Tuesday: Favorite beverages

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Greetings, Earthlings! Today is Tuesday. I’m sharpiesgal. Yesterday we had a good turn out, so let’s see what we can come up with for today.

My final theme will be Favorite beverages. 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:
CSI: Miami/Enterprise, Horatio Caine/Charles “Trip” Tucker, scotch vs. bourbon
MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, hot Earl Grey Tea after a hard day of ass kicking
Iron Man 2, Tony Stark/Natasha Romanov, she catches Tony drinking chocolate milk late at night

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[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, coffee

Fill: Addicted [Torchwood: Jack/Ianto: PG]

[bk_forever]

There’s nothing like a good cup of coffee after… Well, anything really. Or before, or during, if at all possible. Jack will try anything once, although he’s found some positions make drinking a bit… messy, not to mention liable to cause burns in unfortunate places. That’s sort of a work in progress, but he’ll figure it out. He always does. It’s a matter of motivation.

Jack’s always liked coffee, but ever since he caved and invited Ianto to join the team, his liking for coffee has turned into a full-on passionate love affair.

Now, even the best of other coffees is a poor reflection of the divine nectar served by Ianto Jones. It’s no mere hyperbole to call it an orgasm in a cup; it sets his taste buds dancing, and reaches the parts that other coffees can’t. It’s extraordinarily stimulating, and yes, that is indeed a satisfied smirk on Jack’s face. He’s in coffee heaven.

Of course, it doesn’t hurt that Ianto Jones, King of Coffee, is proving to be every bit as addictive as his heavenly brew. In fact at this point, despite being immortal, Jack is convinced he couldn’t survive without either one. Every time he comes back from death, to a loving kiss and a perfect cup of coffee, he feels more alive than he ever has before.

It must be love!

The End

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, what happens when the first year expedition runs out of coffee

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, egg creams

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Steve could still remember the first time Bucky took him out for egg creams (https://whatscookingamerica.net/History/NYEggCreamHistory.htm). He hadn’t realized, at the time, it was meant to be anything other than two friends going out after work (although looking back he really should have.) In fact, it took four repetitions and Bucky gently pressing his lips to Steve’s after they got home for Steve to finally get it. He knew men did things like that, he wasn’t blind, he just didn’t think Bucky wanted that.

Waking up, after the Ice, and finding so much had changed, Steve had been eager at first to find things that hadn’t. Discovering that not only was their old soda fountain gone, but also that egg creams were no longer a popular drink (that hardly anyone even knew what an egg cream was); Steve mourned.

It might seem like a silly thing to mourn, with everything Steve had lost, but it was his and Bucky’s first date. And many other happy memories.

With the return of Bucky, and once things had settled down from the SNAFU that was the Slovokia Accords, Steve couldn’t return to the Avengers. Even once he was pardoned, he just didn’t want to return. He and Bucky found a place in Brooklyn, not too far from Clint’s apartment building, and tried to settle into the twenty-first century as civilians.

“Stevie, what are you doing?”

The former Captain America looked up from some photographs he had been studying, trying to decide which one would work best for the portrait of Natasha he wanted to work on, to find Bucky staring at him. “Getting ready to sketch,” he answered.

“Did you forget we have plans?”

“No, but that’s this afternoon.”

Gently Bucky removed the photos from his hands. “Come on, punk, it is afternoon.”

Steve frowned, wondering how the day had gotten away from him. Still he allowed Bucky to help him store his pictures and supplies before the two lovers left the apartment.

Bucky had refused to tell Steve where they were going so the two chatted about what they had been doing as they walked. Steve had spent the day mired in his art while Bucky had traveled to visit Sam at the VA and then Tony at the Tower. He was full of stories about the different people he’d visited with at the VA, rotating his arm as they strolled.

“Is it bothering you?” Steve asked, indicating the metal arm. “I thought Stark was going to look at it.”

Bucky shook his head, confusing Steve. “Stark did look at it,” he clarified. “Stark made some adjustments and I’m not quite used to them yet. It just feels funny.” He smirked. “I think you’ll enjoy a couple of them. I have even more sensitivity now.”

Steve’s blue eyes darkened. “We don’t need to…” he started.

“We’re here,” Bucky broke in.

Steve looked up, studying the nondescript building for a minute and frowning at the Brooklyn Farmacy (http://www.brooklynfarmacyandsodafountain.com/ourstory/) sign, before realizing Bucky was holding the door for him. “What’s here?” he asked as he followed Bucky inside.


“Well, it’s not Bridge Apothecary,” Bucky admitted. “But they have egg creams, which Bridge doesn’t anymore.”

“You found a place that makes egg creams?” Steve asked as Bucky led him over to the counter.

“I’m not sure how good they are,” Bucky cautioned even as he ordered.

“I don’t care.” Steve reached over to grasp Bucky’s hand, feeling bold. “Just the idea that you found egg creams…”

“I hope they don’t disappoint.” Bucky tugged their hands down so there was room for the soda jerk to set down two glasses.

The young girl smiled at their joined hands, asking, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“No, thank you,” Bucky answered.

Steve pulled his glass closer, taking a long drink. He grinned at Bucky around his straw. “It’s not perfect,” he said, “but its pretty close.”


Thanks to chrismouse for finding me a pharmacy. And thanks Mr. Rogers’s Neighborhood (https://thingswithwings.dreamwidth.org/213805.html) for information about Steve’s childhood.

This didn’t quite work the way I intended, but hopefully you enjoyed.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, sharing Longboards after wrapping up a difficult case

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

“You did the best you could,” Steve said, handing Danny a Longboard. “You couldn’t save her and at least the last thing she saw wasn’t her kidnapper.”

“She was Grace’s age,” Danny said hollowly, even as he clutched at the bottle.

Steve wrapped his arms around the smaller man, nudging the beer bottle. “Drink up and then you should call our princess. Reassure yourself she’s all right.”

“But that little girl isn’t going home tonight.”

Steve’s arms tightened around Danny. “We did the best we could.”

“And what if our best wasn’t good enough?”

“Then we drink our beers and tomorrow we try again.”

“And if I can’t?”

“You retire and work full time with Steve’s,” Steve replied.

“Still not calling it that,” Danny grumbled, even as he finished off his beer and dug his phone out of his pocket, dialing as soon as it was free. His face lightened a bit as one of the most precious voices in his world answered. “Hey, Monkey,” he said. “How was your day?”

Steve listened to the steady rise and fall of Danny’s voice as he spoke. Without a word, he slipped his half-finished beer into Danny’s hand and went to fetch two more. They’d need it when Danny finished with his conversation.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, getting addicted to an alien beverage

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, hot cocoa on a cold day

Fill - A Cold Day

[rei382.livejournal.com]

Fandom - Fullmetal Alchemist
Ship - Roy Mustang/Edward Elric
/./

“There.”
Roy looked at the steaming beverage that suddenly appeared just under his nose. He smelled the sugar, mixed with the cocoa’s bitterness.
He didn’t drink hot cocoa since he was a child at Madam Christmas’ brothel; he switched to coffee in his early teens, being told by the girls that it was a ‘grown man’s drink’, and he could barely stand the sweetness of sugar by now. He raised his eyes to look at the owner of the metallic hand that offered him the drink.
“It’s cold outside.”
The gesture warmed his heart more than a beverage ever could.
/./

I'm sorry its so short^^" hope you liked it...

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, any, teaching soneone about bourbon

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Flarrowverse, any, tea

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony/any,my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

Not a fill

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

I was reading prompts between jobs and sitting in my car LAUGHING over this one.

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter or Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, any, hot buttered rum

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

any, any, 15 minutes late with Starbucks

FILL: Reyes Standard Time/Original Fic/868 Words/PG-13-ish/Part 1

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Hopefully a bit of original fic is okay with you. <3
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“You know he’s on my list, right?” Zayne glanced at his watch and sighed. “What the hell do you see in that slice of gingerbread anyway?”

Andrej lowered the paper he’d been reading and stared at his partner. “I have many reasons for liking him, Zayne, but I can see no reason for him to be ‘on your list’ right now.”

“He is late,” Zayne growled. “Fifteen minutes late, to be exact, and I need my coffee!”

“Maybe you should have stopped on your way in and gotten your own,” Trish taunted, holding up a familiar white paper cup. “I know better than to rely on anyone when it comes to my caffeine.”

“There isn’t a Starbucks near the house,” Zayne pouted. He dropped heavily into his chair.

“How on earth is that possible,” Hilary asked. “There are four within two miles of my house.”

“And Maxwell’s neighborhood isn’t nearly as fancy as yours is, Reyes.”

Zayne glared at the female detectives. “You can both stuff it. There’s one independent coffee shop that sells drinks in weird, beaker shaped bottles and another that is Harry Potter themed. Neither one is a god damned Starbucks.”

“Good lord,” James snorted, coming into the bullpen that served at homicide’s home base. “Is he always this cranky in the mornings, Andy?”

Zeklos shrugged. “Only when he refuses the coffee I make at home. He can be picky when he wants to be.”

“I picked you, didn’t I,” Zayne mumbled. “Him, on the other hand, I kind of got stuck with him.”

“Ya know, you might want to be a little kinder to me, cowboy,” James laughed. “You don’t have your coffee yet.”

“I really don’t like you right now,” Zayne said, holding a hand out. “Gimme. You’re already late.”

“I’m not late,” James said, handing an iced coffee to Andrej. “Your watch is fast.”

“It is not,” Zayne said, wiggling his fingers. “Now can I have my freaking latte?”

“Do you have any idea how out of character it is for you to even drink a latte, Reyes,” Trish joked. “Big, macho cowboy who likes a sweet, pretentious drink.”

“No one asked you,” Zayne said, not looking at her. “Can I have my damn drink, narco?”

“Look at your watch,” James said, still keeping possession of Reyes’ drink.

“Why?”

“Humor me,” James said.

Zayne glanced at his watch. “Eight twenty-three,” he said. “You’re now twenty-three minutes late with my coffee.”

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay (/John Sheppard), cold-brewed coffee

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, relaxing with a mug of salted caramel hot chocolate

Teen Wolf Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

The coffee shop was quiet at 3 pm in the afternoon that's why Stiles found it so peaceful sitting there with the sun on his face. He checked his cell for any texts and frowned when there were none. Tossing his phone on the table he pulled open his text book. The course on on feminist art had not been his first choice, but he'd needed an elective and this fit the bill. He was deep in reading when the waitress interrupted him to take his order.

With a smile he looked up at her. "Ah, I'll have a salted Caramel Hot Chocolate, please." He handed the waitress the menu with a 'thanks'. She turned on her heel and headed back to the kitchen to place his order. A few minutes later, she was back and placed the drink in front of him. He thanked her and went back to reading.

Stiles grabbed a pen and scribbled a few notes on the chapter he was reading. He glanced at his phone again, hoping that Derek had texted him by now. He frowned again when he saw that his phone was quiet and text free. With a sigh he went back to reading and taking notes. He glanced at his watched, wondering what time it was but not really caring.

Stiles reached for his drink, only to swipe at air. He looked up, expecting to see his drink on the table but it wasn't.

"Hmm, this is good. What flavor did you order?" Stiles looked over at the previously empty chair. Derek sat, sipping Stiles' drink. Derek gave him a sly smile and then took another sip of the drink.

"You know, that's supposed to be mine. I ordered it." Stiles said, with a slight pout.

Derek leaned forward as he placed the drink down on the table. He moved his chair close see to Stiles and grabbed Stiles by the front of his shirt pulling him closer. He watched as Stiles licked his lips in anticipation. Moving closer Derek crowded into Stiles' space and crashed his lips against Stiles'. They didn't pull apart from each other until the need to breathe was too great. Stiles look d at Derek and then down at the drink.

"Salted Caramel." He said coyly. "Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate to be precise."

Derek reached over and ran his thumb over Stiles' lips. "It's good, I like it. But, not as much as you."

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Clint Barton + Natasha Romanoff, he thinks it's hilarious that her favorite drink is a Red Russian cocktail

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Nine or Twelve +/ Any, favorite tea

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Any, Any+/Any, White Russians

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Any, Any+/Any, Barista! AU, "I said Passion Tea *Lemonade*!!".

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

bbc Sherlock, Gregory Lestrade+/Any, good scotch...but also really good hot chocolate

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Do you know how hard it is to find eggnog in July!?"

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

True blood, Eric nothman /Jason Stackhouse, blood

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

One direction rpf, harry styles /zayn mailk, tea time

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, benny /samandirel, red bull

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse, willow Rosenberg /Angel, mochas

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural rpf, Jensen Ackles /Jeffrey Dean Morgan, coffee