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Whatcha Got There, Danny?

It was an average school day. Starting too early for any teen to truly enjoy, the majority of students made their way to first period with all due enthusiasm.

Surprisingly, Danny was one of them.

"You're on time?" Sam looked to the window and squinted at the sky as Danny took his seat, rolling his eyes. "I don't think the world is ending, it's a bit too sunny for that."

That got Danny to pause as he reached into his bag. "Actually, it's pretty likely the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs burned off whatever weather pattern-"

"Hey, Danny," Tucker cut in a little nervously. "Did you forget to give Dorathea something back?"

Pulling his hand all the way out of his bag, Danny met the eyes of the small, vaguely transparent dragon that was clinging to his thermos and smothered a sigh before turning back to his friend to give the wrong answer on purpose.

"I don't think Dora likes my coffee, man."

"That is not what I meant and you know it. Is that her kid?"

Uncapping the mostly normal thermos and not even blinking as the little guy scrambled up his arm to sit on his shoulder (a little difficult as those tiny claws were sharp), Danny slurped a sip of his coffee just to be annoying only to choke on it a bit when Sam jostled his other arm trying to hurry along an answer. He managed to swallow the mouthful before coughing around his surrender.

"Alright, alright!" He coughed again. "It's not Dora's kid."

"Is it," Sam grimaced as she stopped mid-sentence, clearly unwilling to finish the thought of Aragon having a kid.

"It's mine." Danny assured her quickly, trying to keep his voice down so the other students in the room wouldn't start looking their way. Maybe too quickly as he heard it aloud and had to correct himself to his friends' shocked looks. "My dragon! Not my kid!"

The little guy sat up tall and proud, little wings flaring out as he gave what he probably thought was a mighty roar. Danny was too busy trying to not get smacked by the unfortunately tangible wing smacking his ear to snicker at the squeaking noise like his friends were.

"That's cool," Tucker managed to compose himself enough to look over his shoulder past some of their now curious classmates to check if Mr. Lancer was on his way. "But school doesn't seem like the best place to bring a dragon."

"It's better than leaving him at home."

"Your parents know about him?!" Sam leaned in to hiss, already looking ready to throw down if anyone hurt the foot long, ghostly lizard currently playing with his hair.

"He won't leave me alone," Danny explained, exhausted by having to go through this for Ancients who knew how many times since last night. At least he wasn't having to twist the story around like he had to do with his parents. "Did you know that all of Dora's Knights are dragon knights? Because I didn't."

He waited a moment as they both did their best to imagine the dragon turning into a similarly sized knight. Or, that's what Danny assumed they were doing as he tried to do the same when Dora first explained this, but it wasn't a transformation like she and her brother could do.

"So, it's protection?" Tucker asked, baffled.

"No, it's my dragon." Danny pointed to himself. "I'm the one who got knighted, remember?"

The dragons were companions.

"Honestly, not really. Too much stuff happens to you, dude."

"Fair." Danny didn't always believe he went through all of that either.

"How'd you get him past your parents? Do you need a place to stay?" Sam pressed, still focused on the biggest problem.

"I told them he's a blob ghost." He watched them both stare at him, then look to the little dragon that was determinedly reaching the peak of mount Danny via the footholds which usually found use as his nose and ear, then back. "I know, I'm not sure how I managed it either. Something clicked with them about 'post-human consciousness', ghostly shape shifting, and how I really liked dragons as a kid. After arguing about it for practically the whole night not going to question it. Hopefully, the little guy can learn to go invisible before they move on to experimentation instead of just observation."

"That almost explains how you can keep him at home, but what about-"

"Dragonriders of Pern, Mister Fenton!" Mr. Lancer sounded somewhere between aghast and resigned. "What is that?"

"It's my, er." Frowning, Danny put one hand up to keep the dragon from falling and reached down to pull out the form his parents filled out for him this morning to ensure the school wouldn't stop this 'experiment'. Holding it out, he read the reason off the page, "my emotional support ghost-dragon. I need him. For reasons. Sir."

Mr. Lancer's sigh was almost as long as Jazz's was when she heard.

Well, that was settled. Now he just had to figure out how to explain why the dragon was going to follow Phantom too.

Wes was going to have a field day.

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Sooo I missed all of Phic Phight due to personal, real life reasons (most good, some not) but the ideas I started cooking up in that first week still need to be written down before they eat me from the inside lol Also, I guess this could count a little bit for Dannymay day 1, though I'm late for the dragon prompt there too haha

I maybe made the dragon a little younger and less capable of speaking than the prompt called for, but I like him anyway. Even if Danny refused to name him.

I hope you like this interpretation!

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🗡️Kill Caesar: Outline a version of your story where the main character dies. What would all the supporting characters do?

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CC TV

Four in the morning was the absolute worst time of day. Too late to stay up and still feel good, too early to wake up without feeling like he wasn't being punished - just the worst.

At least it seemed like everyone else had the same opinion as the roads were nearly empty as he raced to his production company's office building. Not the larger one he usually visited with the recording studios, but the more traditional office building where most of those in management got their work done.

Screeching into a parking spot (or two, he didn't really check the lines), Eddie barely managed to turn off the car before hopping out and rushing in. His nerves were already shot when he got the call to head over fifteen minutes ago, but seeing the ambulance parked outside the back entrance only ratcheted them up further.

A quick glance showed him that the vehicle was empty. Quiet.

Inside the building then.

The jangling noises of his chains was distracting as he tried to find the right room in the maze of offices, but not because it was loud. Conversely, it was because he didn't have time to throw on everything he normally did and the fact he only had a wallet chain and his keys kept making him think he left something behind. 

(He did. He left them at home which meant he didn't need to keep checking his wrists for bracelets that weren't there, especially when it only brought attention to the fact he was only wearing two rings right now.)

Eventually he turned the last corner only to stop short when he nearly ran into someone.

"Whoa there." Eddie leaned back, hands up but not quite touching the slim woman in front of him, held there just in case she fell over as she stumbled back.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." He saw a flash of red rimmed blue eyes before she glanced over her shoulder at the door just behind her. Reading the 'Security' listed on the front, Eddie felt his eyebrows rise up. When the woman turned back her lopsided blond ponytail swung over her shoulder. "Do you need to get past? I'm just waiting on my manager and..."

She took a shaky breath, holding it as she blinked rapidly and Eddie's own worry diminished a little in the face of hers.

"Yours too?" Because that's what his terrible wake-up call was about.

"Too? Oh!" Hand coming up to cover her mouth, the woman looked more surprised than sad, which wasn't much better, but a step in the right direction. "You mean Miss Buckley?"

"That's my Birdie." Eddie confirmed with a smile that probably didn't look as relaxed as he tried to make it if the woman's sympathetic look was anything to go by. Not too sympathetic though, which meant Robbie was probably fine behind that door. Probably.

Christ, Eddie hoped so.

Robin was an old friend from high school, part of the marching band where he and the others went off the rails early to try and catch the crazy train to stardom. But even though she never wanted to trade her trumpet for a guitar, she helped them land gigs, set up their shows, and even followed them into the business when they first got signed. She couldn't just walk directly in and become their manager unfortunately, so she worked her way up through the usual routes, interning then assistant until she got enough experience that they could request her specifically.

He wasn't sure what they'd do without her at this point. Both personally and professionally.

Damn, he needed to call the others. Not right then, but after he got more information. He needed to remember that

"Wait, that means-" Frown turning around into an excited smile that only wobbled a little, the woman pointed at him. "You're the other CC! Oh, goodness! I've heard so much about you!"

Other CC?

Hang on.

Eddie blinked again and tried to wake up a little more. He thought the woman looked familiar, but he it was probably because he just wasn't used to seeing her in casual clothes instead of over the top stagewear or the high fashion she wore while modeling.

"Chrissy C?"

"You've heard of me?" The popstar looked surprised and delighted, as if there was anyone in the industry who hadn't heard of the rising star. She took home a Grammy last year for god sake!

"I'm more surprised you've heard of us." Eddie pointed out, completely reasonably.

"Of course I have!" Chrissy looked almost offended at the insinuation that she wouldn't even though their genres were completely different and the industry was huge. "I love Corroded Coffin! The Crawl is one of my favorite songs to listen to before going on stage!"

That, Eddie could feel the tips of his ears flushing a little, that was quite a complement actually. The anthem was one he and the others wrote together years ago, something to pump them and the crowds up as it literally screamed about never giving up even in the face of death.

He fought the need to grab a piece of hair to hide behind. It was an old instinct, one he tried not to do because it was all too frequently interpreted as flirting when really it was an old remnant of when he was a shy middle schooler. (And yeah, sometimes it was flirting, but relationships as a rockstar were insanely difficult, so he tried not to send mixed signals if possible.)

"Besides," she continued before he could find the words to thank her, "I'm not sure I could avoid hearing about you if I wanted to. My manager and his siblings all love your work."

Her joke was immediately cut off by a gasp before she backtracked.

"Not that I want to avoid hearing you! I love it!" She assured him, brows drawn together as if worried he was getting the wrong impression. "It's just, they were the ones to introduce me to it and they're always playing it when we're home and sometimes on tour and I'm going to shut up now."

That last part was so much like Robin that Eddie couldn't help the laugh it pulled from him.

"You talk to Robin a lot?" It sounded like it, if their mannerisms were starting to merge.

"A bit." A pretty pink flush rose to her cheeks and she looked back at the door to the security office again. "Only when we happen to be in the office at the same time. Well, when Steve needs to be in the office and Miss Buckley's in."

"Steve?" Eddie couldn't remember anyone signed to the label named Steve. Maybe one of the other ensemble bands or one of her backups?

"My manager, Steve Harrington." Waving a hand back to the security office, Chrissy bit her lip. "He has the office next to Miss Buckley's."

Oh! That Steve! Of course. Damn, Eddie must really be out of it, because not only did he have to put up with Robin griping about 'Stupid Harrington' this and 'you won't believe what Harrington said' that after she got her current possition, but after a few months it all turned around to be 'and you'll never believe what the dingus did today' in such fond tones. Whatever got Steve Harrington in Robin's good books Eddie may never know, certainly not from her.

Some best friend she was.

She wouldn't even show him a picture of the guy! Something about 'avoiding the inevitable' which was an ominous thing to say.

(Eddie did try to figure it out on his own, but he didn't really come here that often and the one time he tried checking the other offices he nearly ran into the hottest guy he'd ever seen and only missed tossing hot coffee on the poor unsuspecting man by inches. Needless to say he kind of avoided the place out of sheer embarrassment for the two months directly following that.)

"They're the only two that got trapped in the back elevator." Chrissy assured him.

The back elevator that got stuck for two hours before someone in Security realized something was wrong. The whole reason why they called Eddie in as Robin's emergency contact. Right.

"Do you know how they're doing?" And why Chrissy's manager didn't contact someone sooner? Eddie knew exactly why Robin couldn't - her cell broke just yesterday afternoon - surely it couldn't have happened to both of them on the same day, right?

"They were monitoring them on oxygen when they asked me to step outside." Reaching up, she tugged on her ponytail in a way that made it obvious why it was so lopsided. "The rooms a bit too small for everyone to fit."

"Oxygen?" That was more worrying than the rest of it. Aren't elevators ventilated? "Why would they need that, did they pass out?"

"Whatever broke gave off a smell or something?" She gave her ponytail another worried tug. "They couldn't say. Some maintenance person is looking at it now. Their Oh-Two levels were just low so they're being careful."

That was concerning, but not life threatening. Eddie could feel the tension lingering in his shoulders, but until he saw Robin whole and hale he wasn't going to be able to shake it. Maybe he could distract Chrissy before she tore her hair out though.

"Are you and Steve close?"

"Of course!" Chrissy looked confused for a moment before the question really clicked and he watched her face scrunch up into a mildly disgusted look. "Um, not probably the way you're thinking."

Well, it was certainly a milder version of Robin's usual gagging whenever anyone asked if she was dating Eddie or any of the other guys.

"He's my second cousin." She explained and oh boy, maybe she and Robin should swap reactions. Chrissy had way more reason to be grossed out by the implications. "We didn't really know each other well until my mother pushed me to try to go professional. He was already working with a label at the time, though as more of a runner than a manager, so our parents got us in touch."

Ah, nepotism. Eddie wondered how old this guy was to get her in to the biz. If he was in his forties and fifties it would narrow the pool of managers Eddie got a good look at up on Robin's floor. (Maybe the balding one?) Well, he'd be more mad if she didn't have the talent to back it up.

"Helped you get signed then?"

She shook her head so vehemently her hair tie started to slip.

"Oh, no. We actually kind of bombed with his original label. Well, I did." Pausing, she glanced over her shoulder and then over Eddie's as if there would be anyone else in this pace at four in the goddamn morning. There weren't any camera's to avoid either, not directly outside the security office (which felt like a huge hole in security actually). She even lowered her voice to say, "When they tried to, uh, ask me to convince them to sign me he basically quit on the spot."

Damn. Well, Eddie certainly knew why she was so cautious. Sleeping your way into the industry wasn't unheard of and he wasn't about to look down on those who wanted to try and do it to follow their dream, but Eddie knew he wasn't the only one to be disgusted by executives and producers who thought it should be the norm. If everyone involved consented it wasn't Eddie's place to judge, but anything other than explicit consent was never something he could get behind. 

(In fact, he was more than happy to take whatever steps necessary to ensure it would never happen to anyone ever again, but that was a whole other argument and the look on Chrissy's face said he'd be preaching to the choir right then.)

So, less nepotism and more heroics, huh?

"Sounds like a good dude."

"He is." She confirmed with a soft smile, that turned a little mischievous. "When he's not being a petty bitch, of course."

"A bitch?" Eddie prompted with a smile of his own, more than happy to keep them both distracted with this unexpected gossip session as they waited for that damn Security door to open.

"Oh, yeah." Nodding seriously, she ignored how her hair was practically down at this point to lean in like telling a secret. "He says it's a defense mechanism from having to look after his kids for so long, but I know it's just because he was a mean girl in high school. Babysitting probably didn't help it, but it definitely wasn't the start, you know?"

A heroic, bitchy babysitter? This guy was sounding a bit impossible.

"I'm beginning to think you're pulling my leg, Miss C." He grinned when she pouted at him. "Next you're going to tell me he's a handsome prince who loves long walks on the beach and getting caught in the rain."

Hand slapping to her face, Chrissy snorted loud enough to earn her a concerned look. Still choking on a laugh she shook her head only to laugh harder when her ponytail finally gave up the ghost and the tie hit the floor.

"While I do love making pretty girls laugh," Eddie admitted with a wink before leaning down to pick the hair tie up. "I didn't think that joke warranted all that."

"Sorry!" She squeaked out before taking some deep breaths to try not to laugh, her stress obviously bleeding into the happier emotion and making it hard to control. It mostly worked, but Eddie could still see her lips twitching as she explained. "Some of the other kids in high school called him 'King Steve' actually?"

The last came out as a question before she had to bite her lips against further laughter and Eddie let out a sharp laugh of his own because what were the odds?

"How do you even know that?" He asked, incredulous. Waving the hair tie, he motioned for her to turn around. Did her cousin like to relive his glory days or something?

"He was only one year above me," she pointed out like it was obvious, before doing as he asked. Eddie's hands were already pulling her hair back as the words sunk in and he paused for a moment. "It wasn't that hard to figure out."

So not some old guy then. Shit. That was most of Eddie's last defense against thinking that this random manager might be his dream guy.

Because the only other manager around their age on Robin’s floor was the guy he nearly scalded with coffee.

He tried not to think about that as he put her hair back up.

Tried not to think about tanned skin, brown eyes, plush lips. Tried not to think about the guilty dreams he had in the days and weeks that followed, the ones where he wasn't a klutz, where he was smooth enough to ask the guy out, to hear more than just a startled 'It's fine', to feel how soft those lips might be.

It didn't work.

Just the not thinking part. Chrissy's hair looked amazing once he was done with it.

"He single?" The question slipped out almost unconsciously. Actually, Eddie didn't really intend to ask it at all, but four o'clock in the morning made him a bit stupid. Again, it was a punishment even as the clock ticked closer to five.

He would have face palmed if it weren't for how quickly Chrissy turned to face him.

"Yes." Chrissy answered before he could take it back then jumped directly to a question of her own. "Is Miss Buckley?"

Oh. Oh. Someone's got a crush (and it's not just him on some guy he's probably only spoken to once).

Chrissy C, biggest popstar of the last three years, wore an expression so hopeful it made Eddie want to pinch her cheek.

"She is indeed."

Chrissy's smile lit up the hallway.

Actually, that was probably just the light from the Security room.

"CC?"

Eddie blinked away the spots caused by the brighter light and felt his breath catch at the sight of the man standing in the doorway.

It was him.

His brown eyes were concerned and his lips were set in a slight frown as he looked the other woman over. The guy looked tired, bags under his eyes and his clothes wrinkled, but none of that could stop Eddie from noticing the shape of his jaw, the curl of his hair across his brow, the size of his hands as he reached for Chrissy.

"Hey, TV," Chrissy reached out to take the offered hand, voice soft. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." Someone inside, probably Robin if Eddie was hearing it right, told him to sit back down and the guy rolled his eyes. "How about you? I thought I heard you out here?"

Dreams of that voice really couldn't measure up to hearing the real thing. Eddie wasn't sure if the guy's voice was rough from what they just went through or if it sounded like that all the time, but he couldn't quite stop the shiver working it's way up his spine at the sound of it.

"I was talking to - oh," Chrissy gave Eddie a guilty look before turning back to the man. "Oh, Steve help, you know I'm bad with names."

Those brown eyes met his and the introduction Eddie was going to make died on his tongue, because Steve's eyes were almost glowing in the fluorescent lighting and something about having that full focus on him made Eddie's mind go just as blank now as it did when he bumped into the man three months ago.

"Eddie Munson." His name slipped out of those perfect lips and Eddie couldn't do anything but smile in return, barely managing a nod, one hand tugging a lock of hair forward unconciously.

"That's it! Eddie!" Chrissy grinned at him, the sparkle in her eye only growing as she tugged Steve out of the doorway. "He was kind enough to keep me company while we were waiting on you."

"Really?" It looked like Steve was having as much trouble looking away as Eddie was, because his eyes only flicked down to Eddie's rumpled clothes once before settling on his face again as he offered a small smile. "Thanks."

"No problem." The words came out almost as a whisper so Eddie cleared his throat and tried again. "It was a pleasure getting to know the 'other CC'."

Chrissy threw him a grin and then grabbed the handle to the security office.

"I'm going to check on Miss Buckley, keep an eye on Steve, alright?" She said like that made any sense when Eddie came here specifically to check on his best friend, but he was also pretty sure Birdie would be in good hands and he hoped to god that Steve wouldn't mind being in his.

"Of course." The promise was unnecessary, seeing as the door was already swinging shut, but something about it had Steve raising a single brow, attention still focused on Eddie.

"You're going to keep an eye on me?" Steve asked, a smirk curling the edges of his mouth in a way that made it somehow more impossible to look away from. "After everything that Rob's had to pull you out of?"

"I see my reputation proceeds me." Grinning, Eddie tipped forward, tilting his head to one side teasingly. "Surely you don't think I could get in to anything in a back hallway, do you Stevie?"

When Steve didn't back up, didn't lean away, didn't try to hide the way his eyes tracked Eddie's tongue as he wet his lips, Eddie reached out with one finger to tug at Steve's belt loop with a grin.

"I think you could certainly try." The hand that covered Eddie's was warm and he still desperately wanted to know if Steve's lips were just as soft as they looked, as soft as his touch.

And maybe it was a really good thing there weren't any cameras here, because relationships were hard when you were a rockstar and hiding the way Steve backed Eddie up to the opposite wall to let him feel just how soft his lips were would be really difficult otherwise.

At least this way they managed to make it two weeks before some pap caught them holding hands in a restaurant a few blocks down the road.

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Thanks again for helping me with the prompt poll! Jokes a bit on you because this one kept asking to be written so I already had most of it done before the poll finished, but it's nice that my muse read your collective minds for once lol

If it wasn't obvious: CC is Chrissy Cunningham and Corroded Coffin and TV was Chrissy's way of shortening Stevie to a similar nickname. When I get this on AO3 one day I may change the title, but we'll see

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Take a Byte

"Huh." Danny stood up straight and leaned sideways, simultaneously standing on something flat and nothing at all. "Well, that's different."

Floating up (for a given definition of the word) a little he tried reaching out to what he was going to call the 'ceiling', but maybe 'screen' was a better word?

"Different?" The question was a little muffled, the view of Tucker's frown was almost too clear though. And big. "Different how? We've done this before."

"Yeah, but usually only when I'm too busy fighting Technus to look around." Danny pointed out, doing just that. Turning away from the mind bogglingly large view of his friend's face, Danny tried to orient himself. It was difficult to do in a place he knew was 2D even though his eyes insisted there was a third dimension. Viewing Tucker's PDA from the inside was always a bit odd.

Floating upwards, or maybe just to the left? Whatever, he made his way over to the list of application icons cluttering the floor/wall and tried to grab one. He felt the pressure of whatever it was for just a moment before the app - the calculator - opened up. Jolting above it in surprise, Danny reached out and hit the hilariously huge '8' button to see if he could.

"Dude, why do you have your calculator on your main screen?" Danny teased, ignoring Tucker's sigh as zipped down to hit the '0' twice.

"Because I don't like bringing a separate one to math class, which we have nearly every school day. You know that." A finger loomed large and Danny was quick to move to the side as Tucker tapped out of the application, each interaction causing a little zap of electricity between the screen and the PDA's display.

"Fair." He made a mental note to try and avoid that if at all possible. Sure, the arc seemed to start at the floor instead of Tuck's finger, but probably not fun to be near either way. "Can you open a webpage? So far Technus has stayed mostly local, but if he ever gets the bright idea to surf the web to different locations I'd like to have some experience navigating the place."

"Sure." Tucker used the stylus this time, the plastic pen coming down like one of his parent's inventions and zipping here and there as a browser opened below Danny's feet. A webpage opened, then another as Tucker entered in an address.

"Whoa, hang on." Danny flew closer as Tucker hesitated before clicking through a pop-up banner.

"What?"

"It's just," putting one hand on the edge of the banner, Danny trailed off as he looked closer at the bottom side of it, the one hidden from the screen. "Dude, when they say cookies, I didn't know they were literal?"

"They aren't." Tucker asserted confidently. "Or, rather, they are but only in the technological version."

"Hm, are you sure?" Sniffing a little, Danny tried to identify the small package full of delicious looking baked goods hanging from the banner. Chocolate chip definitely, but maybe with a ginger snap thrown in? It smelled spicy.

"Man, no one would know how to code in actual cookies to a webpage, especially not the local news station." He brandished the stylus again only to huff exasperatedly when Danny flew up to wave him off. "Come on, you have to be pulling my leg."

"Are you talking to your PDA again?" Danny could hardly hear Sam's question, but it did a nice job of distracting Tucker.

Danny flew to the little banner as Tucker tried defending himself against Sam's teasing and flipped a few options before accepting the necessary cookies. When the final button was pressed a little bag of cookies (just the chocolate chip ones, it looked like) dropped from the banner into his hand. Opening it up, he inspected one (yep, looked like a cookie) before taking a bite.

"Uh, whatcha got there Danny?" Sam asked filling the ceiling with her suspicious look, Tucker clearly having turned it her way to 'prove' he was talking to Danny.

"A cookie!" The words were a bit hard to get out around the mouthful, but he was sure the one he held up to showcase got the message across.

"What?" Tucker appeared again in a blur. "Danny, where did you get those from?"

"The webpage." Sometimes Tucker asked the dumbest questions. "I told you they were real."

"Cookies aren't - they don't - it doesn't work like that!"

Sam took the PDA from Tucker when it was clear he was having a crisis. She left him to his mumbles and instead asked, "Are they good? Do you know if they're vegan?"

"They're alright," Danny put another one in his mouth to try and pin down why they weren't great as he read the back of the package. "A bit stale, I guess. And, uh, no idea on the vegan part - this just says they're made from 'top quality ones and zeroes'."

"There's advertising on the webpage cookies?"

They both ignored Tucker's baffled question as Sam thought his response over, a frown forming before she asked, "Wait, aren't you just ones and zeroes when you're in there?"

"Theoretically. That's what Tucker believes at least."

Her frown turned a bit disgusted.

"Does that make eating the cookies cannibalism?"

That made Danny hesitate. He held the cookie he was about to eat out in front of him and inspected it for a beat, then remembered every other time they discussed cannibalism recently and popped it in his mouth anyway.

"Can't be worse than needing to drink ecto, right?"

Sam scrunched her nose up, but clearly remembered how she didn't win that fight, especially after Frostbite brought out the 'medically necessary' parts. The PDA was snatched back before she could respond and Tucker's face was even closer than before, his eye nearly the size of Danny.

"Danny! You don't know what's in those! I didn't see which ones you allowed, what if they have trackers in there?!"

There weren't, Danny made sure of that, but seeing Tucker all worked up was kind of funny so he just shrugged.

"Would that mean they could track him outside of your PDA though?"

"That's it, I'm pulling you out." Tucker started the process and Danny responded by shoving the last of the cookies he was holding in his mouth. "Danny! Stop that! No!"

Chewing faster (and nearly choking in his haste) Danny managed to swallow them down before being hurled back into reality, the switch from 2D to 3D making him stumble right into Tucker's hands, where his friend shook him by the shoulders frantically.

"Spit them out!"

"Keep that up and I might hurl them at you, but in the least pleasant way possible." All the shaking was making him a bit sick.

"Why would you do that?" Tucker let go of him to put a hand to his hat. "Who knows what they translated to here!"

Smacking his lips a little, Danny brushed a few crumbs from his hands then reached in his pocket to retrieve the package and the final cookie he kept inside it, still chocolatey if a bit crumbly. "Looks to me like they're still cookies."

"Hm," Sam grabbed it and inspected the packaging for herself. "Do you think this makes them vegan and cruelty free or does being a cookie from a corporate webpage cancel that last part out?"

Danny hummed as Tucker snagged the package to freak out over, before offering, "I could try to grab one from a non-profit next time?"

"No," Tucker cut in. "Stop taking food from strange websites! Jazz will have my head!"

"Spoilsport."

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Tangled Up In You - now posted here!

Summary:

It's just a game of Twister. One two-player game of Twister, just Eddie and Steve and a chance to show off. How bad could it be? ---------------- "What is with you and getting red?" Pulling one hand from the blue dot it was pressed against with a sharp sticky rip, Steve wiped it against his shirt before putting it back down between his other hand and his foot. "Are these the actual spins or are you just fucking with me?" Staring at how the deep stretch pulled Steve's sweatpants tight across his thighs and ass, Eddie swallowed. Damn, he wished. Steve wobbled as his head turned so he could stare at Eddie. "What?" Eddie who just realized he said that out loud.

Hey Steddie fans! I was going through my old docs and realized I have like 5-10 oneshots I never posted??? Wild, not sure how that happened lol

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Hey Steddie fans! I was going through my old docs and realized I have like 5-10 oneshots I never posted??? Wild, not sure how that happened lol

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Probably going to have a little time to write this weekend (I hope), so I'd love it if you could help me out and -

Ficlet will likely hit Saturday or Sunday. Thanks in advance for helping me pick!

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Prompt: it's been a long time Word Count: 2,345 Fandom: Teen Wolf, Katekyo Hitman Reborn Relationships: Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski Tags: Lightning Stiles, Sky Hales, Organized Crime Chapter 2 Summary:

"Are we there yet?" "No." Peter droned, trying to go for bored as if Stiles couldn't see his agitation at being asked that for, oh, maybe the thirty-seventh time in the last hour. Look, Stiles was hoping to get some advice on how to handle members of an unknown crime syndicate casing their town for interesting people to 'recruit'. He did not ask to be kidnapped on a day they had lacrosse practice, even if Peter kidnapping him was far preferable to getting nabbed by their unexpected guests. Ugh.

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Prompt: you were the first Word Count: 1,109 Fandom: Teen Wolf, Discworld, Rise of the Guardians Relationships: Death (Discworld) & Stiles Stilinski Tags: Santoff Claussen Native Claudia, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions Summary:

Sometimes Death needs a vacation. When that happens, Deaths from other dimensions are asked to help out while they're gone. The one who most frequently covers for Stiles' usual Death is one from a very different world - one shaped like a disc. ------------------------ HELLO STILES. "Hey, Death, nice of you to drop by." Because it was, even when his neighbor's confused look turned a bit concerned. Understandable, as here only a few could see the skeletal reaper and most of those were because the individual was close to slipping off the mortal coil. Thankfully, they were too far away to hear what he was saying to what they must thing was thin air. "Here for business or pleasure?"

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Prompt: let me remind you Word Count: 1,473 Fandom: Danny Phantom Tags: Science Experiments, Allergies, Fluff and Humor Summary:

When Jazz first pitched an allergy test shortly after another blood blossom incident, Danny thought it was a smart idea. That was before he saw the list of things they'd be testing. "Uh, can I back out of this?" They couldn't stop him if he went intangible and ran, right?

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Prompt: i won't let you down Word Count: 859 Fandom: Star Wars, Witch Hat Atelier Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Pointed Hat Jedi, Brimmed Hat Sith Summary:

Rarely is the matter of an apprentice witch taken to the council, but it's even more rare to accept an outsider from the unknowing into the temple to learn the secret art of magic. However, Qui-Gon managed it and now that he's gone Obi-Wan must do the same to keep his promise. Anakin Skywalker already knows enough magic to be dangerous. Whether he learned it by chance or due to some sinister plan of the brimmed hat witches, erasing his memories instead of training him will only leave him vulnerable to those who practice forbidden magics after he was seen at the attack in Naboo. Obi-Wan made his argument, now he just has to convince the Wise elders on the council of it.

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Prompt: we've done worse Word Count: 1,130 Fandom: Star Wars Relationships: Coruscant Guard Friendships Tags: Humor Summary:

Aptronym noun - A name that is aptly suited to its owner Being given a number instead of a name is demoralizing, but the sith made a mistake when they gave the clones the opportunity to claim names for themselves instead of being assigned one on decanting.

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Prompt: did you hear that? Word Count: 2,676 Fandom: Teen Wolf, Katekyo Hitman Reborn Relationships: Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski Tags: Lightning Stiles, Sky Hales, Organized Crime Summary:

Organized crime popping up in Beacon Hills was something Stiles started planning around and against years ago. He had more than a handful of contingencies and hiding places ready to go even when taking werewolves into account. It was just unfortunate that the best help he could get for that was also the biggest pain.

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Prompt: well, that worked out great Word Count: 8,488 Fandom: Stranger Things Relationships: Eddie/Steve, Nancy/Robin Summary:

“Me? I’m just a messenger. A delivery boy, even.” Sweeping his arms wide, Eddie gives a half bow. “And what are you here to deliver? Another threat?” The king nearly scoffs as Eddie straightens up, cloak settling into place around him once more. “Threat? No, I’m delivering on a promise.” In a flash, Eddie stands next to a very startled Princess Robin who does a unexpectedly impressive job trying to fight off his grab before the noble next to her inadvertently trips her up. “Move!” From across the room Harrington’s voice sounds different rattling around in that helmet, pitched high with worry. Too bad he’s not going to get here in time. “I’m also delivering a person, but not to you. Say goodbye to your princess!”

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Prompt: let's try this Word Count: 1,751 Fandom: Game of Thrones, Buffy the Vampire Slayer Summary:

The Nights Watch did more than just man the Wall, they were the Watchers - those who ensure the evil that lives North of the Wall never travels South of it. They assist the Slayer in any way they can even when those that appear among the Free Folk who despise them for hiding atop their Wall. When the Slayer dies a new one is Called and she's not who any one expected.

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Prompt: why are we doing this again? Word Count: 1,832 Fandom: Teen Wolf, Katekyo Hitman Reborn Relationships: Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski Summary:

Stiles liked libraries. They were full of knowledge, the librarians were happy to answer questions, and sometimes he just really needed the quiet to be able to think. Needing to use them for supernatural investigations wasn't usually a chore, which only made it extra annoying when the problem Stiles' was trying to avoid followed him in to help out. Why couldn't Peter take a hint?