International No Diet Day: Food

[chibifukurou]

Hi everyone! I’m chibifukurou and this will be my last day of enabling your comment_fic addiction.

Today’s theme is Food. Turn your favorite character into a kid and have them indulge in a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or break out the jello shots, the possibilities are endless

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Leverage, Alec, Orange Soda

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[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Dexter, Dexter, pork sandwiches always taste better after a successful kill

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Dead Like Me, Reapers, there isn't a Der Waffle Haus where they're staying during a weekend massacre, so they have to settle for some other place (Waffle House, Denny's, IHop, ect)

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, 9 or 10/Rose or 11/Amy or 10 & Donna or Martha, surprising her with her favorite food

Of Introspection and Ice Cream: Part 1 of 3 (Amy/11)

[falconwhitaker.livejournal.com]

Of Introspection and Ice Cream

Amy tried to like fish-custard; honestly she did. She quite lost track of how many times she crept downstairs at night to quietly cook up some fish fingers and choke them down slathered in cheap, cold custard. All so she could feel closer to Him – to her raggedy Doctor. But no matter how many times she ate it and how hard she tried to like it, fish-custard just made her gag. She stopped trying after eating it actually made her throw up one night, and switched to the food she had been snacking on that night: vanilla ice-cream. Right out of the tub.

It had been her favourite food ever since. All it took was the smallest piece, the most tiny scrap, the slightest sweet, ice-cold morsel melting its way across her tongue to take her back to that conversation on that night in that kitchen with that mad man from the blue box, so shortly before he went away and so long before he came back again.

And now, depending on how you looked it, it had been either forty minutes or – what, about a month? It was hard to keep track – since she'd last had a bowl, and, she decided, she missed it.

She'd been contemplating this issue for the past half an hour or so, a half-hour they'd spent floating around in a vortex somewhere. The Doctor did that, sometimes; he'd set them adrift to float around in a vortex of space and time, just staring out over it, like a tourist at the top of the Eiffel Tower looking over the entirety of Paris: able to go anywhere and everywhere but at a loss as to what to do next. The first few times, the scope and wonder of it had kept Amy enthralled too, but before too long, she found it got boring very quickly.

Usually, though, she just waited for the Doctor to snap out of it, no matter how boring it was, and usually, she ended up watching him instead.

The Doctor was sitting in one corner of the doorway of the TARDIS, his head leant against the door frame and a distant expression on his face. Staring. Just staring out into the ever-shifting, ever-changing colours of the vortex, the colours that made Amy's eyes ache. Neither of them had said a word in what felt like forever and the silence was almost like a living thing, like a dark, sinister creature with grasping tentacles wrapping around her throat.

But no. Enough was enough. She'd had enough of sitting around, watching the Doctor watch the vortex. She was standing in a ship that could travel through space and time, was bigger on the inside than on the outside, and had a swimming pool. If the Doctor wanted to mope, he could go ahead; but she was going to find that pool if it was the last thing she did.

"Well!" she said, getting to her feet. "Not that this isn't fascinating, but if we're not going to Rio, then I'm going to find that swimming pool you promised me."

No response. Not entirely unexpected, but a little disquieting, nevertheless. He'd been like this since they'd left Wales and she had no idea what was wrong with him and even less of an idea how she could help.

"Doctor?"

Still nothing. She walked over to the door and tapped him gently on the shoulder.

"Doctor!"

To his credit, he didn't jump at the unexpected contact: he just turned his head, looked up at her, and gave her a sad little smile. "Hmm?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah." A pause. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

Amy frowned. There was something wrong; something was off, but she didn't know what. But if the Doctor didn't want to tell her what it was, she couldn't make him. He'd tell her eventually: he always did. Until then, Amy just had to leave him to it.

"I'm going to go have a look around," she announced. "Find that swimming pool, eh?"

"Yeah." He gave her a genuine smile, the one that lit up his face and made her heart flutter a little. "Don't get lost."

"As if. You know me, brilliant sense of direction. I'll be fine."

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Any anime (or crossovers), any characters, Raman eating contest

[xangelicrebelx.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean,(/)fallen!Castiel, Sam, Bobby, Cas decides to try making everyone breakfast

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Sam made a face as he bit into the eggs. "There are shells in the-"

"Shut up," Dean said.

"But there are she-"

"Shut! Up!" Dean half whispered, half hissed, so Cas couldn't hear them from the kitchen where he was getting more food.

Cas came in happily then with some charred bacon that looked more like coal than food.

He plopped it down, then looked at it, then got a sudden look of discouragement.

"I think the bacon was cooked too long. Time is very unforgiving, it seems," Cas said.

"Looks awesome!" Dean said and kept a smile on his face as he bit into a crispy stick of burnty burntness.

Cas looked relieved and went back in to get his next dish.

"You IDJIT!" Bobby whispered, "You tell him he's good now, he's going to want to cook again! And my digestive system can't take that kind of abuse!"

"Hey, you wanna tell someone who used to smite demons like they were flies that he can't even make toast right? Do you think that's what Cas deserves from us?" Dean shot back.

They all stopped talking as Cas came in with a stack of ... something.

He put it down proudly.

"The pancakes proved a little difficult to flip, so I made them smaller," Cas said to them. Indeed, some of the food on the large plate looked like inch-wide fragments of cooked pancake batter.

"Your own recipe?" Sam asked nervously, even as Dean shot a glare at him.

"Of course," Cas answered.

"What Sam means to ask," Bobby said, "Is, what's that other crap on the plate mixed in with the turd-shaped pancakes?"

Cas answered, "Breakfast foods. I mixed sausage, hash browns, chopped jelly donuts, chopped cream cheese bagels, maple syrup, orange marmalade, country ham, and fresh strawberries and blueberries.

Dean grimaced. Finally, he said, "Look Cas, it's awesome that you want to be good at human things, but..."

Cas looked at him expectantly and Dean paused, not sure what to say next.

Finally Cas just looked sad and said, "You do not wish to try my pancakes."

Dean said, "I'm just full after that yummy, yummy bacon?" and got a skeptical look from Cas.

Sam sighed and reluctantly put fork into the pancake platter, raising a medley of colorful food to his mouth.

His face changed from dread to surprise, though, and he said, "Wow, this is actually.... really good."

Bobby grabbed a forkful then and then nodded, saying, "Not bad," though his and Sam's moans of satisfaction and rapid devouring suggested the food was a whole lot better than 'not bad.'

Cas looked neutral, as if he expected this response all along.

Dean smiled and went to try the pancakes, but Sam yanked the platter over toward him and Bobby, saying with a smirk, "Sorry you're so full, Dean, guess you shouldn't have hogged the bacon."

"But-" Dean objected.

"It's okay, Dean, I will cook more bacon for you," Cas said and went back to the kitchen.

Dean glared at the hunters eating across the table from him.

"You guys are jerks," he muttered.

"Can't hear you, my food's too delicious," Bobby said, making Sam snicker with his mouth full.

From the other room, the scent of bacon burning wafted in, and Dean just groaned.

[xangelicrebelx.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Kali, chocolate-covered strawberries

[alcimines.livejournal.com]

The Promise (Supernatural, Gabriel/Kali, chocolate-covered strawberries)

Edited to fix an HTML problem

Assuming the boys and I can stop the Apocalypse.

Assuming I survive.

Assuming she survives.

It's going to take a lot to get Kali to forgive me.

She thinks I'm dead. Everyone thinks I'm dead. It's what I had to do to get an edge -- any kind of edge -- against Lucifer. I had to become a non-problem. Something that Lucifer won't see coming until it's too late.

Hey, I'm not a trickster. I'm the trickster. Tricking Lucifer wasn't exactly easy, but Lucy has one hell of a pride problem and I used that against him. He doesn't like to admit that he can be had. Or beaten. It's his only weakness.

What's my weakness? Well... it has brown eyes, dark skin, a temperament that makes Cleopatra (a sweet girl once you got past her shell, good fuck, but too ambitious) look like the soul of restraint.

Kali, baby, please forgive me. And if we get out of this in one piece, I promise to give you a bath of those chocolate-strawberry-things I showed you back in Paris.

No tricks. I swear.

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Dean/Crowley; before Dean, he wouldn't have been caught dead eating a hamburger.

[rubygirl29.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John/Ronon, So sweet it makes my teeth ache.

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

Ronon was usually not very forthcoming when it came to Sateda so John was pleasently suprised when Ronon offered to cook something Satedan.
Until he ate it.
The basis for Satedan food seemed to be sugar because suagr was in everything even in the drink Ronon had made.
John suspected that dentist had been the most common Satedan profession because else the whole planet should have been conquered by cavity before the Wraith had ever heard of it.
Still, John ate all of it because it made Ronon smile.

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, Steph Brown/Tim Drake, she has cramps and he comes baring chocolate

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

Good Omens, The Them (AKA Adam + Pepper + Brian + Wensleydale), 39 flavours of ice-cream

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Human Target; Hardison/Guerrero, Winston, (Chance); Guerrero's... boyfriend or whatever... comes to visit, and suddenly there's two people stealing Winston's food.

Leverage/Human Target; Hardison/Guerrero, Winston, (Chance); Personal (Fridge) Space Invasion

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

“Hey man.”

Winston looked up sharply at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, to see a tall young man in a brightly-coloured t-shirt walking in with a box of what looked like computer parts in his arms. He stood up, one hand reaching for his gun. “Who the hell are you?”

The young man crossed the room, put his box of whatever-the-hell down on the coffee table and said, “Guerrero didn’t say anything? He said I could hang out here for a few days, while I get some stuff done.”

“No, he didn’t say anything, and I’d like to know who you are.”

“Oh, sorry, yeah… the name’s Hardison. Alec Hardison.”

That name reminded Winston of something. He frowned, and eventually remembered. “You’re that Hardison, right? The hacker?”

“ ‘s one way of putting it. How’d you know?”

“I hear things. So, I’m guessing you’ve worked with Guerrero, huh?”

Hardison grinned. “Among other things,” he said as he walked over to the fridge, opened it, and started eating leftovers from a plastic tub.

Winston frowned. “Hey…” he started to complain, only to realise that it didn’t stop Guerrero, so it was unlikely to stop this kid, either. He sat back down at his desk and tried to get back to the file in front of him, while the kid ate his food and assembled a mess of computer equipment on and around his coffee table.

A short time later, Chance and Guerrero arrived, and Guerrero as usual headed to the fridge, before sitting down next to his… friend, co-worker, co-hacker, whatever the kid was. The kid called over to Winston.

“Hey, you got any orange soda here?”

“No,” Winston growled. “You’ll have to get it yourself.”

[strongwriter.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Alec/Eliot, bubblegum

[strongwriter.livejournal.com]

Leverage, est. Alec/Eliot, making dinner

[strongwriter.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Alec, midnight snack

[daria234.livejournal.com]

not a new fic, but I wrote a midnight snack fic once:

http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/43215.html?thread=9486031#t9486031

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick/Babs/Dinah, oreo cookie ;)

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, "Have dinner with me."

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Dick/Babs, popcorn and b-movies

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Jean/Logan, death by chocolate

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Storm Hawks; Master Cyclonis & Dark Ace; when she was a little girl, he'd help her sneak around at night so they could raid the kitchens.

[thefannishwaldo.livejournal.com]

NCIS: LA, Sam/G, They're half-way through dinner when G has an epiphany - "Is this a date?"

[thefannishwaldo.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal, Neal's first non-prison-issue meal

[thefannishwaldo.livejournal.com]

In Plain Sight, Mary/Marshall, Pie really does make everything better.

[pipisafoat]

"I came here because you said your house was cool," Mary complained as she stripped off her tank top and fell back onto the bed.

"Cooler than your broken air conditioner will ever get your house. Fans save energy." Marshall forced his eyes back up to her face.

"Normally I'd say come and get it," she told him, closing her eyes, "but it's just too damn hot for the monkey games you call sex."

He shrugged and sat beside her, drawing a finger slowly along her collarbone. "Not even if it involves pie?"

Mary snorted. "Way, way too hot for pie. Try again with ice cubes or something."

"Ice cream pie?"

She cracked one eye open. "Please tell that's an actual thing you have."

He grinned. "Pie makes everything better. Even sex."

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Sheppard & Lorne, Finding enough Coffee to keep their geeks happy. (Author's choice who their geeks are!)

Lorne/Parrish John/Radek

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

'How many storage rooms does the city have?' John complained while he searched storage room #23 for coffee someone else hadn't yet discovered. The Daedalus would only arrive in three days and coffee was the best way to keep a geek happy.
'Enough to store food for a few thousand people, sir.' Lorne laughed when he saw John's face: 'But don't worry. We don't use all of them. This is the last one.'
He opened another box and let out a triumphant cry. John came around to look into the box, too. Inside was one lonely package of coffee left.
'How do we share that?' John asked.
'Share? I found it.'
'But you could make Parrish happy with a flower or three until the Daedalus arrives. Whereas I need it for Radek so he can bribe Rodney into not killing us for the lack of coffee.'
'Radek can bribe McKay with chocolate.' Lorne countered.
'Yeah, but if he finds out that Parrish has coffee and he doesn't I'll sleep on the couch for a week.' John tried his puppy dog eyes on Lorne which never worked. Neither did it this time.
'Sorry, sir but finder's kepper's.'
'I'm your superior officer. I could order you to share it.' John tried.
'And being forced to do your own paperwork while I'm in the brig? I'd like to see you try.' Lorne grinned. John gave up:
'Fine but if the physics department murders the botanists for having coffee don't come to me.'
'All botanist are cleared for off-world duty whereas the physicsts aren't. I know who I'd bet.' Lorne grinned.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Food Tasting off world.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Miko/Teyla, Comparing Tea Ceremonies