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Tuesday: Breakfast

Hi, everybody! I'm Doctor Nic- I mean, with_rainfall, your host for the week.
Today's theme is breakfast.

Rules:
No spoilers in a prompt.
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your fic has spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces

Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt

Examples:
SPN, any angel(s), the usual arguments over breakfast
Big Bang Theory, Penny/Leonard, working the breakfast shift

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ravenspear
May. 1st, 2012 12:53 pm (UTC)
Avengers Movieverse; Tony/Bruce; for all his technical genius, Tony cannot, for his life, manage to make unburnt toast.
icarus_chained
May. 1st, 2012 05:32 pm (UTC)
Balm for the Soul
Tony cannot, for the life of him, make a decent slice of toast. It's something that Bruce finds ... rather more amusing than he should.

In part, he thinks, because it's not always Tony's usual 'absent-minded genius' thing. Which is not to say Tony doesn't, say, put some in the toaster and then have a thought, and promptly forget about the thing. That wouldn't be at all bad, because the thing with toasters? Or at least, with Tony's toasters? You can programme them. They pop. You don't have to actually watch them. Which means that the products of Tony's absent-minded professor routine aren't charred carbon, they're stone cold instead, at least by the time he notices them. (And providing he hasn't absently knocked the dial from 'lightly done' to 'carbonised').

If you wanted Tony to burn the toast ... Well. For that you needed a Tony who'd already tried the toaster route, and wanted to reheat the toast, or a Tony who had decided that toasters were for lesser mortals anyway. A Tony who'd spent his life getting what he wanted by the shortest possible route, who wanted something hot, and at the same, a Tony who'd spent most of his waking life living in a workshop and working with metals, and who's best friend was, consequently, an acetelyne torch.

There are times Bruce wonders if Tony realises there's a reason Dummy is always so trigger-happy with the fire-extinguisher. Or that there is a reason Bruce always tries to be present for breakfast, and that is, because it's the funniest time of the day, and there are days Bruce needs that like he needs air, and science, and an exact knowledge of where all the fire blankets are chez Stark. Days when the world is closing in on him, and the monster under his skin is riding close, and he just ... wants something small, and simple, and real, like a dripping Tony Stark holding a blackened, sodden lump of ex-toast, and glaring at Dummy for all he's worth.

There are times when Tony Stark is good for the soul, is what he's saying. Often, the same times you need to have a fire-extinguisher handy, but ... Well. As Tony would say, that's all part of his charm.

Bruce isn't ever going to admit it, but ... there are times he kind of agrees.
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menomegirl
May. 1st, 2012 12:55 pm (UTC)
Leverage/SPN, Alec Hardison/Charlie Bradbury, breakfast after a long night's work (because there's more in life than orange soda and gummy worms)
samueljames
May. 1st, 2012 12:56 pm (UTC)
Hawaii Five-0, Danny/Steve, "Danny, breakfast is fruit, oatmeal or maybe an egg-white omelette. It is not that heart attack on a plate that you're practically orgasmic over."
theeverdream
May. 1st, 2012 11:49 pm (UTC)
Danny splutters "orgasmic? I'll have you know I am way more vocally appreciative of sex than breakfast. While I do like my food, a man has to have his priorities straight."

And Steve practically chokes, his brain stuttering over an image of Danny spread out naked on his sheets, happy and relaxed and golden in the morning light.

He's not sure if he thinks it or if he begs Danny in a whisper: come to bed with me....
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samueljames
May. 1st, 2012 01:01 pm (UTC)
Life on Mars, Sam/Annie, "Is it sexist to say that I like watching you make breakfast while wearing my shirt?"
classics_lover
May. 1st, 2012 08:31 pm (UTC)
Micro-Mini-fill
"Is it sexist to say that I like watching you make breakfast while wearing my shirt?"

She looks over her shoulder, taking her eyes off the sizzling pan and winks at Sam.

"Only if it's sexist to say you look even better nude!"
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mandraco
May. 1st, 2012 01:01 pm (UTC)
Supernatural, Sam/Lucifer, French Toast.
mandraco
May. 1st, 2012 01:02 pm (UTC)
Supernatural, John (+ Dean & Sam), Lucky Charms.
clwilson2006
May. 1st, 2012 01:16 pm (UTC)
SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Marmalade on Toast
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draycevixen
May. 1st, 2012 02:51 pm (UTC)

Things had come to a head in Caracas, when he’d known, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Illya was dead.

He’d endured twelve hours of feeling like someone was trying to scrape out his chest with a dull coffee spoon before Illya had limped in to their hotel room, covered in grime and smelling like year old fish, the consequence of exiting an exploding building by way of a sewer pipe.

Illya hadn’t made it to the shower. Tackled to the carpet, Illya had stared up at him, a small smirk forming. He’d kissed that smirk right off Illya’s face before giving him head, both for the first time.

He’d woken up alone on the carpet, taken a shower and dressed and then tracked Illya to the hotel restaurant where he was eating a substantial breakfast. He’d been disappointed, but not surprised, by Illya’s apparent amnesia regarding any event beyond the completion of the previous day’s mission.

He’d made his move, even confessed his feelings in halting whispers in the sanctuary the dark hotel room had provided, his fervent hope that he wasn’t alone in this. He had nothing to regret, no ‘what if...?’ left to torture him. He excused himself to go and call Waverly from their hotel room.

He’d just put away the communicator when Illya walked in to their room.

“I am hungry, Napoleon.”

“But you just...” his words faded as Illya wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and tripped him up, controlling their fall to the carpet.

“Now where were we? Ah, yes.” Illya bent down and kissed him before sitting back up to work on Napoleon’s tie and shirt buttons. “You are an idiot, Napoleon, we are partners and you are never alone in anything.”
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rattyjol
May. 1st, 2012 02:23 pm (UTC)
Supernatural, Dean +/ Cas, teaching Cas how to eat cereal without spilling
mandatorily
May. 1st, 2012 02:28 pm (UTC)
Sherlock, Sherlock/John, Sherlock will eat breakfast only if John brings it to him in bed.
mandatorily
May. 1st, 2012 02:33 pm (UTC)
Harry Potter, Neville/Luna, Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. - Lewis Carroll
mahmfic
May. 1st, 2012 03:07 pm (UTC)
Any, Any, breakfast for dinner
classics_lover
May. 1st, 2012 08:12 pm (UTC)
"Dude, you got brinner?"
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mahmfic
May. 1st, 2012 03:09 pm (UTC)
Any, Any, it's not as good as how my mother made it
dawnangel14
May. 1st, 2012 06:16 pm (UTC)
Fill (The Hangover, Phil/Alan)
Alan stared down at the bowl of cereals in front of him in confusion. Then he looked up, the other man's face covered by the newspaper.

"Come on, eat" Phil finally said, putting the paper down. "We'll be late."

"I don't like it."

"What?" Phil frowned. "You ate that thing all the time."

"It's not how my mother made it."

Phil stared blankly at him. Alan did not even blink; his statement was truly serious.

"It's just a bowl of Froot Loops" snapped Phil.

"It's not as good" replied Alan seriously. "My mother made it with Lucky Charms. It was awesome."

There was a pause as Phil processed his words. He knew living with Alan would be difficult, since it was the first time in his life Alan was living away from his parents, the first time he didn't have his momo and dad to satisfy his every need. He had to be independant now... which seemed quite unlikely after this situation.

"Hey Phil, do we have waffles?" asked Alan.

"No, we have cereal."

"I see" a pause. "Hey, can we get waffles?"

"Just eat your damn breakfast, Alan."
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mahmfic
May. 1st, 2012 03:10 pm (UTC)
Any, Any, jam vs jelly
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mahmfic
May. 1st, 2012 03:11 pm (UTC)
Any, Any, If you make my eggs sunny side up I will destroy you.
amles80
May. 1st, 2012 07:36 pm (UTC)
Fill - Heroes, Peter/Sylar, Sunny Side (pg)
”Gabriel, you’re up!”

Peter smiled, but the man formely known as Sylar (some people still called him that but Peter prefered Gabriel) only grunted something that could be interpreted as ’shut up’.

“I tried to wake you”, Peter said, “but you wouldn’t move.”

Peter’s lover (dressed only in his underwear) still refused to speak coherently and Peter shrugged and turned back to his breakfast plate. Gabriel was always in a bad mood in the mornings and Peter had learned not to take it personally.

Peter had already eaten egg and bacon and was now eating a bowl with milk and cereals. He learned to eat a steady breakfast when he was little and that was one of the childhood habits he had kept (during times when circumstances allowed) during the years.

“You and your disgusting sugary stuff”, Gabriel snorted. He despised Peter’s favorite cereals with a passion.

“I can make you some eggs”, Peter offered. “I would have saved you some, but I didn’t know when you were planning on getting up, and they would be cold by now anyway.”

Gabriel shivered at the thought of cold fried eggs.

“Thanks”, he said. “I’d love some eggs… but remember, if you make my eggs sunny side up I will destroy you.”

Peter didn’t reply to the comment; he had heard it before, and although he didn’t really think Gabriel would kill him, he saw no reason to force him to eat something he didn’t like.

As he cracked the eggs into the frying pan he wondered what was so terrible with ‘the sunny side’. It was not about a general dislike of sunshine, he knew that much. It must have something to do with the yolk, he thought. If an egg was fried with the sunny side up, then the yolk was still running; if you put your fork in it, the yellow spread over the plate…

Although an egg yolk is yellow, Peter supposed that there was something about it that reminded the man formerly known as Sylar about things he had done in the past; things he could never undo or repay, or forget…

Well, Peter thought, the least I can do is to let him eat his breakfast in peace and let an egg be an egg.
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