International No Diet Day: Food
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comment_ficHi 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
Supernatural, Dean, Mary, breakfast with Mommy
Xmen/Fantastic 4, Pyro/Johnny, eating hot peppers
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[theme tag=Food]
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
But wait before you start prompting let’s have a quick review of
The Rules:
■ Don’t prompt more than 5 prompts in a row or 3 prompts per fandom. When someone has answered your prompt, you can prompt again.
■ No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original airing or publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
■ Thank your fic providers they thrive on feedback.
■ For the sake of the code monkeys’ sanity, remember to format your prompts correctly.
Formatting examples:
Leverage, Alec, Orange Soda
Supernatural, Dean, Mary, breakfast with Mommy
Xmen/Fantastic 4, Pyro/Johnny, eating hot peppers
None of today's prompts interest you? Make someone’s day and answer one of the myriad of
Lonely Prompts!
[theme tag=Food]
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Date: 2010-05-07 12:13 am (UTC)No More Salad Prt. 1
Date: 2010-05-10 12:48 am (UTC)Sam orders a salad. The waitress brings him a steak. And not just a steak, but the sliced up, tender meat with an assortment of sauces and sides of rice and vegetables that you get in a decent hibachi place. Sam hasn't eaten Japanese food since Stanford, and he's kind of in shock when he sees the plate in front of him, because they're in some diner with three things on the menu.
"Dude, I thought you ordered salad." Dean comments around a mouthful of burger, and Sam grabs his fork and starts eating like he's afraid the food will disappear.
"I did, but this is-" Sam gulps down a bite and it's delicious, "-this is good."
"Is that Japanese? Where'd you get Japanese?" Dean asks suspiciously as he steals a piece of steak. Sam retaliates by taking a french fry.
"No idea, but, it's better than another badly made, rubbery chicken Caesar salad."
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Sam orders the side salad at a fast food place. When he opens the paper bag, there's Dean's burger, and under it is...pasta. It looks like pesto, with tortellini, and cheese sprinkled over the top, and a piece of garlic bread that smells fresh next to it. Dean watches in amazement as Sam eats like a starving man.
"This is McDonald's." He confirms.
"Yeah, and this is decent Italian food." Sam says. "Actual food, without preservatives or chemicals. I mean, do you even know what they put in-"
"Do not complain about my eating habits, bitch."
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No More Salad Prt. 2
Date: 2010-05-10 12:48 am (UTC)The waiter brings him a cupcake- a huge cupcake bigger than his fist, chocolate with chocolate and white icing swirled together on top and drizzled with hot fudge and caramel and a piece of wafer sticking out, and when he digs in there's a center of whipped cream.
"What the hell, man?" Dean asks. "You ordered a salad. I watched you order a salad. You always order a salad."
"I know." Sam says. "When I was..." He hesitates. "At school, there was this little bakery and sometimes...after exams, I'd...y'know...treat myself..."
Dean's not sure what to say to that. He's been keeping track of the weird food incidents and every time Sam orders a salad someone brings him something else, something better. He's glad that his brother is off the girly rabbit food because Sam's huge and it can't be healthy, but on the other hand...random awesome food? That's just not right.
"Dude, you're not suspicious? This doesn't seem off to you?"
"I guess the waiter got the order mixed up." Sam shrugs and eats more cupcake.
"At every place we've eaten since-" It hits Dean. "Gabriel! He's doing this."
"The archangel who's also a Trickster who wants me to say yes to Lucifer and killed you repeatedly is feeding me. How does that make sense?"
"I don't know! But stop eating the cupcake!"
"Dean, I am not going to stop eating because you think Gabriel is spending his free time giving me food. What, is he supposed to be bribing me into saying yes?"
"Would it work?" Gabriel is just there, beside Sam in the booth.
"Maybe if I can get some more pie. With ice cream." Dean offers. Sam gives him a look and Dean shrugs; food is always good, in his book.
Gabriel snaps and a plate of blueberry pie with vanilla ice cream is in front of Dean. While his brother is eating, Sam pushes away his empty plate and waits, patiently, for Gabriel to explain.
"Well?"
"What can I say. Watching you eat salad all the time depresses me."
"We eat at diners all the time. Salad is pretty much the only healthy thing I can get."
"Because you are all about healthy choices."
"I'm off the blood." Sam protests, defensive, and Gabriel shrugs.
"Pestilence is in Smithson, Ohio. Later." And then he's gone, and Sam and Dean pay their bill (the cupcake is free) and drive to Ohio at full speed.
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"Did one of you idjits send me a fruit basket?" Bobby asks over the phone one day. Sam blinks.
"No, we didn't. Someone sent you a fruit basket?"
"It's signed 'stop whining about you legs and enjoy the pineapples.'" Bobby snarls.
"It might be Gabriel."
"Who?"
"The archangel, we thought he was the Trickster but he actually isn't. Long story."
"And he's sending me fruit because..."
"I don't know, but he gives me food all the time, and fruit baskets aren't really demonic. You can probably eat it."
"I already salted and burned it." Bobby replies, and Sam can only sigh and hang up.
The next day Bobby calls to tell them he can walk again. They rush over but can;t find any signs of demonic activity; it's like a miracle. Sam buys cookies and a thank you note and hides them. They're gone the next day, and he takes that as proof.
Ellen gets a basket of chocolate-covered pretzels. Dean finds a pizza in the oven that no one remembers baking. Castiel pulls a candy bar out of his pocket that he never bought.
Sam gets a cake covered in edible gold leaf. It's delicious, and it comes with Famine's location.
"I think he likes you."
"Who? Bobby?" Sam asks.
"No, Gabriel. I mean, he brings you food." Dean says like that's the truest sign of affection, and to him it probably is.
"Oh," Sam thinks about it for a while. "Oh."
He gets up and goes upstairs. "Gabriel?"
"Took you long enough," The angel grumbles. "I thought you were the smart one."
"Excuse me if you giving me an STD and turning me into a car gave me the wrong impression." Sam mutters.
"Excuse me if I was miffed about you trying to stab me with a stick." Gabriel ruins his attempt at being annoyed by grinning. "So. Sex?"
"Why not," Sam agrees, and he locks the door.
Re: No More Salad Prt. 2
Date: 2010-05-10 01:28 am (UTC)Re: No More Salad Prt. 2
Date: 2010-06-02 12:52 am (UTC)