Fill! Michael/Adam crackish. PG.nights_fangJune 1 2011, 15:36:48 UTC
Adam stares at Michael's food - wait it's his food too, since Michael and he are still sharing a body, so maybe their food would be more appropriate - disgust pooling in his, their? stomach.
“Oh no. No way man,”
“Why, it seems appetising enough.”
“You're joking.”
“No, Adam, I'm not. Why, is something the matter?”
“I gotta agree with Adam, Michael. That looks kind of disgusting.”
“See, even Sam thinks it does. And he's the smart one. Listen to him, man.”
“I did not ask for Sam's advice or opinion.”
“Seriously man, you have to be joking.”
“Adam.”
Adam rubs his, their?, oh whatever, temples.
The thing with Michael humanising, thanks to his decision not to go back to Heaven once he's out of the cage, is well, he's humanising. This, in itself is not bad, but Adam is learning that angels make for really quirky humans. Quirky being the understatement of the century, of course, and Michael as a human is fucking downright eccentric.
It's the kind of eccentric, that likes opera music. Seriously, fucking opera music of all things. (And Adam thought nothing could get more embarrassing than his guilty love for ABBA. But, serious-fucking-ly opera music.)
And then there's the guy's choice in clothing. Michael's sense of clothing could only be described as “flashy campy hipster street boy”. (No he does not care what Gabriel says, bright orange and blue are only appropriate if you're a blonde ninja from a crappy kids comic. Neither Michael or Adam fit those parameters.)
(Gabriel and Castiel are the worst angels to give other cluless angels humanity lessons. Why the fuck does Michael even think listening to them, is a good idea? He's pretty sure they're giving him bad advice on purpose.)
But no, Adam thinks, Michael's taste buds take the proverbial cake. Michael's taste in food in downright strange. And it's not the so out of the left field that it comes around right and straight back to normal eccentric. No, it's the out of the left field strange that simply breaks the barrier and kept going and got lost in a black hole somewhere.
Adam cannot wait until Michael finally gets his own body. Really he loves the angel (er, archangel, former archangel, whatever) - you can't after spending north of a century with him - but still, the guy is too weird to share a body with.
“That's wrong. That is so wrong. It's so wrong, that right has to be cowering incoherently in another galaxy.”
“Adam, you still haven't told me what is wrong with our lunch.”
Adam thinks, seriously, seriously, you need to ask?, as he stares at the dish in front of him. He can feel Michael's annoyance and confusion.
“Jello.” Adam explains, ignoring Dean's howling laughter from the other room. Of course that asshole would find this funny. Of course he would. Adam is going to kick his balls in later. “Michael you've topped the extra cheese barbecue chicken pizza, with jello.” Adam feels queasy just thinking about that going into his, their - oh fuck pronouns - stomach.
“I still fail to see what's so horrible about it.”
“Jello is not a pizza topping, man.”
“It tastes good, I assure you.”
“You don't get it. Jello is not a topping! I refuse to believe otherwise! We are not eating that! Not in a million years.”
“Adam.”
“Oh fuck it. Fine. If I get sick, I will make you're life miserable for eternity.” Michael seriously needs to get his own body already. Love or not, Adam isn't sure how long he can stand this type of abuse.
Re: Fill! Michael/Adam crackish. PG.nights_fangJune 2 2011, 09:47:09 UTC
Maybe the enxt time Michael brings pizza topped with Jello, Adam will direct him to Gabriel, because Gabriel loves pizza and jello. (Seperately of course, but Michael doesn't need to know that.)
Re: Fill! Michael/Adam crackish. PG.ladyknightankaJune 8 2011, 01:16:16 UTC
lol, Poor Adam. Michael really should get a new body if he's going to be eating like a pregnant woman with Adam's. xDD This is cute, and yay to me having yet another fic to add to my masterlist (I'm labeling it 'Jello', btw). Love your brain (as well as the original prompter's), bb. ^^
Re: Fill! Michael/Adam crackish. PG._bluebellsAugust 30 2011, 13:42:43 UTC
XD XD XD
Omg, Michael: being human, you're doing it so wrong, you don't want to be right. I love the idea that Castiel and Gabriel are intentionally giving him terrible advice on everything in retribution for the Apocalypse, and I'm laughing with Dean, but poor Adam. His angel really does need to get himself a body soon. ;)
Re: Fill! Michael/Adam crackish. PG.nights_fangAugust 30 2011, 13:59:50 UTC
Hee! To be honest, not all of Gabriel's ideas are in retribution for the Apocalypse. He's joking most of the time, (mostly because he feels bad for Adam) but Michael of course does not get it.
Of course when Michael does get his own body, getting takeout from the local pizza joint would be weird.
"So ignore him. He's uh... a bit special. I think.... Michael stop asking for jello on our pizza, damn it!"
“Oh no. No way man,”
“Why, it seems appetising enough.”
“You're joking.”
“No, Adam, I'm not. Why, is something the matter?”
“I gotta agree with Adam, Michael. That looks kind of disgusting.”
“See, even Sam thinks it does. And he's the smart one. Listen to him, man.”
“I did not ask for Sam's advice or opinion.”
“Seriously man, you have to be joking.”
“Adam.”
Adam rubs his, their?, oh whatever, temples.
The thing with Michael humanising, thanks to his decision not to go back to Heaven once he's out of the cage, is well, he's humanising. This, in itself is not bad, but Adam is learning that angels make for really quirky humans. Quirky being the understatement of the century, of course, and Michael as a human is fucking downright eccentric.
It's the kind of eccentric, that likes opera music. Seriously, fucking opera music of all things. (And Adam thought nothing could get more embarrassing than his guilty love for ABBA. But, serious-fucking-ly opera music.)
And then there's the guy's choice in clothing. Michael's sense of clothing could only be described as “flashy campy hipster street boy”. (No he does not care what Gabriel says, bright orange and blue are only appropriate if you're a blonde ninja from a crappy kids comic. Neither Michael or Adam fit those parameters.)
(Gabriel and Castiel are the worst angels to give other cluless angels humanity lessons. Why the fuck does Michael even think listening to them, is a good idea? He's pretty sure they're giving him bad advice on purpose.)
But no, Adam thinks, Michael's taste buds take the proverbial cake. Michael's taste in food in downright strange. And it's not the so out of the left field that it comes around right and straight back to normal eccentric. No, it's the out of the left field strange that simply breaks the barrier and kept going and got lost in a black hole somewhere.
Adam cannot wait until Michael finally gets his own body. Really he loves the angel (er, archangel, former archangel, whatever) - you can't after spending north of a century with him - but still, the guy is too weird to share a body with.
“That's wrong. That is so wrong. It's so wrong, that right has to be cowering incoherently in another galaxy.”
“Adam, you still haven't told me what is wrong with our lunch.”
Adam thinks, seriously, seriously, you need to ask?, as he stares at the dish in front of him. He can feel Michael's annoyance and confusion.
“Jello.” Adam explains, ignoring Dean's howling laughter from the other room. Of course that asshole would find this funny. Of course he would. Adam is going to kick his balls in later. “Michael you've topped the extra cheese barbecue chicken pizza, with jello.” Adam feels queasy just thinking about that going into his, their - oh fuck pronouns - stomach.
“I still fail to see what's so horrible about it.”
“Jello is not a pizza topping, man.”
“It tastes good, I assure you.”
“You don't get it. Jello is not a topping! I refuse to believe otherwise! We are not eating that! Not in a million years.”
“Adam.”
“Oh fuck it. Fine. If I get sick, I will make you're life miserable for eternity.” Michael seriously needs to get his own body already. Love or not, Adam isn't sure how long he can stand this type of abuse.
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By the way, the idea of jello being used as a topping? Gabriel's. Totally Gabriel's. (Though he didn't know Michael would use it as pizza topping.)
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Also; I spent a good ten minutes laughing at your icon.
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Omg, Michael: being human, you're doing it so wrong, you don't want to be right. I love the idea that Castiel and Gabriel are intentionally giving him terrible advice on everything in retribution for the Apocalypse, and I'm laughing with Dean, but poor Adam. His angel really does need to get himself a body soon. ;)
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Of course when Michael does get his own body, getting takeout from the local pizza joint would be weird.
"So ignore him. He's uh... a bit special. I think.... Michael stop asking for jello on our pizza, damn it!"
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