yurishippingolympics | BONUS ROUND 4

Letting the food you're cooking burn because you're too distracted thinking about her

"You should stop doing that, it's not good for you."
"And when has lactose intolerance ever stopped anyone from drinking milk?"

Hero is sitting down to eat a meal but then some villain/bad guy causes a commotion and Hero has to go stop them

No food time...
(Could be a hero squad eating a meal together or hero eating alone or hero eating with civilian friend/partner)

Food-related terms of endearment (e.g. Honey, Cupcake, Sweet Pea)

Ship: OC x OC
Word count: 157

“Honey, how was your day?” “Cupcake, are you hungry?” “Sweet Pea, guess what happened today!”

At this point, Alana was surprised with all the food nicknames Emery could come up for her. She didn’t really mind it but if someone was going to have a food nickname, shouldn’t it be Emery? Not that it mattered that much.

She held Emery’s hand and stroked it with her thumb. Emery beamed and turned towards her. “Hey, Muffin, if you had to pick a food nickname for me, what would it be?”

Alana’s face scrunched up as she concentrated. “...Blood Orange?”

“Um… isn’t that a little… too on the nose?” Emery gave an awkward smile. “Sorry but it’s not even a cute name. And it’s a mouthful.”

“Isn’t Honey Butter Biscuit also a mouthful?”

Emery coughed. “Well, that’s different! Doesn’t it just sound sweeter than Blood Orange?”

Alana relented. She supposed she should try to think of something else then.

Character A teaching Character B what plants are edible and which ones are very much so not

Ship: Tori x Hajime from Ensemble Stars (femstars/genderbent)
Word count: 418

Tori followed after Hajime, the witch turning back every so often to make sure that she was still keeping up. “We’re just going to pick a few herbs today,” Hajime said. Tori hummed in agreement.

She never would have thought that she, the princess, would be assisting a witch in a forest but since Hajime had kindly taken her in when she was lost, Tori had to help in some way. It would take at least another week until she could leave.

This forest had magic imbued down to all the roots so it constantly changed. Until the forest organized itself back into the original pathways that Tori had taken, she should try not to be too much of a burden on Hajime.

Hajime insisted that Tori was a guest and didn’t need to help, but Tori didn’t like sitting around doing nothing while Hajime worked. So they were on another foraging trip in the forest, the both of them holding baskets in their hands.

The witch pointed to a plant on the ground, with multiple leaves shaped like ovals in varying sizes lined up next to each other. “This is purslane. It’s edible and tastes like a lemon.” She pulled it out and held it closer to Tori to examine. “Check the sap and make sure it’s clear.” Hajime demonstrated it, snapping off part of a stem. The end of it exuded the clear sap.

“There’s another plant, spurge, that looks a lot like it but it’s poisonous. That one has a milky white sap and the leaves are flatter.”

Tori nodded, noting it down in her head. She grabbed a similar plant from the ground and broke the stem, holding it to her eye. There was a bit of clear sap at the end. She placed the purslane in her basket.

The two of them continued in this manner with Hajime pointing out all of the edible plants and how to tell the difference between those and the poisonous lookalikes. Tori felt safe under Hajime’s guidance.

Once she left the forest and went back home, she could tell Yuzuru about everything she learned. That excitement dropped when she thought back to Hajime, who had been nothing but kind to her.

She didn’t want to stop seeing her new friend– and crush but Tori didn’t want to rush their relationship. As they walked back to Hajime’s cottage, Tori thought about how to bring this up with her. She hoped that the witch felt the same as her.

Sharing food as an act of defiance

pint night where a bunch of friends/partners just eat a whole bunch of ice cream from multiple pints

from instagram
Caption: from $2 pints of beer in college to BYO ice cream pint with the girlies

Everyone else you know was born with their powers or got them in a cool way like a freak lab experiment or being struck by lightning. How did you get yours? You're pretty sure it was something you ate.

Therefore You and Me by Kiwi

Some lyrics:
"Hole in the pot
Curry with no meat
It's not filled up because
There're seconds to have?"

"You are love itself!"

"Therefore
You and me, you and me
You and me, lovey-dovey
As a result of loving
As a result of forgetting"

The moon is actually made of green cheese

Ship: Akarsha x Noelle from Butterfly Soup
Word count: 170

“The moon is actually made of green cheese,” Akarsha mumbled. At this point, Noelle was used to Akarsha’s sudden ramblings in the middle of the night. It was one of the many habits she got used to – and was secretly fond of – when they started living together.

Noelle didn’t really get how Akarsha kept thinking of these random things. “Go back to sleep.” Noelle pulled the blanket up more.

Still in a sleepy daze, Akarsha continued. “What if we have a wedding on the moon? The guests can eat moon cheese and we’ll save on money for the banquet.”

“Isn’t green cheese bad?” Noelle could only imagine moldy cheese. Green cheese didn’t sound appetizing at all.

“Frenchman, how do you not know what green cheese is? Lucky for you, I am a cheese connoisseur. Do you think blue cheese is just entirely blue too? Like electric blue?”

Noelle was not that sleepy now. “There’s blue cheese?” This prompted Akarsha to ramble about cheese until the both of them fell asleep.

Biting

Nina and Bride from Creature Commandos <333

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The KFC double down

Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker

Catastrophe: the place where you’ve been getting the same thing for lunch every day for ages just changed its menu.

Ship: OC x OC
Word count: 952

Catastrophe. Oh, what an absolute catastrophe. Lilith gripped her hands tighter on the menu, feeling the smooth plastic laminating it. She glared at it as if doing so would make the contents on it change.

There was light chatter in the diner as other customers ate lunch. Lilith sat at a booth by herself, still giving the menu a death glare. She had been coming to this place for the past couple of days for lunch. Lilith was fond of the milkshakes and the pancakes and didn’t care that those weren’t items that were typically eaten for lunch.

What in the world were the owners thinking to change the menu now? Now there was a breakfast menu and a lunch menu set at designated times. The current menu consisted of hamburgers, fries, chicken nuggets, etc.

Lilith was not in the mood to eat any of those things. She wanted her cinnamon swirl pancakes that she could pour maple syrup all over and a classic vanilla milkshake. It would be very rude to just get up and leave but the longer she sat in the booth, the stronger she had the urge to break something.

So Lilith got up and left. The waiters were still tending to other customers so it probably wasn’t that big of a deal. She wondered if she should find another place to eat but she didn’t feel like it. She had wanted to go to this specific diner with specific menu items in mind but if she tried to go anywhere else, she’d likely just be disappointed.

She figured she should go back home but somehow she found herself at Brennan’s house. It wasn’t that far from her own place. She supposed it was out of habit. Lilith rang the doorbell and waited. It was summer so Brennan was likely at home. Or who knows, maybe she was stalking her crush.

Lilith shrugged to herself. She gave herself a much needed break from trying to set the two of them up. It wasn’t like there was a deadline that they had to get together by. There was a faint sound of footsteps that became louder as they got closer.

The door opened and Brennan stared at her with wide eyes. She had bedhead and was dressed in a simple shirt and shorts. Cute.

Lilith smiled, a glint in her eyes. “Aw, did I wake you from your sleep? If now’s not a good time, I can come back later.”

Brennan’s face flushed a bright red. “N-no, you can come in…” Lilith did exactly that, brushing past Brennan. She took her shoes off and placed them next to a bunch of other shoes on a shoe rack.

She immediately made herself at home– they’d known each other since they were kids, after all– and flopped onto the couch. Once Brennan sat next to her, keeping some distance between them, Lilith sighed rather theatrically and proceeded to complain about the diner. “They changed the menu with no warning whatsoever. Unbelievable.”

Lilith was really just passing the time. After a couple more words– and admiring Brennan’s endearing bedhead– she would just go back to her house and continue brainstorming other ways for Brennan to get with her crush. That girl was rather hopeless without her. She was barely making that much progress even with all of Lilith’s efforts.

“Um,” Brennan interrupted her thoughts. “I could make those for you.” She panicked under Lilith’s stare. “I-if you want! It wouldn’t be the best–”

“Sure,” Lilith replied. She smiled, one of her typical smiles that seemed to unnerve most of her classmates, but not Brennan. “Want me to help?”

Brennan gulped and jumped up. “Nope, you’re a guest! Just sit tight and I’ll have everything done in a couple of minutes. Lilith chuckled under her breath as Brennan ran to the kitchen. Brennan was too eager to please others. She was lucky that Lilith was always nearby to ward off any cruel classmates who might want to take advantage of her.

In ten minutes, Brennan came back to the living room with a tray holding a plate of steaming hot pancakes and a milkshake in a glass. Lilith’s eyes widened a bit. She figured that she’d just get a pancake or two.

She moved to the dining table and sat down as Brennan placed the tray in front of her. Brennan took a few steps back and gazed at her in anticipation with big, sparkling eyes. Like a dog wanting to be praised.

Lilith let out a little breath of air and cut a slice of the pancakes with a knife and fork. She stabbed a piece with her fork and brought it to her mouth. It was sweet, with plenty of maple syrup and some cinnamon as per her tastes.

She peered at the milkshake that even had whipped cream on it and took a sip. It was also sweet. Even if it had just been ice cream and milk thrown into a blender, she liked it.

She hummed a bit. “This is good,” she said.
Brennan brightened. “Really?”

Lilith really couldn’t stop imagining a dog wagging her tail at her. Well, she would continue to take care of this adorable classmate of hers. Even if Brennan stopped needing her, Lilith would always be close by.

“Yes, thank you.” Lilith smiled again. She pierced another chunk of pancakes with her fork and held it out to Brennan. “Come now, you should eat some of it too. You’re the one who made it.”
Brennan blushed but leaned in and took a bite. She chewed, rather happy with the results of her cooking as well. Yeah, Lilith did not want to leave anytime soon.

One character is eating something sticky and keeps having to lick it off their fingers, and it's got another character thinking about their hands.

Ship: OC x OC
Word count: 320

“Ah.” Emery heard her girlfriend mutter something, her footsteps halting. Emery turned back towards Alana. “Something wrong?”

Alana frowned at the ice cream dripping from the cone onto her hands. A few drops had splattered on the sidewalk. “I should’ve gotten a cup instead.”

Emery gave a smile out of pity. It was a hot day so she doubted that a cup would have helped. Her own ice cream would have melted into a sweet soup if she hadn’t scarfed it down already. Alana had stared in disbelief when she finished her ice cream much earlier. “Aren’t you human?” she had asked to Emery’s amusement.

Alana stared at the ice cream now, disappointed. She brought a hand to her mouth, her fingers sticky with ice cream, and licked them. Emery gulped, her face already turning into multiple shades of red.

Her girlfriend lacked the awareness to realize the effect this was having on her. Alana kept licking her fingers, trying to stop the ice cream from its path down her wrists. Emery wished that was her…

She immediately shook her head, trying to clear her mind out of the gutter. She opened her bag and shuffled through her belongings. Emery could have sworn she had tissues in there somewhere. She pulled a small package of them out and opened it, handing a few to Alana.

Alana thanked her and started wiping her hands. She was done eating her ice cream. Although Emery wouldn’t have minded continuing to watch, she reminded herself that she had to be more reliable than that. Even if the sight was nice… and it was cute how Alana was licking like a cat grooming itself…

Emery smacked her forehead. No. Stop it. Alana tilted her head at the sight. “You good?”

“Oh yup, all uh peachy and swell here.” Emery flashed a smile and grabbed Alana’s hand. It was still sticky. “Let’s go to my place.”

Proposing at restaurants repeatedly to get free food only to eventually have a real proposal.

Eating something that reminds you of someone you don't or can't talk to anymore and bursting into tears.

Trying to convince someone to eat when they're sick and have no sense of taste.

Ship: OC x OC
Word count: 511

Brennan coughed again and it turned into another coughing fit. She tried to get it all out before taking a gulp of water from the glass at her bedside table. Now was not the time to start choking on water.

She glanced at her phone. 1:41 pm. Having gotten sick of staying in bed, Brennan put her feet on the cold floorboards. She didn’t feel like eating but she knew she should. Maybe if she stared long enough at the food in the fridge, something would look appetizing.

The house was quiet since her dad had long since left for work. Even if he was home, he never really acknowledged her. She was rather used to the background noise of the television as he watched sports teams, more fixated on that screen than his own daughter.

Brennan opened the fridge and the light shone on inside. As she stared at the food, covered in plastic wrap, none of it looked appetizing. At least she tried. She sat down on the couch and just stared into space. Maybe she’d try again once her stomach grumbled.

The door bell rang and she flinched. It couldn’t have been her dad. So there was only one other person who came to mind. She blushed and jumped off from the couch. Her feet slapped on the cold floor as she ran to the doorway.

With a swing of the door, she greeted Lilith. “H-hi.”

Lilith stood there in the doorway, as beautiful as always. Her clothes were as pristine as she was, a turtleneck sweater and a coat. She held a bag in one hand.

Brennan had a questioning look as she stared at the bag but moved aside to let Lilith in. “Um, I’m a bit sick right now but if our teachers wanted you to pass something, I can take it.”

At this, Lilith smiled. “It’s not homework.” She slipped off her shoes and walked to the dining table, placing the bag down. She pulled out a plastic container full of something. Brennan squinted. Then her eye widened.

“Rice porridge?” she asked while Lilith grabbed a spoon from a drawer. She really was used to visiting Brennan’s house.

“Yes, I tried to make it like your mother did.” Lilith pushed the container towards her. “I bet you haven’t eaten anything yet. Go on.”

Brennan felt her throat getting tighter. Tears were threatening to pour out. She grabbed the spoon and scooped some porridge into her mouth. It was still warm. “Thank you,” she said under her breath.

Lilith gently ruffled her hair. “You have to eat something, right? I figured this would be the easiest to eat.”

Brennan had a small smile. They had known each other as kids but it was a touching reminder that Lilith remembered all these small details about her. Like how she never felt like eating anything when she was sick except her mom’s rice porridge. Lilith hadn’t cooked it exactly like how Brennan’s mom did but it was still warm and lingered in her heart and stomach.

Eating something late at night they probably shouldn't, getting weird or upsetting nightmares, and accidentally waking up their partner because they can't fall asleep.

Walking their partner through the process of preparing an old family recipe.

Getting someone some food to help them sober up.

Home Cooked Meal

An overpriced, underwhelming meal in an airport.

fandom: genshin impact
ship: layla x mizuki
WC: 409

Layla is swaying on her feet as she stumbles through the curtains into Mizuki's private office.

“Oh dear,” Mizuki sighs, leaning her cheek into her palm. “Shion? Reschedule my afternoon appointments, please. I'm afraid this may require some extra time.”

Layla has long suffered from comorbid insomnia exacerbated by anxiety, which is the main reason she first started visiting Mizuki as a client, but the sleepless bruises beneath her unfocused eyes are more prominent than ever. She doesn't bother to stifle her yawn as she flops onto a floor cushion with all the grace of a sack of flour. Mizuki winces at the sound of Layla's jaw cracking, but Layla doesn't seem to react.

“How long have you been awake this time?” Mizuki asks gently, already lighting her strongest incense.

“Mmm... what day is today?” Layla counters. She's leaning her heavy head against the low table, letting her long hair drape over the edge to pool on the tatami floor. “If it's Thursday in Inazuma, then in Sumeru it's... three days and four nights, at least...”

Mizuki tuts. “You should have come to see me sooner,” she chides, though her tone remains light and soothing. The aromatic smoke swirls in the air, slowly filling the chamber with its soporific effects. “Have you been eating, at least? Should I ask Shion to bring you some refreshments?”

Layla flaps a hand in dismissal. “No, no, I've definitely eaten, I had... at least thirty? Thirty to forty...”

“Thirty to forty what, Layla?”

Layla squirms under her judgmental gaze. Mizuki waits for the answer with all the serene patience of a centuries-old yumekui-baku.

“Um... Olives,” Layla finally admits. “You can eat them out of the jar, so... it's really convenient... when you're tired...”

Mizuki purses her lips.

“Why don't I order us some takeout from Kiminami's. It'll arrive by the time your sleep session is done. I don't want you passing out from hunger, too.”

“Er... Won't that be expensive,” Layla protests groggily. “You're skipping paid work because of me, and I... I'm getting in your way... I shouldn't...”

“This isn't me speaking as your psychologist, remember? You're no longer a client.” Mizuki smiles as she arranges a thin blanket over Layla's slumped shoulders. “This is just a free perk I can offer you because I want to. Relax, and have sweet dreams.”

Layla mumbles something incoherent under her breath, but Mizuki doesn't bother asking for her to clarify. Layla is already asleep.

Willy Wonka AU

BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD

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