Wednesday: Toppings

[cascadewaters.livejournal.com]

Mornin', y'all, it's Wednesday, and I hereby declare this open season on 'Toppings.'

As always, please remember--only three posts per fandom, and five posts per day, unless/until one of yours is answered, in which case you may feel free to post another.

Also, no spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after airing; if your comment fic contains spoilers, please put a warning at the top and leave several spaces so that those of us who don't like being spoiled can safely pass.

And remember, our codemonkeys work hard for us, so please make their job as painless as possible--post your prompts in the correct format:


NCIS, team (gen), Tony knew what everyone liked on his or her pizza... everyone except for Palmer

SG1, Cam, well if that ain't just the icing on the cake

Warehouse 13/Primeval, both teams, so what did it mean if you smelled gummi bears?

I Am Number Four, Henri, how many candles

Dark Angel/Supernatural, Max/Logan + Alec + Sam, humble pie and no whipped cream


Y'all get ta garnishin' now!


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[race-the-ace.livejournal.com]

SGA/SG1, Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard, How many toppings does it take to get John to be the perfect bottom?

[ruuger]

The Mentalist, Jane & Cho, Revenge by pineapple

Cherries, PG, Anna/Y!Mary

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

The scent of cherries is what alerts Mary to Anna's presence. It floats on the breeze, tangling in her hair. Mary turns around and there is Anna, red hair fluttering in the wind.

Mary just looks at the Angel for a moment before Anna shifts slightly and says "You called for me?"

"I just wanted to see you." Mary admits, eyes dropping to the ground before looking back up at the Angel.

Anna takes a step closer and the smell of cherries gets stronger. Mary inhales deeply, taking the scent as deep into her lungs as possible. "Why?" Anna tilts her head at the human's actions.

"Because you smell like cherries." Mary blurts out, a blush coloring her cheeks as soon as the words are out of her mouth.

Anna laughs quietly, reaching out and tucking a strand of Mary's hair behind her ear. "Do I now?" Then they're kissing and Anna tastes like cherries too and oh, this is so good that Mary just melts into Anna's arms, cherries surrounding them.

[sheryden.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, In the middle of making a chocolate sundae out of Chris, Steve realizes he's out of cherries.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker/Eliot, Parker uses lilac scented shampoo because she knows it's Eliot's favorite scent.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Tesla, He prefers a wine-based sauce, of course, whenever he can get it.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13, Pete/Myka & Claudia (gen), Claudia and Pete gang up to make Myka the perfect birthday cake. The only problem is, they don't know what kind of icing she prefers.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Parrish/Lorne, They have to crown one another with alien daisies as part of a "let's be trading partners!" ceremony.

Also Perfect

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Evan watches as David’s long fingers dexterously thread the long stems of the Daisies through each other, the tips of his fingers are stained brown from the sap that the flowers are leaking all over the place and the tip of his tongue is sticking out of his mouth as he concentrates.

David has produced a perfect circle of flowers, tightly bound together, all the heads facing the same way. Evan looks at his own creation, the stems are bent and more than one flower has missing petals, and the cut on his thumb from the penknife he used to cut the plants is stinging from their sap. His daisy crown makes a limp and sad looking loop and he just wants to fling it away, but he can’t. It’s probably the least offensive thing they’ve been asked to do before becoming trading partners.

A small bell rings out to signal their time is up. They stand, holding their daisy chains. David raises his arms and carefully places his crown of daises on Evans head; it sits perfectly centred and for a moment Evan feels almost regal.

“Perfect.” David mutters.

Evan lifts one hand and drops his crown on David’s head.

It’s wonky and a flower drops off as he does so, he brushes a lock of David’s too long hair behind his ear and offers up a shy little smile.

“Also perfect” David says with a grin.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Jello is not a topping! I refuse to believe otherwise!"

Fill! Michael/Adam crackish. PG.

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

Adam stares at Michael's food – wait it's his food too, since Michael and he are still sharing a body, so maybe their food would be more appropriate – disgust pooling in his, their? stomach.

“Oh no. No way man,”

“Why, it seems appetising enough.”

“You're joking.”

“No, Adam, I'm not. Why, is something the matter?”

“I gotta agree with Adam, Michael. That looks kind of disgusting.”

“See, even Sam thinks it does. And he's the smart one. Listen to him, man.”

“I did not ask for Sam's advice or opinion.”

“Seriously man, you have to be joking.”

“Adam.”

Adam rubs his, their?, oh whatever, temples.

The thing with Michael humanising, thanks to his decision not to go back to Heaven once he's out of the cage, is well, he's humanising. This, in itself is not bad, but Adam is learning that angels make for really quirky humans. Quirky being the understatement of the century, of course, and Michael as a human is fucking downright eccentric.

It's the kind of eccentric, that likes opera music. Seriously, fucking opera music of all things. (And Adam thought nothing could get more embarrassing than his guilty love for ABBA. But, serious-fucking-ly opera music.)

And then there's the guy's choice in clothing. Michael's sense of clothing could only be described as “flashy campy hipster street boy”. (No he does not care what Gabriel says, bright orange and blue are only appropriate if you're a blonde ninja from a crappy kids comic. Neither Michael or Adam fit those parameters.)

(Gabriel and Castiel are the worst angels to give other cluless angels humanity lessons. Why the fuck does Michael even think listening to them, is a good idea? He's pretty sure they're giving him bad advice on purpose.)

But no, Adam thinks, Michael's taste buds take the proverbial cake. Michael's taste in food in downright strange. And it's not the so out of the left field that it comes around right and straight back to normal eccentric. No, it's the out of the left field strange that simply breaks the barrier and kept going and got lost in a black hole somewhere.

Adam cannot wait until Michael finally gets his own body. Really he loves the angel (er, archangel, former archangel, whatever) – you can't after spending north of a century with him – but still, the guy is too weird to share a body with.

“That's wrong. That is so wrong. It's so wrong, that right has to be cowering incoherently in another galaxy.”

“Adam, you still haven't told me what is wrong with our lunch.”

Adam thinks, seriously, seriously, you need to ask?, as he stares at the dish in front of him. He can feel Michael's annoyance and confusion.

“Jello.” Adam explains, ignoring Dean's howling laughter from the other room. Of course that asshole would find this funny. Of course he would. Adam is going to kick his balls in later. “Michael you've topped the extra cheese barbecue chicken pizza, with jello.” Adam feels queasy just thinking about that going into his, their – oh fuck pronouns – stomach.

“I still fail to see what's so horrible about it.”

“Jello is not a pizza topping, man.”

“It tastes good, I assure you.”

“You don't get it. Jello is not a topping! I refuse to believe otherwise! We are not eating that! Not in a million years.”

“Adam.”

“Oh fuck it. Fine. If I get sick, I will make you're life miserable for eternity.” Michael seriously needs to get his own body already. Love or not, Adam isn't sure how long he can stand this type of abuse.

[lmx-v3point3.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/El/Nea, topping from the (very) bottom

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Any, any, the icing on the cake

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Gossip Girl, Chuck/Dan or Nate, Chuck let's him top for the first time and is the toppiest bottom imaginable

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/any, who'd have thought Chuck would be such a natural top

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Parrish always puts marmalade on his toast for breakfast.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Want some coffee with that cream?"

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Any, any, with a cherry on top

[fairady.livejournal.com]

Tron, Alan/Tron, surprisingly they each like different things on top of their popcorn.

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel/Cameron, he mostly just wishes they'd stop arguing over who gets to top first

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, the many uses of whipped cream

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, everything's better a la mode.

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, team, an alien artefact makes the team's coffee and/or pizza preferences change. Ianto is not amused.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, Sometimes people are layered like that. There's something totally different underneath than what's on the surface.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Avatar, Jake/Neytiri, he tries to explain that life on Earth is mostly about coming out on top

[afullmargin.livejournal.com]

Big Bang Theory, any/any, Between the two of us we have a combined IQ over 250 - I think we can manage making ice cream sundaes.

[afullmargin.livejournal.com]

Hot Fuzz, Nicholas/Danny, making/ordering pizza