Today's Theme.....Favorite Food

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Hello one and all! I'm sharpiesgal and today is my last day of hosting. So, I decided to give you all the best theme of all, or at least in my humble opinion.

Today's theme is favorite food.

As per usual there are a few Rules we all need to abide by:

No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
If your prompt is filled you may post another prompt.
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

And just to get the ball rolling, some starter prompts:

Person of Interest, Reese+Finch, Eggs Benedict

CSI: Miami/Enterprise, Horatio/Trip, peach cobbler

CSI: Miami/Hawaii 5-0, Horatio/Steve/Danny, Peppermint patties

Comments

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Reese+Finch, Eggs Benedict

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

CSI: Miami/Enterprise, Horatio/Trip, peach cobbler

Favourite Things

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Trip walked into the kitchen and smiled when he saw Horatio wearing nothing but shorts and an apron. "That's a good look for you," he said as he wrapped his arms around his lover and peeked over his shoulder to see what he was making. "You're making cobbler?"

Horatio shook his head and turned in Trip's embrace. "It was supposed to be a surprise," he said as he reached back to grab a damp cloth and wipe the grease off Trip's face.

"What did I do to warrant you making me peach cobbler?"

"I could cite any number of things, but I just wanted to do something nice for you."

"Love you too," Trip said as he keened closer and gave Horatio a kiss.

"Not that I don't love you but you reek of diesel. Go take a shower."

"Guess the honeymoon's over?" Trip said as he gave Horatio one more kiss and pulled back.

Horatio turned and pointed at the cobbler, "Evidence to the contrary. Now go."

"Join me?"

"Go."

"Spoilsport."

"Do you want cobbler?"

Trip rubbed his chin a moment, obviously thinking about his choices. "That's a hard one. You, in the shower hard, or peach cobbler?"

"Get out," Horatio said with a laugh throwing the towel at Trip as the blonde back away. 'We can go swimming later."

"I like the sound of that. My favourite food and my favourite red head."

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

CSI: Miami/Hawaii 5-0, Horatio/Steve/Danny, Peppermint patties

Peppermint Patties?

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

With the storm brewing off shore the temperature dropped. Danny knew when he'd been in Hawaii long enough to be acclimated to the weather so he was no cold and it was only sixty degrees. Since having a fire on the beach was out due to the wind, they decided to make a picnic in Steve's living room floor. Horatio and Steve had move furniture and gathered all the blankets and pillows to make a pile on the floor while Danny and Grace mixed up something special in the kitchen.

"Are you ready out there?"

"We are."

Danny walked out carrying a try with steaming mugs while Grace trailed behind with a second tray filled with goodies.


"What's this?" Steve asked.

"You can't have a movie fest picnic without popcorn and snacks," Grace replied setting her tray down on the floor in the middle of the ring of pillows.

"And what do you have?" Horatio asked Danny who was more careful then his daughter about where he was setting his tray.

"Peppermint patties."

"Hate to tell you this Jersey but Peppermint patties don't come in a mug."

"Yes they do," Danny said handing Horatio a mug and watching while he took a sip. "Hot Chocolate and a liberal amount of peppermint schnapps," he said when he saw Horatio's surprised smile.

Steve took his mug and tasted the concoction with a smile. "First tell me Grace's mug is a virgin, and second, you and your peppermint patties."

"Of course it is and I'm not the only one," he replied tossing a silver wrapped candy to both men before all four of them settled down to watch movies.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward+/Winry+Alphonse, Stew and apple pie

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

In Plain Sight, Mary+Marshall, her favorite food was generally whatever he was eating

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

Star Trek Voyager, Janeway, coffee

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Helen +/or The Five, fresh brewed pot of tea

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Toad-in-the-hole.

[radondoran.livejournal.com]

Phineas and Ferb, Dr. Doofenshmirtz, almond brittle

[foxstarreh.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Spike/Buffy, blooming onions as peace offerings

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Avengers, Clint/Tony, pizza

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

"I'm hungry," Clint declared running his fingers in circles around Tony's chest.

"So let's order take out," Tony stated as he reached over and pulled the selection of take out menu from his bed side table and dropped them on Clint's bare chest.

"Do I want to know why you have take-out menus next to the bed?"

"Because I get hungry."

"And you are too lazy to get up like a normal person?"

"Since when has anyone ever considered me normal?"

"Point taken," Clint replied looking through the menus before pulling one out and waving it in front of Tony's face.

"Pizza? Really?"

"Yes. Normal people eat Pizza and it's the perfect after sex food."

"JARVIS, order us a pizza," Tony said into thin air then looked at Clint, "What do you want on it?"

"Ham and pineapple."

"Really?" Tony asked again and seeing the look on Clint's face decided to go with it. "Add a small white pepper pizza to that as wel."

"Very well sir," the voice replied.

"So pizza is good after sex?" Tony asked rolling Clint onto his back and kissing him.

"You wanting to test that out?"

"Definitely."

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Proof of Life, Terry/Dino, Vegemite sandwich

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Avengers, Loki, on Midgard he loves a specific kind of food: the one without flavor additives

[taywen.livejournal.com]

Naruto, Itachi +/ Kisame, Itachi has a sweet tooth, but he tries not to show it. Kisame knows, though.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, a bath tube filled with beer

Fill - "Tears in my Beer"; fandom - Strangers in Paradise

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The fumes were almost enough to intoxicate him. David paused, trying to breathe shallowly, and called, “Katchoo?” There was a sort of mumbled response, and he followed it, wincing as he reached the bathroom door. Propped half-open, he could see inside to the bathtub, and Katchoo, sprawled in it. He averted his eyes. “Is that beer?”

“It’s a shitload of beer,” Katchoo said. “I couldn’t afford to do this in whiskey.”

“Katchoo.” David exhaled slowly. “Why did you buy enough beer to take a bath in it?”

She laughed, a low, smoky sound. She had that whiskey voice, rough and velvety, and David tried not to consider that she was naked under all that booze. “They say that beer makes a pretty good hair conditioner. I figured I have hair…everywhere.”

He rubbed his mouth. “Katchoo, does this have anything to do with Francine?”

“No,” she said, snorting, then splashed in the beer. “Maybe.”

“Katchoo,” David said. “Why don’t you drain the tub, and shower off, and we’ll,” he hesitated, thinking of all the things he wanted to do, and settled on, “talk.”

“Talking doesn’t do any good, David. You know that.” More splashing.

“It’s all I can offer.” He rolled his head, as if she might see his profile and pay attention. “And some coffee.”

“Coffee,” Katchoo muttered, and there was more splashing. “Okay. Coffee.” He heard a gurgling as the beer began draining out of the tub.

“I’ll make it, you take a shower,” David reminded her. “If you need any help, you let me know.”

“Uh, huh.” The water started, and David hoped she’d remembered to pull the shower curtain. If not well, it’d just be another mess to clean up later. Maybe that was all he was good for, cleaning up after Katchoo; taking care of her when she got like this, now that Tambi was AWOL and Francine was engaged to Brad.

“God,” he said softly, closing his eyes, “help us both.”

[tigriswolf]

Once Upon a Time, Regina/Jefferson, tea party

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine, cheesecake

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Coulson/Clint, the first homecooked meal that doesn't end in broken dishes and bruises

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine + Hudmels, Friday night dinners

[voksen.livejournal.com]

White Collar/Death Note, Neal/Gevanni, coffee

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, blood and chocolate

Blooded Chocolate (D.Gray-man, Tyki, Road)

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Tyki Mikk is often away from his family for lengthy periods. It is part of having a two-faced life, when he will avoid abandoning one face for the other for as long as possible.

He dreads the day he's forced to choose, but it's best not to think about that.

Of all of his family, and of all people, really, his most precious is (niece or sister, it depends on how you look at it) Road Kamelot. She is the reason he will choose his darker life, the Hyde to his Jekyll, when the time comes.

(Still best not to think about that.)

Whenever he's been away awhile he brings back gifts for Road. They're little things, and maybe they're silent apologies, or maybe he would bring them even if he never went away.

One time, he brings back chocolates.

Road likes sweet things, like candy, like sugar spun into pretty edible shapes. When Tyki brings her chocolates, he makes sure to get ones that were made with lots and lots of sugar, and have bright sweet centres.

She latches onto him the moment he arrives, feet kicking above the ground as she clings to his shoulders and neck, and smiles. "Tyki, Tyki," she chirps. "What did you bring me tonight?"

"What makes you think I brought anything?" he asks, but he's already removing the chocolates from his coat pocket.

She laughs, bright and adorable, and snatches them up in her small, delicate-looking hands. (hands that have killed, hands that have slashed and tortured)

"Do you know what makes chocolate even better?" she asks later, as they lie on a luxurious rug with a fireplace burning heat beside them, and she licks half-melted chocolate from her fingers.

He turns his head to smirk at her. "Do enlighten me, wise one." It's only half a joke; she is, after all, the oldest of the family, aside from their Millennium Earl. That it is her habit to act as the youngest, and their habit to treat her as such, changes nothing when it really comes down to it.

"Wash them in blood," she says, playful and entirely serious. "It makes them all the sweeter."

"Are you sure 'sweeter' is the right word?" he says. She grins like the Cheshire Cat in that story of Alice he read her last autumn, and doesn't say a word in answer.

The next time he brings her chocolates, they've been soaked in the blood of a brave, foolish boy.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

ANy, any/any, "any" has a hyper reaction to skittles and "any" enjoys watching the fallout.


If you work in "I can taste the rainbow" I will love you forever

[quitehopeless.livejournal.com]

Not really a fill for this exact prompt (I think I wouldn't mind coming back to it if I can find the right pair for it) but this prompt did inspire this:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2775248

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, quarter pounder and large fries

not a fill but...

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

your prompt immediately reminded me of this:



remember coming across it back when the internet was new .... and now I've just dated myself haha

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Hercules the Legendary Journeys, any(/any), roast quail

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Avengers movieverse, any, we need Poptarts, dammit!