Wednesday: Food
Jul. 2nd, 2014 12:01 amHello, everyone. I’m
argentum_ls, pinch-hitting for the week, and today's theme is food. Prompts can be anything from characters making food, to eating it, to using it in whatever creative way you can think of.
The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+The Listener, Tia, Tia knows that getting a source to open up starts with their favorite foods.
+Roswell, any, No matter how careful the aliens are, it's their love for Tabasco sauce that gives them anyway.
+Any high school based canon, any, there's nothing worse than Mystery Meat Day.
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The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+The Listener, Tia, Tia knows that getting a source to open up starts with their favorite foods.
+Roswell, any, No matter how careful the aliens are, it's their love for Tabasco sauce that gives them anyway.
+Any high school based canon, any, there's nothing worse than Mystery Meat Day.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
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Date: 2014-07-02 05:25 am (UTC)Fill: BtVS, "Mystery Meat"
Date: 2014-07-02 10:51 am (UTC)Buffy gave Xander an arch look. "You're joking. Please tell me you're joking."
His innocent expression needed a little work, but Willow's was spot on. She nodded. "It's true. Abbie Walker saw it!"
"Let's not tell Giles about this," Buffy said. "He'd have us investigation Lunch Room Doris. Again."
"Brr." Xander shuddered, his mouth turning down.
"Yeah, brr," Willow said. "I mean, after the last time?" They all looked over their shoulders at the lunch ladies. "I'd really rather not."
"Good. Then we'll just leave the mystery meat to be discovered by someone else." Buffy nodded, but stopped, looking down at her lunch tray. "Maybe I don't want any of this."
Xander and Willow glanced at their own food, too - Willow's a relatively healthy list of veggies and fruit, but Xander's. "Yeah," he said, taking both his tray and Buffy's. "Got enough money for the vending machine?"
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Date: 2014-07-02 11:07 am (UTC)X-Men Fill: Does a Breakfast Make
Date: 2014-07-02 09:21 pm (UTC)Remy just grinned at her and winked. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Eat a smaller snack."
"I'm not snacking at all." Forget the whine: she'd moved to a Wolverine-worthy growl, complete with crossed arms and a huff that blew a white lovelock into her eyes. "Tomorrow, I'm making breakfast."
He set a plate in front of her. "Desole, ma cherie, but burnt toast does not a breakfast make."
"Marryin' ya should've come with a warning: will put on pounds," Rogue grumbled but sat down with her plate and put away every single bite.
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Date: 2014-07-02 12:08 pm (UTC)Fill - Care and Feeding 1/2
Date: 2014-07-02 04:25 pm (UTC)Care and Feeding
"You know," Tony said, staring absently into the middle distance, "there is a part of me that honestly can't believe we're having this conversation. I mean, not me and Pep, me and Pep have this conversation all the time. It's the rest of you that I'm having trouble believing."
Clint leaned over him to snag another couple of pizza slices, handing one across to Natasha and almost dropping it in Tony's lap in the process. Tony refocused enough to glare blearily at him.
"Hey, you guys started it," Clint said, saluting Pepper idly. "We're just finishing it. Always gotta finish the fight. You lose your reputation otherwise."
Pepper blinked at him, and smiled languidly. Tony, having learned something these past few years, bumped hastily back out of the way, abandoning Clint and giving her a clean line of fire without a qualm. Clint never even blinked.
"I didn't imagine it was a fight," Pepper murmured gently. "You're Tony's friends. I saw no reason not to spread a little friendly concern your way. You all have a dangerous enough lifestyle without inviting heart disease or liver failure on top of it."
As one, the team looked at Tony. Who looked right on back with cheerful abandon.
"Nope," he said. "The liver failure, yes, but heart disease is all you guys. My ticker had a lot of problems, but that wasn't really the main one." He patted the space where the arc reactor had used to be, and it was a sign of the sort of company he was keeping that none of them hastily averted their gaze.
"I highly doubt I need to worry about heart failure either," Bruce murmured lightly, with a crooked sort of smile. "If a bullet didn't cut it, I don't think cholesterol is going to." He paused. "Not that I object to a little healthy eating, though. It's just that after a few years living rough, you get used to eating, well, most of everything, really. Most of my money went on herbal remedies and equipment. Everything else, you just fill in around it as best you can."
Pepper looked sympathetically at him. "You don't have that problem any more," she reminded gently. Bruce smiled at her.
"No," he agreed. "But habits have a comfort, in an uncertain world. A little unhealthy eating for relaxation's sake won't hurt me."
"What he said," Clint agreed, leaning back with a smug smile and a smear of tomato sauce at the corner of his mouth. The shadow in his eyes was only small, really. Nothing worth bothering about. Natasha, equally sated and equally saturnine, leaned back against his shoulder and offered them all a bright, easy smile. Pepper shook her head at them.
"I'm disappointed in you," she told Natasha, solemnly and with ever so straight a face. "You traitor you."
Natasha saluted her with a pizza crust, all that remained of her slice. "A professional one," she agreed, with equal seriousness, and then grinned softly. "If you wanted a fellow health nut, you should have looked to Captain Clean over there." She nodded in Steve's direction. "I'm taking my cheese and dough while I can get it."
They looked lazily over in Steve's direction. Tony smirked, wagging a reproving finger in his direction. "A traitor, too, Captain? For shame. Us menfolk are supposed to stick together, you know."
Steve only smiled. "If you're all expecting me to be ashamed that I can now afford to eat fresh and in bulk, without having to worry about allergies, you can think again," he said, leaning back with his left-over lasagna and scraping the container clean. "I have time and space to cook, and the money to afford actual ingredients. If you didn't want me to use it, you shouldn't have given me enough refrigerator space to billet an army."
"Aye!" Thor rumbled somewhere from the background, perched out near the windows with Jane. "Though there's much to be said for take-away also."
Jane snorted softly. "Thor, honey. I've seen you down ten horns of mead, a roast pig the size of a semi, and probably the better part of an orchard. So long as it comes in bulk, you're happy with anything."
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Date: 2014-07-02 12:10 pm (UTC)Firefly, Kaylee + Inara
Date: 2014-07-02 10:51 pm (UTC)She did not, however, expect to find one Kaylee Frye sitting on top of the bed, legs crossed, and in between them a jar of chocolate chip cookies from which she kept puling out cookies, one after the other, and eating them so fast that it seemed she wasn't chewing them at all.
"What did he do?" Inara sighed, sliding to her side instantly.
"Who?" Kaylee replied innocently, looking away.
"You know who. Don't make me state the obvious. Did he do something real bad, or was he being plain stupid as usual?"
"…stupid."
"No surprise there. Wanna tell me what's up with the cookies?"
"It's comfort food!" Kaylee cheeped with a small smile, taking another cookie from the jar. "I wanted ice cream, but we're tight on budget so…"
"Typical. Don't worry, I'll have a talk with the young doctor later."
"You're the best" she smiles broadly at her friend, then rests her head against her shoulder and lets out a sigh. "Why does he have to be so stupid sometimes?"
"Because he's a man, Kaylee" Inara replies while caressing her head affectionately, internally a bit jealous of her innocence in regards to that area.
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