Monday - Food, Glorious Food

[writinchica2k.livejournal.com]

Gooooood morning/afternoon/evening/whenever you're reading this, ladies and germs. I’m your host for this week writinchica2k, and I call today's theme "Food, Glorious Food". Prompts can be anything related to food: preparation of, consumption of, memories connected to, a lack thereof- maybe even your favorite characters enjoying some candy today :p

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ any apocalypse-based fandom, any, finding a vegetable garden
+ Marvel Universe, Tony Stark, it's not officially morning until my third cup of coffee
+ Calvin & Hobbes, Calvin (+Hobbes), Halloween candy hierarchy

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[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, first time taking their child trick-or-treating (it's all about the candy!)

Fill. Stargate Multiverse, Jack O'Neill/Sam Carter + The Boys. Deaged AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

(Traditionally, Sam and Jack would wrangle the boys into costumes, hand them a plastic pumpkin, and set them loose in the administrative level of the SGC: the researchers, analysts, linguists... basically all of the paper-pushers, enjoyed seeing the trio run to and fro through the corridors, and loaded the boys down with goodies.

She really wished, the year the boys turned nine, that she'd stuck to that tradition instead of being talked into "real trick-or-treating".

Because that night Sam discovered that when you are outnumbered by your children, you're at a distinct disadvantage.)

“Is it possible that they're running in three different directions on purpose?”

Jack shrugged one shoulder and threw a hand out, trying to snag the arm of John's costume. He missed with a grumble, and looked to his wife, “Would you put it past them to have a plan that would result in more candy and less parents?”

She glanced toward the ever so innocent-looking Daniel, his Indiana Jones whip in his hand, and answered, “Not in the least.”

“Back to collecting candy in the office next year?”

“Yep.”

“Well, at least we'll get to do the time-honored searching of the Halloween candy tonight,” Jack told her, tracking Rodney as he ran with a small crowd of children toward the Howards' front door—the kid had already hit the house twice with other groups and Jack half-admired his son's resolve in the pursuit of another full-sized Snickers bar, “Mom and Dad get to take a fee, you know.”

The smile that lit Sam's face was a little maniacal. “10 percent off the top?”

“Let's make it 20—Daniel just pouted his way to a bag of Doritos from Callie.” He jutted his chin in the boy's direction.

Sam whipped her head to see, but Daniel was gleefully skipping toward the next house. “They were giving out Doritos?”

“No, he just conned them out of her.”

“25 percent and I'm rationing the loot.”

(She also discovered that Reese's paired well with red wine.)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Rodney McKay +/ Any, host of a cooking show (any variety)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Ensemble, the first group Thanksgiving dinner

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, a normally healthful eater's secret stash of junk food

Fill: The King Eternal Monarch, Jo Yeong | Jo Eunsup, Myeong Seungah, Lee Gon

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Captain Jo,” Seungah began, rounding the corner to his office.

Finding him in his office was rare, because he was usually one step beside The King - and people wondered why there were so many rumors that he was The King’s lover - but Court Lady Noh said Captain Jo was in his office, then he was in his office.

Which was really nice, but then Captain Jo was the Eternal Sword, the head of the Royal Guard.

“Nari-ya! I mean - Seungah-ssi!” Captain Jo was kicked back in his chair, feet up on his desk, eating kimchi out of a...foil packet?

He had an assortment of junk food snacks scattered across his desk.

His eyes went wide, and he sat bolt upright, flipping all the packets around so Seungah couldn’t see the names of them.

She rolled her eyes. “I know junk food when I see it.”

Captain Jo managed to smooth his expression out into his usual impassive one. But there was a bit of a crack in it. He cleared his throat. “What can I do for you, Seungah-ssi?”

“Your Instagram feed. You haven’t updated it since I posted that picture of you and The King.”

Captain Jo blinked. And then he said, “It’s not part of my duties to keep updating my Instagram feed.”

Seungah sighed. “Give me your phone.”

Captain Jo hesitated. Reached into his jacket. Paused. Rescued into a different part of her jacket. Surrendered his phone.

Seungah kept her expression calm, but she was intrigued. He had two phones. Why?

The phone he handed her was the one she’d seen before, looked like it belonged to an old man, for all that it had boring pictures. She found some nice nature shots that she queued up for his Instagram feed with some neutral captions.

“Also see if you can’t take some more pictures with your boss when you have the chance, hm? In case we need them.”

“Of course.”

“Are you trying to start a ship war, Seungah-ssi?”

She spun around. “Your Majesty?”

He stood in the doorway, hands clasped behind his back, handsome and dignified. “I need to speak to Yeongie.”

Seungah nodded and bowed. “Of course.” To Captain Jo she said, “Take more interesting pictures.”

And she headed for the door.

“Kimchi?” The King asked.

“Yes, and the peach candies you like,” Captain Jo said. “What are ship wars?”

Just as the door swung shut, Seungah heard The King say,

“Let me tell you all about fanfiction.”

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, "You want me to eat WHAT?"

Fill (probably not what you had in mind)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

The Deep Dark (https://archiveofourown.org/works/16535831)

[squidgiepdx]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Danny almost gets hit by a coconut - but not from a tree

[squidgiepdx]

Wrecked, Danny/Owen, Danny gives Owen the last piece of chocolate on the island

[squidgiepdx]

Any, any male/any male, "Are you gonna eat that?"

Fill 1/2: NCIS/SGA, Tony/Evan

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Tim had been on the Daedalus for two days and was still incredibly overwhelmed. Aliens (though Ronon and Teyla looked perfectly human). Spaceships. Faster-than-light travel. Over a decade of space exploration on a scale that made Armstrong’s walk on the Moon look like a walk in the park. The number of times Earth had nearly been wiped out and been saved by a handful of people (usually the same handful of people) was staggering.

He wanted to read every paper he could get his hands on (the SGC apparently had a library of white papers waiting for publication once declassification occurred - if it ever occurred). He wanted to look at the computer coding and poke around in the engine room (where another alien, not a human-looking one, was apparently in control of the hyperdrive). He wanted to read every mission report and know how it all worked.

But that wasn’t why the team was hurtling through space toward another galaxy. They were supposed to help figure out who on Atlantis was communicating with people on Earth who wanted to defect to the Wraith, who were so sure that the SGC and Atlantis couldn’t prevail against them that they’d rather surrender than keep on fighting. The entirety of the Atlantis Senior Command had left Atlantis under the careful watch of the third level of command (who were provisionally cleared) to get officially cleared by an Earth-based asset that couldn’t be sent to Atlantis.

Tim’s head was still spinning with with the massive influx of information. They were sitting in the mess hall, which was on a deck with windows so he could see the colors of hyperspace flying by. He wondered if those were the colors Lovecraft had envisioned when he’d written The Color Out of Space.

“Report?” Gibbs asked. He was eating his prepackaged space food with nary a complaint.

“We are going through the personnel files the SGC provided us and cross-checking them with the information from the NID,” Ziva said. She patted her pocket where she was keeping the flash drive with the information from the NID on it. “Abby has been helping me.”

Abby was picking through her food more carefully. “Not having access to up-to-date information from Earth will make things difficult.”

“Another team is handling things Earthside,” Weir said. “We’ll coordinate with them in the weekly databursts.”

Abby nodded. “Okay. We’ll do our best.”

“Gibbs and I have been reviewing the AARs you sent us,” Tim said, addressing himself to Weir.

“Which AARs?” Sheppard sat up straighter.

Tim glanced between him and Weir. “The ones for missions flagged as questionable, with unexpected Wraith appearances.”

Sheppard frowned. “We’ve already run through the usual suspects - trackers, Teyla’s Wraith telepathy, illicit subspace communicators -”

“John,” Weir said said. “Agent Gibbs and his team are professionals. You trust Tony, don’t you?”

Sheppard glanced at Tony, who was sitting at the opposite end of the table from Tim. He was digging into his food with gusto, which was surprising, because in addition to being a fashion hound, Tony was a bit of a food snob.

But he nudged Lorne and pointed to his tray with a fork. “Are you gonna eat that?”

Lorne glanced up. “What? Oh.” He put his little chocolate pudding cup on Tony’s tray. “Have at it.” Then he turned back to Zelenka to listen to whatever he was saying that required wild gesticulation.

Tony dug into the pudding cup with a happy little smile.

Gibbs said to Weir, “What’s our cover?”

“You will be investigating a murder,” she said, her expression grim.

“An actual murder?” Abby’s eyes were wide.

Tony nodded, sobering. “Yeah. We’ve got a dead Marine and three guys good for it. All of them are in the brig.”

Ziva frowned. “So everyone is tense and hiding things anyway.”

Weir nodded.

“Tell us about the cover case,” Gibbs said.

“Perhaps when we are finished eating,” Teyla broke in. “So no one loses their appetite.”

Tim nodded. “So, Teyla - tell me more about this...Wraith telepathy?”

Sheppard raised his eyebrows.

Tim added, “If it’s not too personal.”

[squidgiepdx]

Any, any male/any male, Courting via special food gifts

Fill 1/2: Stargate SG-1, Evan Lorne/Daniel Jackson

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Dr. Jackson looked completely non-plussed when he answered his door.

Evan pasted on his brightest, sweetest smile, and held out the bag of coffee, the finest Kona blend he’d been able to find in the city on short notice.

Dr. Jackson stared at the bag. “What is this?”

“An apology, Doctor,” Evan said. “For everything that happened with the Unas. I know you spent a long time writing the protocol for when offworld teams come across artefacts, and that the protocol was written for an important reason, and I’m sorry I disregarded it.”

Dr. Jackson eyed Evan, and he forced himself to remain calm and not waver. “You were just following orders, Major.”

“Orders I knew contravened SGC policy.”

“Orders are orders. I know how the military works.”

Evan swallowed hard. “That’s not how the SGC is supposed to work. I’m sorry.”

Dr. Jackson studied Evan for a long moment. “I’m sorry, too. About Lieutenant Ritter.”

Evan flashed back to that moment when he and Teal’c found Ritter’s body. “Thank you, Doctor.”

“So, you’re bringing me coffee to apologize?”

Evan nodded.

“I’m not your teacher, you know. You don’t have to bring me an apple to get in my good graces.”

“I know I don’t have to, Doc.”

“Most soldiers don’t even apologize.”

Colonel O’Neill, he meant. Their infamous arguments about science versus military were legendary on base and had, for good or ill, set the patterns for how the scientists and soldiers worked together, which was, as the Unas situation demonstrated, not very well some of the time.

“I didn’t join the Air Force and the SGC to be most soldiers.”

Dr. Jackson pursed his lips thoughtfully, and damn, but he had a lovely mouth.

Evan derailed that train of thought before he could take it any further.

“That is a really fine blend of coffee.”

“Only the best for you.” Evan waggled the back enticingly.

Dr. Jackson eyed him once more, then accepted the bag. “Apology accepted, Major Lorne.” And he closed the door abruptly in Evan’s face.

Well, it was better than nothing.

Evan turned and headed back to his car.

The next time he saw Dr. Jackson on base, he smiled and waved, but Jackson just looked at him askance and went on his way.

Apology accepted, but grudgingly, then.

Evan really didn’t want to be like every other soldier in the Air Force or the SGC, who disrespected the scientists and disregarded all non-military protocol. The SGC was different, and that was why Evan had volunteered for it.

So he started his Like Evan campaign. All it took was a pan extra-gooey brownies to Marcy in personnel to let her have a look at Jackson’s file. He’d grown up in foster care, mostly in New York, he’d gone to college in Chicago, but before that he’d grown up all over the world, at his parents’ archaeological digs. Evan brought a plate of homemade green tea mochi to Dr. Naoe, one of the computer scientists who was a hacker for fun in his spare time, and he had Dr. Naoe look up Jackson’s credit card receipts.

Jackson liked all kinds of international and ethnic foods. Evan had never met a recipe he couldn’t make.

He started small. Baklava. Tiramisu. Red bean steam buns. Green tea mochi. Moon cakes. Sweet treats left on Jackson’s desk right before he sat down to write an AAR after his latest off-world mission.

He inquired with the SFs who were posted down the archaeology corridor and found out that while Daniel was a connoisseur of coffee, he preferred savory treats, so Evan moved on to bamia and koshaf and other Egyptian dishes that Jackson might have had while growing up.

Evan knew his plan was working when Jackson actually nodded at him the next time they passed in the hallway, after a particularly judicious application of cream cheese wontons, and he spent the rest of the day feeling like he was walking on air. Evan made sure he was never in Jackson’s office when Jackson found the treats, but Jackson, like Evan, had his ways of finding things out on base, and one day Jackson even smiled at him. It was quite possibly the best day ever.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, dean winchester, pie

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, every year on their anniversary, Louis does the cooking

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, Parker/Alec Hardison/Eliot Spencer, Eliot gives them cooking lessons (which they suffer through because of how much it delights him)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any otp, get well soon cookies

Fill (hopefully crack!otps are ok?!)

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Joe/Caitlin

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8436358

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (AOS) Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy(+/Spock), Jim (and Spock?) finds out that Leonard is actually good at cooking

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (AOS), Jaylah + Montgomery Scott, Jayla introduces Scotty to her favourite foods

Fill: Star Trek: AOS, Jaylah+Montgomery Scott, Relief

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Scotty swallowed hard and tried not to let his apprehension show. The dish she placed before him had an unfamiliar texture and an odor that he was hard-pressed to describe without using terms like "something that would come out of the Enterprise's engines."

Her face would seem composed to anyone not very familiar with her, but Scotty knew that slight, too-wide set of her eyes signaled interest and expectation, investment into what she was doing, hope for a reaction.

Man up, he heard his grandmother's voice in his head as he lifted the spoon. The first bite was strangely textured, but rich with savory flavors.

"Oh this actually good!" he let out before he could help himself.

She missed the implication. "Yes, Montgomery Scotty, I told you it would be."

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Pacific Rim, Hermann Gottlieb/Newton Geiszler, one afternoon Hermann brings supper for Newton, because he knows Newton sometimes forgets to eat when he's working

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Teen Titans, Cyborg + Robin + Raven, cooking breakfast together

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Gakuen Heaven, Omi Shichijo/Kaoru Saionji, Omi bakes cupcakes for Kaoru

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark/any, post-sex haute cuisine delights according to Tony Stark

(whether "haute cuisine" is literal or sarcastic is up to the author and their view on Stark/partner's tastes lol)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age Inquisition, Blackwall + Sera, BFFs making each others' favourite food together (or, if it's more in-character, having the Thedas equivalent of a dirty kebab/cheeky Nando's after a night spent drinking)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect 1 & 2, anypair, it's really hard to make a romantic meal when one partner doesn't have a favourite food, having only ever really eaten rations and military food (bonus points for including Rupert the Janitor/Chef from ME2)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Addams Family, author's choice, be careful not to confuse the garlic and the strichnine

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect, ensemble, the humans introduce the aliens to the concept of trick-or-treating (and candy)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (any Next-Gen-era), any or ensemble, Replicator malfunctions

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

M*A*S*H, ensemble or Gen, somebody's hiding bacon REAL bacon, and sneaking into mess in the dead of night to cook it, leaving only the haunting smell.