Tuesday: Breakfast
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Today's theme is breakfast.
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with_rainfall, your host for the week.Today's theme is breakfast.
Rules:
No spoilers in a prompt.
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your fic has spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
SPN, any angel(s), the usual arguments over breakfast
Big Bang Theory, Penny/Leonard, working the breakfast shift
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tag=breakfast
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Date: 2012-05-01 12:53 pm (UTC)Balm for the Soul
Date: 2012-05-01 05:32 pm (UTC)In part, he thinks, because it's not always Tony's usual 'absent-minded genius' thing. Which is not to say Tony doesn't, say, put some in the toaster and then have a thought, and promptly forget about the thing. That wouldn't be at all bad, because the thing with toasters? Or at least, with Tony's toasters? You can programme them. They pop. You don't have to actually watch them. Which means that the products of Tony's absent-minded professor routine aren't charred carbon, they're stone cold instead, at least by the time he notices them. (And providing he hasn't absently knocked the dial from 'lightly done' to 'carbonised').
If you wanted Tony to burn the toast ... Well. For that you needed a Tony who'd already tried the toaster route, and wanted to reheat the toast, or a Tony who had decided that toasters were for lesser mortals anyway. A Tony who'd spent his life getting what he wanted by the shortest possible route, who wanted something hot, and at the same, a Tony who'd spent most of his waking life living in a workshop and working with metals, and who's best friend was, consequently, an acetelyne torch.
There are times Bruce wonders if Tony realises there's a reason Dummy is always so trigger-happy with the fire-extinguisher. Or that there is a reason Bruce always tries to be present for breakfast, and that is, because it's the funniest time of the day, and there are days Bruce needs that like he needs air, and science, and an exact knowledge of where all the fire blankets are chez Stark. Days when the world is closing in on him, and the monster under his skin is riding close, and he just ... wants something small, and simple, and real, like a dripping Tony Stark holding a blackened, sodden lump of ex-toast, and glaring at Dummy for all he's worth.
There are times when Tony Stark is good for the soul, is what he's saying. Often, the same times you need to have a fire-extinguisher handy, but ... Well. As Tony would say, that's all part of his charm.
Bruce isn't ever going to admit it, but ... there are times he kind of agrees.
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Date: 2012-05-01 11:49 pm (UTC)And Steve practically chokes, his brain stuttering over an image of Danny spread out naked on his sheets, happy and relaxed and golden in the morning light.
He's not sure if he thinks it or if he begs Danny in a whisper: come to bed with me....
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Date: 2012-05-01 01:01 pm (UTC)Micro-Mini-fill
Date: 2012-05-01 08:31 pm (UTC)She looks over her shoulder, taking her eyes off the sizzling pan and winks at Sam.
"Only if it's sexist to say you look even better nude!"
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Date: 2012-05-01 02:51 pm (UTC)Things had come to a head in Caracas, when he’d known, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Illya was dead.
He’d endured twelve hours of feeling like someone was trying to scrape out his chest with a dull coffee spoon before Illya had limped in to their hotel room, covered in grime and smelling like year old fish, the consequence of exiting an exploding building by way of a sewer pipe.
Illya hadn’t made it to the shower. Tackled to the carpet, Illya had stared up at him, a small smirk forming. He’d kissed that smirk right off Illya’s face before giving him head, both for the first time.
He’d woken up alone on the carpet, taken a shower and dressed and then tracked Illya to the hotel restaurant where he was eating a substantial breakfast. He’d been disappointed, but not surprised, by Illya’s apparent amnesia regarding any event beyond the completion of the previous day’s mission.
He’d made his move, even confessed his feelings in halting whispers in the sanctuary the dark hotel room had provided, his fervent hope that he wasn’t alone in this. He had nothing to regret, no ‘what if...?’ left to torture him. He excused himself to go and call Waverly from their hotel room.
He’d just put away the communicator when Illya walked in to their room.
“I am hungry, Napoleon.”
“But you just...” his words faded as Illya wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and tripped him up, controlling their fall to the carpet.
“Now where were we? Ah, yes.” Illya bent down and kissed him before sitting back up to work on Napoleon’s tie and shirt buttons. “You are an idiot, Napoleon, we are partners and you are never alone in anything.”
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:09 pm (UTC)Fill (The Hangover, Phil/Alan)
Date: 2012-05-01 06:16 pm (UTC)"Come on, eat" Phil finally said, putting the paper down. "We'll be late."
"I don't like it."
"What?" Phil frowned. "You ate that thing all the time."
"It's not how my mother made it."
Phil stared blankly at him. Alan did not even blink; his statement was truly serious.
"It's just a bowl of Froot Loops" snapped Phil.
"It's not as good" replied Alan seriously. "My mother made it with Lucky Charms. It was awesome."
There was a pause as Phil processed his words. He knew living with Alan would be difficult, since it was the first time in his life Alan was living away from his parents, the first time he didn't have his momo and dad to satisfy his every need. He had to be independant now... which seemed quite unlikely after this situation.
"Hey Phil, do we have waffles?" asked Alan.
"No, we have cereal."
"I see" a pause. "Hey, can we get waffles?"
"Just eat your damn breakfast, Alan."
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:10 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED!
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:11 pm (UTC)Fill - Heroes, Peter/Sylar, Sunny Side (pg)
Date: 2012-05-01 07:36 pm (UTC)Peter smiled, but the man formely known as Sylar (some people still called him that but Peter prefered Gabriel) only grunted something that could be interpreted as ’shut up’.
“I tried to wake you”, Peter said, “but you wouldn’t move.”
Peter’s lover (dressed only in his underwear) still refused to speak coherently and Peter shrugged and turned back to his breakfast plate. Gabriel was always in a bad mood in the mornings and Peter had learned not to take it personally.
Peter had already eaten egg and bacon and was now eating a bowl with milk and cereals. He learned to eat a steady breakfast when he was little and that was one of the childhood habits he had kept (during times when circumstances allowed) during the years.
“You and your disgusting sugary stuff”, Gabriel snorted. He despised Peter’s favorite cereals with a passion.
“I can make you some eggs”, Peter offered. “I would have saved you some, but I didn’t know when you were planning on getting up, and they would be cold by now anyway.”
Gabriel shivered at the thought of cold fried eggs.
“Thanks”, he said. “I’d love some eggs… but remember, if you make my eggs sunny side up I will destroy you.”
Peter didn’t reply to the comment; he had heard it before, and although he didn’t really think Gabriel would kill him, he saw no reason to force him to eat something he didn’t like.
As he cracked the eggs into the frying pan he wondered what was so terrible with ‘the sunny side’. It was not about a general dislike of sunshine, he knew that much. It must have something to do with the yolk, he thought. If an egg was fried with the sunny side up, then the yolk was still running; if you put your fork in it, the yellow spread over the plate…
Although an egg yolk is yellow, Peter supposed that there was something about it that reminded the man formerly known as Sylar about things he had done in the past; things he could never undo or repay, or forget…
Well, Peter thought, the least I can do is to let him eat his breakfast in peace and let an egg be an egg.
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:52 pm (UTC)Glee, Finn + Kurt/Blaine, Kurt had a very bad night so Finn and Blaine try to make him breakfast
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:53 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, one of the best reasons to go out to dinner is leftovers for breakfast
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:54 pm (UTC)Small temptations
Date: 2012-05-01 04:26 pm (UTC)Not many people knew this, but Aziraphale was actually a secret traitor.
Well, of course, following the almost-Apocalypse, lots of people knew that Aziraphale was a secret traitor, or at least harbouring some traitorous alliances. But he wasn't talking about that. He wasn't talking about Heaven, Hell, any of that sort of thing. He was talking about the important things.
Like a decent cup of tea.
Now, a lot of people will tell you that there is, of course, a certain way to brew a proper cup of tea. None of that pre-packaged, market teabag stuff. That much was certain. Now, various people argued for different things beyond that: different blends, loose leaf versus those little metal ball thingies, milk before water or vice versa, and so forth. But most of them agreed that a proper cup of tea did not come out of a plastic-wrapped cardboard box, in a little triangular net that you plopped in the bottom of the mug (a mug, for Someone's sake! *shudders*). No proper tea drinker would have anything to do with that sort of thing.
And certainly not, horror of horrors, anything to do with a mug of coffee. And instant coffee, at that. Especially with a demon hovering over his shoulder, gleefully pointing out that one of the premier advantages of said beverage was that it was 'quick and dirty, and full of instant gratification'. Oh, good gracious, no.
But ... well, like many things that Crowley gleefully espoused, and Aziraphale vehemently denied, there were moment when ... Well. You know what they say about temptation, yes? And Crowley, bless him, was the very soul of temptation. Not because of any grand seductive gestures, but because he made it all seem so small. So trivial. And so very, very easy.
The upshot being that, while Aziraphale was always very quick to debate the proper way of doing things, always willing to stand behind the patience required to brew (among other things), the perfect cup of tea ... There were times when the lure of something quick, and dark, and rich, and eager ... was too much to be denied, really.
Not many people knew Aziraphale was a secret traitor. Or, well, perhaps they did, now. One thing, perhaps, was much like the other. The big things, and the small. On Earth, as in Heaven. But even so. There was one thought with which he comforted himself. That some things, no matter how instant and fleeting their gratification appeared to be, no matter how quick and dirty and dark they seemed ... could also be, with care, the most lasting of all pleasures.
Raising the mug to his lips, he met golden eyes, rich and dark and eager, and softly smiled.
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:54 pm (UTC)Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Xander/Spike, letting Spike have a little blood in the morning
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:55 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt/Blaine, Kurt never eats breakfast during his first year in New York
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:58 pm (UTC)The Avengers movieverse (no spoilers, please!), Coulson/Clint, the first time Coulson ever made him breakfast was after extracting him from [redacted] in [redacted] and Clint didn't believe it was real
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