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Around the Fire

A super-late entry for Day 08 of Phanniemay, “Vacation.” 

“Halle Berry or J.Lo?”

Two voices, in unison. “Halle Berry.”

“Kristen Stewart or Emma Watson?”

“Emma Watson.”

“Scarlet Johansson or Gina Torres?”

“Gina Torres.”

“Morena Baccarin or Natalie Portman?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Geez, Tuck, running through the entire Firely cast?”

“Inara.” Danny and Danielle said. 

Tuck held up his hands in a ‘there you see?’ gesture. 

“I’ve got one.” All eyes went to Valerie, still tending their makeshift grill over the campfire. Looking up with a dangerous, knowing half-smile, she worded out slowly, “Paulina or Star?”

“Paulina,” Danielle replied without hesitation.

Stiff-shouldered and tensely still, Danny glanced warily at Sam. 

“It’s fine, Danny,” she assured him, lips quirked. 

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wheretheprettythingslive  asked:

okay what about sterek grocery store AU where stiles is dumping very strange healthy crap in his cart and derek is weirded out but fascinated

Alright but my mind went in a different direction here, forgive me.

Derek Hale who is a total health freak – who has green drinks every morning, who works out relentlessly, who replaces his bread with lettuce leaves.

Derek Hale who makes all his own food from scratch, who buys the healthiest produce - always organic, where he can.

Derek Hale who is fed up of his sisters teasing him, of being told he’s weird, all because he likes looking after his body.

Derek Hale who sees his man – this fucking gorgeous man – loading up his shopping card with kale and wheatgrass and buckwheat pasta and falling a little bit in love because all that is healthy on a sex stick.

Derek doesn’t really know what he’s doing but his feet do, as he walks towards said man – walks towards him, puts his hand out, smiles and says, “I have a coupon for the kale, if you want one.” And god, it’s the worst pick up line in the history of pick up lines but it – for whatever reason – works. Gorgeous guy lights up, stutters out a shy thanks, taking the coupon Derek offers him.

But okay.

Stiles Stilinski who eats appallingly. Everything he buys, everything green and colourful and good? Yeah, that’s all for his dad. But this dude – this dude, who is sex on legs and has the cutest bunny teeth imaginable – thinks he’s like him– healthy. And fuck, Stiles has got butterflies in his stomach and this guy, for whatever reason, is smiling at him and asking him if he wants to maybe grab a juice at the smoothie bar across the street and Stiles – Stiles stupidly blurts out that he loves that place. He knows he shouldn’t say that, especially not when Sexy Bunny Teeth practically gives him heart eyes because, Really? You’re the first person I’ve met who likes that place!

Stiles Stilinski who pretends for six fucking months to be a vegan because, yup, that came out of his idiotic mouth too on that first day and he just…couldn’t find a way to take it back.

Stiles Stilinski who, somewhere between meeting Sexy Bunny Teeth and falling in love with Derek Hale, goes from shovelling burgers and curly fries down his throat like he’s consuming oxygen to waking up before Derek and making them smoothies, before doing yoga. Stiles Stilinski who goes from playing video games every evening to going on evening runs. Stiles Stilinski…who is so far fucking gone on Derek Hale he changes his lifestyle for him. (”Karma is a bitch, son.” “Shut up and eat your vegetables, dad.”)

Stiles Stilinski who tells Derek on their first anniversary if he doesn’t have a burger, a milk shake, something, right now, he’s going to die. Stiles Stilinski who waits for the fall out, for Derek to ask him what the fuck or to leave or laugh or something, but all he’s met with is, “if you aren’t vegan, why didn’t you just…eat junk food when I wasn’t there?” Stiles Stilinski who opens and closes his mouth several times before saying, “I don’t know. I just wanted to…I didn’t want you to leave. I just wanted to be someone you could…love.”

Derek Hale who is so gone on this fucking idiot, who leans in after several painstakingly long moments, brushes his lips against Stiles’ and whispers, “I knew I saw you eyeing up hot dogs the other day.” Laughs, takes Stiles’ hand, says, “Just marry me and we’ll call it even.”

“W- what?”

“Marry me.”

Stiles Stilinski, who almost accidentally stabs himself with a fork in an attempt to throw himself across the restaurant table, relief pouring through him, knocking a plate of curly fries to the floor as he yells yes over and over, peppering kisses and I love yous across Derek’s face.

“You’re such an idiot,” Derek kisses back. “You could be made of junk food and I still wouldn’t leave you, you know.”

“Your idiot?” Stiles grins, batting his eyelashes.

Derek rolls his eyes, fond. “My idiot.”

The Escort- Part 2

Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Summary of Part 2: Dean and reader head off to the vacation, Dean meets the family.

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Warning: None for this chapter Don’t worry. The smut is coming.

Word Count: 2400

The plane ride was not a fun one. Dean was nervous about flying, and you were just plain nervous. You couldn’t believe you were going through with this. It was absolutely crazy, it was going to blow up in your face, and you were going to deserve every bit of the embarrassment it was going to bring. 

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Ties that Bind - Part 6: Hopeless Heart

Characters: (AU: first names are as in the show renaming a few last names to fit my story): Reader (Y/N Harvelle), Detective Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Claire Stanford (mentioned), Detective Benny Lafitte, Crowley McCloud (mentioned), Santo (reader’s dog)

Pairing: Reader/Dean (eventually)

Warnings: Mention of abuse, mention of rape, mention character death, mention of suicide, a bit of jealousy, angst, Dean being awesome (is that a warning? If it is Cas is pretty great too! ;))

Wordcount: 4400ish

A/N: This is an AU and it is partly based on some of my real life experiences. It will revolve around some of the kids at the group home where Y/N works. Not all their faiths are happy ones but some are! I will use lots of characters from the show. It will have a lot of angst but it will also have smut and fluff like always!

DISCLAIMER! I don’t know the american laws since I am danish so the law I speak of may not apply in the real America but this is my story and to make it believeable I have to write what I know.

This chapter: Y/N struggles with Claire’s suicide but Dean and Cas is both their for her. 

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Y/N’S POV

You slowly came too. You head was hurting like hell and it took you a while to remember why. You had been crying all night. You had even cried yourself to sleep. On top of Dean… You sat up and looked around your room but there was no sign of him. Nor any sign he was ever there.

You closed your eyes as your tears slowly started running down your cheeks yet again. She was dead… You hadn’t been able to save her. Then you remembered the email. You had to get it to Dean… Dean oh God. You had kissed him and he had pushed you away and then you had fallen asleep on top of him crying all over him yet again. No wonder he had pushed you away. It seemed all you did was cry when he was around. Either that or you yelled at him.

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(Y/T/U) = Your Twitter User

Flashback

We had just jumped into the lake. The freezing water causing John and I to stay closer together.

“It’s fucking freezing. Whose smart idea was this?” John asked his teeth chattering together.

“Yours, you doofus.” I laughed throwing my head back. My hands were wrapped around his neck. His arms securely around my waist bring me closer to his body.

“Maybe skinny dipping at 2 in the morning was not a good idea.” The fog from his breath hitting my face.

“It’s not that bad.”

“You’re just saying that because you warm blooded. You can’t feel the cold.”

“Whatever you say, Johnny boy.”

John hated that nickname. He pretended to look offended before slashing the cold water on my face.

I gasped as the cold water hit my cheeks. “You just did not do that!” I shouted. My voice echoing through out the empty lake.

“But I did,sweet cheeks.”

I splashed water back towards him.

“Oh you’re on.” I swam away from him only for him to catch up to me.

We played in the water for a few minutes before settling down again. John and I just floated in the water letting the tides drift us along the bank.

“Are you gonna forget me when I leave to L.A.?” John asked. His eyes saddened.

“I told you no matter what you do,I’ll be by your side. As long as you don’t forget me in L.A.”

He kissed me harshly on the lips. “I could never.”

That was 6 months ago. John didn’t keep his promise. He forgot about me. But I don’t blame him. There were way too many parties in LA. There were way too many beautiful girls. Of course he would forget little old me.

Couple months after he left, I found myself hanging out more and more with Benny Wilk. He like me had lost someone to the fast pace of L.A. His younger brother, Sammy left to L.A to pursue his dream of being a rapper and Benny was left in the dust. We confided in each other, feeding off each other’s loneliness.

A couple of weeks ago Benny had asked me to be his girlfriend. I wasn’t going to lie and say I didn’t have feelings towards him. So I accepted.

Ben had been able to fill the hole John left and I had been able to help him with Sammy.

Currently, Benny and I were traveling to the lake where all the boys were going to be.

John,Sammy, Nate and the Jacks had come up for the long weekend. In all honesty, I was nervous to see John again. As far as I knew, John had no idea about me dating Ben and I was terrified of his reaction.

Once we made it to the lake, Ben parked his car in the lot and opened the door for me.

“You’re gonna be ok. If it helps, I’ll be by you the whole time.” Ben pecked my forehead.

“It helps a lot.” I pecked his lips, slightly pushing him away when he tried to deepen the kiss. “Your mom’s looking.”

“Oh whatever. She’s waiting for the day I propose or we tell her we’re expecting.”

I looked up at Ben with wide eyes. “What?”

He lightly shrugged before grabbing our bags from the back seat. “She loves us together. That’s all.”

He slug my beach bag over his shoulder. Which looked slightly off because he was such a muscular man wearing a tiny Victoria Secret bag. A case of beer in one hand and my hand in the other we walked towards the group.

“There they are!” Dave, Ben’s Dad cheered as he saw us with beer.

“(Y/N) and Ben, hi darlings.” Lori, Ben’s mom gave me and Ben a big hug.

John’s head turned from Nate’s face to mine when Lori mentioned my name. I tried to look at him and just look at Lori. Even though, it was like trying to look away from the sun.

“I saw you lovebirds over at the car.” I blushed deeply as she gave us a wink.

“See I told you, Ben.” I hit his shoulder with my free hand.

“Whatever.” He playfully rolled his eyes earning a punch from me again.

“Why don’t you guys go get something to eat or drink? I’ll talk to you later.” Lori smiled at us as Ben dragged me towards the drinks and food.

I grabbed a beer from the cooler opening it before passing it to Ben. In the meantime, Ben had arranged a plate of fruits for me.

“Thank you.” We both said at the same time as we grabbed what we wanted from each other.

“That was so fucking cute!” Emily,Ben’s younger sister, squealed as she ran up to us. “Hiya.” She hugged us both. She pulled a piece of fruit of my plate. “Thanks sister-in-law.”

“Ok, who gave her so much wine to drink?” I asked pushing her hand away from my plate.

“Make sure you eat those pineapples,(Y/N) .” Sam teased.

“I think I’m fine. You should tell that to your brother.” I joked jabbing my elbow lightly into Ben’s ribs.

The whole crowd including the parents laughed. Except for John. He just sat there with a clenched jaw.

“Seriously, babe?” Ben asked raising an eyebrow at me.

“You know I love you.” I stood on my tip toes to press my lips lightly on Ben’s.

We heard a bunch of awe’s and groans but what stood out the most was a heavy exhale. We all knew who made that noise and it made my blood boil.

John had no right to be mad. He was the one who left. The one who grew distant. I just simply moved on.

It had been a whole 45 minutes since we’ve been at the lake. So far Ben had gone through a couple of beers and was drinking soda’s and water. I had another plate of fruits and a glass of wine. Ben and I both shared a burger, hot dog and some ribs.

“ You good,baby?” Ben asked, kissing the exposed skin from my spaghetti strap sundress. We were sitting on a lawn chair, me on Ben’s lap.

I knew what he was referring to and in complete honesty, I had no idea what I felt. I was mad at John because of the way he was acting toward Ben and I but I was also happy that he was acting that way. He was acting jealous which meant he most likely still cared a little.

“Never better.” I turned to Ben who looked up at me and kissed my shoulder.

John cleared his throat before getting up. He stomped his way over to Ben and I before stopping right in front of us.

“(Y/N) can I talk to you?” He asked harshly.

I looked down at Ben who gave me a nod saying it was ok.

I moved off of Ben and followed John to the lake bank.

“What do you want?” I asked. My words coming out stronger than I wanted them too.

“To say I’m sorry.” He shoved his hands into his swim trunks.

“I little too late for that don’t you think?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“What happened to what you said here at this lake? That you would be by my side through out everything?” He asked looking at me with anger in his eyes.

He wanted to be angry?! I’ll give him angry.

“That was before you forgot me! That was before you left me on the curb like trash! That was when I thought we could work things out. But clearly you didn’t think we couldn’t so I moved on! And this time I made sure he really appreciated me. Unlike you!” I yelled. I was pretty sure everyone at the lake could hear me but I didn’t care. “ I was here waiting for you.” I moved close to him poking him in the chest with my index finger. “I stayed here. Where I promised I would be. But no, that wasn’t enough. So don’t dare be mad at me for holding my end of the deal! You choose not to. That’s that, John. I’m finally with someone that cares for me. Who wants to be here. Someone who wants me to be by their side and he wants to be by mine. Unlike you.” I scroffed, walking away from John. 

“Did you know that it hurts seeing you with him. It’all probably always hurt to see you with someone else.” John statement make me stop in my tracks. 

I laughed evilly before turning around. “ Don’t you dare John Swift. You made up your mind. You brought this onto yourself. So get used to it.” I turned around and walked back to the crowd. Once they saw me coming towards the they pretended they weren’t eavesdropping on our conversation. Not that I cared anyway. 

I went back to my previous position on Ben’s lap. Grabbing Emily’s wine, I chugged the whole glass down. 

“Hey!” She hollered before taking the empty cup from my hand. 

“Sorry, I just really needed that.” 

“ Yea, we heard. Sorry,love.” She rubbed my knee soothingly before getting up to pour another cup. 

John entered our circle again. This time looking slum. He whipped out his phone typing something on it and putting it back. He stared at Ben and I not even looking away when he noticed that I noticed him looking. 

After a couple of minutes my phone started to blow up with twitter notifications. 

All of them were connected to a tweet John had tweeted. Comment’s like ‘Indirect to (Y/T/U)’ and ‘You might want to see this.’ was quoted with the tweet. 

I opened the tweet to see what John had tweeted. I looked down at the tweet and back up at him. He looked at Ben and I with glossy eyes. 

I just shook my head at him, snuggling closer to Ben.

I was by his side, I was his right hand person but he messed that opportunity up and there was no going back.   


A/N: So it is finally here. I’ve literally written this like 15 minutes put each time my pages app kept crashing. This is not the plot I had for this but I kinda like this better then what I had originally planed. Oh well. Also take in the fact that John used the wrong ‘to’. I’m laughing. Oh Johnny Boy. Hope you enjoyed. My ask is open so make sure you stop by. xoxo (Gossip Girl. JK ) Sam


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Grounded-Winchester Sister

So this was fun to write. Enjoy!! Requests are OPEN.
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“Okay, take a deep breath…now.” The tattoo artist said to you. Just as you did he pushed a thick needle into the skin above your belly button, later replacing it with a sparkly ring.

“Am I finished?” You asked him, slowly pulling down your shirt, careful not to have it touch your new piercing. The guy nodded, handing you tattoo aftercare instructions and lotion.

“Now, for the next 6 weeks you have to put this lotion on the tattoo, it helps set the ink into your skin and also fights any kind of infections. As for your piercing. It shouldn’t need too much care, but in this bag there is sea salt spray. If it starts to become irritated or rash like, just spray this directly onto it. It should clean it out. Good luck.” He smiled, before helping you off the leather bed. You followed him to the front desk, paying for your new ink and shiny new ring that is on your belly button.

You had gotten the anti possession tattoo on your upper shoulder blade. You had lost the charm your brothers had given you and you were too chicken to ask them for another one. So easiest solution: sneak out and get a tattoo and add some new holes to your body. Sure they were going to be pissed as hell, but it was your body and you choose to do what you want to it.

You opened the door to the bunker, cursing silently when it squeaked. You had made it into your room without any questions from your brothers. Following the tattoo guy’s orders, you carefully applied the soothing lotion onto your shoulder, relaxing when it took some of the sting away.

“Y/N?! Are you home?” Your oldest brother, Dean, called, making you jump and throw on the nearest t shirt. The bottom of the fabric snagged your belly button ring and you nearly shouted in pain. Thank god it only came out a quiet whimper. Just as you pulled the shirt down, making sure it didn’t snag, Dean poked his head in. You smiled at him, pulling your hair from inside your shirt.

“What’s up?” You asked, letting out the breath you’ve been holding since he said your name. Dean gave you a puzzled look.

“Is that my shirt?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh, yeah. All my shirts are being washed and It got a little chilly in here. Sorry, do you want it back?” You asked, praying that he didn’t need it. He shook his head, making you sigh in relief.

“My little sister is stealing my clothes. Weird, but it’s sorta cute. Just wash it and give it back, alright?” You nodded quickly, waves of hair falling in front of your face. “I remember why I came in here now! Sammy made dinner and was wondering if you were hungry. He made mac and cheese with hot dogs.” Dean said. You squealed, that was your favorite meal. Dean laughed, following your body out of your room and into the kitchen where you practically drooled at the smell of the cheese and hot dogs.

“Thank you! I haven’t had this in forever!” You said happily, pressing a kiss to your youngest older brother’s cheek. Sam laughed, putting the cheesy noodles and hot dogs on a plate. Hastily taking it out of his hands you quickly sat down and began eating.

“This is sooooooo good!” You practically moaned into your fork. Your brothers laughed at you, watching you basically inhale your food.

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“I’m gonna go to bed now, night.” You said to your brothers, kissing their heads before walking to your room. Taking off Dean’s big shirt, you stripped from your jeans, replacing them with a pair of shorts. Climbing into your bed, you were careful not to sleep on your tattoo, which was rather uncomfortable; but you fell into a dreamless sleep nonetheless.

“Baby Winchester! Come get breakfast!” Sam yelled. You jumped out of your bed, sluggishly walking into the kitchen. You didn’t even think to cover your tattoo or piercing.

“Morning.” You yawned, rubbing your eyes, walking over to the fridge. Sam glanced over at you, watching as you pulled out the orange juice. He caught sight of your new tattoo, but decided against asking you about it until Dean was in the room. Of course, he was angry but he hides his emotions pretty well. As you walked to the table, you lifted your shirt to scratch your tummy, the light glinted off the diamond of your ring, which only angered Sam even more. How could you go out and get a tattoo AND a piercing without their permission?

“Morning guys,” Dean said, drying his hair with a towel. You grunted at him, taking a bite of your bacon strip. He laughed and started walking over to you to give you a kiss on the head before he saw your tattoo and stopped. “What the hell is that on your back?!” He asked, anger seething through him now. Oh shit. You forgot to cover it up. Turning around quickly, you see both of your brothers standing behind you, arms crossed and the same amount of anger on their faces. The anger pooled through them when the light glinted off your ring and you cursed when you forgot to cover your belly.

“Listen, guys. I had to get the anti possession tattoo! You guys have it! It’s not fair.” You said.

“We’re also adults, Y/N! You’re still a kid! We gave you the charm for a reason!” Sam shouted, making you feel smaller than you already did.

“I lost the charm and was scared to tell you. I figured that if I got the tattoo, I wouldn’t have to ask for a new one every time I lost it!” You explained. Dean gave you am understanding look.

“Okay, your explanation on the tattoo checks out. But it doesn’t explain the piercing.” He said, giving you the bitch face.

“I’ve always wanted to get it done. I had the money for it so I did it.” You said, pulling your shirt down, cheeks turning red.

“You’re grounded.” Sam and Dean said simultaneously. Your mouth dropped.

“Gro-gr-grounded?! That’s not fair!” You sputtered, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. One thing you hated most was the fact you cried when you were angry.

“Yes, no hunts for two weeks. Which also means you have to stay in the bunker for two weeks as well. Oh, and you can’t watch tv for two weeks.” Dean said.

The tears overflowed, soaking your neck and dripping down your tank top. “That’s not fair, Dean! It’s my body and I paid for both with my own money!” You shouted, choking back the sobs.

“I don’t care. You didn’t ask permission. You’re 15, Y/N.” He said simply. “Go to your room, now.” He pointed to your room. You groaned and stomped to your room. Before you slammed the door, you took the liberty of shouting, “YOU ARE THE WORST BROTHERS IN THE WORLD.”

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Being grounded sucked. Sam and Dean had left three days ago for hunt, which they reminded you that you weren’t allowed to attend. They also took the liberty in confiscating the tv remote. Stupids.

So there you were, sitting at one of the large tables in the library, reading a folklore book. You groaned, letting your head fall into the book, inhaling the scent of old pages. Normally you would be happy about the smell, but it made you angry. You wanted nothing then to go on the hunt.

“We’re home.” Sam said, putting his bags down at the entrance of the library. He walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your hair. You huffed in anger, keeping your eyes locked on the page that was now creased.

“Are we still the worst brothers ever?”
“Yes, yes you are. Nothing is going to change that.”
“Not even lifting your grounding?” Sam asked, as Dean made his way into the library, a grin on his face. Your eyes went wide, trying to process what all was being said.

“You serious?” You asked. They nodded.

“You were right. It is your body, and you do tend to lose things easily, and plus that belly thing isnt that bad. Just next time, you’ll ask permission. We’ll probably say no, but at least you asked.” Dean said, sitting down.

“Thank you. It was getting boring around here. I want to kill some monsters.” You said, laughing a little at the end. Hunting was your life, and having that taken away from you would be like having your kidney removed without any medicine. You hugged your brothers, thanking them for lifting your grounding.

“I’m sorry for calling you guys the ‘worst brothers ever,’ I know you were upset and I shouldn’t have over dramatized that.” You said sheepishly. The boys laughed, taking swigs of their beers.

“If I’m going to ask for permission now…can I have a beer?” You asked. Sam choked on his drink, coughing loudly.

“Absolutely not, Y/N! You’re 15, remember?!” He said, making you burst into a fit of giggles.

“It was worth a shot.” You laughed, going and grabbing a juice pouch from the fridge. They may be over protective, but they did it out of love. “You guys are the best big brothers anybody could ask for. I love you.”

“We know.” Sam and Dean said at the same time, giving you the famous Winchester smile.

Eat Me - Joshifer one-shot (NC-17)

A/N: Happy Halloween, everybody! I wasn’t originally planning to do this, but @hysterical-for-joshifer suffered a difficult loss this week, and she asked me if I would be willing to write her a Joshifer drabble to help cheer her up. Then my imagination got carried away, and I had way too much fun making this banner. And this turned into a one-shot rather than just a drabble. Allie, I hope this fulfills your requests and puts a smile on your face sweetie. <3 

(Love to @allhailthehutch for cheering me on and @starsmahogany for waiting patiently for me to write another Joshifer story.)

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Super Easy Burritos or quesadillas

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This is such a quick and easy recipe that you can change so many ways. It can be made on the stove, microwave or hot plate. All you do is take a tortilla, any kind you like. I like lo carb but thats me. take any cheese ( if you eat cheese) and any type of protein you like, Mushrooms, chicken, steak, shrimp, hot dogs, any vegetarian version anything! You can leave it like that or you could add veggies. Its so customizable, toss everything in and either heat it up on the stove until the cheese is melted and protein is warm and the tortilla is crispy or toss it in the microwave for a min or two then roll it up. I did this with sandwich meat and cheese or hot dogs and cheese when i was a kid home alone a lot. Like I said this can be made vegan or Vegetarian or to fit any type of diet.

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tinyfic prompt (for deadline-from-hell antidote): Maddie, caramel

“I’m going to be in the kitchen for a while!” Maddie shouted to the house at large as she circumnavigated Jazz’s study space to get through the living room.

“I’ll warn Danny to stay away, then,” Jazz grumbled after turning the page. “Making fudge again?”

“Yep!” Maddie replied. “Your father’s running a bit low and… wait, how did you know?”

Jazz snorted, making her highlighter jump up a line on the page. “Uh, well you don’t really make anything else,” she said, trying to rub out the florescent orange. It wouldn’t budge.

Maddie paused at the kitchen doorway. “That’s not true. I make lots of things, sweetie.”

“It’s actually mostly fudge and dinner. But since it’s only two o’clock…” Jazz trailed off, realizing that the next paragraph in the textbook was also important.

Maddie’s forehead scrunched up in thought. “You know, I guess you’re right. I haven’t made my cookies in a while. Or the pumpkin cheesecake. Or… oh, I can’t even remember the last time I made caramel! You know, I used to be famous for my caramel in college. I made a plate for Jack, actually, when we started dating…”

“That’s nice, Mom,” Jazz said absently.

“You know what? I’m going to make some caramel,” Maddie decided.

“As long as it isn’t mutant hot dogs, I’m good with it.”

“Well, no one’s been eating them…” she lamented.

“That’s because they’re mutant. hot dogs,” Jazz pointed out, shaking her head at the obliviousness of their family sometimes.

“Haven’t they stopped growling yet?” Maddie mused, opening the refrigerator door. The hot dogs all surged for her hand with their little fanged teeth and she promptly kicked the door shut. “Guess not. Well, some nice caramel should be safe.”

Fifteen minutes later, her opinion had changed completely.

Jazz wasn’t entirely sure how everything her mother touched managed to become at least vaguely sentient, but fudge seemed to be about the only constant exception.

The caramel, despite Maddie’s most forceful efforts with a wooden spoon, and then her hip blaster, sludged up the sides of the pot nearly as soon as the sugar had melted, oozing slowly, but determinedly over the counter top and anything in its way in an effort to get out the window.

As soon as she heard the commotion, Jazz had joined in the fray as well, wielding a broomstick with more skill than she should have possessed. Thankfully, Maddie was more occupied with containing the caramel sludge to notice her daughter’s growing combat skill.

It seemed to speed up every time Maddie shot at it, though, and cookbook blockades didn’t stop it from pressing itself out through the screen of the open kitchen window.

From there, it disappeared from view, possibly sticking to the side of the house, perhaps fallen into the grass.

Maddie and Jazz stared at each other, breathing heavily in an unbelieving silence.

Then Maddie ran for the basement, throwing open the door and shouting, “Honey! Got a problem!”

Jazz cringed and made a speedy exit up the stairs. Before finding sanctuary in her room (just in case the caramel goo was still attached to the house when her parents decided to attack it), she knocked on Danny’s door. It was closed, but then again, it was whether he was home or not and she didn’t know what his plans had been that afternoon.

He told her to come in, though, so she sheepishly stuck her head in and grinned.

His face fell before she even had a chance to begin.

“Uh, hey, little brother! So, yeah, Mom may or may not have created a sentient glob of caramel that escaped out the window and, uh, it may or may not seem to gain power when shot at with ectoplasmic based weapons and, um, Mom may have just gone to get Dad to take care of it. So… I think you may have a new ghost to dealwithtonightsorry!”


(Danny texted Sam and Tucker to give them a head’s up that he’d probably need them on patrol that night to track down a culinarily created ghost. He face-palmed when they both responded “sweet”)