#danny phantom x reader

[crackedpumpkin]

"Hey," You greet, handing your bag to Danny who takes it as if it's second nature. Tucker hands you the meatball sub you'd requested earlier, smiling when you unwrap it to see a plethora of veggies.

"Thanks! I've been starving lately, and what I would've given for lunch break to come faster." You groan in relief, taking a huge bite and chewing happily. Pure happiness floods your brain at the scrumptiousness, Danny chuckling from beside you.

You pause, turning to him and raising a brow. "What's so funny, Fenton?" You ask after swallowing down your earlier bite. He shakes his head with an amused smile, reaching over and brushing his thumb against your cheek.

Your entire body stuffens, all neurons on your brain firing at full speed at the contact. Warmth spreads across your cheeks, averting your gaze back to your sub.

"Nothing," He finally replies, retracting his hand and continuing his lunch like nothing happened.

Tucker begins to talk about his next project in the works, only pausing to go return his tray. As soon as Tucker's out of sight, you steal a glance at Danny who's busy sipping on his drink.

With your sub consumed and belly full, you supposed it wouldn't hurt to tease him a little. Another quick glance around shows no one else, your lunch spot in a more secluded area would count towards that.

It's simple. Lean in, kiss his cheek, then lean back and play it cool.

With a plan of action, you suddenly feel a lot nore confident. So, you make quick work of it.

Maybe it was Danny's ghost senses, or maybe he had a great sixth instinct because the moment you make a move and press your lips against his cheek, you very quickly realise that what you're kissing are his lips.

You want to pull back, you really do. But the moment his hand cups your cheek, you already know you're a goner.

The only thing that made you finally seperate was Tucker's very loud exclamation of shock when he comes back to find the both of you kissing.

"SINCE WHEN?!?"

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

but after your danny phantom post, wb!reader dating danny phantom?? image the batfamily reaction to this wack ass teenager

LOVE THIS IDEA!!!

So, at first, the reader and Danny's relationship was like, "Get the fuck away from me, loser!" and "They're so amazing!" The reader hated Danny so much; they were low-key jealous of him because of how the Batfam greeted him with open arms whenever he came around to the manor or the cave, while they received nothing. Yeah, nah, Danny is now an opp—anytime he's around, you turn the other way. You lock yourself in your room or remain completely quiet when he tries to talk to you, doing everything to make him uncomfortable and push him away. What’s on Danny’s mind when you do this stuff? “Oh, Trucker, they're just too shy! I mean, they sprint up to their room whenever I come around!” he says with literal hearts in his eyes and little hearts floating around him. “Sounds like they hate you?” “No, last time they made full eye contact with me at the dinner table, but they were staring pretty hard.” Trucker face-palms himself so hard it leaves a permanent hand mark on his forehead. Danny is swooning over you while you're planning his demise—even when he's in his ghost form, you’re not impressed. He reveals his secret identity within days, not hiding it from you because, for you both to have a strong relationship, you have to tell each other the truth. But you guys aren't even DATING! He’s so goddamn delusional, yet he wins you over. He’s talking your ear off at a gala, and you finally falter just a little. I mean, he’s kinda cute, and he’s a total dork and a loser, and that’s low-key your type. So you give him a chance, and you both become a power couple, but you still never tell him that you used to own a target board with his face on it, where you would throw everything from pencils to ballpoint pens to scissors, always aiming for his head—but he’ll never know. That one time the two of you were kissing, he accidentally phased through you, ruining the whole mood for him because you couldn’t stop laughing. The poor guy was trying to be romantic, and if the Batfam finds out, it’ll be like Gumball trying to take Penny on a date. Bruce will slam the door on Danny, saying he’s too reckless and brash, but he praised him before both of you started dating. Jason tells you the relationship will fail because he’s barely around, but that’s the same with the whole family. Dick loves Danny, but dating his baby sibling? He’s going to find a Ouija board and seal him in there for a while. Tim, Damian, and Duke are yelling, “YOU CAN DO BETTER!” But you’re literally in love with a boy you used to hate with every fiber of your being.

WB!reader: I used to hate the hell out of you yeah know...

*Danny lifts his head from your chest quickly, his whole body jolting as he looks down at you.*

Danny: What, when?

*WB!reader laughs nervously*

Danny:[Name]!!!

[danny-phantom-x-reader]

What if, instead of danny getting hit by Ember's guitar it's the reader who becomes obsessed with danny

He would literally love that- I hope you like this:(

Danny's Version: Love Obsession

Everything happened so fast. One minute you were trying to help Danny catch Ember and the next thing you know a blue light hit you and you went unconscious. You could hear Danny's voice, but you couldn't wake up.

Danny quickly rushed to your side, creating a distraction for Ember to get away. He could hear her mocking laugher echo across the room, but he paid her no mind. "Y/n?" He pushed some of the hair out of your face, before stroking your cheek. "Y/n, wake up. Please." He begged, tears slowly starting to build.

The tears stopped when seeing you slowly open your eyes. He quickly hugs you, his arms tightly wrapping around you.

"Oh, Y/n I was so scared." He looks at you, finally getting a good look at you, only for confusion to overtake his face when seeing your lovesick face. "Y/n, are you okay?"

"You're so cute when you're confused, Danny," You slur inbetween giggles.

Your words cause Danny's face to erupt in a dark red. His eyes quickly scan the stadium, hoping to find Tucker or Sam to maybe figure out what was wrong with you but neither friend was in sight.

You pull his chin towards you, forcing him to look at you. "I could look at you all day... You're just so beautiful."

Don't get him wrong, Danny had always liked you, admittedly to much, but still. He knew that your words were being influenced by Ember's guitar and it would just be false hope for him to get sucked into the validation, no matter how nice it was to hear.

"That's great, because I think you're really pretty."

"Yeah?" You blush, getting up on your elbows, creating a near nonexistence distance between you and Danny. Your noses were nearly touching. "So... You love me too?"

"Excuse me?" He says with wide eyes, not knowing how else to respond. Thankfully you just giggle and fall limp into his arms.

---

Danny had tried getting you to his car, but you had attached yourself to his hip. You were like a koala with how you clung to his arm. Your pupils were dilated and never left Danny's figure. You didn't want to look away and him disappear.

"Danny?"

He looked at you, making your face turn a light pink. "Yeah?"

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" You tilt your head, a goofy smile on your face.

"Uh- No, I guess not."

"Well, I do..."

"I know."

---

Danny was thankful for his extra strength and all that ghost hunting, because walking with you was a breeze- Or at least easier than he thought it would be. Danny was thankful when he finally got you into the car. Though, now you were staring at him and it was making him nervous. He didn't necessarily mind your attention, but it was giving him anxiety.

"Hey Y/n?"

"Yeah?" You sigh happily, leaning your chin on your hand.

He looks over at you, sheepishly smiling. "I like you, but do you think you can back up and look at you. I can't focus knowing that you're watching me."

You looked at him confused, "What? Why?"

"Well, with someone as beautiful as you, how can I possible put my attention on anything else when you're giving me yours."

"But you're so handsome and I like looking at you."

"Well, if you really like-"

"Love. I love you." You interrupted, offended that he would say 'like' when your feelings were much stronger.

"Right... Love." Danny knew it wasn't real, but was it really bad to enjoy this? To enjoy your love and affection? No- It couldn't be. This was a reward for all the people he's saved and the bad things that have happened to him. He was finally getting his good karma. "If you love me, you'll stop staring at me, as much as I love it, just until we get to your house.

You sigh, but ultimately listen to him and look out the window, giving Danny some privacy, but now his eyes were being drawn to you, much to his embarrassment. He knew you'd never liked a guy like him- Not without some love potion or spell, but was it bad for him to wish it was real? Your love was something he's always wanted and maybe he should take advantage of it...

---

"Alright Y/n," He sighs as he lays you down on your bed. "I'm going to help you."

"Help? What do you mean?"

He grabs your shoulders, looking directly into your eyes. "You are under Ember's spell. This," He gestures between you both. "isn't real."

"It's real to me," You say on the verge of tears and Danny is quick to backtrack.

"Of course it's real. But... It's not authentic?" He says it like a question, which just confuses you.

"So... Something's wrong with me?"

"What?" His face turns a dark red and he quickly shakes his head. "No, no. Of course not. Nothing could ever be wrong with you. You're perfect. The perfect girl."

"Really?"

"Of course." He smiles, but is distracted when hearing his phone ring. "It's Sam."

"Sam?" You grab his hand, causing him to look at you. You pull him onto the bed and you get on top of him, practically straddling him. He tries to sit up, but you push him up. "Why is Sam calling you? What you like her better or something?"

"What? No, no. I need her and Tucker to help you-"

"You keep saying that. Helping me. I don't need help."

"Yes you do, whether you realize it or not," He then pushes you to the side of the bed so he can get up and grab his phone.

"Why call anyone? Why can't we just keep living like this?"

"Oh, Y/n. You would be pissed if I did anything without you realizing it."

"Why can't you just accept that I love you?"

"Because it's not real... I just wish you'd stop saying it, cause I hate hearing it... You don't mean it." Danny frowns, dialing the phone back and you don't respond back.

---

"Okay, Y/n, you've got to snap out of it."

"Snap out of what?"

Tucker frowns at his best friend, before gesturing around your room that was covered in pictures of Y/n.

"What? Most guys would kill for a girl to like looking at him."

"Y/n it's creepy."

"Is it? If I had pictures of you, would that be creepy?"

He thinks about it for a second before making a face of 'Well- Maybe you've got a point.'

"Besides, what's creepy about being in love?"

Tucker looks back at Danny, "Do you really want her to stop being like this? I mean..." He puts his hands up, "She's obsessed with you. That's every man's dream."

"It's not real. If she meant it, it'd be different." Danny gets up from his seat and shakes your shoulders, "Snap out of it!"

"Danny, stop shaking her!" Tucker pulls Danny off. "Maybe, if we destroy Ember's guitar, Y/n will go back to normal."

"Ember? Who's Ember?"

Tucker pulls out a poster from his backpack, "This is Ember. The girl who made you like this." He points to a time and date at the bottom of the poster. "And she has a show tonight."

---

Danny glares at the blue-haired lady, not paying much attention to the fans around him. They were all being controlled by her music, but he cared more about the fact that she had taken control over Y/n. He loved Y/n, but he wanted her love for him to be authentic, not fake.

"Where's Danny?"

Tucker looks over at you wide eyed. If you saw Danny, you would cling to him and ruin the whole plan. Tucker puts his hand on your biceps, "Uh, I think I saw him go this way," And then he leads you off.

Danny looks at some of the equipment before getting the bright idea to climb them to get a better chance at getting Ember. When he reaches the top, he looks over the crowd, surprised to see you and Tucker so close.

As if you could sense his eyes, you look up to see Danny, before calling to him. Though, Tucker is quick to hush you up, so Ember doesn't hear. But it was too late, because Ember looked up and smirked when seeing Danny.

Danny is quick to dodge her attack and begins to fight her. Neither side was winning and you couldn't help but feel guilty that you weren't helping. You grabbed Tucker's bag and pulled out a ghost weapon, a crossbow, before aiming it and hitting Ember's arm. It caused Ember to yell and Danny to get a shot at her, but she was still too strong for it to hurt her.

Thankfully, Sam was the only one who wasn't under any influence and grabbed Tucker and pushed him on the stage and told him to sing. His singing was so bad that it ended up breaking the spell everyone was under.

You looked around confused, like everyone else, before you saw Danny and Ember fighting. You look around, before finding a ghost capsule and yelling Danny's name, before throwing it to him and he quickly captures her.

---

"What even happened?"

Danny laughs, "Nothing... Really."

"Well, whatever I did, it must have been bad. I feel like I did something bad-"

You open your bedroom door, only for your face to turn a bright red when seeing the walls covered with photos of Danny. "What the fu-"

"Yeah... Uh, you did that."

"Why are there photos of you everywhere?"

"It's a long story. Uh, short version? You were under a love spell."

"Great. Well, whatever I did, I hope it doesn't ruin our friendship."

"A ghost could never make me stop caring about you." Danny tells you, causing you to blush.

"That's good to hear, because it seems that I went crazy."

"Yeah, but I kind of liked the attention, especially from you."

You sheepishly smile, before entering your room, "Well, I better get started on removing these photos. Thank you, Danny. Seriously. For putting up with me."

"It was nothing. Truly."

You close your door, before sighing and leaning on your door. You start to take the photos down, some weirding you out, because where did you get the photos?

After hours of doing that, when you get on the final few, you decide to leave the last one up, because it was a good photo and you wouldn't mind looking at Danny...

[datesinredink]

General yandere Danny Phantom headcanons

Definitely overprotective, I mean, c'mon, have you seen what he deals with daily? Boys got trauma

Really really hesitant about letting you fight ghosts with him- can be convinced but if you ever get hurt beyond something like scraped knees he’s not letting you ghost hunt again

If you break a bone may god forgive whatever poor ghost hurt you because he sure won’t

Anyway, he's also really sweet. It's almost sickeningly sweet at times

Bro is smitten. He tries to do cute stuff with you when he’s not busy with ghosts but unfortunately he doesn’t get a break very often

By the way, you're gonna have to deal with some degree of manipulation. He swears he’s just trying to convince you to make the better choice, but honestly who is he kidding. For the most part at least he’s trying to keep you to himself. Maybe he’ll be ok with Sam hanging around you, but Tucker is standing on thin ice.

Moving on. Of course he's gonna take advantage of his ghost powers to stalk you we’re talking about a yandere au

Also leaves little trinkets that he either found in the lab or made himself around your house. You don't know who's leaving green and white bracelets in your room or how they got in while all the doors and windows were locked but you sure wish they’d go away

I think he’d be kinda touch starved tbh. Am I crazy? Maybe. Am I projecting here a little. Most likely.

Usually has a hand on you somewhere- shoulders, hand, back, whatever. He's just really physically affectionate

Won’t kill anyone, but isn't above harassing people to make them go away

Gets really possessive when he’s jealous but also you’re gonna have to strangle it out of him if you wanna know why he gets really weird around any one person

Not all that quick to jealousy though!!! Maybe mild annoyance but usually not much further than that

One way to trigger it though is if you’re fine with him being touchy/are affectionate with him and then are the same way towards someone else. He may convince himself you're leading him on

Kinda goes by the logic of ‘well he’s best friends with Sam but he's not like THAT with HER so why would you be so affectionate with some other guy’

He does not grasp the idea that maybe you're more comfortable with physical affection with others than him. He should work on that.

End note here because this is kinda long, i’m running out of things to put here, and I’ve been working on this for something around 3 nights, kudos to the… *checks tag* one person who’s semi active in the yandere danny phantom tag. I dunno how you managed to come up with stuff without any other people to add fuel to the idea fire here, but great job. I could never.

[crystalgemgirl]

(I'm bored and a little proud of this one, so here's a sneak peek at the Desiree episode. It's from the football game scene. Setup: (y/n) and (sn/n) are in the stands with Tucker and Sam (who's sick in this episode, if you'll recall) during the game)

(Y/n): Normally, I don't like sports, especially if that Crew-cut cootie is involved, I'm only here for the adorable mascot. *She waves at the Raven mascot who enthusiastically waves back*

Sam: *smiling knowingly* The adorable mascot or the adorable dork in the mascot costume?

Cut to Danny looking out of the mouth of the Costume

Danny: She came? Yes!

[applecherrytea]

Casper Rock Star

Request from Anon: HIIII Can I request some Danny Phantom/Fenton x rockstar!reader? Like, Reader is the musical star of the school, sings and plays the electric guitar like no one else. And loves to flirt, with Fenton flirts subtly, leaving the poor boy confused, but with Phantom is shameless. (if you do, please leave me anonymous 🙏

A/N: I’m honestly so happy to get my first request! It’s been a while since I’ve watched Danny Phantom but I’ll try my best to make this to the best of my capabilities! Thank you so much Nonnie for the RQ and I hope you enjoy!! I hope you don’t mind if I did a bit more here. I really wanted Phantom to flirt back, I hope you’re cool with that!

CW/TW: GN/Masc! Reader, fluff...that's it.

[Masterlist]

You really didn’t mean to get caught up in another ghost attack! Honest! It wasn’t your fault the big bad of the week decided that they were gonna use your body as a possessed hostage! If you did, you would’ve taken your band mates' offer to drive you home that night. You're so lucky that Phantom came on quickly to save you, for maybe the fourth time this month…

“Phantom! Wow, is it a coincidence or are you just really obsessed with seeing me?” You say as you wrap your arms around him, slowly lowering your neck onto his chest as he flies you back down from the insane ghost villain lair you were held in. “Or,’ the ghost started “you like me so much that you intentionally get ghosts to kidnap and possess you.” he chuckled as he lowered your body, as your feet touched solid ground, your other band mates started coming towards you. “ [reader], are you okay?” Andy questioned as they started patting you down in search of any injury. “I’m fine, Ands! Besides, Phantom saved me~” Phantom’s eyes darted over to the side as you leaned onto him in a mock sigh. “Just doing my job!” He said with his goofy smile.

“Thanks again Phantom!” Andy thanked the hero as they took you by the hand, the rest of the band following suit, fretting over you. You looked back and waved Phantom goodbye, who did the same as he watched you be pulled away and into a car. “Wipe the blush off Danny, you look terrible.” Danny yelps at Sam's sudden appearance beside him, Tucker close behind with his hands covering his face, trying not to laugh at his friend. “Could you both stop that? Besides, we don’t even interact in my civies! There’s no way they’re interested in me, only Phantom.” He said with a wave of his hand, “now come on, let’s get going. I don’t wanna wake up sleep deprived tomorrow.”

It was the next day already and you were walking through the halls of Casper High. As you walk through the jam-packed halls, you bump into the local ‘freak’ as people call him. Daniel Fenton. “Woah there Fenton! Don’t want you falling now do we?” you say as you help him stand properly, “Y-yeah. Thanks [reader]..” You stare at him confused, “We never interacted though, so how’d you know my name?” you smirked as you watched him blush and stammer “I uh! Heard about it from around! Yeah…” Danny scratched the back of his head in embarrassment as you chuckled. “Haha, well then, guess I’ll see you around Fenton.” you waved at him as you walked away. Danny waved back as well, red still tinting his cheeks. “Okay you’ve interacted. No more reason not to say they aren’t interested in you.” Sam said as she slung her arm around his neck.

“Gah!! Sam!” he yelped “I said stop doing that..”Danny said irritated as Tucker laughed behind him. “Man was that hilarious! You should have seen how stupid you looked!” Danny groaned as he continued walking to his class, Sam and Tucker close behind.

It was finally the end of the day, students rushed out of their classrooms to go out, and others went on to their clubs. You were one of those that stayed behind, practicing for the upcoming music fest that the town was gonna hold. You walked out of the classroom with confidence, guitar bag slung over one shoulder and backpack held in the other hand.

As you walk the halls, you bump once again into Danny. “Woah! Watch it kid, I might ask if you fell for me haha!” You joked as you helped him up from the ground. He winced as he stood up “Thanks [reader], sorry for bumping into you again…” he smiled lopsidedly, you raised your brow at him, eyeing him for a little while. “Hey, have we met before today?” you asked the boy, “I feel like I’ve seen you somewhat..” his eyes widen, he lets out an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Hehehe..I don’t know what you're thinking about.” he says, almost breaking in cold sweat as you inspect him further. “Nah, must have been someone else. Say, we’re gonna show at the music fest later this week. Wanna come and see us?” You invited Danny, he seemed to like it as his eyes glimmered for a bit. “Sure!” he replied, “I’d love to go and watch! You won’t mind if I bring my friends as well right?” you chuckle as you pat his shoulder, “Music fest’s for everyone. Bring who you’d like.” you winked as you walked away.

notes: Hiiii so sorry this is short! Wanted to pump this out as soon as possible…but worry not! I do plan on maybe making this a series, maybe a two parter. So stay updated for that one okay! Byeeee and thank you so much for reading this!!

[rico189sspamtonhell]

Obsessive Villain Crashing a Fancy Ball: Skulker Edition

Adding onto the imagine from this post with what it might look like with Skulker since unlike the villains in that post he's not about putting on a show or toying with you like that, he wants to hunt you down like you're his next meal.

If you're wearing a dress:

Imagine Skulker abandoning his initial plan of chasing after Danny to focus solely on you. He gives you a ten-second headstart and you run out the back into the venue's garden. You try to get some distance, but the dress makes it difficult to do so so you don't get far. Before you know it your time is up and the hunt is on. "Still running? I was hoping you'd put up more of a fight!" You can hear him as he chases after you. He could have easily flown towards you and closed the distance with ease, but where was the fun in that? Each thundering step from him makes your heart hammer against your chest as you keep running, but it's no use as the hunter grabs the back of your gown and yanks you back, tossing you onto the ground. You barely have enough time to recompose yourself before he pushes his blade against your throat. When you get the courage to look up, you can see his smug smirk as he lightly pushes the tip of the blade against your sensitive skin. "Your pelt is looking especially...ravishing tonight." He mumbled softly as he trailed the blade lower toward your collarbone, his toxic green gaze seeming to glow even brighter. His heavy boot presses down on the train of your dress, further preventing you from moving away from him. "It would be a shame to skin something so beautiful. Maybe I'll lock you up in your cage just like this. A beautiful...little...prize." His free hand rested on your hip as he admired your appearance. If you're wearing a suit: Imagine the same thing above, but he grabs your tie and roughly pulls on it to force you to look him in the eye as he presses his blade against your throat. "Your little outfit even has a built-in leash just for me. It's like you're just begging to be my pet." He smirked as he tightly gripped your tie, his lips coming slightly closer to yours. And then Danny puts an end to it by sucker-punching him off of you

[grunge-princess-nymph]

[crackedpumpkin]

ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ

a/n: I can't find any other suitable danny gif, so this'll have to do 😔

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hating Danny Fenton comes to you as naturally as breathing. Like how the world orbits around the sun, and how Amity Park is almost always overrun by ghosts, it’s simply just a way of life. 

That doesn’t mean that it makes it any less bearable to be around him though.

See, it wasn’t really your fault to begin with. Your parents are still on good terms with each other, but in reality, you hate his entire being to bits. The feeling’s mutual though, as clearly shown by the amount of times he’s screwed you over. 

It all started in preschool, when he’d pushed you off the playground swing set even though your turn wasn’t up yet. You’d fallen on your face, scratches and bruises littering your arms and legs. When you cried, he merely ignored you and continued to play around. 

There were plenty of other incidents too, ranging from kicking down your sandcastle and even swiping your crayons when you weren’t looking. Either way, all those situations had culminated into an instinctual dislike, fuelled even further when the both of you got paired up for a project.

“If you could just stop breathing for a minute, I’d be incredibly grateful.” He rolls his eyes at your snide remark, getting up from his seat to pour more water from a half-filled jug on his desk. 

“I would, but then again it’d mean all this precious air would go to waste on you,” he responds instantly, taking a sip of water. “And as someone who cares deeply about the Earth, I’d hate for you to continue being a waste of space.”

Breathe in, breathe out. Control your temper. This is not grounds to start a fight with him. You’re better than this. It’s only temporary, and this project will be over quicker than you can say ‘oyster’.

“Let’s just get this over and done with, Fenton. The faster we finish, the sooner we don’t have to see each other outside of school.” The project itself isn’t that difficult — you’d just have to interview some residents around the neighbourhood regarding the ghost sightings that’d been appearing more and more regularly as of late.

Initially, you’d been the first to force down your disdain for him and reach out, trying to schedule a day to try and finish the project. However, he always seemed to either leave you on read, or mysteriously disappear and reply only hours later. 

Finally, you’d cornered him at school and forced him to head back home with you, deciding to finish the project at his house so that your parents wouldn’t see him and invite him to stay for dinner. 

“What’s with the closet, anyway?” You ask, glancing at the drawers that seem to be practically bursting with clothes. Some spill over, and you’re pretty sure you spot a pair of worn socks that lay around somewhere.

“Oh, that?” He sits back down, barely sparing it a glance. “What’s wrong with it?” He picks up the pen and starts scribbling down survey questions. He pays no mind to the way you squint at him, scrutinising his irritation. 

Fine. You shrug. If he’s not going to at least try to be civil, then there’s no point in trying, is there? May as well just get what needs to be done, done. You open the slide deck on your laptop, figuring out a format. “We should ask around about this new guy, have you heard about him? ‘Inviso-Bill’ or something.”

“It’s not Inviso-Bill.” Danny’s sudden remark is filled with frustration, drawing your attention and surprise. “It’s not.” He adds after, sensing that he probably reacted a little too strongly. Refusing to look you in the eyes, he continues to scribble away. 

Weirdo.

You cross your arms. “Okay, what is he called then?” Silence fills the air. You spot the way his eyebrow twitches slightly, and the slight downturn of his lips. Even though you prefer to hate him, annoying him is far more enjoyable. “Inviso-Bill it is.”

“Whatever,” he scoffs through gritted teeth. “Let’s just get it done.”

“Fine. I’ll take the three houses on the next street, and you just do whatever.” Gathering the papers you’d consolidated ideas on during class, you get up and leave his room, ignoring the way his shoulders slump slightly. 

Passing by the kitchen, your steps slow at the entrance to the basement. It’d been a while since you saw Mr and Mrs Fenton, and your parents still try to arrange regular meetups with each other. The stairs leading down to the basement beckon to you, following the strange green glow downstairs.

Mr and Mrs Fenton stand near a metal gateway, stashing away metal appliances and what seems to be D.I.Y metal guns. You knew they were ghost hunters, but not how involved they were. The hesitation you feel doesn’t last long when Mrs Fenton spots you and calls out your name happily as she approaches you.

“It’s been so long since I last saw you! How’ve you been, dear?” Mrs Fenton grabs your shoulders tightly, leaning down and kissing your cheek. You laugh awkwardly, shoulders relaxing when she lets go. 

“I’ve been alright. Mom and Dad say hi.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner? You definitely should. I’ll let your parents know.” She decides unilaterally, whipping out her phone and sending a swift text before you can protest. 

“No, that’s okay! I mean, it’ll be late, so my parents won’t be able to pick me up.” You try to make an excuse, looking for a way to get out of this. If Danny found out about this, you’re pretty sure the hostility in your nonexistent relationship would surely worsen.

“Mom? Dad? What’re you doing here?” 

Speak of the devil.

“Danny, my boy! We were just chatting with her about having dinner together. After all, your mother did make lasagna earlier.” Mr Fenton greets his son cheerfully, stashing away a gun at the same time. 

“That won’t be necessary.” Danny’s gaze turns icy, directing it at you with every intention to get you to refuse. You can only shrug helplessly, gesturing to the text that’s clearly sent on his mother’s phone. 

“Oh, don’t be like that! After all, what’s a little dinner between a married couple?”

“WHAT?”

Both your reactions are immediate, eyes wide as you stare at his parents in disbelief. Your lips part, trying to think of what to say. “Mom, Dad, this isn’t funny,” Danny states, already looking nauseous at the mere thought.

“It’s not a joke. Don’t you both remember?” She looks between you two, tilting her head in innocent wonder.

“No? I think we’d remember getting married, of all things.” Bile rises in the back of your throat and you force it back down, trying to answer her calmly. 

“Same,” Mr Fenton looks at his wife in confusion, scratching the side of his head.

She chuckles, hitting her husband’s arm lightly. “Of course! Don’t you remember, Jack? They dressed up and everything, it was conducted at the playground. They even kissed each other! It was so cute. I’m sure we have a picture somewhere.”

“You do realise we were just kids, right?” 

“Obviously, Danny. But you should have seen the way you were all sulky and mean after she started spending more time with Tommy. You even destroyed her sandcastle that time!” Mrs Fenton points out, showing you both the video of young Danny kicking down the sandcastle you’d spent so much time working on in the sandpit. “I remember you crying after she got mad. I still have the card you made as an apology.”

You turn your head slowly, looking at a very visibly flustered Danny. “Mom, that never happened.” He denies it, cheeks tinted pink. “Neither did the ‘wedding’.” He uses air quotes, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, finding a reason to leave. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a project to work on.”

Bidding them goodbye, you follow him up the stairs into the living room where his materials are scattered about. “Did a hurricane go through here or something?” The tense atmosphere doesn’t dissipate, even with the snarky remark. 

He kneels down, picking up his papers. After a moment of hesitation, you kneel down and help him. One last piece of paper remains on the floor. As you go to pick it up, a cold hand lands right on top of yours. 

It’s an instinctive flinch, both of you tugging your hands back to your chests as if burned by hot coals. It’s not the most pleasant of sensations, but surprisingly not the worst. After the utter bomb of information that his parents have just dropped, it’s only normal that you’d both be rattled. 

“So,” You clear your throat, daring to pick up the last piece of paper regardless and standing back up. Stacking them together and handing them back to him, you draw it back as he reaches out to take it. “Where’s the card?”

He frowns, trying to grab the stack of papers you hold just out of his reach before giving up. “What card?” He asks reluctantly, though the glint of recognition in his eyes tips you off. He knows exactly what you’re talking about. 

“The card. I deserve it, so hand it over.” 

“It was ages ago! I don’t even have it anymore.”

“I could always check with your mom.” You shrug innocently, watching his expressions morph from annoyance to frustration, and finally defeat. 

He storms over to a random drawer located right next to the television, pulling it open. He reaches in and pulls out a card that’s clearly decorated by someone with the art skill of a preschooler, handing it to you with a scowl. 

You exchange it with his stack of papers, taking it with a satisfied smile. “Why’s it even important to you anyway?” You hear him mumble under his breath. 

“Hey, I spent hours on that sandcastle you destroyed. I deserve to see you suffer, even if it’s just a little bit.” 

“It’s just a sandcastle,” He states plainly as if speaking to a child. You roll your eyes, glaring at him. 

“That sandcastle was going to be our fort, you idiot. I built it for us to play with. And those crayons you took away from me too? I was gonna use them to draw a birthday card for you.” Finally flipping open the card at his silence, warmth spreads across your cheeks as embarrassment creeps up your neck.

You’d gotten a little frustrated at his idiocy, but you didn’t actually intend to tell him about the true intentions behind both incidents. However, what you see in the card leaves you speechless.

‘Sorry’ is carefully written in your favourite colour on the top, albeit still messy. A drawing of a girl you assume to be you is holding hands with a blob whom you assume to be Danny. Both of you are smiling in the drawing, and a heart that’s coloured red is creatively placed in both figures. 

The pure innocence in it is touching. Plus, the card itself is still surprisingly clean and well-kept, like someone had purposely made sure it wasn’t stained in any way. “I never found the right time to give it to you.” Dany voices out quietly, hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

A breath catches in your chest, looking at him with new understanding. A moment of silence passes, neither of you looking away. The fact that he’d kept it safe and cared for all this time tugs at your heartstrings. You break the stare first, looking back down at the card with a soft smile.

“You’re an idiot.” 

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD AND I MUST GET IT OUT

Voudo!reader dating Danny Phantom, yes, a witch and a loser nerd boyfriend, it's beautiful. This relationship is honestly so cute. I can literally just imagine video reader summoning Danny mid-fight by chanting his name three times in a mirror when she is feeling lonely, or Danny going to a nearby window and using his cold breath to write your number on it, knocking three times so you can FaceTime and ask what you want to eat at the Chinese place down in Gotham (you taught him that spell, by the way). Who needs phones when you can chant each other's names three times and you'll both appear in each other's arms? It's absolutely adorable! He takes your opinions to heart, like a lot. Whatever you say, he automatically thinks it's law. You shouldn't eat apples with the skin on them; it's toxic. He doesn't even search it up and just automatically believes you. So now, every time he eats an apple or sees someone eating an apple, he automatically peels the skin off. "Who even told you that?" "My girlfriend! She's so smart." If you hate something, he'll hate it too; if you love something, he'll love it even more. Your word is law, and you and Danny definitely own ghost pets—the cutest little Little Rascals you have ever seen. Danny was a bit reluctant to keep them, of course, but seeing you sad about them left him no choice. Like I said, the cutest couple!

[danny-phantom-x-reader]

Yknow I was thinking (and it's okay if your not comfy doing it) could I request danny who gives the reader princess treatment? Like opening doors for them, constantly complementing them, making sure they're always comfy? Thank you!!

This is so danny coded [I have a request where Danny's split in two (based on the one danny episode where he goes through the dream catcher thing) and I've been working on it for so long, but it's no where near done 😭]

He's literally the best boyfriend

He worships the ground you walk on

You never touch a door in his presence

He's so down bad- Bro wouldn't even let you walk into a puddle

Type of guy to put his coat down on a puddle

^ Would even do in while it's raining, making it rather pointless

He's so in love with you- Like so in love

Always has his hands on you. Loves holding you

Favorite nicknames are princess, babe and [Insert some cheesy stupid nickname]

Has a hand on your thigh whenever he's driving or when you're sitting next to each other

Super protective over you too

You're always his first priority to protect

He's surprised you're dating tbh

Like you're so pretty and...

Well, he's not necessarily popular

The two of you would never even be friends, so how did he bag you?

God only knows

But he makes sure to always tell you how amazing you are, so that you don't ever think he's taking you forgranted

Bro could never^

You always make his heart flutter

Doesn't matter if you're dating 10 days or 10 years

He's always going to be head over heels for you

[tabathastan]

Any Danny Phantom x reader requests??

[secretsandwriting]

Part One: Dead Reapers and Watching Eyes

Thirteen dead reapers, Thirteen spears, Thirteen bodies devoured by mushrooms, Thirteen days, Thirteen hours, Fourteen People.

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Bruce wakes up suddenly. Shooting up, he looks around his room. Eye’s stopping at the foot of his bed. There, at the foot of his bed was a reaper. Something most wouldn’t believe, but Bruce had seen them before a few times. What he had never seen before was a dead reaper. 

A spear made of a material Bruce had never seen had been impaled into the reaper's chest. Black blood was still dripping from it’s chest. A large puddle covered the floor and was slowly getting bigger. 

Alfred knocked on the door but Bruce did notice. Alfred walked in after the second time, stopping in his tracks at the sight. Reapers were an uncommon sight, Dead reapers were myths.

The rest of the day didn’t go well. On top of his normal paranoia Bruce felt eyes on him. He knew it wasn’t his paranoia, this was too real. Someone or something was watching him. Another reason he knew it was real, he could feel it. He could feel it in the room with him. It didn’t matter where he went or how fast he turned. He couldn’t see it and it wouldn’t leave him alone. Patrol wasn’t good. He almost didn’t make it out of a few situations and he had to take someone to the morgue for an autopsy. He had just stumbled across them in the street.

That night, he barely slept. The feelings of being watched were still there and making it difficult for him to relax enough to sleep. He laid in bed for hours. It wasn’t until 4 am, when he rolled over, that he was distracted from the feeling. The cause of his distraction, a small black mushroom, barely visible in the dark of his room, growing from the hardwood floor in the corner of his room. 

Bruce woke up suddenly. He didn’t remember falling asleep, all he remembered was a little mushroom in the corner of his room. It was still there. Something was off. He still felt like he was watched and that there was another presence in the room, but he kept hearing something dripping?

Black blood was dripping from two wounds made with two spears that Bruce didn’t recognize the material of. Both embedded into another reaper. 

The day was worse than the one before. The feeling of eyes on him was stronger, the presence of whatever it was was stronger, and he kept seeing little black mushrooms growing throughout the manor. Something about the small black mushrooms screamed danger, so he left them for the time being. To top it off, patrol went horribly. Everything came out to get him and he found another body.

When the coroner saw him, he pulled him over to a table covered with a sheet and showed him the body from the night before. All the man's internal organs had been overtaken with little black mushrooms. The autopsy came up inconclusive on cause and time of death. 

The coroner cut into the new person with him there, they were met with little black mushrooms. Bruce left the morgue horrified and confused. 

There were more mushrooms growing at the manor.

There was another reaper impaled with three spears in the morning. There were more mushrooms, eyes still on him, and an undeniable presence following him. He almost died multiple times on patrol. There was a third body filled with more mushrooms. Bruce didn’t notice Dick watching him when he decided to call it a night and go home. 

The next morning, there was another reaper with 4 spears, more mushrooms, the eyes on him somehow worse, and the presence stronger. Bruce hoped that whatever was going on wouldn’t go after Damian. He was coming home from a school trip and the last thing Bruce wanted was for anything to touch him. He debated having Damian stay with one of his brothers but that would raise too many questions and he didn’t want any of them getting involved in whatever it was that was killing reapers.

Damian came home, he seemed on edge around Bruce. Bruce tried to brush it out of his mind. Damian was 15 and just had a taste of normal freedom, that was probably it.

Patrol went horrible again, there was a fourth body full of mushrooms.

It was like everything was trying to kill him. He hoped it was just how it felt and nothing Damian would notice. 

Damian noticed. Damian also noticed Dick and Jason watching from a nearby roof. He also noticed that Bruce hadn’t noticed them. 

The next morning, there was another reaper impaled with five spears. Damian mentioned the mushrooms. Bruce had Damian go out with Tim just to make sure his bad luck didn’t affect him. Patrol went horrible, there was fifth body. Bruce didn’t notice all the boys observing him.

Another reaper, six spears, more mushrooms, more almost deaths, a sixth body. All his kids on a roof observing.

Another reaper, seven spears, more mushrooms, more almost deaths, a seventh body.

Bruce was getting tired. He didn’t know what was going on. The feeling of being watched was still extremely strong, the presence following him seemed to get stronger every day. He had no idea what was going on with the reapers, every source he checked led to nothing and all the evidence vanished shortly after he woke up. There was no record of the mushrooms anywhere. He had nothing.

He stepped into his room and was met with all of his kids. All of them were staring at him intently. He knew what this was. He did it to them when he wanted them to tell him what was going on without asking questions. 

He was too tired for this. He stepped past Cass, changing in his bathroom. He dropped into his bed when he got out, turning the light out. Bruce listened to them shuffle around, hoping that they would leave. He didn’t know what was going on and he didn’t want them hurt. 

They stayed all night. 

He woke up to another reaper impaled with eight spears, Steph’s scream woke up the others and brought their attention to the dead reaper. 

Breakfast was barely touched by anyone. 

There were more mushrooms, more near deaths, an eighth body. This time, all of them witnessed it with him.

Nine spears, more mushrooms, worried kids, near death experiences, and a ninth body.

Ten spears, more mushrooms, worried kids, near death experiences, and a tenth body.

Eleven spears, more mushrooms, worried kids, near death experiences, and an eleventh body. 

Twelve spears, more mushrooms, worried kids, near death experiences, and a twelve body. Jason left that night to make an important phone call to someone who might know something about this. No one mentioned that they heard him muttering about Danny better pick up under his breath as he left. None of them thought the Ghost King would know anything about this. 

Thirteen spears, more mushrooms, and worried kids. Jason was finally back, Danny following behind. No one offered a greeting, Danny seemed to understand.

“I see what you mean. Something is definitely here. I don’t know what it is exactly though…” He bent to pick one of the mushrooms. His hand stained back and the veins in his arm seemed to be filled with something black. 

“I can’t say for certain why, or even what it means but this holds Death’s signature. I would assume the mushrooms, near death experiences, have something to do with the dead reapers. The bodies hold Death’s personal signature, meaning she’s personally killing them which is completely abnormal. The current Death is known for not interfering or getting her hands dirty unless necessary.”

“Is there any way we can get a hold of her?” Dick questioned Danny. A sliver of hope.

“Well, we have to go visit her in Okadus. I don’t know if it will do anything but I’ll try throwing my name around to get us in faster. We need to go now though. Nothing good comes from 14.”

[applecherrytea]

RS!reader: *out side with a sign "PROM?" Other band mates with acoustics* Will you go to prom with me?

Tucker: *from Danny's window* Oh my god! Yes!

RS!R: No! Tell Danny!!

Tucker: Danny I'm going to brom with your s/o!!

(A lil hint hint)

[datesinredink]

Masterlists

TMNT 2012:

Nothing yet...

ROTTMNT:

Butcher Vanity Mikey (art)

Psychological Torture

Do NOT Take These Turtles Home!!!

Darling is allergic to the turtles

Danny Phantom:

General Headcanons

Pjsekai:

Wonderlands X Showtime:

General Headcanons

Valkyrie (Enstars):

Darling is a character designer