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DannyMay Day Sixteen “Shitty Danny Phantom AU/Memes”
“Shitty Danny Phantom AU”
Sam and Tucker stepped on the basement of the former Fenton house, each one carrying one bag on their shoulders.
“You sure about this, Sam?” Asked Tucker, glancing uncertainly at the dark, dusty place.
“No…” Said honestly the goth girl. “but I miss him.”
“I miss him too.” He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. Loking again at the spooky basement, and then at their bags, the techno geek sighed and said “Let’s just do it.”
They sat everything ready, the candless, the free sace, and the most important, the board.
“Do you know how to do this?” Asked Tuck.
“Of course I know, just make sure not to cut the session suddenly.”
They both sat in front of the Ouija board, and proceeded, all acording to Sam’s knowledge, and called.
“Danny… are you there?”
“It’s us… Tucker and Sam. If you are there, please say something, dude…”
Slowly, the planchette began to tremble on their hands, and moved to point YES.
The duo of teens gasped and looked at each other, contained emotions in their faces, and then nodded solemnly, and Sam proceeded.
“We are gonna ask you somethin’ that only you could know, ok? So we know this is really you.”
“What was your DOOMED password?” Asked Tucker.
There was no response for a few seconds, and then the planchette started moving again.
P A U L I N A F E N T O N S A N C H E Z 4 2
A L L C A P S
“Yeah! That’s totally you!” Cheered the geek, whilst the goth rolled her eyes. “So… how’ve ya’ been?”
They ‘comunicated’ (any other term would have been unfitting) for a while, talking to their dead friend of how much they missed him, his parents leaving the town out of grief, that Jazz sometimes talked with them and she was… coping. Soon, they were saying their usual stuff, school, mean A-listers, that weird new guy Eliot, everything just like before, before the accident.
“So… you know with your dead-person powers the answers to the next test?” Asked Tucker.
D U N N–
A pause, larger than the ocassionals, and when Tucker and Sam started worrying, Danny was back.
U M U S T L E A V E N O W
“What happens? What’s the matter?” Asked a concerned Sam.
H E S C O M I N
G O A W A Y
P L S
Danny was in a hurry, and anything that could scare a dead boy was no good at all.
“Who is him?”
V L A D
N O W L E A V E
“Ok, ok. We must finish the session–”
But before the teens could move after being left by their friend, a breeze came into the basement, and the candles’ lights went off.
years & years (1) - m.dl.c x reader // j.a x reader
Summary: afight over a sandcastle sparks the beginning of a beautiful feud. Warnings: mentions of violence.
you’re five years old, and a boy with tan skin and a mess of dark brown hair kicks your sandcastle down on the first day of kindergarten. he laughs, right in your face, towering over you in khaki shorts and a dark blue polo shirt. when he turns to walk away, you stand up, taking up your plastic shovel, and crack it across the back of his head. he stumbles from the shock, and then bursts into sobs.
of course, this would be when the teacher looks over - and you end up in the time out chair, arms crossed, scowling. in the corner of the room, the boy is snivelling as the teacher checks the back of his head carefully. much to the disapproval of the teacher, your father had to bite back his laughter when she rats you out at home time. as he apologises to the boy’s mother on your behalf, the boy glares at you from the safety of his mother’s side. you’re only children, but it’s the start of a war that will span years and years to come.
you’re eight years old, stepping up to bat for your team in a game of rounders in gym. justin foley is throwing the ball - you hit it, hard, adrenaline soaring through your veins as it flies across the field. you begin the journey around the bases, your team chanting your name the whole way. grinning wide, with the sun on your face and the wind in your hair, you feel so powerful, on top of the world - until a foot goes unnoticed, stuck out in your path, and you trip, crashing to the grass on all fours. glancing up, you meet the self-satisfied smirk of Montgomery de la Cruz, eyes shining maliciously. Getting to your feet, you’re only a few yards away from a home run, when zach dempsey touches the base with the ball. you’re struck out, and shove your way past your enemy fiercely as possible. ‘you’ll regret that,’ you mutter, stalking off the field, watching him take his spot as batter. he gets a home run first try - and is sure to throw you a triumphant smirk.
twelve years old, just hitting that awkward stage of not-quite a
child and not-quite a teenager. you’re just discovering make-up and
kitten heels, alongside your best friend Sheri. these things aren’t
exactly regulation, but you manage to get away with some mascara,
foundation, some red lipgloss that tastes like strawberries and
smells even better. you wear it into school exactly once – and
montgomery hollers across the courtyard that you look like a clown,
he and his friends collapsing in peals of laughter, the sound
magnifying and shattering your confidence. sheri puts her arm around
you and tells you not to listen, that he probably just has a crush
on you – and that in itself almost makes you laugh. because the
idea of that one boy, liking you? was downright hilarious. the whole
day he sneers and jokes at your expense. you keep your head held
high, ignoring him, but when you get home and wipe away the makeup,
tears burn and spill down your cheeks. it’s not the first time he’s
made fun of you, but it’s the first time it’s felt personal.
fourteen years old, a freshman at Liberty High. it’s an exciting
time, nerve-wracking, but exciting. you feel so grown up, with a
fresh backpack, plain black, a clear pencil case packed neatly with
three biros of different colours, clean notepads stacked inside your
locker. for the first week or so, it’s all so daunting, that you
forget about montgomery de la cruz, and he seems to forget about you.
you’re both busy settling in to this new and foreign enviroment,
signing up for extracurriculars, making new friends. the weekend of
your first high-school party is a game-changer, and it’s held at
bryce walker’s house. neither you nor sheri can even believe you’ve
scored an invite – bryce is a whole year ahead of you, already
favourite for varsity captain, a sports legend in the hallways. you
tell your parents you’re going to a sleepover at sheri’s, and the two
of you sneak off in the darkness, headed towards the sound of music
and fun. it’s at that particular party you meet jeff atkins, baseball
player, and level ten hottie. he has the brightest eyes you’ve ever
seen, and one flash of a sweet smile has you completely entranced.
the majority of your night is spent in the kitchen, chatting with
him, connecting on a level that is entirely new to you. nothing
happens, per say, but simply standing there, feeling like it was just
the two of you in that crowded room? it was almost perfect. almost,
because montgomery had taken it upon himself to drag his ass over and
accidentally on purpose spill his drink all down your top, nudging
jeff with his elbow while making some crude joke you don’t even
register. your cheeks are flaming, embarrasment swallowing you whole
– then jeff shakes his head and offers you his jacket, to cover the
wet spot, telling montgomery off for his actions. the look on the
other boy’s face is priceless – like he’s just swallowed a lemon
whole, lips twisted in a snarl, gaze heated and furious on you. jeff
guides you away, and you spare a glance back at the boy who once
kicked your sandcastle down, all those years ago. he’s changed, in
more ways than simply getting taller– his stance is tense, eyes on
fire, a muscle twitching in his jaw. he’s angry, and for a moment,
your heart hurts for him. but then jeff is holding your hand, and
it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world, and you forget
everything that isn’t him.
week later, you and jeff are officially dating. he waits for you
outside your classes, walks you to and from your locker, loops his
arm around your waist when you sit together at lunch. you’re walking
on air, floating contentedly through your daily life. the one stain
on an otherwise perfect tapestry is montgomery, who’s words had
become sharper as he directed them towards you, nasty, awful things,
that wind jeff up. they end up fighting, and it stuns you, how
violent montomery could be. his fists don’t stop until zach dempsey
and justin foley are hauling him back, jeff’s lip split and bleeding,
montgomery’s eye already beginning to swell shut. before the
principal drags them both to the office, montgomery catches your eye
– there’s a moment, a strange second, where you see something you
can’t quite explain between the pitch-black fury in his eyes. then,
he spits out some blood, and walks away. after that, he pretty much
leaves you alone – as weird as it sounds, you miss him. you miss
the daily banter, the not-quite friendly, not-quite nasty feud that
had been cultivated over almost ten years. you didn’t notice until he
was gone, how much of a presence he’d been in your life. it saddened
you to think of that stage of your path as over, but eventually, you
accepted it. you were happy with jeff, your grades were steady, and
soon enough, montgomery de la cruz became only a person you used to
I don’t need your honesty
It’s already in your eyes
And I’m sure my eyes, they speak for me
No one knows me like you do
And since you’re the only one that matters
Tell me who do I run to?
Look, don’t get me wrong
I know there is no tomorrow
All I ask is
If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I’m more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?
Henry is pretty famous on Instagram and gets the whole group into it. Ronan texts like hell, Blue, Henry and Gansey start a hashtag about how handsome is Adam (#aDAMN), they all use the comments section as a group chat, and they miss Noah A LOT.
They all post (except Henry, ‘cause he is a Blogger™) poor quality pics sometimes, but hey, that’s what normal teenagers do.
Jae Texts: Daily texts with your bestfriend/boyfriend Jae. It’s music festival season and you and him used to attend music festivals together before he got famous and now that’s he’s famous you two don’t get to do all the traditions that you used to do.
I never knew I could love like this. This much, to this much depth. I have loved before, but not like this. It wasn’t you, so it could never have been like this. Once, before I was officially yours, you told me we were meant to be together. I have been yours since.