Wednesday: Snacks

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Good day, comrades. I’m sherlockian_syn and this week's themes are all related to food/different meal times. Today's theme is SNACKS! The great thing about snacks is that you can literally eat a snack whenever you damn well feel like it. What are your characters snacking on? Is it trashy or boujee? Simple or elaborate? As long as your prompt has something to do with the buying, making, or eating of snack foods, go wild.

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.
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If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

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, Evan Lorne +/ any, putting together a charcuterie/cheese board
+ Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, his guilty pleasure snack
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, burning the popcorn on movie night

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[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Where are you getting all these snacks from!?"

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, apple slices and peanut butter

FILL: IT, Richie/Eddie

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

"You are so weird," Richie said, as he leaned against the entryway to the kitchen where Eddie was currently cutting up an apple in only a pair of boxers that looked suspiciously like Richie's, a plate with a dollop of peanut butter on it sitting next to him.

Eddie paused to look over his shoulder at Richie. "I'm weird? Have you looked in the mirror lately, Richard?" He turned back to cutting his apple, placing the slices onto his plate. "I was hungry."

"Was I not enough of a snack for you?"

Eddie laughed. "What are you doing up anyways? I thought you wanted a nap?"

"You didn't come back to bed right away so I came to investigate," Richie answered, walking up behind Eddie and wrapping his arms around his waist, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. "I was hoping for some cuddles."

"If you let me have my snack, then I'll come back to bed and cuddle you all you want."

Richie reached out to grab a slice and dip it in peanut butter. "Remember when you used to believe that you were allergic to nuts?"

Eddie smacked at Richie's hand. "Hey! Get your own!"

Richie rolled his eyes and popped the apple slice into his mouth. "Come back to bed, Eds, and bring your snack."

"I'm not eating in the bedroom!" Eddie said, shaking Richie off of him and placing the knife in the sink. He glanced over at Richie, eyes roaming over his body. "The windows are open you know."

"So?"

Eddie grabbed his plate, heading towards the table. "Maybe I don't like other people looking."

"Jealous?"

"Never," Eddie said, popping an apple into his mouth. Richie came over and straddled Eddie's lap. "Richie, I'm trying to eat."

"And I'm trying to cuddle," Richie said, wrapping his arms around Eddie.

Eddie sighed. "You are absolutely ridiculous."

"But you love me anyways."

"Yeah, I do."

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Stephen Strange + Peter Parker, “How is a person like a snack? That’s not attraction, that’s cannibalism.”

Mini Fill: implied IronStrange

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

“How is a person like a snack? That’s not attraction, that’s cannibalism.”

Peter rolled his eyes. "Well, I don't mean it literally, Mister Strange. Have you never heard anybody say that before?"

Stephen gestured toward himself in his Sorcerer Supreme garb. "Do I look like I talk to many Gen Z individuals, kid? You're it. Sorry I misunderstand the parlance of your time."

Just then, Tony barged through the door and into the kitchen with several paper bags in hand.

"Hey sport. Hey other sport. Got some dim sum from down the block. Figured we could all use a little snack. And Peter needs to broaden his culinary horizons. I'll go grab some drinks."

He dumped the bags on the kitchen island in front of Stephen and Peter and left the room before either of them could respond. Peter noticed that Stephen's gaze followed every move Tony made, and he suddenly knew how to explain the whole looking like a snack reference.

"Let me put it this way, Mister Strange. Have you ever looked at Mister Stark and thought, 'wow, he looks good enough to eat'?"

Stephen's cheeks turned red and he looked at the floor. Mission accomplished.

"Point taken, Parker. I get it now. Also never say those words out loud ever again."

"Sure thing, Mister Strange."

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

To Be Continued, any, midnight snacks at the dorms

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ any, special citrus-free snacks for Rodney

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, any, stake-out snacks

Fill: Drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Where’s Lucas?” Jo asked. “We need to be leaving if I’m to drop you off in time.”

“It’s all right, he’ll be here soon,” Adam replied.

Adam hadn’t finished speaking before Lucas came round the corner and joined them in the car, hefting his backpack onto the seat beside him.

“Did you get everything you needed?” Adam asked.

“Yep. Crisps, jaffa cakes, mini cheddars, those mini cookies you like, two packets of jammy dodgers...”

“Of course,” Jo said. “You couldn’t go on a stake-out without half a shop full of snacks.”

“There has to be something to break the tedium.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Grace Williams + any, after school snacks

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ any, putting together a charcuterie/cheese board

Fill: Evan + Rodney + Radek + Miko

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Evan enjoyed having time in the kitchens after hours. There was only one Marine on duty to make sure the Mess stayed stocked with fresh coffee, sandwiches, and snacks, and most people coming through were on their way somewhere else, either patrols or back to the lab for a late night.

He’d always enjoyed cooking and baking, seeing that as another artistic expression like painting or sketching. There was art in a well-prepared and plated dish, a mixture of ingredients that offered specific tasting experiences. Evan didn’t get to indulge in culinary art as much as he would’ve liked.

At the moment he was putting together a charcuterie board.

The counters were covered in an array of ingredients, some Earth-based and others gathered from around the Pegasus galaxy. They’d all go on the large butcher block board, each item carefully arranged so that the whole board was both pleasing the eye but also subtly indicated possible combinations of flavors and textures.

Evan loosely rolled the thinly-sliced meats first. Mortadella, which he’d specially ordered and received on the last Daedalus supply run. A cured pork-like tenderloin from the pig-like animals farmed on the prickly bush planet. Salted and air-dried beef, which Evan had processed himself.

Next came a smoked sausage, from a group of monks on M22-9T7. It was both sharp and a little sweet, and Evan put a whole length of it on the board to be cut as desired with the included knife.

The small ramekin of brown jam was something Evan had learned to make from his grandmother. The spread was made from the duck-like fowl they’d found on the planet with the jumping snakes. Evan had slowly cooked the meat in fat until it was nice and tender, then shredded it and seasoned it until it turned into a savory spread. Pâté was more commonly used, but Evan didn’t approve of how the animals were treated in order to make it.

There were several different types of cheese, some firm, some soft, some mild, some strong. Evan was no cheesemaker – he’d never had an interest in learning when he was growing up on the commune – but one of the linguists was and so almost all the cheese they had was made in Atlantis with native ingredients. Evan sliced everything but the really soft cheese, which he left in a wedge.

Lightly toasted slivers of bread, crack-berry jam (named such by Colonel Sheppard, who’d developed an instant fondness for the sweet-tart-slightly spicy stuff), olives, Evan’s tava bean hummus, two varieties of mustard (one sweet, one spicy), a thick but light tormack paste, slices of non-citrus Pegasus fruits that were being grown in the Atlantis greenhouse, and a small ramekin of Corporal Jeong’s kimchi.

Once everything was on the board, Evan made some minor adjustments and sprinkled a little salt on the tormack. When he was pleased with the final product, he slipped a bottle of ruus wine and a bottle of sweet fizzy berry juice into a mesh bag, slung the bag over his shoulder, grabbed up the board, and headed for the nearest transporter.

“I thought you could use a snack,” he said when he walked into the lab.

Rodney looked up from his computer, focusing in on the charcuterie board with laser precision. Radek grinned.

“Major. What a lovely surprise.”

“What is that?” Rodney asked, getting out of his chair and coming in for a closer look.

“Charcuterie,” Miko said. She cleared a spot on the nearest flat surface and took the bag from Evan. “It’s beautiful, Major.”

“Everything on here is safe for you to eat, Dr. McKay,” Evan said.

Rodney looked pleased, going in for a piece of cheese. “Is this the stuff Dr. Whatsis made?”

“Dr. Wallace,” Radek corrected. “Major, will you stay to share this with us?”

Evan had nothing else pressing, so he stayed. He answered any questions they had about the items on the board and where they came from. No-one asked why he’d made them the fancy snack, but they were very grateful. Even Rodney.

“You, uh. You make these often?”

“Not too often. But any time you want one, I can put it together for you.”

“I may take you up on that,” Rodney said.

Evan certainly hoped he would.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, his guilty pleasure snack

Fill: Drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

If Greg Lestrade hadn’t been checking the pockets of Sherlock’s coat looking for his missing warrant card, he would probably never have known. As it was, he felt a packet of something in the pocket and, out of curiosity, had taken it out to look at. And discovered the great Sherlock Holmes had a passion for Iced Gems.

Greg didn’t say anything, although he suspected Sherlock knew he’d found out. But when he wanted Sherlock’s advice on a particularly complex question, he arrived at Baker Street carrying a packet of Unicorn Gems. The answer had been provided with surprising alacrity.

[Not sure if Iced Gems are universal: https://mcvities.co.uk/products/gems]

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, burning the popcorn on movie night

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

To Be Continued, any, a trip to 7-Eleven

Mini fill: OT6 Gen

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MJ cleared his throat. “Your mission, should you choose to accept it -”

“Hyung,” Sanha protested. “It’s just a trip to the 7-Eleven.”

“Your mission,” MJ repeated, glaring, “is to acquire appropriate quantities of snacks sufficient that we will be able to finish our homework and then do dance practice without needing further trips to the convenience store or vending machines. Jinjin, Eunwoo, and I have made assignments -”

Jinjin threw his hands up. “Leave me out of this.”

“Fine. Eunwoo and I have made assignments,” MJ continued.

Eunwoo distributed reusable shopping bags.

“Sanha and Rocky, you are in charge of beverages. We each need bottled water, but we each also need something flavored. No carbonation.” MJ handed them a sticky note.

He had surprisingly nice handwriting.

“I am an honor student.” MJ cast Sanha a look filled with aspersion.

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” Sanha said meekly.

MJ handed Bin a sticky note. “You, get sweet snacks.”

Bin accepted it, amused. “All right.”

MJ handed Jinjin a sticky note. “You, get savory snacks, the crunchy kind.”

Jinjin nodded.

“What about Eunwoo-hyung?” Rocky asked.

“He’s getting protein snacks,” MJ said.

Bin raised his eyebrows. “What are you getting?”

MJ smiled sweetly and held up his wallet. “I have the money.”

“Okay.” Jinjin pushed open the practice room door, and the six of them filed out.

A long night lay ahead of them, but it would be worth it. Especially with a big bag of MyChews.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any, trying snacks from other countries

Fill - Prodigal Son

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Title: Mistakes Forgiven

Summary: Malcolm only meant to bring snacks asking nothing in return but what he wants is to be forgiven..

Notes: This went a little sideways and a little angst got mixed into the fluff. Has spoilers for the season finale.


Find the story here here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23922031)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers +/ Any, the concept of snacking has changed since the 1940s

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any private detective, any, "Danger is the snack food of a true sleuth." (Mac Barnett)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Any, the first shipment of snacks once they reestablish contact with Earth

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any K-pop/K-drama, Any, intricately creating/decorating snacks that are almost too pretty to eat

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright, a pocket full of lollipops

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Any (NewWho) Doctor+Companion (or person along for the ride), stocking the TARDIS for snacks, because it's not like the Doctor actually MAKES FOOD let's be real....

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Stephen Strange+/Any or none, some really fancy ice cream flavor

Fill, Tony Stark & Stephen Strange & Maria Hill

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

"You want WHICH flavour ice cream?" Tony asked in disbelief.

"You heard me. Irish brown bread. I discovered it when I did a stint working in a hospital in Dublin and lecturing in Trinity College. I tried it as an experiment and... it is something of an acquired taste and let's just say I acquired the taste," Stephen replied.

"You're joshing me," Tony said, smirking, "there's no such flavour."

"Not, ah, joshing you. But I challenge you to acquire some without it melting, or losing flavour," Stephen grinned.

"Challenge? Accepted," said Tony.

"Without Googling it," Stephen added.

"Wouldn't dream of it, doc."

*-*

"Hill, I'm going insane. Strange is not serious that Irish brown bread is an actual ice cream flavour, right?"

Tony Stark was more than a little frantic.

"Have you asked FRIDAY? Isn't she Irish?"

"I'm splitting my sides not laughing, Hill. Can you Google it for me?"

"Oh, yes, please boss, let me Google that for you. No, I am not paid enough to frigging Google things for you," Maria glared. "You've created bigger, better search engines anyway. Why not use it your damn self?"

"Part of the challenge. No Google."

"Poor baby. Go find your Irish bread gelato."

*-*

"Here. Irish soda bread ice cream. I found it," Tony crowed, trying to sound triumphant as he dropped a tub on the table in front of Stephen.

"Mr Stark, you look terrible, have you slept at all?" Stephen's Inner Physician itched to offer the billionaire something to make him feel better.

"I caught forty winks on the flight back from Dublin," Tony said, trying for breezy and failing, sounding grumpy instead. "Do you know how many ice cream places there are in Dublin?"

"I'm sensing a lot?"

"A lot," Tony agreed. "Took me all day to find this place. Bought their whole supply of brown bread ice cream. There is an entire freezer filled with the stuff. You're welcome."

"You wanted to know my favourite flavour and you wanted a challenge," Stephen reminded Tony.

"Yeah. Next time just lie and say mint-choc-chip, please."

*-*

Yes it's a real flavour. And Yes it's delicious. (http://murphysicecream.ie/flavours)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Gil Arroyo, Malcolm Bright (and others if you wish) Gil takes Malcolm to a Filipino food truck that serves the street snack balut (no one actually has to eat it and if you're not sure what it is here you go be warned it's a hard boiled fertilized egg</A (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balut_(food))

Not a fill but

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

That's so disturbing but also fascinating at the same time... Food culture is awesome and crazy and I live for it!

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

any, any, someone makes something they call Scooby Snacks

Mini-Fill: MCU - Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

"My mom always made the best Scooby snacks." Sam grinned. A few crumbs still decorated the sides of his lips. "Though mine aren't half bad, if I do say so myself."

Bucky swallowed. He'd already eaten three of them in less than five minutes. He knew there was cinnamon and sugar in them, but he had yet to identify just what was inside that made him keep grabbing one after another. "I'd say they're pretty good. Can't say I'd feed them to my dog, though."

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Killjoys, Pree + any , Pree tries a new snack at the bar

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any F/F, eating out

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

DC, Harleen Quinzel & any, Harley's a master at making ice cream Sundays

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, quarantine snaccy snacks

Fill: Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

“Granola? That’s what you’re bringing to quarantine? No.”

Steve looked down at the big Ziploc bag in his hands. “What’s wrong with granola? I made it myself.”

“And I applaud your skills at making squirrel food, but that’s not the kind of snack you need at a time like this.”

The only good thing about the worldwide pandemic was that crime rates had dropped to almost nothing in Oahu. No-one had been murdered in weeks. Criminal masterminds were maybe sitting at home making big plans, but they weren’t executing them. The task force was on stand down.

Danny was less worried about one of them catching the virus than he was about Steve getting so bored he did something stupid and inadvisable.

“I suppose you’d rather live on malasadas?”

Danny gestured out at the groceries on the lanai, which were waiting for the next stage of disinfecting.

“What you need is a good balance between sweet and salty, and different textures. Pretzels and chips, cookies and cake, ice cream and fried dough.”

“Fried dough?” Steve asked dubiously. “You want me to gain fifty pounds?”

Danny snorted. “Please. We both know you’ll still be up at the crack of dawn trying to swim to Japan. But if we’re gonna be stuck in one place for any length of time, I need a good variety of snacks. It’s a survival thing.”

“Did you get anything even remotely healthy for me?”

Was he really doubting Danny’s ability to do proper grocery shopping? After all these years? He’d gotten plenty of bunny food and veggie chips and other things that didn’t have enough fat in them.

“Never mind,” Steve said hastily. “I’m sure you did. Stop glowering.”

“Listen, babe. You can cook me all the healthy meals you want. Leave the snacks to me.”

Steve got up in Danny’s personal space and wrapped his long monkey arms around Danny’s shoulders.

“The only snack I need is you.”

That was a patently ridiculous thing to say, but Danny was suddenly reminded of all the free time they’d have to get naked together. When Steve kissed him, hot and dirty, Danny’s only thought was he was glad he’d gotten so many sugary snacks.

He was going to need to keep his energy levels up.