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squidgiepdx and today's theme is mealtime. Prompts can be anything that has to do with mealtime, be it sitting down together to share a meal, meeting someone for a blind date for dinner, or really just the hustle and bustle of a military base when it comes to mealtime. Perhaps Rodney realizes the treats John is bringing him are in place of John talking about his feelings. Or maybe, even if Sherlock doesn't eat while on a case, he makes sure that John does. Whatever the case may be, if it's about mealtime, this is the spot.
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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, Flirting through food
+ Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Merlin absently spills food on Arthur's clothes
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "What are you doing in New Jersey?" "I... I brought you malasadas."
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squidgiepdx and today's theme is mealtime. Prompts can be anything that has to do with mealtime, be it sitting down together to share a meal, meeting someone for a blind date for dinner, or really just the hustle and bustle of a military base when it comes to mealtime. Perhaps Rodney realizes the treats John is bringing him are in place of John talking about his feelings. Or maybe, even if Sherlock doesn't eat while on a case, he makes sure that John does. Whatever the case may be, if it's about mealtime, this is the spot.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, Flirting through food
+ Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Merlin absently spills food on Arthur's clothes
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "What are you doing in New Jersey?" "I... I brought you malasadas."
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2019 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2020-03-31 01:56 pm (UTC)Fill:
Date: 2020-03-31 04:58 pm (UTC)Carefully Lucas took the cake out of the box and placed it on a plate. The melted chocolate coating gave nothing away, so Lucas gave Adam a quizzical look as he handed him a knife.
“For the greatest effect I suggest you cut right across the middle and then separate the two halves,” Adam said.
Lucas did as instructed and looked inside. “Ow wow, that’s amazing. There’s chocolate, coffee, something pink, um, red velvet, maybe lemon.” He grinned. “What sort of cake is it?”
“You’ve heard of Epiphany tart?”
“Yes, a tart made with twelve different sorts of jam.”
“Well, this is an Epiphany cake, with twelve different cake flavours.”
“It sounds absolutely wonderful! Thank you. Now, where shall I start?”
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Date: 2020-03-31 09:16 pm (UTC)Also I want one.
Thank you for this fill!
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Date: 2020-03-31 02:02 pm (UTC)Fill -- The More Things Change
Date: 2020-04-03 03:42 am (UTC)He’s rescued a couple wan stalks of celery from the crisper drawer, chopping them while Steve paces the kitchen. Bucky’s responsible for the cooking--so in the face of the crisis, he focuses on that. “You and me--we’re too young to remember the influenza pandemic, but I remember my ma used to tell a story about her and da living on onion and cabbage soup for weeks because that was all she could find at the market. Nothing like a good pot of soup, she’d say.”
Olive oil into the big cast-iron skillet to saute the celery with garlic and onions…. “I swear, she’d start a pot of soup in September and keep adding to it until the weather warmed up in the spring. Whatever we could get ahold of…not much meat in there, but it was good and filling just the same.”
“That big pot of soup was always simmering on the back of the stove,” Steve recalls, smiling fondly. “I always loved getting asked to lunch. Your ma was a great cook.”
“Yeah, she was…it was good training, growing up in her kitchen. She never wasted anything. The bottom of the celery--we can replant that, it’ll grow another stalk.” He starts opening cans. “Between the Depression and war-time rationing, this feels familiar.”
“Says the man who just cooked three pounds of boneless, skinless chicken breasts!” Steve scoffs.
The meat is ready to go into the dish when the time is right. Bucky has to admit, back in the day, any kind of chicken was a treat.
“I mean being careful. We’ve got enough money that we’re not--what do they call it, food insecure? As long as we keep in mind getting more might be a problem, so we can’t afford to waste it.”
“A lot of people aren’t this lucky,” Steve says somberly.
“There are always gonna be people who have it worse,” Bucky points out, stirring. “Just like there are always gonna be people better off. We’re healthy, we’ve got food and a roof over our heads. Let’s count our blessings.”
Steve chuckles. “That sounds just like your ma.”
He nods silently, watching the onions turn translucent. Blessings? Four kids to feed, plus Steve, who was around more than not…then Becca came down with polio. She’d lived, but Ma wanted him to stop being friends with Steve, saying he was sick too much, she was afraid he’d give Becca something she wouldn’t recover from. And the hell of it was, Ma genuinely cared about Steve, but she was that worried about the baby of the family who’d almost had to go into an iron-lung--
Steve is saying something. “What?”
“I asked if you want me to go plant that celery for you.”
“Sure, thanks.” Bucky adds frozen snow peas to the contents of the skillet--it’s going to be some kind of Chinese chicken. Just because their favorite take-out place has closed down doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy the cuisine they like. It would be even better with bok choi, but they don’t have any, celery will have to do.
He’s never told Steve about that quarrel; he would’ve been hurt and angry, and knowing Steve, he’d’ve stayed as far away from the Barnes residence as possible. He finally pointed out to Ma that with all his medical problems, Steve probably had more to fear from Becca that she did from him--it wasn’t like asthma was catching. At the time, he hadn’t wanted to hurt Steve’s feelings. Now, it’s a moot point.
“Okay, that’s done,” Steve announces, returning from the back yard. “Anything else I can do?”
He measures rice and water into the rice cooker. “You could set the table. No hurry, it’ll be a while.”
Bucky dumps the chicken in with the veg, turns the heat down to a low simmer. It’ll be a good dinner. When it’s ready, they’ll wash their hands and sit down in the dining room. Then, before they enjoy their meal, they’ll lower their heads for a moment and count their blessings.
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Date: 2020-04-03 12:45 pm (UTC)Drabble Fill, Bucky & Sam
Date: 2020-04-03 05:42 am (UTC)"We don't need to go out," Bucky says when Sam opens the fridge in the morning and 'hmm's. "Making soup. Delivery's coming tomorrow." He's just finishing the onion, and pours it into the pot where the carrots and the chicken and last night's leftover noodles are already bubbling.
It smells like it did, then, when he learned to cook this bare-pantry soup so his ma could work late, sewing, Becca at his heels.
"Smells good," Sam says, though, and Bucky breathes, echoes of Becca's laugh fading back into the space he keeps his treasures in.
"Yeah," he says. "It does."
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Date: 2020-03-31 02:54 pm (UTC)Minifill
Date: 2020-03-31 04:29 pm (UTC)Bond wiped up the droplets that the coffee machine had sprayed while making his cup, cup following him in one hand as he moved to the sideboard to open the cupboards and put away a few things out of the dishwasher, hissing at the steam that blasted at him when he opened the dishwasher. One-handed, he arranged the knives in their hanging holder into the proper slots, stopping to admire the heft of a particular one - which he did so by tossing it up in the air, still one handed and catching it. He grabbed a dish towel and wiped down a counter. All of this, unnecessary work that it was, he did while holding his half full cup of black coffee.
It was only 6:30 and Bond was already getting tense with need to GO.
Q sighed and set his tea down, delicate cup clinking against delicate saucer.
"I really must get you on tea..."
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Date: 2020-03-31 04:50 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: He Is Psychometric, Daebong + Ahn, post-canon
Date: 2020-03-31 10:43 pm (UTC)When Ahn calls Daebong and says, in a small voice, that Jaein has to work yet another late shift (she’s no longer a rookie beat cop, has experience on a high profile serial murder case to her name), Daebong tells him to come over for dinner. They could go out to the chicken place. Sohyun wouldn’t mind if Daebong brought Ahn along with him to a meal; her daughter likes Ahn almost as much as she likes Daebong, and she loves Daebong. But Daebong wants to do something special for Ahn, who is alone these days.
Daebong only invites Ahn over because he knows his parents are both gone, won’t be home for another week. The house staff left about an hour ago. Daebong still remembers how to cook. He remembers when he was very young, and his family was poor, and both of his parents worked their hands to the bone so none of them starved. Daebong pulls on an apron, washes his hands, puts some rice in the rice cooker, gets some kimchi out of the kimchi refrigerator, and sets about slicing vegetables and meat.
When Ahn arrives, he looks a little spooked at stepping foot into Daebong’s father’s very large, empty house, even though they’re both adults now. As soon as Daebong can convince Sohyun to marry him, he’s moving out.
“Where is everyone?” Ahn asks.
“Out,” Daebong says easily. “It’s just us. Can you set the table?”
Ahn stares at the massive dining table that fills an even more massive dining room. “Ah...okay. Where do we sit? How will we hear each other?”
Daebong laughs. “We can just sit together at one end. It’ll be fine.”
“Does your father have dinner parties often? For business.” Ahn opens the china cabinet and stares, perplexed, at all the options.
“No,” Daebong says. “But you know my father. He’s always been...extreme. With his money.” With everything.
Ahn’s expression darkens. He’s one of the few people who knows the truth of Daebong’s relationship with his father. “Well...okay. What are we eating?”
Daebong gestures to the kitchen door. “Beef and radish stew. Bok choy and soy bean paste. Braised baby potatoes. Crunchy squid thread. Cucumber pickles. Green chili pepper pancake.” The kimchi and rice go without saying.
“You cooked all that?” Ahn’s eyebrows go up.
“I can cook.”
“I’ve never seen you cook,” Ahn says. They’ve known each other since high school. Daebong has been one of Ahn’s only close friends for his whole life.
“Well, we’ve never had the chance to have a nice family dinner,” Daebong says, and immediately regrets it. Ahn’s parents died in a fire when he was eight, murdered by one of the people he considered his only family after the fire, his beloved Seongmo-hyung. Ahn grew up in an orphanage, bounced from school to school. Family dinners were never a thing for him.
Fill 2/2: He Is Psychometric, Daebong + Ahn, post-canon
Date: 2020-03-31 10:43 pm (UTC)“We’re not vampires,” Daebong says, but Ahn looks so hopeful, so he says, “there are some candelabra and in the china cabinet.”
“We should use fancy dishes, too. And the fancy silverware.” Ahn rubs his hands together gleefully. “Unless it’ll make your father mad?”
“My mother bought it but never uses it. I don’t think my father even knows we have it.”
“Great! Do you have fancy wineglasses?”
“Those we definitely have. And fancy wine.”
“Will your father notice if it’s gone?”
“He wouldn’t know fancy wine if it bit him in the ass. I have some actual fancy wine hidden in the very back of the wine cabinet.” Daebong can’t help but grin. Ahn’s enthusiasm is infectious. “I need to get back into the kitchen. Go wild. But don’t break anything.”
Ahn is, understandably, wary of touching anything that Daebong’s parents own with his bare hands, and he’s tugged the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands instinctively. Even though he has much better control over his psychometry these days, Daebong can’t blame him for his caution. Ahn has seen enough of the grim truth behind the wealthy facade that is Daebong’s life.
Daebong goes back into the kitchen, but he props the door open so he can hear Ahn humming and puttering around, the occasional clink of china and crystal and silverware.
By the time the food is ready, Ahn has made a passable reproduction of a scene from a so-called vampire mansion at one end of the dining table: fine china, gleaming silverware, a wine bottle open to breathe, crystal wineglasses, the nicest chopsticks on fine porcelain holders, and candelabras everywhere and filling the room with such a glow that they don’t need the overhead lights. Ahn must have looked up how to fold linen napkins, because both place settings are adorned with what looks like peacocks made out of the best linen napkins Daebong’s mother owns.
Ahn helps Daebong bring the food into the dining room, and they lay it out neatly. Ahn insists on taking several pictures so he can send them to Jaein, show off their hard work, and then finally it’s time to eat. Because Daebong cooked, Ahn serves the food, but Daebong pours the wine.
“A toast,” Ahn says, “to our family dinner.”
Daebong raises his glass as well. “To our family dinner.”
They clink glasses, and they drink, and even though Daebong is tired and has been grease-burned and has been hungry since before Ahn called, the first bite of kimchi is so, so worth it.
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