Thursday: Favorite Foods

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Greetings, Earthlings! Today is Thursday. Thor’s Day. I’m sharpiesgal and this is my fourth day.

My fourth theme will be Favorite Foods. Prompts can be anything, so go ahead and get creative.

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Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the juices flowing:
Leverage, Hardison/Parker, He tells her why orange soda is his favorite drink.
Enterprise/CSI: Miami, Charles ‘Trip’ Tucker/Horatio Caine, peach cobbler
Burn Notice, Sam Axe, Mojitos

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[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Parker, He tells her why orange soda is his favorite drink.

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Enterprise/CSI: Miami, Charles ‘Trip’ Tucker/Horatio Caine, peach cobbler

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Horatio watched as Trip grabbed a large peach from the bowl and took a bite, juice dripping down his lover’s chin. He smiled, he was going to have a little bit of fun with his lover before he revealed the surprise he had waiting for Trip. “You know, I was going to make peach cobbler with that.”

“What? You still can.”

It was all he could do not to laugh at the distraught look on Trip’s face as he looked between him and the peach in his hand. “Can’t use that one now and the recipe take three peaches, there are only two left.”

“But… Make a half recipe?”

The sad hope he heard in Trip’s voice almost caused him to break. Good thing criminals didn’t know about this particular chink in his armor, he’d lose his badass reputation in the beat of a heart. “It’s too hard to gage the amount of peaches to flour and sugar for a half recipe.”

“I’m sorry. How about I go pick up some more?”

He couldn’t take the pathetic look Trip was giving him so he decided to let him off the hook. Pulling him close, he wrapped his arms around Trip and as his lover leaned into his embrace, he whispered in Trip’s ear. “The cobbler is in the oven.” He wasn’t surprised when Trip pulled back and smacked his chest.

“Damn you. You had me going.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You’re too easy,” Horatio said with a laugh.

“I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Because you love me,” Horatio answered pulling Trip back into his arm for another hug and a kiss that tasted of peaches.

“I do at that. How long until the cobbler is done?”

Horatio laughed. “You have a one track mind. It’s done and we will wait until after dinner.”

“You’re torturing me.”

“No. I’ll do that later tonight,” he teased. He had all kinds of plans for Trip after dinner and some of those plans might involve the peach cobbler and possibly eating off Trip’s chest.

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Sam Axe, Mojitos

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Piper Halliwell/Cole Turner, Piper makes Cole his favorite type of pie.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Charmed, any, pizza rolls

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Sam makes Dean a pie for Dean's birthday.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Despite being averse to what he calls chick flick moments, Dean wants nothing more than pull Sam into a tight hug for as long as possible. He resists the urge, smiling and thanking Sam for what must be the hundredth time since Sam proudly presented him with a cherry pie. Not just any cherry pie, but one he made himself with own two hands. Sam spent hours looking for the right recipe, then had to sneak around to actually bake the thing without Dean noticing. He even went as far as using an apron Dean thought it was odd they owned in the first place, but he's finally put two and two together.

"Sammy I..."

Sam's smiles big, carefree. He doesn't looked weighed down by the world around him and Dean wants to stop the moment and keep Sam as happy as he looks.

"Here. You can dig in." Sam thrusts a fork into his right hand, crouches beside his chair. They're almost at eye level.

"I don't even know where to begin."

Sam reaches up, pressing his lips against Dean's and he's gone in an instant. Dean's lips tingle where they touched for the rest of the day. "Happy birthday, Dean"

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

A Song of Ice and Fire, Jon Snow/Arya Stark, Arya asks Jon what his favorite food is.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, They get in an argument over cake.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ any, "My favorite food is whatever won't poison me, thanks."

Not a fill...

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

...yet. But I might have thinky thoughts on this topic. ::winks::

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Cameron Mitchell, macaroons.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

The Flash or LoT, Leonard Snart/any, popsicle (or ice cream)

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Leonard smirked, holding the ice cream cone out to Sara so she could take a taste. “Don’t you think this is taking your name a little too far?” she asked, even as she held his hand steady and licked carefully along the edge.

“Are you implying this is something other than a chilly treat on a warm day?” he asked. He used the arm she was holding to nudge her in the correct direction. “I’d think it was a perfect cover.”

“So it’s not an ulterior motive?” she questioned.

“Not everything I do has an ulterior motive.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Maybe I just like ice cream.” His gaze shifted as he spotted someone in the store across the street. “Or maybe I did have a motive. But it involved having a cover for watching the store… not you.”

“Of course.” Sara reached behind her back for her sticks as he dumped the cone in the nearby trashcan. “Guys?” she said, tapping her comm. “We’ve got company.”

“You’re going to owe me an ice cream,” Leonard called to her as he pulled his cold gun. “Or maybe dinner.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Sara said as she stepped forward to meet the oncoming minions. “It was your idea to get it as cover. And to ditch it.”

Leonard smirked as he triggered his gun. Maybe losing the ice cream wasn’t all bad. He got to watch Sara dance after all.

[writinchica2k.livejournal.com]

Marvel Comics, Spider-Man/Deadpool, Mexican food as seduction

Fill

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Peter feels incredibly ridiculous as he hangs by Wade's open window. He really didn't think this through, he just went and bought an order of burritos on a whim. The food now safely in his grip inside a paper bag and somehow he's ended up in front of Wade's place because at this point those two are related in his head. Deadpool and Mexican food go together like cookies and milk, like pumpkins and pies, like...honestly, he should stop making stupid analogies and get this over with. He's starving.

He steps inside the messy apartment, this isn't the first time he's here but he can't stop the thoughts of why am I here? and I'm crazy from assaulting him. Maybe someday he'll get used to this. Yup, he's crazy all right. No one in their right mind would step into Deadpool's place and expect not to be shot on the spot.

Peter shakes his head, jumps from one foot to the other, waiting. But no one seems to be around. The apartment is too silent. He turns towards the window, thinking maybe he should leave, come around some other time, while debating whether to leave the bag of burritos or not when a shriek comes from behind his back.

"Spidey!"

He's soon engulfed in a pair of strong arms, being lifted a few inches above the ground and he's thinking about using his super strength to get out of Wade's grip right before he's released. He coughs, stumbling a little.

"Do that again and you'll be stuck to the ceiling for the rest of the night."

Wade still got his mask on, despite wearing sweats and a hoodie, but Peter swears he can see him pout.

"You're no fun. For a visitor you lack the charm necessary for letting you stay."

"I'm plenty of fun," Peter says, stressing the word fun like he wants to make sure this guy knows he's more than science and vigilantism.

"Sure, if I get you out of those superhero clothes," Wade mutters, slapping a hand over his mask covered mouth.

Pete narrows his eyes. "What?"

"I meant what'd you bring. The bag, what's in it?"

If Peter were sixteen again and didn't have a mask on he would be blushing by now, stammering every word he dared to speak, but he likes to believe he's cooler. More in control of his actions. Still he only lifts the bag and whispers 'burritos' like it explains everything.

Wade moves closer to him, and he's tall and muscular, smells somewhat homely, like detergent and baked goods. A startling contrast to the nights before Peter put a ban on killing sprees and when leather, sweat and the thick stench of blood used to mix together after he took down a few guys. Peter is surprised of his thoughts, shouldn't even know or notice those things about Wade. But Wade somehow has wormed his way into Peter's life.

"Webs, are you trying to seduce me?" Wade's voice rings throughout the apartment.

"Right, because this burritos are clearly saying come hither."

Wade laughs startling Peter, it's not often he hears that sound without a bitter edge to it. "If food be the heart of love Spidey. I knew you had the hots for me."

Wade takes the bag from him, settling down on the couch which has seen better days before turning on the TV, Peter's stands dumbly in the middle of the living room wondering if this is an alternate universe where Spider-man and Deadpool are actually the best of buds, one where Peter notices the ways Wade make his chest ache with something he's not that familiar with.

"You know you can sit right? I won't bite unless you ask me real nicely."

"Shut up Wade and stop eating my food. It's not just for you, fyi."

Wade relents, passing the bag and toying with the remote not once settling on a channel. Peter lifts his mask up to his nose to take a bite out of his burrito, Wade's body heat traveling towards him.

"Hey, Spidey, is it hot in here or is it just you?"

As far as Friday nights go, it could be worse.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, any male/any male, strawberry

Fill, Steve/Bucky, (1/3)

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

(Possibly I got carried away)




Vibrant reds, oranges, yellows, greens, purples match the lively atmosphere around the open place. Even the weather agrees, no clouds in sight and the sun in full display warming those out in the streets. The bustling of people making their way around the tables and stands full of fresh produce, and different types of food and some home-made beverages complete the regular afternoon at the farmer's market. Bucky leaves a table of varieties of cheese, forgetting why he came here in the first place upon settling his eyes on a big banner proclaiming: Buy Local, Stay Local and almost tripping on a big wicker basket full of eggplants.

"Careful there, if you smash it you buy it," a voice above him says.

"Tony this isn't even your spot. Why are you here, shouldn't you be selling your famous wine?" A more soft, but annoyed voice responds before Bucky even has time to apologize.

"Someone should keep you out of trouble. We don't want you to go on a rampage and get mad at customers for using paper bags."

"That happened once. Once. Let it go already."

"No can do."

The second man sighs, running fingers through the messy curls on his head. "If you go away I might even cook for you one of these days."

"I'm holding you onto that Banner."

Bucky who up to this point had been unable to advance and had followed their exchange closely, blinks, feeling like a deer in headlights when they finally notice him. The eggplant incident forgotten.

"And you are?"

"Well I." He shuts his mouth, and points at the baskets near his feet.

"He's the one who almost crushed your hard work and left you penniless."

"Ah, you really need to look where you're going. Not all of us use tables to display." This guy, who Bucky now knows as Banner has an easygoing smile, he's got jeans and a faded Ramones t-shirt on and a small basket full of blueberries close to his chest.

"What he means is don't be a clumsy idiot."

Bucky is rooted to the spot. Looking from one guy to the other trying to figure out how they operate. This trip to buy actual food is becoming more overwhelming by the second. He should've stick with the can of tuna lying on his kitchen counter. There's also the possibility he can survive on cereal and water.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Gotham, Alfred/Jim or Alfred/Thomas Wayne, a cup of tea

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Once Upon a Time, Emma/Regina or Charming/Hook, dessert

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Agents of SHIELD, Fitz/Simmons/any, cake

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Pepper Potts/any female (except Skye), bringing Pepper her favourite pastry to work

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU(/Justice League), Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers or Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes (or Sam Wilson/John Stewart), Sam loves lemon tarts

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Breakfast with Scot, Eric McNally/Sam Miller, _____ is the only thing Eric can cook, but fortunately, Sam likes when Eric makes it

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Ronon Dex/Evan Lorne, Evan introduces Ronon to his favourite dessert

Fill 1/2: marks!AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“What’s tiramisu?” Ronon asked.

Teyla shook her head. “I am not familiar with this word.”

“Evan says it’s a type of dessert. His favorite from Earth.”

“I do not believe I have ever sampled any,” Teyla said, “so I could not describe it to you.”

“I wasn’t sure. You’ve been around these people longer than I have.” Ronon shrugged. “Thanks anyway.” Evan had mentioned it, said he’d make some for Ronon, that it would be a really special treat. He had gotten a dreamy look on his face when he mentioned it, the kind of dreamy he got when he was imagining Ronon doing sexy things to him, so Ronon could only assume the dessert was some kind of aphrodisiac.

Ronon was very curious about Earther traditions, because while his wooing of Evan had proved successful, he wanted to make sure Evan never felt unwanted, so learning new wooing techniques was necessary. Wooing a man with food was always a recommended venture. So Ronon headed over to the kitchen to ask the KP Marines what was going on.

“Tiramisu?” Markham’s expression turned dreamy. “It’s delicious - cake and espresso and cream and chocolate powder on top. Why?”

“Evan says it’s his favorite dessert and that he’d make me some.”

Markham’s eyes narrowed. “He said he’d make you some?”

Ronon nodded.

“That means he has access to ingredients for tiramisu.” Markham spun around, called the lower-ranking Marines to attention. And directed them to begin a grid search on the kitchen.

Earthers really were strange.

When Evan caught up to Ronon later, he said, “What have you been saying to the Marines?”

“I asked Markham about your tiramisu. Why?”

Evan sighed. “Never mind. I’d better go put some added security on my quarters. Good thing the only other people on the expedition with stronger gene expressions than me are Sheppard and Beckett.” He pressed a kiss to Ronon’s cheek and hurried away.

And that was the end of the whole tiramisu thing.

Until one day Evan radioed for Ronon, summoned him to the kitchen.

“I need you to stand guard,” Evan said. He handed Ronon a Wraith stunner and then turned to the array of cooking implements spread across the counter. There were pans, clubs made of wires, glass dishes, and all manner of ingredients Ronon had never encountered before.

“Guard?” Ronon asked.

“Keep the Marines out.” Evan pushed Ronon to the door and said, “Stand there. This will take forty minutes, tops.” And then he fired up the stove and began cracking eggs into a bowl.

Ronon huffed, amused, but took up his post like the good soldier he was. Surely Evan was just being paranoid. The Marines would never -

Hang on. Footsteps. Someone was trying to be stealthy. Ronon readied the stunner, wary.

And then Stackhouse came around the corner, went from a stealthy crouch to a casual stroll a moment too late. He lifted a hand to the radio at his ear, flashed Ronon a too-casual smile, and said, “Abort, abort!”

Apparently Evan wasn’t paranoid. Ronon readjusted his assessment of the situation and stood guard. Multiple Marines passed by, each time in increasingly larger groups, but he glared at them, and they carried on.

Forty minutes later, Evan said, “Come on. Let’s do this.”

Everything on the counter was gone, thrown away or in the dishwasher, and Evan was tucking a foil-covered rectangular glass dish into a massive cooler full of ice. Ronon helped him get the dish into the cooler without dropping it, and together they made a break for Evan’s quarters.

“Stay with me,” Evan said. “I’ll tell Atlantis to only let command staff in, but who knows what those Marines will convinced Sheppard or McKay or Dr. Weir to do.”

Evan set the cooler within easy reach of the bed, stunner on top of it, and began undressing for sleep. Ronon undressed as well, and they curled up on Evan’s bed as best as they could (none of the beds in Atlantis, it seemed, were designed for two people).

“This is a lot of effort for a dessert,” Ronon said.

Evan hummed sleepily against Ronon’s throat. “It needs to cool overnight so the cream sets up. You’ll see. All of this will be worth it. You’ll understand why the Marines did what they did.”

Ronon nodded, curled protectively around his lover, and fell asleep.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13, Claudia Donovan & Steve Jinks, getting their favourite take-out after a difficult day at work

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye (Fraction), Clint Barton/Kate Bishop, pizza.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Tokyo Ghoul, any ghoul, a taste of human food.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard+/Rodney McKay, Rodney's lemon allergy isn't the weirdest alley in the expedition. No, that would be John's. (Allergy up to author.)

Fill: McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Chocolate?" Rodney squawked. "Who the hell is allergic to chocolate?"

Sheppard shrugged and pushed his brownie across the table to Rodney. "That's what I thought the first time you told me you were allergic to citrus."

Now that contact with Earth had been re-established and the expedition was receiving regular supplies via the Daedalus, food from Earth that wasn't crappy MREs or half-assed attempts with Pegasus ingredients substituted in was back on the menu, and Rodney had missed his brownies fiercely.

"So, you eat chocolate and what, break out in hives?" Rodney dragged the brownie close and realized it must look like avarice, but really, he was protecting Sheppard.

"Nothing that extreme. I ingest chocolate, and I can't stand up for three days because my migraine is so bad. Can I have your lemon meringue?"

Rodney hadn't even noticed the KP marines had given him a slice of the lemon meringue pie. He practically flung it across the table. "Take it. It's yours."

"Awesome." Sheppard dug in happily, ignoring the rest of his dinner, because he believed in eating dessert first.

Rodney immediately had to rethink all of his fantasies of him and Sheppard in Sheppard's quarters, naked with nothing but a bottle of chocolate sauce. "So, have you ever eaten chocolate? Or were you so young when the allergy was discovered that you don't remember what it tastes like?"

"I was about...twenty when the base doc figured it out? Had migraines all the time, and it was messing with my training, so they futzed with my diet a whole bunch, and the culprit was...chocolate. So I remember what it tastes like. I miss it a whole lot, actually." Sheppard's expression turned dreamy.

Rodney wished Sheppard's expression would turn dreamy that way for him. "Oh. Well. There are plenty of non-chocolate sweet things to choose from, right?"

"Right." And Sheppard grinned at him.

Rodney wasn't sure what to think when Major Lorne, the new 2IC now that Ford was gone for good, stopped him in the hallway several weeks later.

"What can I do for you, Major?"

Lorne pressed a spray can of whipped cream into his hands and said, "Colonel Sheppard likes whipped cream for dessert." And then he winked and walked away.

Lorne was out of earshot before Rodney could make any sort of protest about privacy and personal boundaries, so he hurried back to his quarters with the can of whipped cream tucked into his jacket so no one would see it (because wouldn't that be weird, Dr. McKay taking a can of whipped cream to his room for some alone time).

Only when he initiated the lock for his quarters, he wasn't alone.

John Sheppard was lounging on his bed reading War and Peace, reading nothing, and holding a jar of maraschino cherries. When he saw Rodney, he grinned.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Jethro Gibbs/Anthony DiNozzo, Eating out.

[caz251.livejournal.com]

They don't eat out together often, it is maybe once or twice a year that they eat out at a restaurant, despite the fact that they have at least two meals together nearly every day. At work they have take out, normally burgers, pizza or Chinese, sometimes soup or a sandwich, it really all depends on whether they are stuck in the office, or what place was closest for someone to pick up food for them all. When they are at Gibbs' house they often have take away as well, Thai, Chinese or pizza. Sometimes Tony will cook up some Italian meal, his Lasagne is one of Gibbs' all time favourites, or Gibbs will make cowboy steaks in the fireplace.

Eating meals together is common, but it is normally in the busy work environment or in the quiet of Gibbs' house. Eating out is neither of those things, it isn't a non-busy environment, but they can sit and enjoy the feeling of being able to sit calm while waiters, waitresses and chefs are the ones that are busy. It certainly isn't quiet either, other diners as well as staff all talking about different things. Tony doesn't mind the noise though, it is a change of pace and it is nice to have background noise in case Gibbs decides that it is an evening in which he is being a functional mute.

They reserve eating out for special occasions, having both agreed that they don't need to be out on a date at a restaurant every other weekend, with their jobs a quiet life outside of work is a relief. Instead they save eating out for when they have something to celebrate, like one of their birthdays or perhaps their anniversary.

They always go to the same restaurant when they go out for dinner, a little family run Italian restaurant that they both agree is the best Italian restaurant they have ever eaten at. Although Gibbs argues that Tony's home cooking is better than what is served at the restaurant, they agree to disagree, although Tony enjoys the praise. There is something about the fact that Gibbs prefers his cooking that makes him preen inside.

Tony knows that the others wonder about their relationship, Tony having seemed to have traded nights out at various restaurants for nights in Gibbs' basement. He has changed over the years, as time had passed he realised exactly what it was that he wanted. One or two dates with a young woman at some fancy restaurant just seems to leave him cold, there was nothing to the dates, it was meaningless fun. Gibbs on the other hand, there is a connection between them, he actually has feelings for the other man.

Staying in is much preferable to both of them than going out to eat, at home they can eat curled up on the couch, or even in bed. Once they finish their food they can move straight on to their dessert, their favourite part of the meal, whereas in a restaurant it is rather frowned upon to partake of their dessert of choice. Normally when they eat out they only have a starter and a main, normally ordering dessert to go. The restaurant they frequent does an amazing tiramisu and an even better coffee dessert, but there is no way they would be able to eat them at the restaurant, not with the way Tony always moaned around his spoon. They were Federal Agents, it wouldn't do to be arrested for public indecency.