Tuesday: Food & Drink

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

And here we are, Tuesday. Today's theme is Food & Drink - cooking, going out for a meal, playing with their food... anything to do with food and drink

While we want to have fun we have to remember the rules
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces

To make it easier on our code monkies remember the following format:
fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt

Here a Few Examples:
Leverage, Eliot + Hardison, ordering pizza
Lost Girl, Bo, playing with your food
Criminal Minds/Supernatural, any, another cheap diner

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[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot + Hardison, ordering pizza

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Lost Girl, Bo, playing with your food

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds/Supernatural, any, another cheap diner

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Steve Carlson/Riley Smith, cooking lessons

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Ruby, the first time he drank her blood

FILL: All You Had To Do Was Ask (Sam/Ruby; PG13)

[agirlnamedtruth.livejournal.com]

She’s been asking him, pushing him for so long, he finally snaps.

He pins her down; somehow getting a thrill from the fact she stays down despite her demon strength, so that this can be on his terms. He pushes up her top and draws the knife across her abdomen. She breathes in, tightening the muscle reflexively and red rushes to the surface. He laps up the blood, blocking out any thought about what he’s doing.

"All you had to do was ask." Ruby says, smiling, stroking his hair, encouraging him. It’s the first step on a very long road.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Finch + Reese, Reese brings the donuts

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[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Any, Any +/ Any, Jambalaya and Pineapple Upside-Down Cake.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Justified, any, homemade cornbread

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[winterjameson.livejournal.com]

Phineas and Ferb, Linda/Lawrence, an evening out at a fancy restaurant without the kids

Romantic Dinner Out

[ickaimp.livejournal.com]

Their feet slow as they approach the restaurant. Lawrence had placed the reservations two weeks ago, hoping to get a spot sometime next month, but they had been lucky and a table opened earlier than expected. Linda was dressed in one of her best formal dresses, a rich blue silk number that hugged her curves in all the right places if she did say so herself, and Lawrence was looking quite dapper in his vintage tailcoat and top hat.

It made her feel like something out of one of the old romantic musicals as they approached, their arms intertwined. As if any moment now, a string quartet was going to suddenly start playing, everyone bursting into unrehearsed but perfect choreography.

"Look up at the moon, darling." Lawrence murmured in her ear, pointing up at the night sky. The moon hung just above the rooftops, glowing like an imperfect pearl, a few days short of the full moon.

She smiled as they stopped, looking at the natural beauty of the night sky. It was one of the things she loved best about her husband, the enjoyment of the little things. "It's lovely."

"When was the last time we just stopped and stared at the sky?" He mused, staring at the sky in pleased wonder.

Linda looked at Lawrence, illuminated by the golden glow of the street lamps and the silver light of the moon, then down at the fancy restaurant. She could see the glitter and reflections of light off the crystal and the shiny polish of the china and genuine silverware, then back at her husband.

"I believe there's a park just around the corner that would be the perfect place to look at the sky." She commented, tugging gently on his arm.

"Oh." He glanced down at her, then at the restaurant. "But..."

"We can always come back." She smiled. Fancy restaurants would always be around. Perfect balmy star-filled nights to enjoy with her husband were rare.

Lawrence looked at her for a moment as if she was a extraordinary, precious thing before a smile lit up his face. "Just a moment." He murmured, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his mobile phone, his eyes never leaving her face. "Ah, yes. Lawrence Fletcher. Calling to cancel our reservations. Yes. A better offer came up."

With that, he hung up the phone, put it in his pocket and beamed at her. "How do you feel about hot dog vendors?" He inquired, twining their fingers together.

"I think I could be convinced into a corn dog or two." She smirked as they walked to the park. Dinner and dancing under the moon. It sounded like the perfect romantic date night with her fabulous husband to her.

And if she remembered correctly, they had a nice swing set there too, easily capable of holding a couple of giggling adults.

It'd been a while since they'd seen who could swing higher than the other.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Lost Girl, Vex +/ Kenzi, Midnight snack

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, any, Sometimes, red food is too much of a reminder of what they do.

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Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

He hadn't really thought about it when he packed the meal this morning. It was just a fruit to go along with the carrots and sandwich he'd made as part of his usual (read: not on a case) lunch.

Now as he stares at it all he can see is the color.

Red like a fresh pool of blood. Like the blood that poured out of Amy Emerson's throat when they arrived a few seconds too late on their last case.

Derrick sets the apple down, pushing it to the farthest corner of his desk. He eats the rest of his lunch easily enough but even the thought of eating that apple makes him feel queasy.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel, craving something sweet

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[winterjameson.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Sam/Daniel, grocery shopping after having been off-world for a couple weeks

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-O, Max, Comfort food

[winterjameson.livejournal.com]

Real Ghostbusters, the boys, forgetting whose turn it is to cook

[mithrel.livejournal.com]

Winston wandered into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?”

Egon looked up from the table, where he was experimenting with something Winston hoped wasn’t meant to be eaten. “I believe it was Peter’s turn to take care of it.”

“Where is Peter, anyway?”

Egon shrugged and went back to his experiment.

Winston checked Peter’s office, but he wasn’t there. “Hey, Janine, you seen Peter?”

She snapped her gum. “Not for a couple of hours.”

He headed to the garage, on the off-chance that he was hanging around down there, but only found Ray and Slimer working on Ecto.

“Oh, hey Winston,” Ray said, rolling out from underneath the car. “What’s going on?”

“I’m looking for Peter. It’s his turn for dinner. You seen him?”

Ray shook his head. Slimer waved his arms, pointed up, then floated lying down making loud snoring sounds.

Winston rolled his eyes. “Figures.”

Ray and Slimer followed him back into the firehouse. On the way upstairs they picked up Egon.

Sure enough, Peter was in the bunkroom, fast asleep. He must have felt their death glares, because after a moment his eyes opened. “Uh…hi guys? Where’s the fire?”

Egon snorted, then said simply, “Dinner.”

Peter jumped up from his bed. “Great, I’m starved!”

“It’s your turn to make dinner, Peter,” Egon clarified.

“Uh…what? No it isn’t, it’s Ray’s turn.”

“I did it yesterday.”

“Winston?” he said weakly.

“Sunday. Check the list if you don’t believe me.”

Grumbling, Peter made his way down to the kitchen, and the schedule Egon had instituted after Peter ducked his responsibilities one too many times.

Under “Tuesday, Dinner:” the name “PETER” was scribbled in purple pen on the paper stuck to the refrigerator.

“OK, OK, I’ll make dinner.” Peter opened the fridge to find a fuzzy tomato, half a carton of orange juice and the mayonnaise.

“There’s nothing here.”

Egon sighed. “That’s because it was your turn to go shopping this week.”

Peter chuckled feebly. “So, Chinese?”

Before anyone could answer there was a loud burbling “MMM, Jinee!” and Slimer soared into the room, covering Peter in ectoplasm.

“SLIMER!” he roared.

The ghost took one look at his face and shot through the ceiling, but Winston thought it served him right.

[goreplz.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Amy + Eleven, sunday dinner

And now for a prompt which I'm sure has never been made before

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, pie

Re: And now for a prompt which I'm sure has never been made before

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

I dunno, that's kind of obscure!

;-)

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[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Sons of Anarchy, Gemma, the "special ingredient" in her chili

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No fill but...

[jadaryl.livejournal.com]

*shudders* For some reason, I read this and my mind wants to turn Gemma into some version of Mrs. Lovett... What's wrong with me?! *gags*

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Tsuzuki, getting kicked out of an all-you-can-eat buffet because of Tsuzuki's bottomless stomach.

[mandatorily.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock/John, Sherlock eating off John's plate.

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Whenever they go out to eat, wether on a case or as a matter of course, John always makes sure to order more than he can eat.

He does this because Sherlock has a bad habit of not ordering anything, then stealing food off of John's plate.

John's not sure if Sherlock is actually concious of what he's doing, especially when they're on a case. It's like his body is on auto-pilot while his brain works, greedily filling up on nutrients it may not have a chance to grab later.

So John orders double and subtly shifts Sherlock's favorites closer to him. Anything to keep him fed.

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any angel or demon, tasting things is a gateway sin.

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock+/John, Sherlock sometimes forgets to eat

How to Train Your Sherlock (aka, more lighthearted than you may have wanted)

[anidawehi.livejournal.com]

John tried very nearly everything he could think of to get Sherlock Holmes to eat properly before he finally hit upon the answer that, like Sherlock's deductions, seemed obvious once he looked back on it. The problem was that when Sherlock wasn't refusing to eat because of a case, or gorging himself after one, he completely forgot about the necessity.

John tried reminding him in person, through texts and phone calls (Which did exactly *no* good, since Sherlock refused to answer), setting an alarm, and on one memorable occasion got Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, and Molly to stop by the flat to prod him toward the kitchen. Nothing at all was accomplished by any of it aside from making Mrs. Hudson fret, making Lestrade threaten to cut Sherlock off of cases, making Molly cry, driving up John's mobile bill, and destroying a perfectly good alarm clock. In fact John had the sneaking suspicion that Sherlock was actually eating *less* than he would have otherwise. Finally, in frustration, he resorted to tactics he'd used training his dog when he was a boy.

Setting down a plate with a sandwich and some crisps on it next to Sherlock's elbow John said firmly, "Eat your lunch Sherlock."

Full lip poking out a bit further, Sherlock settled firmly into the couch and pointedly ignored the plate and John both. Well two could play at that game and John returned the favor with more glee than was probably appropriate. For the next six hours John flatly refused to acknowledge that Sherlock existed except to give a pointed look at the sandwich every now and again.

If there was one thing Sherlock Holmes couldn't abide, it was being ignored by John Watson and finally, after ranting about how utterly childish John was being, he ate the sandwich. Relaxing in relief, because ignoring Sherlock was somehow more work than managing his tempers, John reverted to his usual behavior and rewarded Sherlock with a bright smile.

It took a week or so of this before Sherlock finally gave in, but John counted it worth every second when he came home from the surgery one day to find that Sherlock had heeded his text and actually eaten the left over spaghetti John had left for him.

The plate was discarded upside down on the sitting room rug while the fork was sticking out of the mail on the mantle, but John was well versed in taking the victories where he could.

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Morgana, surviving whilst on the run

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Harry Potter, Ron, Ron discovers Chinatown in London

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Hunger Games, any, "I never knew food existed in such quantity or variety."

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