Tuesday: Food For Thought
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badfalcon and welcome to Tuesday. Today we're going to be playing with our food. Whether we're cooking it, eating it, or playing with it... if your prompt has anything to do with food, then this here's the place for it.
Just remember to place them in the correct format:
RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Something smells good.
Supernatural/Criminal Minds, team & wee!chesters, all those poor kids had was cereal
Please be kind to our codemonkeys, only three prompts per fandom, and only five prompts. If one of them is filled, you can go ahead and post another. Play fair!
And if you don't see anything that you like, you can always go through our Lonely Prompts
Have fun!
badfalcon and welcome to Tuesday. Today we're going to be playing with our food. Whether we're cooking it, eating it, or playing with it... if your prompt has anything to do with food, then this here's the place for it. Just remember to place them in the correct format:
RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Something smells good.
Supernatural/Criminal Minds, team & wee!chesters, all those poor kids had was cereal
Please be kind to our codemonkeys, only three prompts per fandom, and only five prompts. If one of them is filled, you can go ahead and post another. Play fair!
And if you don't see anything that you like, you can always go through our Lonely Prompts
Have fun!
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Date: 2010-06-22 09:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-22 10:39 am (UTC)Steve glanced at him, perplexed. "I'm making a meatloaf sandwich."
Nuzzling Steve's neck, Christian grinned. "I"m pretty sure I smell something tasty."
With a laugh, Steve said, "I'm not going to get to eat my sandwich, am I?"
"Sure you can," Christian told him, turning the nuzzle into a kiss, one after another up the side of Steve's neck. "Just, later."
Steve turned himself around, not moving out of Christian's embrace. The look he gave Christian was stern. "This is not about you distracting me so you can have the last of the meatloaf, is it?"
Christian just looked at him, innocently. "I can't just wanna have sex?"
"Not when I'm about to finish off the meatloaf, no."
There was a pause, then, "Half?"
"Are we still having sex?"
"Whatever answer gets me half of the sandwich."
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Date: 2010-06-22 09:32 am (UTC)Criminal Minds/Supernatural; Rossi & wee!chesters; Cereal and Cheap Motels
Date: 2010-06-22 06:21 pm (UTC)That was how Rossi came to be sitting in an unmarked car, outside the fleabag motel they had tracked Winchester to. Their priority was to arrest him, but Rossi was more concerned about the two boys.
John left the motel room, heading for the Chevy in the parking lot, and the agents sprang into action. Soon, he was handcuffed and struggling against the agent trying to get him into a car.
Rossi and a couple of the other agents went inside. The motel room looked just as dingy inside as it did outside. There were a few possessions scattered about: clothes, books, fast-food wrappers in the trash. There were two twin beds in the room, but only one was occupied. John's sons were fast asleep, the older one – Dean, he knew from the files – curled protectively around his little brother. He stepped closer, carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, and was surprised when Dean sat up and pointed a handgun at him. “Who're you? Where's my dad?” he said.
Rossi held up his FBI badge. “My name's Dave. Your dad's close by, it's all right. You're Dean, right? Why don't you give me that,” he indicated the gun.
Dean looked at him skeptically. “How'd you know my name?”
“I've been reading a lot about your dad.”
“Why're the feds interested in Dad?”
Rossi hesitated. The kid was obviously bright, but he didn't know how much Dean knew about his father's activities. The gun was a worrying sign, suggesting that John had brought his son into the fantasy world he inhabited as well. But then Rossi looked around the room, where these two little boys had been living for the last three weeks, subsisting on sugary cereal.
“Your father's done some very bad things, Dean. We need to talk to him about that.”
Dean lowered the gun. “You mean you're gonna lock him up.”
He couldn't bring himself to lie to the kid. “That looks likely, yeah,” he said. He was surprised when Dean just shrugged and replied,
“S'okay. I can look after Sammy myself.”
Rossi smiled quickly. “Of course you can, kiddo. Now, there are some people here who are going to take you and your brother out of here, so why don't you get your things.”
“Okay.” Dean clambered out of bed – it turned out that he was still dressed, apart from his sneakers – and shoved a few items into their duffle bags.
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Date: 2010-06-22 08:24 pm (UTC)"What do you want Parker?"
He watched as she tilted her head to the side and dropped her gaze down to the only apple there.
"You can't eat that."
Eliot growled as she started reaching towards it and raised his knife a little. "Parker, I'm warning you. If you wanna eat later, you can't eat that now."
Parker hesitated for a moment before huffing and turning around.
"Grumpybutt."
Eliot blinked and shoot his head, muttering about crazy thieves.
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Date: 2010-06-22 09:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-22 09:52 am (UTC)Sorry, definitely not edited
Date: 2010-06-22 05:10 pm (UTC)"Casey," Chuck said. "did you just knock three guys unconscious with a turkey sandwich?"
Casey just grunted.
"More importantly," Chuck continued. "Did you just knock three guys unconscious with MY turkey sandwich?"
"Finish what you started," Casey replied, "and I'll buy you another one."
"R-right here?" Chuck stammered.
"Do you want the sandwich or not?" Casey said.
"Fine," Chuck said. He knelt down, and soon, Casey could feel Chuck's fingers touching his pants and hear the sound of his zipper being unzipped.
Casey smirked. Oh, he'd get Chuck another sandwich, but this time, it wasn't going to be food.
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Date: 2010-06-22 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-22 10:13 am (UTC)Profile of Dean Winchester:
Dean Winchester is a human. His brother is Sam, who is also of interest to us for obvious reasons. Dean is very flawed but shows great promise. He is fond of fruit pies, land transportation, and not letting go of things. Also, guilt. It is my conclusion that he should be guarded closely and possibly consulted for greater understanding of humankind. -Cas
Profile of Dean Winchester:
Dean Winchester is an arrogant bag of humanity. He is stubborn, willful, and incapable of understanding basic arguments. Permission for stronger methods of persuasion are requested. Also, he likes pie. - Zach
Profile of Dean Winchester:
It's been a while since I've done these. If there's one thing I don't miss, it's the paperwork. Okay: Dean Winchester is kind and humorous, but not quite as humorous as he thinks. He is good in bed for a human. He will not likely be persuaded, though, and so the situation may require creative results-oriented tactics.-Anna
Profile of Dean Winchester:
Not ready yet. Hopefully soon. Will update. -Michael
Profile of Dean Winchester:
How to describe Dean? "Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie. Kissed the girls and made them cry." That about sums him up.
What's that? How to describe Sam? How about "There was great big boy, with hair like a little girl, especially the little curl, right in the middle of his forehead. And when he was good, he was very very good. And when he was bad, he was horrid." Peace out, Gabe.
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Date: 2010-06-22 10:01 am (UTC)It had to be done!
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Date: 2010-06-22 11:03 am (UTC)He knew there would be problems when Shawn agreed to let him stay at the Psych offices while his house was being fumigated. He knew there would be smartass comments and silly games and all-around constant Spencer-ing. And, during the day, Gustering and Spencering, which was worse.
But he did not expect Shawn to sleep in the office as well, claiming his apartment had been taken over by kittens, but that's exactly what happened. There was a story Shawn told to explain it, something about some of the kittens being pirates and some of them being ninjas, but Lassiter just threatened him with violence if he didn't stop telling the story. Yes, fine, Lassiter believed that small mammals could develop attack strategies, but he didn't believe for one second they could navigate asea. Not to mention mastering the ninja arts! Maybe, possibly, in feudal Japan, but certainly not in modern day Santa Barbara. These were kittens, not some kind of hybrid thundercat things.
Okay, that right there? Was the problem. Spending 24-7 with Spencer was turning Head Detective Lassiter's brain into some mishmash of farfetched lines of reasoning and random allusions to old pop culture phenomena that he had intentionally missed the first time around.
Anyway, there was the constant annoyance, which he expected and understood to be the price of letting him sleep there when everyone else at the station claimed to have visiting relatives filling up the sofas and guest rooms and offices of every single officer that week (which was a suspicious coincidence, Detective Lassiter thought, but he couldn't think of any possible reason for it to be the case). But also, there was...
The pineapple.
Carlton hadn't signed on for the pineapple.
It started the first morning, when he woke up feeling wet and sticky in his ear. Of course, Carlton Lassiter's first thought was, "I've been shot!" And his second was, "Someone else was shot and bled all over my ear!" But after drawing his gun from below the pillow and making sure the office was clear, he looked in the mirror to see...
The pineapple.
Shawn Spencer had placed a pineapple chunk in his ear while he slept.
Which was disturbing. And not just because it meant that his sleeping body hadn't registered Shawn as a threat.
It was also gross. And weird.
And his first instinct was to yell and possibly tackle. But he decided that it would be better to beat Spencer at his own game.
That's why Carlton was smirking at the breakfast table as Shawn ate his cereal. Shawn couldn't figure out why until he bit down on a spoonful of Loop-Loops that had some very uncereal texture to it. And then when he tasted it, he recognized it was pineapple, and for just a moment he looked pleased, as if his world were so chaotic it was just a nice but not terribly surprising thing for a pineapple chunk to fall in his cereal. But then he remembered the smirk on Lassiter's face, and Shawn's expression changed quickly as he ran to the sink to spit the mouthful out and started to rinse out his mouth.
Carlton wanted to say something like "Taste my earwax, Spencer!" but he decided that wasn't really that clever, so he just kept smirking.
Finally, Shawn came back to the table with a clean bowl, poured himself some clean cereal, and started eating again silently.
"What's the matter? Something wrong with breakfast?" Carlton pressed.
Shawn grinned. "Not at all. It's just given me some great ideas," he said, and took another big bite of LoopLoops, chewing it slowly like it was the most satisfying thing he's ever tasted.
Carlton didn't like that look. But he didn't regret it. Maybe it wasn't that nice. But Shawn started it.
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Date: 2010-06-22 10:05 am (UTC)I would love someone so much if they could manage to set this in high school and slash him with Larry, the football jock
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Date: 2010-06-22 10:27 am (UTC)Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Savoy Truffle (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjF9816N6VE)
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