Tuesday: Lunch

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Howdy pals! I’m sherlockian_syn and this week's themes are all related to food. And by that, I meant they're all going to be meal oriented. Because as you can see, today's theme is Lunch! Time to take that lunch break - what's on the menu today? Are characters eating out somewhere nice on the company's dime? Are they eating a hot dog covered in nacho cheese and hot sauce from the gas station? Or are they being adventurous by trying a new and mysterious food truck? As long as it has something to do with the lunchtime meal (or something near equivalent to it), prompt to your heart's desire.

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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

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+ Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, a proper afternoon tea
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, "Ingesting caffeine does not equate to eating lunch."
+ Stargate Atlantis, any m/m, AU where they meet while in line for a food truck

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[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any, lunch picnic on one of the balconies

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, any, eating lunch at your desk just so you can see the handsome man who cleans the office windows

Fill: Ros & Jo

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Ros Myers looked across the room in surprise. Jo Portman had taken out her sandwiches and was still sitting at her desk, despite her normal determination to eat anywhere but on the Grid.

“There’s nothing that urgent it can’t wait until after lunch,” Ros said. “You don’t have to stay indoors on such a lovely day.”

Jo didn’t reply and Ros suddenly realised Jo’s attention was focused on the window and not, as she had supposed, on her computer screen.

“Actually, come to think of it, maybe I won’t go out,” Ros added. She came and sat down next to Jo. “I don’t suppose you could spare one of your sandwiches.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, any, working lunch date at Kamekona’s shrimp truck

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Stephen Strange/Tony Stark, “When I said I wanted an afternoon delight I didn’t mean lunch but this is pretty tasty.”

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, a proper afternoon tea

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, "Ingesting caffeine does not equate to eating lunch."

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any m/m, AU where they meet while in line for a food truck

Fill: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay (preslash)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Rodney was way too invested in lunch, he knew that. But it was the only meal he never missed, even when he was busy in the lab, and there was a lot down the block that several food trucks set up in every day. And food truck food was delicious. He knew all the regulars, knew what the best offerings were from each.

And he got really annoyed when the person ahead of him in line took forever to order.

“Everything sounds good,” the spiky-haired guy said.

“Everything is good,” Rodney replied. “So pick something and let’s go. Some of us are on a schedule.”

“Relax, buddy.”

“Relax? Relax??” Rodney could practically feel the steam coming out of his ears. “You’re holding up the line! I have hypoglycemia, you know, and if I don’t eat soon –”

“Meatball parm burrito coming up, Dr. McKay!” a voice called from inside the CiboVita truck.

“Oh. Well. Thank you, Frankie.”

The spiky-haired guy turned around. Why were the idiots always so ridiculously good looking? It was unfair.

“Dr. McKay? Dr. Rodney McKay?”

Rodney went from annoyed to suspicious in the space of a breath. “What’s it to you?”

“John Sheppard. I’m your new numbers guy.”

There was a brief hum of white noise in Rodney’s head until that information sunk in.

“Make that two, Frankie,” he called as he pulled Sheppard out of the line. “You’re the math guy?”

“Did you just order for me?” Sheppard tried to lean back in to look at the menu but the next person had stepped up to the counter.

“No offense, but you don’t look like you have a doctorate in mathematical physics.”

“You were expecting tweed?” Sheppard smirked and leaned against the side of the food truck and looked stupidly sexy doing it.

Rodney was in trouble. He could feel it.

“Order up, Dr. McKay!” Frankie called from the order window.

Rodney grabbed the meatball parm burritos – his favorite item on a menu full of amazing Italian fusion dishes – and nodded at one of the empty picnic tables set up around the perimeter.

By the time his lunch break was over, he intended to know everything he could about the handsome math whiz he was going to be working with.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any, vending machine lunch

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, going to the same coffee shop for lunch every day to see the cute barista

Filled: The Untamed, WangXian

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23904067

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, collecting lunchboxes

Mini fill: SGA, the McKays and the Millers

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Just so you know, Madison is going to be the envy of all her classmates, and it’s all your fault.”

Rodney had expected at least a vaguely fond greeting during his monthly video call with Jeannie. “Come again?”

“Everyone at her school is collecting the new Stargate lunchboxes, but hers are signed, and she even has rare Atlantis editions, like Major Lorne and Dr. Beckett.”

“I don’t see what the big deal is. They’re just lunchboxes. And you should be glad they’re not My Little Pony.” Rodney crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “Now, about your new calculations for the interdimensional bridge -”

“Do you know how much a signed Beckett lunchbox is worth, Mer?”

“I don’t know, how much does one of those cheap plastic things cost?”

“A strange middle-aged man offered Madison sixty thousand dollars for her Beckett lunchbox.”

“What?”

“She thought he was a kidnapper trying to pretext her and she kicked him in the shins and screamed for her teacher.”

“I’m glad her time with Teyla and Ronon has paid off - sixty thousand?”

“American dollars,” Jeannie confirmed.

Rodney said, “I’ll have Carson’s clone sign a couple more and her college tuition will be paid.”

Jeannie sighed. “Not what I was going for, Mer.”

“Then let’s talk about your new calculations.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, lunch at the cool kids' table

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "You really are out to lunch, aren't you?"

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, discovering an exciting new sandwich shop

Fill: Tony + Peter feat. stealth crossover

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

“Did we really have to go all the way to the Jersey Shore for a sandwich?” Peter muttered, staring out the passenger side window.

Beach fronts and piers went by in a blur. Tony expertly weaved his sports car through traffic, and Peter thought that he might have gotten car sick if it weren’t for the fact that activities like parkour and gymnastics were now second nature to him.

“Kid, you have to trust me on this one. This shop is crazy and awesome and it’ll be the best sandwich you’ve had in months.”

“I don’t know. I can make a pretty mean grilled cheese.”

Tony nodded. “Okay, well, sometimes it’s nice having a grilled cheeser you didn’t have to make yourself. You feel me?”

“Sure.”

They were getting closer now to the beaches and piers, so Tony had to actually slow down a little. Peter rolled down the window, smelled sea salt and fried food in the air.

“Ah, here it is. Time to get excited.”

Tony parked the car with ease and immediately jumped out. Peter glanced up at the building they were in front of and read the sign.

“Patricia’s 77 Sandwiches.” (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bobsburgerpedia/images/6/64/77_Sandwiches.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20190313111824)

“Yep,” Tony said, grinning and opening Peter’s car door.

“Does she really make 77 different sandwiches?”

“Less questions, more going into the shop, please.”

They walked in and Peter was greeted by the scent of bread baking in the oven. So far, so good. Tony gestured to the menu and Peter felt his jaw drop.

There really were 77 different sandwich choices on the menu.

“Hey there, Tony! Welcome back! What number are you on? Can’t remember.”

Tony gave the woman behind the counter his most charming smile. “Patricia, darling, I am on...number 42 it looks like. So that’s what I’ll be having.”

She smiled and nodded. “42. Cream cheese, sriracha, turkey, and onions on a French roll. Gotcha. And for you, young man?”

Peter was overwhelmed to say the least. Why would somebody give him so many options? He struggled to make a choice when given two options, let alone 77. His gaze went to the start of the menu, and he immediately saw something safe and familiar. Something he could understand.

“I’ll have number 3, ma’am.”

Patricia nodded, and Peter could tell she was trying not to look disappointed. “Peanut butter and jelly, coming right up.”

Peter could practically hear Tony rolling his eyes.

~

“How’s that PB&J, buddy?”

Peter chewed and swallowed his bite before answering. “It’s really good. The bread is really soft. And I like strawberry jam on my peanut butter sandwiches, so I call this a win. How’s your...sriracha turkey thing?”

“Delicious, as expected. The cream cheese and sriracha balance themselves out pretty well. And I can tell she soaks the onions, because they don’t taste ridiculously strong.”

Patricia finished wiping up tables and walked over to them. They were now the only customers in the shop.

“Everything tasting good?”

“Yes, thank you,” Peter answered.

“You know,” Patricia began, “there’s another restaurant around here that’s pretty good. Guy who owns it is a little...strange, but he means well. It’s a burger place and he always uses good ingredients. Plus, his special of the day is always some wacky burger pun.”

Tony smiled. “Maybe after I finish number 77.”

“You don’t like burgers, Mister Stark?”

“I do. Maybe if you’re good, we can hang around on the pier and go there for dinner. What’s the place called, Patricia?”

“Bob’s Burgers.”

Tony nodded. “Noted. C’mon Peter, let’s go see who’s better at exploiting carnival games.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any K-pop/K-drama, Any, waiting for the lunch cart every day because of the person who delivers it

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

any, any three martini lunch

Mini fill: Buffyverse, Spike + Dawn

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“What is this?” Dawn asked.

Spike glanced at the three men beside him, all of them wearing expensive suits, all of them drunk off their rockers. “I call this...a three-martini lunch.”

“You’re in a lawyer bar. At midnight.”

“For me this is lunch time,” Spike said. “Also how did you get into this bar?”

Dawn rolled her eyes and sipped at her own drink. “I get that after several centuries all humans seem like teenagers to you but it is actually legal for me to be here. But seriously. Drunk lawyers?”

“It’s all consensual. Also I needed some legal advice.” Spike shrugged one shoulder.

One of the men smiled at him dreamily. “Has anyone ever told you that you look just like -”

“Billy Idol stoke his look from me.”

“I was gonna say Captain James Hart. From Torchwood,” the lawyer slurred.

Dawn said, “Captain Hart was cuter.”

The lawyer struggled to sit up. “Oh hey, another Torchwood fan. Torchwood got me through law school.”

Spike grabbed the man’s collar and shook him roughly, and he sank back, dizzy.

“What was that for?” Dawn asked.

“Shaken, not stirred, love,” Spike said, and leaned in for a drink.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (any), any, the replicators are on the fritz and only making Klingon lunch items

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, JT Tarmel, Malcolm Bright (and the others if you want), JT takes Malcolm to the rattiest (but tastiest) food truck he knows just to see what will happen

Fill -- Lunch at Pho Palace

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

They’ve just come from interviewing a possible suspect when JT gets a whiff of the familiar fragrance of pho, and follows it down the block to Pho Palace. They used to have a hole-in-the-wall storefront down the street from his apartment, but now he has to find them whenever he can on the streets.

“Lunch,” he says to Malcolm. “These guys are the best.”

Malcolm looks unconvinced. Sure, the truck is grimy from life in New York, but JT knows that what’s in huge kettle is just what he’s been craving. Maybe he should take some home for Tally. Meanwhile, he gets a big container and dives in greedily. Malcolm can take it or leave it, at least JT’s got the pungent goodness of the pho to fill and warm him.

To his startlement, Malcolm addresses Duc, the counterman in Vietnamese. Something that sounds like an actual conversation ensues. Then, Malcolm joins him with a smaller container.

“You speak Vietnamese?” JT asks in disbelief.

“A little, along with French, Spanish, Italian and some Portuguese.” One of those self-deprecating shrugs of his. “Growing up, the help didn’t always speak English.”

Even eating at Pho Palace, the silver spoon Malcolm Bright was born with is on display. JT doesn’t answer, just tries to savor his meal.

“Thanks,” Malcolm says as they head back toward the precinct. JT has soup for Tally and if it doesn’t appeal to her--a lot of things don’t, lately--he’ll be perfectly happy to consume it himself.

“That was great pho. I’ll have to leave them a good Yelp.” Malcolm smiles serenely. “I’m going to take Duc’s word for it that that was chicken.”

…

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

To Be Continued, any, study session disguised as a picnic lunch in the park (or vice versa)

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

DC, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, getting take out from Bat Burger

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, a hearty debate over the difference between brunch and lunch

Fill: DCEU, Justice League, gen

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Literally the only difference between brunch and lunch is the time,” Barry said. He checked his watch. “By the time we get in there it’ll be lunch time anyway.”

“You’re wrong,” Bruce said.

“How? The food is the same. The restaurant is the same. It’s just a time thing,” Barry insisted.

Diana considered. “Often the menu for brunch includes a combination of breakfast and lunch items.”

“Also usually it’s lighter than both breakfast and lunch,” Victor said.

Arthur crossed his arms over his chest. “Brunch is just early lunch. With toast.”

“But you concede the toast, which is a breakfast food,” Bruce said.

Arthur rolled his eyes.

“So if you eat too much at brunch, is it then converted into breakfast or lunch?” Barry asked.

“It’s still brunch,” Victor said. “You’re just a pig.”

“I need more food than the rest of you,” Barry protested.

“If brunch is defined by quantity of food, types of food, and the timing of the meal, how late or early can it be eaten before it becomes either breakfast or lunch?” Diana asked.

Bruce sighed and reached into his pocket for his wallet. He fished out a wad of bills and waved it over his head. “How much will it cost for us to get in there already? So it’s still brunch.”

Barry said, “Don’t forget the toast.”

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

MCU, Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers, Steve has a thing about always eating everything on his plate thanks to growing up during the Great Depression

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, any + or / any, spending the lunch break at a conference with their randomly assigned partner from the last workshop

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, any + or / any, learning to compromise when one likes to have lunch at 11am and the other usually eats at 1pm or so

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, any + or / any, "C'mon. My treat."

Fill: Gundam Wing, 4 + 2, post-canon

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“C’mon,” Duo said. “My treat. Lunch.”

Quatre hesitated, because he well knew Duo’s taste in food - fatty, greasy, fried, generally heavy in the stomach - but then he considered the fact that Duo had grown up food insecure, that this was probably one of the first times in his life he was able to treat someone else to a meal. So he smiled and said, “Yes.”

Only the place Duo took him - while hole-in-the-wall, like every establishment on L2 was - was actually a bakery. The dark-skinned woman behind the counter had a wide smile and bright eyes. She pinched Duo’s cheek and spoke to him in rapid-fire Spanish, and then she served up a series of delectable pastries: a rainbow of macarons, croissants stuffed with ham and cheese, Cuban meat pies, stuffed baguettes, and a couple of cafes con leche.

Duo took the cracked and chipped plastic tray laden with mouthwatering treats to a corner table - metal, three-legged, with mismatched three-legged stools - and sat down, so Quatre sat opposite him.

The first bite was bliss. Quatre moaned happily.

Duo grinned and dug into one of the demi baguettes himself. “I know, right?”

“This is definitely a treat,” Quatre said.

“It’s good to see you again,” Duo said.

“It won’t be the last time,” Quatre promised. “Next time, it’ll be my treat.”

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

The punisher, frank castle /Amy bendix,, let me take you out to lunch maybe I know I am staving