to watching the rain.

*&*

Tony returned in his alotted five minutes and during that time Bucky had moved from standing near the windows to sitting on the couch.

Bucky looked up from the tablet he was fiddling with when he heard Tony enter the room carrying two mugs of hot chocolate.

"You make me one of each?" Bucky joked reminding Tony of the beginning of their relationship where the billionaire went out of his way to make up for stuff Bucky had missed while he had been the Winter Soldier.

"No, smarty arty," Tony retorted as he handed Bucky a mug. "It's the perfect day for hot chocolate, so I made me a cup."

"Yes, it is," Bucky agreed and took a sip of his drink. "Mmmm... Delicious. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Tony said as he settled on the couch next to Bucky.

Bucky wrapped his good arm around Tony's shoulders and pulled him close.

They spent the rest of the afternoon curled up together savoring hot chocolate and each other's company.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Man from UNCLE (movie), Illya/Solo, honey

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Doctor Sleep, Dan Torrance + Lucy & David Stone, He tells them to be careful about Abra & alcohol

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bucky Barnes +/or Steve Rogers, short-order cooks/diner AU

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, he's a contestant on a cooking show to solve a case -- "It's all just chemistry, isn't it?"

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“How can that have happened?” Sherlock moaned. “They kicked me off the show, saying I was the worst contestant. I did everything perfectly, ensured exactly the right amounts of ingredients, mixed to the perfect consistency, baked at the right temperature, and yet ...”

“But there was no flair,” John replied. “No slightly lopsided cake, cunningly disguised with an artful swirl of chocolate, no individuality.”

“But, I now have the proof to enable Lestrade to arrest Harris, which will leave them one contestant down. And that means they should have me back,” Sherlock said triumphantly.

“Somehow I doubt they will do that.”

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Stephanie Plum series, Stephanie Plum, trying to follow a recipe that looked so easy on TV

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, Lucas North + any, Bakery AU

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“What’s got into Adam lately?” Jo asked her friend. “He always seems so happy in the morning.”

“I don’t know,” Ros replied. “I saw him get off the train this morning, but he’s not here yet. Where can he have gone?”

Adam walked in, said a cheery ‘good morning’ to them and disappeared into his own office.

“See what I mean?” Jo said. “Maybe we should follow him tomorrow.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Ros said. “Okay then, we’ll see what we find out.”

The following morning, they followed Adam as he left the station. He turned into a small side street. Part way along there was a small bakery, which Adam entered.

Ros and Jo peered through the window, and Jo said, “We have to go in!”

“We can’t!” Ros exclaimed.

“We have to. They’ve got the most amazing cakes. No wonder Adam’s always happy.”

Ros privately thought the dark-haired man behind the counter, who was chatting happily to Adam, might have rather more to do with Adam’s happiness.

Adam stood to one side to let Jo be served.

“I didn’t know this bakery was here,” Jo said. “It’s amazing!”

“Thank you,” the man said. “I’ve only been open about six weeks. My name’s Lucas, by the way.”

“I’m Jo and this is Ros. We work with Adam.”

“And he told you about my bakery? That’s great.”

Ros saw Adam looking awkward and hurriedly said, “He seemed such a satisfied customer we thought we ought to check it out for ourselves.”

Jo, who had finally decided which of the cakes to have, sighed happily. “And we’ll certainly be back.”

“And now we should be going,” Ros said firmly. “See you in about five minutes, Adam.”

When she glanced back, she saw Adam leaning over and kissing Lucas. Not just the cakes, then!

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any, “Hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!”

Fill: Evan Lorne + Ronon Dex + OCs (500)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

In all the Pegasus Galaxy, there was only one place where the almost-apples grew, the ones the size of grapefruits. Evan had been tracking their growing season, with Dr. Parrish’s assistance, and knew when they were ready to be harvested.

The hard part was actually getting to them.

“Hold up!” Carver called down to the rest of Evan’s specialized team. “Got another loose one.”

The rock face they had to scale was sheer and brittle, and some of the anchors they put in last year had gotten too loose to reuse. Carver was taking the lead because he had the most climbing experience, and it was up to him to make sure the whole team made it safely to the upper ledge.

Evan tried to brace himself against the rock face as much as possible while he waited, eyes scanning the space around him on the lookout for danger. They’d been lucky so far with the weather – massive windstorms were frequent on what he called Orchard Moon – but avoiding the big predators would be too much to hope for.

Sure enough –

“Incoming! Two o’clock!” Stephens barked out, twisting to put the rock face at her back and bringing the pulse weapon up to bear. “Four bogies!”

“Ronon!” Evan called out. “Cover Carver!”

“On it,” Ronon called back. He was the second in formation, and the person best able to keep the oversized hawks from plucking him off the cliff.

The pulse rifles were kept on stun, because the zoologists on Atlantis were adamant about them not negatively impacting native wildlife populations if possible. A stun beam wouldn’t knock them out, but it would knock them for a loop. If things got dire, Evan had no compunctions about flipping that switch and taking some of those bastards down.

The hawks screeched and swooped in, talons out and ready to strike. Evan got off a hit, but it wasn’t direct and didn’t slow the hawk at all. He bit back a curse and took another shot, trying to adjust for the sway of the rope that was holding him to the rock. This time the hawk went tumbling back with a squawk.

Stephens pushed herself off the rock and swung out, firing her rifle with a warrior yell and sending another hawk reeling.

“Take that, you flying fuck!”

Ronon roared his approval even as he unerringly landed direct hits on the other two hawks. Three of the huge birds flew off, but one of them tenaciously held on, circling around for another go.

Evan tried to brace himself to get a clearer shot, but Ronon and Stephens beat him to it, both of them hitting the hawk and sending it spiraling down toward the valley floor. It recovered just before it hit the canopy and opened its wings, soaring away with an angry-sounding screech.

“Hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it, sir,” Stephens said, face flushed.

It was absolutely worth it when Evan used that pie to successfully woo Rodney McKay.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Danny Williams +/ any, “Hawaiian Haystack seems like an oxymoron.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Merlin, Merlin +/ Arthur Pendragon, Merlin’s been at the sloe gin again.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Lucifer, Trixie Decker+Chloe Decker+Mazikeen+Lucifer Morningstar+Dan Espinoza (mix or match as you feel appropriate),
Trixie invites everyone to a picnic.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse, Dawn Summers+/Connor, He's the only one who really likes her experimental pancakes.

Fill (300 words)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Title – The Risktakers
Disclaimer - Joss Whedon owns them
Rating - teen
Summary - Dawn likes to experiment in the kitchen but her friends have no faith in her, except one.


here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20872847)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Fourth Doctor+/Second Romana, Have a jellybaby

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, warm apple pie

Fill (Snow White)

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Autumn follows a summer they had basked in, and winter is coming to the kingdom. But the people aren’t worried. Their queen is on her rightful throne. There will be a spring.

They can celebrate their golden, bountiful harvest as their parents did.

Nobody thinks, not even the server who brings the warm apple pie to the highest table in the castle’s dining hall. But the queen’s rosy cheeks blanch as she inhales the aroma of the dish set before her.

Her husband covers her hand.

Snow White reminds herself they burned the enchanted orchard. A queen must be brave.

[pony-express.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, "I just want a cup of tea!"

Fill -- Lestrade's No Good Horrible Very Bad Day (Sherlock)

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Lestrade appears at the flat looking decidedly worse for wear. He’s wet to the point of squelching as he walks--not surprising on such a beastly day. His trousers are muddy from the knees down and the cuffs are in tatters. One sleeve of his raincoat has a jagged rip. A purpling bruise mars his left cheek.

“You were right,” he says to Sherlock. “It was Harris. He put up quite a fight, but we got him.”

“Don’t you mean his Rottweiler put up a fight?” Sherlock inquires blandly.

The detective inspection eyes him with disfavor.

“You poor thing, you look like a drowned rat!” Mrs. Hudson interjects. “Take off that wet coat and I’ll hang it by the furnace to dry. John, let him borrow your slippers, they’re warmer than Sherlock’s.“

“He’s not staying!” Sherlock expostulates. “Are you, Glen?”

John surrenders his slippers--lined with lambswool, the promise warmth. Lestrade eyes them with longing. “Pretty sure they’re not going to fit,” he says regretfully. “I’m a size 12.”

“So is Sherlock, I’ll fetch his,” says Mrs. Hudson, disregarding the sputtering noises her tenant is making. “And his dressing gown. You’ll come down with pneumonia if you sit around in those soggy things. Not to mention dripping on the sofa.” She bustles off.

“It’s alright.” John reassures them. “Carry on with your experiment, Sherlock. Greg and I will play cards while he’s warming up and drying off.”

Lestrade accepts the garments from Mrs. Hudson and changes into them in the loo. Not so much out of modesty as the desire not to hear Sherlock diagnosing unsettling things about his personal life at a glance, as he would most certainly do.

“There, isn’t that better?” The housekeeper’s tone is motherly. “Let me just take those wet things, and you can have a nice quiet evening with the boys.”

“You’re a gem, Mrs. H.,” he tells her gratefully. “Do you suppose--if it’s not too much trouble--”

“Yes, dear?”

“I’d really love a nice hot cuppa.”

“Of course, of course!” She descends the stairs, Lestrade’s clothes dripping in her wake.

There’s a moment of silence, broken only by the sound of John shuffling the deck of cards. Then Lestrade says, “And by the way, genius--it wasn’t one Rottweiler--it was three.”

...

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, date at a sports bar

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, food truck AU

Fill, Stephen Strange + Wong

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

"There's a convention next week," Wong tells him after they shut down.

"Sci-fi?"

Wong shakes his head. "Software developers. Though I heard it from Clint, so."

"Aww, onions, no," drifts over from the Americana truck three spaces down.

Stephen hums. "Tech's always a good week to add to the menu. Unless-"

"No."

"I suppose Stark's--"

Wong sighs. "It's not a competition; we don't need--"

"Bet he's doing low-carb," Stephen says, "So if we just-"

"Please don't."

"Just for the week!" Stephen stands and jogs for the truck.

Just one new item. Two. Maybe six.

A little competition never hurt anyone.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Game of Thrones, any, recalling the best meal they ever had

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Stargate: SG-1, Team, They drink more coffee than any other three teams combined

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Spiderman: Far From Home, Peter Parker +Happy Hogan, Awkward bonding over hot dogs & coke at a ball game

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ any, food truck AU

Fill, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, 200 words

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

This is how he fell in love with David, actually; he's not sure when it started to get serious, but one day Evan looked up from a half-chopped board of carrots and caught David, in the truck directly opposite, unwrapping a brown paper parcel of mushrooms just delivered from the Athosian food market.

"Amazing," David mouthed with this wide-eyed smile like he'd just discovered a whole new genus of mushrooms, and Evan was done for.

He still smiles like that, stars in his eyes, except not just at produce, and not from across the square.

They open up together, nowadays, side by side in the truck where they blended Evan's modern Italian cuisine (from his mom's side) and David's comfort vegetarian--which complemented each other better than either of them had expected.

David chops the veggies, Evan preps the rest, and they make more business together than they ever did apart.

"You set?" David asks just before open, tying his apron strings behind his back, looking up, and--yeah, there's the smile, like when he looks at Evan there's a whole galaxy in his eyes.

"I'm good," Evan says, and thinks he might just be throwing the same one back.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any, gourmet s'mores

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, competing bakeries

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, ensemble, the most unusual things they've ever eaten