Thursday: brings Travel, Food, and Booze
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untldeathtakeme,your host for this week. I also appear to still have no idea what I'm doing - so let's get going! Today's prompts & fills deal with Travel, Food, Booze, or any combination of the above, in all their messy glory.
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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
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...
+ Supernatural, Crowley+/Any, what burns more than whiskey?
+BBC Sherlock, Any+/Any, no reservations
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bruce Banner+/Any, they say music calms the savage beast, but sometimes food does a whole lot better.
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2018 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
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tag=Travel, Food and Booze
untldeathtakeme,your host for this week. I also appear to still have no idea what I'm doing - so let's get going! Today's prompts & fills deal with Travel, Food, Booze, or any combination of the above, in all their messy glory.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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
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...
+ Supernatural, Crowley+/Any, what burns more than whiskey?
+BBC Sherlock, Any+/Any, no reservations
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bruce Banner+/Any, they say music calms the savage beast, but sometimes food does a whole lot better.
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2018 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
tag=Travel, Food and Booze
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Date: 2018-06-21 04:06 pm (UTC)Crowley/Dean Fill
Date: 2018-06-22 02:11 pm (UTC)He sighed and glared down into his glass. “Squirrel, what the Hell have you done to me?” he muttered. He’d never felt anything that hurt this much in his life, and he knew he had the Winchesters entirely to blame for it. They’d wanted to humanize him, the damn twerps, and they’d succeeded in doing so more than he was ever going to let them know, especially Dean. He’d never admit aloud that the mortal had such power over him.
He slung the remaining whiskey down the back of his throat and slammed the glass on the table again. “MORE!” he roared. When no one came running to refill his glass, he bellowed again, “OR I’LL TAKE MORE OF YOU MORONS TO KILL!” That made three scamper to his aid. Each one held a bottle of whiskey. One filled his glass while the other two stuck the tiny umbrellas he normally liked into them.
“BOLLOCKS!” Crowley roared. They jumped, trembling pathetically from the tops of their heads through to the very bottoms of their soles. He snatched two of the bottles of whiskey and vanished. It was time he went to find some mortals the Winchesters didn’t know about to slaughter. He needed some good fun, an actual release, and although the whiskey wasn’t working tonight, he still took it along for the ride.
Some bloody something somewhere was going to get that damn Squirrel out of his system -- or, at least, he’d get so knackered along the way he’d no longer be thinking, remembering what Dean’s touches felt like and how much it burned to be without him and know that he’d never win his love or even his admiration! It was a crying shame he couldn’t just force the human to love him. He could do so so very easily, and had at one point, but it just wasn’t the same. He knew the difference too damn well. He didn’t want Dean to just love him because he forced him to.
He ached for him to choose him over his brother, over doing the right, over bloody Angel, over everything, and Crowley knew he never would. “Bloody gits,” he muttered as he started striking down every mortal he saw, but he knew the sad truth was he was the bloody git and there was no fixing this damn mess. He roared and slayed, and still he loved. And inside of him, in a part that wasn’t supposed to exist but which the damn hunters had somehow found a way to make a work again, in his deep, no-longer-as-black soul and his heart, Crowley cried.
The End
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Date: 2018-06-21 04:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-21 04:07 pm (UTC)Tony/Bruce Fill (LOL!)
Date: 2018-06-22 01:28 pm (UTC)Turning and twisting in the air, Tony shot again just as the Hulk roared. Another burger sailed into his mouth. He stopped and chewed slowly as Tony took another patty out of his suit and started heating it up with a tiny laser. He was just barely keeping the Hulk chilled enough that he hadn’t seriously hurt anyone, but with the other Avengers gone on a mission, and Tony himself having been injured in battle recently, this wasn’t looking promising.
“Come on! Come on!” Hulk roared again, and Tony shot the patty into his mouth and pulled out another one. Looking into that compartment of his suit, he groaned. “Damn.” It was his last one. Any minute now and --
He looked down as he heard squealing tires. “Well, it’s about damn time,” he muttered. He shot the last patty into the hulking beast’s mouth and shot down where Pepper was just beginning to climb out of her car. “No! Don’t stop! Just give me those and go! Get outta here!” He grabbed the boxes and couldn’t help muttering, “What took you so long, any way?”
“They were closed!”
“Of course they wouldn’t stay open for a rampaging Hulk!”
“Well, who would have thought that that would stop him?!”
Tony blinked, ignoring the water that somehow suddenly jumped into his vision in his helmet. He looked again at the “monster”. “I know the guy behind the green,” he reminded her. “He’ll do anything for these.” He flew open again, opened the first box, took out the pie, and threw it as hard and as fast as he could into the Hulk’s mouth.
Hulk stopped roaring, shut his mouth, and slowly chewed. He lowered the building he’d just lifted. He chewed each bite slowly, savoring the taste until the last before looking up at the tiny man in the brightly colored suit. “MORE!” he demanded.
“You got it, buddy!” Tony agreed readily in the Iron Man’s metallic voice. He shot pie after pie into the Hulk’s mouth, and he slowly began to decrease in size and anger with each bite he took. He waited only until the monster’s mouth was empty before he shot another one into him. His muscles began to fade. Green began to turn to white, and Tony grinned. “Goal!” he exclaimed, his mustache twitching happily.
Soon Bruce, in all his naked glory, was gazing up at him, still slowly chewing and savoring the last bite of caramel cheesecake. Tony flew down and opened his visor. “Feeling better?” he grinned at him. “You were a regular Snickers commercial there for a minute.”
“You stopped him,” Bruce marvelled aloud, looking at him. “And there’s not a scratch on you!”
“Not a scratch,” Tony confirmed, grinning smugly. He took off his helmet and stepped closer.
“How did you -- ? And why am I tasting cheesecake?”
Tony just laughed and laughed. “Come here, you,” he said, drawing his boyfriend into his arms and hugging him tightly. Thank God for cheesecake!
The End
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Date: 2018-06-21 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-21 04:11 pm (UTC)Fill: SGA
Date: 2018-06-21 09:18 pm (UTC)Teyla stopped futzing with John's hair. "One day, John, I will find a product to tame the beast."
John gave his hair and makeup assistant a charismatic grin. "The beast, also known as the hair on my head, refuses to be tamed. Besides, the audience loves it. It makes me look roguish."
Evan, his producer, appeared at Teyla's side. "It sure makes you look like something - I don't know if roguish is the right word. Maybe -"
"Lorne."
Evan smiled innocently. "Yes, sir? Are you ready to shoot?"
John glanced at Teyla, who nodded reluctantly.
"Teyla says yes. Where's Ronon at?"
Evan gestured over his shoulder. "Arguing with McKay about who knows what."
"Go get them, will you? We're losing light and I want to get this shot in before the sun goes down and the streetlights go on."
"On it."
Evan jogged across the street to where a muscular, bearded man with dreadlocks stood, towering over a shorter man with a receding hairline. Even though it was obvious who would win in that fight, the shorter man appeared to be wearing down the other man's patience. Finally, after a firm scolding from Evan, the two of them crossed the street toward John.
"Ready?" John asked, hoping to ease the tension.
"No," both of them said at once.
"Can we please resolve this quarrel, gentleman? This is where I want to do the opening shot. Let's get it done."
"I'm fine with it," the taller man said. "It's Rodney who has the problem."
"Look, Ronon, just because I understand sound engineering and you don't doesn't mean I have a problem, in fact, that sounds like you have the problem because I know what I'm talking about whereas you just point the camera and -"
"Enough, Rodney."
Rodney stopped mid-sentence, his mouth now a thin line. "Fine. If the sound is garbage, you know who to blame. Spoilers, it's not me."
"Go get your boom mic so you can prove us wrong." John smiled, and he could see some tension dissipate from Rodney's shoulders. Appealing to Rodney's ego always seemed to get him to calm down. That, and all the food the crew got to eat after the shoot, provided it was free of any citrus-like elements.
Ronon and Rodney begrudgingly set up the camera equipment in front of John. It only took them a few minutes since the team was always on the move, and they'd learned to work together efficiently over the years despite any differences they had between them. John looked past the two of them and saw Teyla waving at him while Evan gently encouraged onlookers to move along.
"Ready, John." Ronon grumbled.
John made eye contact with Rodney, and Rodney nodded, holding the boom mic up over his head. It was show time.
"Hi, I'm John Sheppard, and welcome to another episode of Gateway to Escape. I'm sitting in front of a hole-in-the-wall restaurant named Atlantis, a hidden gem in a city made for tourists..."
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Date: 2018-06-21 04:17 pm (UTC)Fill featuring Stucky baby Sarah 1/2
Date: 2018-06-24 04:31 am (UTC)"Yes, sir. Calling Doctor Frowns-a-lot."
Tony kept bouncing the toddler on his hip. It was making her giggle, and the longer he kept a smile on baby Sarah's face, the better.
"Have you found me somebody to love yet?" Stephen's voice echoed, and the sound of his baritone voice sent a calming wave through Tony's body. The bastard.
"Is that really your ringtone for me?"
"Yes. What's going on?"
"So, um, couple of things. I know you said you weren't coming over tonight because you were busy doing sorcerer-related things, but Steve just dropped off Sarah for me to babysit and I might be kind of sort of slightly panicking."
The line went dead.
"Wow, thank you Stephen, thanks a lot -"
A portal opened five feet away from him and Stephen stepped through it.
"Why didn't you just say you were coming over?"
Stephen shrugged. "You said you were panicking."
"Whatever. Help me."
Stephen walked over and took Sarah out of Tony's arms. "Hiiiiii cutie. Was Uncle Tony being mean to you?"
"You know I can hear you, right?"
Stephen nodded his head but kept looking at Sarah, who was laughing and pawing at Stephen's facial hair.
"She seems fine to me. Why were you panicking?"
Tony scoffed. "Because I'm bad at...tiny humans."
Stephen rolled his eyes. "If you gave yourself a chance, I think you might be surprised."
Tony shrugged his shoulders. "Should we feed her?"
"I think she's fine for now. Let's watch some youth-oriented educational programming and see how that goes."
"Do you mean... The Wiggles?"
Stephen nodded and walked toward the living room. Tony buried his face in his hands and scrubbed at his skin.
"Lord, see me through this."
After a couple of hours of watching The Wiggles and taking turns bouncing on Uncle Stephen and Uncle Tony's knees, Sarah was starting to get a tiny bit fussy.
"Okay. Food. Food for a baby. What do babies eat, Doctor?"
"Didn't Steve leave you a diaper bag with supplies?" Stephen asked.
"Oh. Right." Tony fished around in the bag and pulled out a pouch at random. "This says Banana, Strawberry, Raspberry, and Mixed Grain. That sounds...healthy. I guess."
Stephen was sitting on a bar stool and had Sarah perched on the counter with her legs dangling off the side. Tony twisted off the cap to the pouch and handed it to the toddler. She grasped it in both hands and started sucking on the spout. Stephen reached out and gave the packet a slight squeeze.
Whether it was the banana or berries or mixed grains, the pout that came over Sarah's face indicated that she did not like it one bit. She pulled the spout from her mouth and gave the pouch a hard squeeze, pureed fruit squirting up and into her hair, on her clothes, and on the counter.
"This is going well." Tony said, sighing.
After two more failed attempts at different pouches of food, Sarah finally settled on the Apple, Purple Carrot, and Blueberry with Yogurt. About a third of it still ended up all over Sarah's face and on the counter though. She giggled happily at the two dazed, fruit-covered people in front of her and slapped the empty pouch on the counter over and over again.
"It's a good thing you're cute, you know." Tony said, his voice resigned.
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Date: 2018-06-21 04:19 pm (UTC)Not a fill, but
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From:Fill -- Dinner ala Trixie
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Date: 2018-06-21 04:30 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: OT4
Date: 2018-06-24 03:10 am (UTC)John rolled his eyes and nudged Rodney with his foot under the table. “I used to eat here all the time. Never got sick.”
“Yes, well, some of us don’t have super human immune systems.”
“Some of us are hypochondriacs.” Ronon poked him in the shoulder.
“I am sure it will be fine,” Teyla said mildly. She was carefully studying the menu, lips moving just a little as she sounded out unfamiliar words. She pointed to one of the words and looked at John.
“Guacamole. It’s a kind of spread made from vegetables.”
“And you don’t want to order it in a place like this,” Rodney interjected. “You need to go to a really good Mexican place if you want guac that’s not disgusting.”
The purple-haired teenage waitress returned with their milkshakes and sodas, and tucked the tray under her arm so she could take their orders. Everyone looked at John.
“The big guy is going to have the Cowboy Burger, medium rare, extra bacon. Grilled chicken salad for Teyla, no onions, ranch dressing.”
Rodney was nodding along. “What about me?”
“Blue plate special,” John replied with a grin. “Extra gravy. And he’s deathly allergic to citrus, so make sure there’s no contamination.”
“Noted. And for you?” the waitress asked, sounding bored and unimpressed.
“Turkey club,” Rodney said.
“Extra pickle,” Ronon added, waggling his eyebrows and making John blush.
“On toasted sourdough bread,” Teyla said.
“Gotcha.” The waitress finished writing in her pad and walked away.
They turned their attention to the milkshakes, Ronon bypassing the straw to take a big swallow out of the glass. He grunted and took another taste.
“Not bad.”
Sometimes there were smoothies available in the Mess, but never milkshakes. Which was why John had wanted Teyla and Ronon to try them.
“Okay,” Rodney said. “Now I understand why you dragged us here. This is amazing!”
“Never doubt your team leader,” John replied smugly.
“Have you tried this variety?” Teyla asked, holding her glass out to John.
They all ended up sharing around their milkshakes, trying the different flavors, and when Teyla pressed a kiss to John’s cheek her lips were cold.
“What are we trying for dinner?” Ronon asked.
“Rodney’s in charge of that,” John replied.
Rodney wiped off his milkshake moustache and added the dirty napkin to the steadily growing pile at his elbow. “I’ll probably regret this, but we’re doing formal dining tonight. Which means you’ll need to wear a suit, Conan.”
Ronon shrugged. “I look good in a suit.”
Rodney turned to look at him and licked his lips. “I bet you do.”
If they hadn’t been on Earth in a diner that could conceivably be visited by SGC employees, Ronon and Rodney might’ve shared a kiss. But they had to be careful so instead of a kiss Ronon’s hand dropped below the table and Rodney jerked in his seat, cheeks pinking.
When the food came they all picked off each other’s plates and even Rodney, who normally huddled protectively over his plate, let the others have a taste of his meatloaf and mashed potatoes.
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Date: 2018-06-21 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-21 04:58 pm (UTC)I thought that drinking just to get drunk
Was a waste of precious booze
But now I know that there's a time
And there's a place where I can choose
To walk the fine line between
Self-control and self-abuse
(Barenaked Ladies - Alcohol)
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