#you know that vine with the kid climbing on top of a fridge yelling ''this house is a nightmare!''

[revvethasmythh]

I'd thought my mom buried our cat without telling me but actually I just found the body in our back freezer trying to get ice cream and actually this is much worse can we PLEASE just bury her I am begging

[sailor-toni]

Danny Fenton Football Captain and the East Coast Vampire CH 3

Chapter 3: Casper High’s Finest

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The first thing to greet Danny was a heavy set of clouds and the looming scent of rain. Mondays were nobodies things but Danny hated them especially so. The sharp calls of his alarm clock, the cold nip at his skin, and the banging on his door were sounds Danny would hear on repeat in hell. 

“Danny! Wake up we have less than thirty minutes to get to school,” Jazz pounded on Danny's door till he loudly groaned at her. She gave a few more pounds before letting an annoyed second groan answer her question. Danny was up, and against his will, he was awake. 

Danny’s older sister was the star child, with her signature red hair, bright mind, perfect grades, and a full ride scholarship to Yale. But that was never enough for Jazz, she had to be perfect at everything, even waking up. She woke up at five AM sharp every morning, did a workout routine, did her skincare routine, makeup, and then pulled out one of her many meal-planned breakfast containers of berries, oats, and yogurt. 

Meanwhile Danny fumbled through his routine of his morning shit, then he examined his chin for any new hairs, gave his jeans the smell check, and ate whatever wasn’t glowing in his family's retro styled fridge. 

“GOOD MORNING CHILDREN!” The yelling rocked through Danny's ears like a nuke. “How are we doing today!?” Jack Fenton, the father of the Fenton family and village idiot, squeaked and banged his way into the puked colored kitchen. His neon hazmat suit clanked with various metal tools and a metal box labeled Jack’s snacks that hung around his waist. 

“I am doing great! I just finished my level three online yoga class this morning,” Jazz said.

“That’s great sweetie! And what about you champ?”

“I wish I was dead.” Danny groaned

“You can't die yet son! Your mother and I havent found a way to track where your soul goes yet!” Danny just nodded along to his fathers usual nonsense. 

“Where is mom?” Jazz asked, 

“Oh she's downstairs, your mom and I have been working on a new ecto-weapon that will blow the socks of those elites at the university,”

“Ah greeaaatt,” Jazz said, before she shoved a spoonful of oats and berries down her throat. 

“Jack! Where is the seven millimeter wrench?” Their mom yelled from below. 

“It’s to your- no my left! Ah I’ll be right there sweetie!” Jack grabbed the loaf of bread and headed down the metal steps, “Have a good day at school kids!” 

“Thanks Dad,” Danny said. Without their father the kitchen was overtaken by the hum of the electronics. Danny grabbed a coffee and returned to his normal routine. 

“Let me know when you're done. I want to get to school early to prepare for the morning announcements,” Jazz said. Danny nodded. Today felt like it was going to be a long day. 

--- 

Vines climbed the old bricks, shading the old worn down window stills and brick from the heat. A large clock was high on top of its head, looking down upon all the students who entered through its large oak doors. Every year during the yearly pep rally Principal Pham would mention that the school was over two-hundred years old, but honestly anyone could see that just by looking at ye old Casper High. The school could be mistaken for a private school for how it looked. Old, fancy, and intimidating. The school even had a pretentious fountain in its front courtyard. Danny groaned at the sight. His sister pulled up to her honor student spot and he was out, his feet leading him to the gaggle of football players sitting around one of the many oak trees and iron benches that were around the fountain. 

Thud! He rubbed his shoulder and looked around to see who had collided with him. Behind him was local outcast number one, Sam Manson aka the oth chick. Pale white skin, black fishnet top, black crop top and skirt, and an attitude for eons. Next to her was local outcast number two, Tucker Foley. Dark black skin, bright eyes, and a red beanie, Tucker looked like he walked out of a nerd stock photo with his cargo pants and green vest over his orange turtle neck. 

“Watch where you’re going,” Sam snapped at him. 

“Watch where I’m going? You bumped into me!” Danny replied.

“Yeah, whatever,” She rolled her eyes at him, before walking away. 

“Hey Fenton!” Dash called. “Is the goth bitch bothering you?” 

“Not any more than usual Dash,” 

“What is even her problem anyways?” 

“I don’t know, maybe she was born with a stick up her ass,” 

“Fenton! Head’s up!” Danny caught the ball with his chest, gripping it close to its impact zone before throwing back to Kwan. 

Under the oak tree, Brian and Mark were balancing textbooks on their knees, using the surface as a makeshift desk in order to copy Tyrone’s math homework. Meanwhile Romeo, the team’s twig shaped linebacker, was gulping down a possible second breakfast. Kwab stood behind them throwing the pigskin at anyone who made eye contact with him. 

“Yo, Cap what’s up?” Tyrone called out to Danny. “Hey did you do the history homework over the weekend?” 

“Pff- sorry man I forgot we had homework,” Danny said. 

“Shit, that was the only one I didn’t finish,”

“Okay, but like who has time to read about the pyramids anyways? Like what am I supposed to do with that after school anyways? Yes sir, I do know that the Pyramids are over two thousand years old, please hire me,” Brian joked.   

“Uh people who want to get into a good college need to know that,” Tyrone said. 

“Don’t you have, like, two scholarships already?” Dash asked, leaning over to take pictures of Tyrone’s math homework.

“Those things will only cover my first year and some textbooks. My Dad can’t cover the rest,”

“Ugh bumm-er,” Dash said. 

“Have you tried for that football scholarship?” Danny asked. 

“Yeah, I put in the paper work and even hand-wrote the essay; they didn’t want a typed one. But I haven’t heard anything back yet,” 

“Don’t worry about it. You’re the smartest guy on the team. I’m sure you’ll get it,” Danny said. 

“Not if Fenton applies,” Brian giggled. 

“Hey now, I’m not going for it,” Danny said. 

“Why not?” The whole team looked at him like he was crazy. 

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if I want to go to college. Seems like a lot of money my folks don’t have,” 

“You’re not gonna play in college?” Tyrone took his homework back from the other players. 

“You gotta play in college! Who else will put up with my shit Cap’?” Brian pleaded. 

“Yeah, you can’t just live in your parent’s freaky basement forever,” Kwean said. 

He did have a point, but after the accident and the last few months of sneaking around town fighting monsters and the box ghost. Danny didn’t know what he wanted to do anymore. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to protect the town anymore. He spent every free moment catching ghost after host, only for them to find a way back and for the town to tell him to go away. Everyone wanted Fenton not the creepy white hair kid that phased through their dining room table.

And if he went to college? What would he do? When he was a kid he wanted to go to space, but would NASA even let a half ghost fly into space? And he would have to tell them about it too. It would be too hard to hide the powers from all the health checks and doctor appointments. And it would be too hard to hide that if he did college level football. He would need to get a health check before, during, and after every season. Was he supposed to say sorry, I turned on my parents' experimental ghost portal while inside of it and everything has been strange since. Just ignore and move on. No regulator would buy that. 

Plus college level football was on national TV. What would happen if the camera caught him clipping through a player or if he floated off the ground for a second too long? Would the NFL even want a ghost player, or would that give him an unfair advantage? Sorry sir you can't play because no other player can shoot lasers from their hands or fly above the rest. The Olympics would be even worse. 

“You’re right, maybe I’ll get a job at the planetarium as a scientist or something,” Danny said. He did like the stars, and the telescope would be the closest he could get to them without everyone finding out he was a freak of nature. 

“If you work at the planetarium can you give us free tours?” Brian asked. 

“If you are working for the NFL you better have money to pay for your own god damn tour Brian,” Danny joked back. 

“I thought you wanted to be an astronaut?” Kwan said.  

“I did but can you imagine me in space?” 

“Yeah, Kwan! Just imagine turning on the computer and seeing Casper high football captain Danny Fenton, first football player to go into space.” 

“Brian shut up man,” Danny chalked. 

“Hey Cap’ make sure you wave to us little people when you get into your fancy space shuttle,” 

“Brian the only wave you will be getting is my middle finger,” 

“Hey Cap’ those are fighting words,” 

“How are you gonna reach me dude? I’ll be in space,” 

“I’ll be in the NFL, I’ll buy my Tesla and drive up to get ya,” 

“Wait, you're gonna do what?”

“My the time he gets to space I’ll be rich and famous, so I’ll ask my buddy Elon, to build me a space car an-”

“Brian you have said some of the dumbest shit, but that has to top it,” Tyrone burst out laughing 

“What do you mean? He put a car into-” 

“The car was in a rocket, it did not fly into space!”

“Same thing,” 

“No bro you don’t understand how gravity would destroy your car,” 

“I don’t think Brian understands much of anything!” The football team began to verbally drag this boy across the field. 

“Plus even if you did manage to go to space, the Cap’ would knock you flat on your ass,” 

“I bet the Cap would knock his ass back down to earth,” 

“Psh- Please. I could manage the Cap’, he's like half my size!” Brain threw his arms up, showing off the small lumps of muscles on his arms. 

“Nah! Fenton may look small but he got a pretty good punch!” Dash came in ragging on Brain. 

DING! DONG! DING! DONG! The old Casper High bell rang over their merriment alerting all the students that it was time for school to begin. Groans and eye rolls accompanied the clusters of students as they slowly grabbed their thighs, shoved their phones and laptops into their bags, and at a snail's pace, dragged their suddenly weak bodies inside the old building. 

The interior of the school was much like its exterior. Old, strangely green, and maybe poisonous. Some of the classrooms on the first floor had plastic covering their walls to avoid kids getting sick from the aged wallpaper. The plastic had crude holes cut in it to make way for the brand new smartboard that covered up every blackboard in the school. And everyone hated them. They were the number two complaints by teachers and students (number one was the wallpaper). The smartboards biggest enemy was Danny’s balding English teacher Mr. Lancer. He refused to use them even when they had first been installed. He took every chance he had to trash the hunks of plastic. His opposition to them reached a boiling point last year when his board in particular accidently caught on fire! The flames signed the poisonous wallpaper forcing the school to evacuate for a week. 

After that incident Mr. Lancer bought a cheap $30 wheeled chalkboard from Amazon and pushed it up the stairwell to his new classroom on the third floor. The poor board looked and sounded like it was only thirty dollars. The wheels sounded like death itself when he moved it and the board would shake in its frame like a scared puppy. Everyday morning he would drag it from the back of the room to cover the smartboard, and at the end of the day he would drag it back to the back of the room and hang a large “ DO NOT THROW IT AWAY” on it. 

Today was no different. Hugging his headphones close to his head, he tried to drown out the noise of this thing moving across the room. 

“Good morning class!” Mr. Lancer grunted. “What another beautiful day in Amity Park!”  The noise of the chalk was sharp on their ears, as Mr. Lancer drew out the day’s lesson goals. “Unless… you are the hooligans who decided it would be fun to burn down the old Master’s mansion last night! Then I hope today is the worst day of your ungrateful little lives!” Danny slumped down in his chair. 

“What happened?” A student asked. 

“The Masters Mansion, a mansion that was originally built in the late 1800’s and has been in this community for over a hundred years, was set on fire last night! That building was one of the last building designs by late romantic era architect Bruce Lowsettion, and it was only days. DAYS away from being declared a historic site. The Amity Park historical society had already planned fundraisers to rebuild the place. But now there is nothing to replace!” The chalk broke- no the thing shattered in his hands from his furious writing. “FENTON!” 

“Yes sir!” Danny shot up in his seat. 

“For the love of god take those stupid headphones off before i throw them out the window,” 

“Yes, Mr. Lancer,” 

“God kids these days and their technology. Back in my day we read these things called books! And we would spend our weekends watching Saturday morning cartoons and MTV, not burning down abandoned mansions,” The venom was spewing out of his voice like landmines. “By the way I’m not accusing you, Fenton, I am just a little tick off. I know you and the rest of the football team would never be involved in a situation like this.” 

“Mr. Lancer,” Wes Weston, local ginger who wanted to be in everyone's business. “What if it was the ghost boy who set the mansion on fire?”

“This time Mr. Weston I have solid evidence that proves you wrong. Old lady Mason said she saw more than one figure leaving the mansion last night,” 

“What if he was working with someone though? We don’t know a lot about that ghost boy?” 

“The perpetrators were on bikes. I don’t think the flying juice record would suddenly pick up a bike. Plus Mr. Weston I’m the Ghost Boy will be caught and taken care of eventually. Same with whoever burned down the mansion,”

“Mr. Lancer?” Sam raised her hand.

“Yes Miss. Manson?” 

“I know this matter must be very close to your heart but we did have homework over the weekend,” 

“Right! Thank you Miss. Manson! This weekend everyone should have read chapter three and four of the Great Gatsby,”  

The classroom erupted in groans and side remarks. The students began pulling out the small blue books out of their bags and flipping to the pages they definitely read over the weekend. Mr. Lancer pulled the printed spark notes paper out of one student's hand and the lesson began. 

Today’s victim was Wes again. Mr. Lancer began to grill him about some dude party and a green light but Danny couldn’t focus because someone was trying to pass him a note. Hiding the paper under his desk, he unfolded the note and read, 

I saw you and your buddies leaving the mansion last night. Meet me at the dumpster during 5th period lunch or else I will “leak” the clip onto YouTube 

signed

The Goth Bitch

Sam Manson wasn’t looking at him, her eyes were trained on the chalkboard, but a little smirk crossed her dark lips. Just great . Danny thought. This is just what I needed today. Drumming his fingers on his desk, Danny waited for the class bell to ring out again. His patience began to wear thin when the bell rang out, scaring him out of his skin. Before he collected himself and ran out the classroom, chasing Sam down the halls. 

“Hey what the hell is this?” He shoved the note in her face. 

“I assume you can read? Or has the concussions from football finally rotten your tiny brain,” 

“Sam this isn’t the time to joke around,” 

“Who says I’m joking?” 

“Sam!” 

“Look Mr. Captain of their football team, we can talk more about this at lunch, just like my note said, and with that she slithered into the art room and left Danny lost amongst the crowns scattering to and from their classrooms. 

---

“Kwan we have a problem,” Danny said, his voice stern and stubborn. 

“What is it?” Kwan was busy doodling blocky looking S’s in his earth science notebook, leaving no room for actual notes. 

“Someone saw us leaving the mansion last night,” 

“What?” He dropped the pen.

“Yeah, she passed me a note during my first period English class. Apparently we wants to meet at the dumpsters during lunch, or else she will post the video of us leaving to YouTube,” 

“No! Bro! She can’t do that!” Danny hit his friend, Kwan’s voice was a little too loud for the early morning. “Sorry, but we’ll get kicked off the team if they find out what happened,” 

“I know,” 

“Like we were just trying to have fun when the ghost set everything on fire, we aren't arsonists or trespassers. It’s the ghost fault,” 

“I doubt the cops will believe us though, they refuse to admit that there are ghosts in the town. Like remember the giant meat ghost? The cops tried to say it was a tornado, not a ghost,” 

“Yeah, a tornado picked Star up and broke her leg! My Dad’s right cops are useless,” 

“Tell me about it,” 

“Ugh! God what the hell- wait who passed you the note?” 

“Manson,” 

“The Goth? Ew! What the hell Manson. Not cool bro,” 

“I know, what a bitch,” 

“What are we going to do?” 

“I don’t know yet. I just found out like an hour ago,” 

“Well we gotta do something. What does she even want?” 

“I don’t know, she said we can talk at the dumpster,” 

“Did you tell the others?” 

“Not yet, you know how Mrs. Vanburen is with phones,” 

“Oh yeah, she was the one who tried to take my phone and keep it overnight. My mom put a quick stop to that,” 

“Must be nice being the principal's kid,” Danny half joked. 

“Oh you have no idea.” 

The bell rang and Mr. Felcher finally entered the room. He was one of the new teachers at Casper High, with that twinkle in his eyes and excitement for the day. Unlike the other teachers who walked around the school like vengeful spirits ready to yell at the next student who crossed their path.  Mr. Fletcher was trying very hard to be the fun teacher, with his bob Ross bow tie, and colorful button up shirt with a happy little tree pattern all over it. 

“Good morning students! Today we are going to be talking about gravity, and its effects on the planets and our solar system. You know when I was in college I had an incident with a beer keg and a tube and let's just say I quickly learned what gravity was!” Mr. Fletcher laughed to himself. “By the way, if you know what I’m talking about, you are too young for that. Anyways gravity is-'' The lesson continued as normal with students furiously taking down notes and bobbing their heads up and down to make sure they hadn’t lost track. Until Mr. Fletcher brought out a black tarp. “Would anyone like to volunteer for an experiment?” 

“Here, I'll cover for you, go tell everyone what happened,” Kwan whispered. “Uh I’ll help Mr. F! 

“Oh, thank you Kwan! I’m so glad you could take a break from talking with Danny to help me out. Now grab the tarp like this and-” Mr. Fletcher turned his back and Danny flipped out his phone. Fingers blazing on the touch screen to get his words out. 

SpaceGhostDanny : Heads up guys. Sam Manson saw us leaving the mansion last night and has video to prove it. She wants to meet at 5th period lunch or else she is going to post the video on youtube. 

TouchDownHero : Are you fucking seriously??!?!?!?

SayonaraPaulieCat : I’m in the gym with her rn. DO you want me to jump her and grab the phone? 

B8stGurluKnow : Get her gurl!

SpaceGhostDanny : NO! Wait, we don’/t know if she saved the video to the cloud or not. And we don’;t need assault on top of trespassing! 

SayonaraPaulieCat : >| This little girl must have a lot of nerve to try and blackmail us like this! 

TouchDownHero : What are we going to do? We need to get rid of that video!

ToHot2Touch: Hey guys I think I have an idea! Can’t talk now in Vanburen’s room. Danny come talk to me during gym, 

B8stgurlyouknow : Val to the rescue! 

Paulina sent out several praying emojis into the chat.  

Danny slid his phone into his pocket and adjusted his stance. He had to look like he was paying attention or else Mr. Fletcher would catch him. At the front of the room, Kwan and another student were stitching a tarp tight as Mr. Fletcher dropped balls on it. 

“As you saw, the dollar store bouncy ball had very little gravity. AKA it did not have a very large impact on the tarp. But if I drop this basketball. You can see that it dips further down than the bouncy ball. Danny, do you know why?” 

“Hun?” 

“Do you know why the basketball has a different reaction than the bouncy ball?” 

“Uh cuz, it's heavier?” 

“Yes! But why?”

“Um...” 

“Maybe you can look it up on your phone screen, which seems more interesting than my class. But it is because of gravity! Maybe Kwan can share his notes with you after class,” rolling his eyes, Danny tried to hide his burning cheeks from the other giggling students. 

---

The Casper high gym had been refurbished a few times in the past years but no renovation could mask the scent of sweat and desperation that came from the floorboards and gym mats. The gym was split up into two main basketball courts and a large track that sat above it. The track has the mats along the walls to stop incoming students and thick iron walls to prevent students from falling off into the courts below. Danny was pretty sure the iron bars were only there because it was a legal requirement. Not because the school actually cared about student health and safety. 

Today was an easy gym day, you were given the choice to either play tennis on the court or run the track above. Valerie quickly grabbed Danny and ran to the track, the two were neck to neck with each other along its boundary. 

“So, Val, what's this big plan of yours?” Danny asked between heavy pants. 

“I was thinking,” Valerie began

“As one does,” 

“Shut it. I was thinking that last night you were rally slick when getting out of the house,” 

“I was?” 

“Uh yeah? You were so quick I almost thought that wooden bean had gone through you or something,” Danny’s skin turned ice cold at her words. “So, what if I get Paulina and Star to distract Sam and you can grab her phone? You can go into the boy’s room and delete the video,” 

“What if it's on the cloud?” 

“She probably logged in to the cloud on her phone, most people are! That’s how my Aunt Carole got hacked. He got her login info off her phone and stole thirteen thousand dollars from her.” 

“Jesus Christ!” 

“I know, she had to beg my Dad to pay her bills,” 

“Did he?”

“Of course, my Dad couldn’t turn Aunt Carol down. Even if she is a little dumb. But! Anyways. You can just open her cloud app and delete the video from there,” 

“What if she downloaded it to her laptop or something?” 

“Then we steal her laptop? I didn’t that far ahead Danny!” 

“I’m sorry Val, I’m just nervous. I don’t want to get accused for starting that fire when we did nothing wrong,” 

“I know, but we can’t just give into her demands.” 

“Yeah, actually wait. I don’t know what she wants,” 

“Did she tell you?” 

“No, she just told me to meet her at the dumpsters next period.”

“Ugh of course she did.” 

“Wait what if she wants something like, we don’t bother her or something like that?” Danny said. 

“We don’t really bother her though? She keeps to her side of the school and we keep to ours. At least I try to keep all contact at a minimum. That girl is weird, did I tell you about the time she kidnapped the frogs in eighth grade?” 

“No?”

“Ugh we were cutting open frogs and she took them all and replaced them in the school parking lot. But she didn’t realize they were already dead, so the frog bodies stuck to hot parking lot,” 

“Wait, was that day the school smelled like shit?”

“Yeah! Like the frogs are dead, who cares what we do with the bodies,” 

“Yeah,” 

“And it looks like nothing changed. She still butting her head in where it doesn’t involve,” 

“Yeah. wait I got an idea,” 

“What?” 

“What if we convince her to give us the video files?” 

“Danny, I already thought of that. What do we have that she wants? A place on the cheer team? football tickets? A party?” 

“Well, we must have something if she- does he have a crush on me?”

“What?” 

“She singled me out, no one else got a note, maybe this is like some goth way to ask someone out,” 

“I- no!”

“That was harsh. Am I not that sexy Val?’

“DO I have to justify that? Plus, you’re out of her league,”

“Maybe she thinks she has a chance?” 

“Ugh I hope not. Wait, we can use that as reverse blackmail!” 

The gym teacher blew her little listen and the student began to pack up the tennis rackets and nets. 

“That could work!” Danny said. 

“Thank you! I will try my best.”

---

The lunch room was packed as bustles of students walking around and orange safety cones blocked off parts of the area still. The destruction from the meat ghost crashed through the walls back in August. The holes still stank of rotten meat, and insulation hung from the cracks. Outside one of the massive holes was the dark green dumpsters, which also smelled of rotten meat. Danny remembered that ghost. It was also Sam Manson’s fault! She had changed the lunch menu to have vegan Fridays and the ghost of some old lady came out of the portal to file her complaints. Unfortunately, Danny was the only one to file her complaints to, and he didn’t take it too well. He tried to demand she leave the school and go back to the Ghost Zone on her own free will. Danny could still smell her, as she used her powers to collect all the meat in the school and morphed into a nine-foot meat monster, attacking anything that looked in her direction. It was one of the hardest ghosts he fought yet. She could clone herself into smaller meat monsters, and the frozen meat she threw at him left giant bruises on his skin. The relief he felt when she sucked her into his parent’s trap was better than the shower he had to take afterwards. 

He shook the memory from his head, and headed to the dumpster and waited for Manson to show her dumb face. Star and Kwan watched from inside while Dash and Paulina waited behind the dumpster. Their cell phones were ready to record a confession for blackmail. 

Sam eventually came to the spot. As she came closer Danny could see her wipe the crumbs from her face. Danny looked her up and down, and she wasn’t ugly. Danny once thought she was quite pretty, but her personality was annoying and her self-righteousness annoyed him to no end. 

“Alright Sam, I'm here, what do you want?” Danny spoke first. 

“I’m surprised you came alone. None of your little friends wanted to come with you?” She scoffed. 

‘“I told them to stay back. They don't need to know about this,”

“Funny since I have them on video too! I like the part where Paulina and Star dragged Kwan’s body from the house,” 

“Not funny Sam,” 

“You haven’t seen the clip. It's very funny,” 

Danny rolled his eyes. “Look if your here just to laugh at me I’m gonna leave,” 

“Wait! Aren't you curious about what I want? Or why did I ask you to come up here?” 

“I guess,” 

“I called you out here to ask one thing,” 

“You blackmailed me for a question?’ 

“Hold up! I want to know, are you the ghost boy?” 

“What?” 

“I heard you got into an accident last year and were out of school for a week, and ever since then you’ve been acting funny, and whenever the ghost boy appears you are nowhere in sight,” 

“A lot of people are not there when the Ghost boy is there. Do you think Dwayne the Rock Johnson is also the Ghost Boy?” 

“I’m not joking. You've been acting weird, hiding in corners and coming out of the closet when nobody was in there before, and sometimes objects seem to fall through your hand instead of out of them. Even you have to admit that there are too many things that don’t add up,” Sam then gave him a sly smirk “So am I right or am I right? You're the ghost boy aren't ya?” 

“And if I tell you no, are you going to post the video?”

“Depends on what you tell me?” 

“Well… you are…” Danny’s voice drifted off into the wind, slowing down till not even he could hear his voice. In the corner of his eye, he could see Paulina and Dash staring at him, examining him and thinking Is she right? “Wrong. Completely wrong. I am just your normal American teen. Not some freak who flies through walls,” 

“What about-”

“Look I drop stuff all the time, just ask the couch how many times I fumble the ball. And look there is a reason you don’t see me around all that ghost stuff but it's not some weird superhero shit.” 

“Well Mr. normal American teen, you better tell me the reason or else this little clip will get you kicked off the team,” In her hands was a USB in the shape of a black bat. 

“I can’t tell you,” 

“Why not” 

“It's personal okay,” Danny muttered. 

“What did you say I couldn’t hear you,” Sam said, raising her voice.  

“I said it’s personal and I don’t want you running all over the school telling everybody,” 

“What are you so scared of, you're the football captain, the teacher’s golden boy. Everyone loves you,”

“Well, everyone has their secrets,” 

“Like being a ghost?” 

“No! Ugh! Look if I tell you will you get rid of the video? We have a game becoming up and we can’t risk losing three key players because of your crackpot theory,” 

“It depends on if you're lying or not. Because I know what I saw and”- Danny marched up her grab and grabbed her shoulder. Harshly whispering in her ear. He then pushed her back towards the dumpster. 

“There. Happy? If you let this get out, I will make your life hell Manson. Understood?” Sam’s face was beat head, with her cheeks puffed out to keep her from exploding in laughter. 

“A-are you serious?” Her voice came out in small squeaks. 

“Yes, I-” 

“PFFF AH HAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Oh my god! I - Oh My God! AH! Hahahahaha-” her hand came up and used the dumpster to prevent herself from falling over……. Her body was now bucking under her laughter. “You? Mr. Perfect? You are afraid of ghosts?”

“Shut it! No one can know about this,” Danny cursed. “You wanted to know why you don’t see me in the same place as the freak, well there you go. Is that a good enough reason for you?” 

“Oh god, wait,” Sam grabbed her knees and began to take deep breaths between each patch of giggles. “Yeah, no that's. That’s a good enough reason. I am okay with being wrong on this one. Here,” she threw the batty USB at him. “Don’t worry that’s the only copy I have, so have a good day, and beware of any ghost!”  

Danny began to stomped away from her, when he suddenly had the feeling of being watched. He looked around but Dash and Paulina had already snuck their way to the lunch table, probably to spread his lie around the school. Sam was texting someone, and there was no one around, Danny didn’t even hear any birds circling the trash overhead. The feeling intensified until he jogged back inside, feeling safer in ye old Casper High. It was a miracle that she bought it, but she probably was just looking for a reason to mock him. And with that over I can finally get some rest he thought.

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Big Bro || Lin Yanjun

Title: Big Bro Pairing: Reader x Yanjun Genre: OlderBrother!AU + slice of life) Word Count: 1483 words Summary: You and your older brother may not always get along, but you know that he’ll always have your back. Warning: mentions of cheating

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever written a sibling au, so this is exciting! I would love to have Yanjun as an older brother tbh. Happy reading!

oof can you imagine yanjun as your older brother tho

i can only imagine he’d be two things

a blessing

and a headache lmao

onward to the fic

you and yanjun shared the typical sibling relationship 

which means constant fighting and teasing from both parties

the two of you can’t go a day without being at each other’s neck tbh

1 like = 1 prayer for your poor parents who have to go through their kids bs everyday

normal occurrences usually go like this

“yanjun don’t eat the food that’s in the fridge”

“oh, you mean the three slices of pizza on the top shelf? too late lmao”

“lin yanjun istg i will eND YOU”

or

“yo bro i need $20″

“get lost, loser. why would i give you my hard earned money?”

“oh, ig that’s fine. in that case, you wouldn’t mind if i told mom about how it was you who knocked over her favorite vase but blamed it on the cat instead, right?”

“...”

“slide in an extra $10 and i also wont tell her that it ocurred the same night you snuck out to zhangjing’s party”

“i hate you”

also let’s not forget 

“LIN YANJUN GTFO OF THE SHOWER! IT’S BEEN TWO HOURS AND I HAVE TO PEE”

ofc things weren’t always so bad

usually when hell freezes over

for example

yanjun and you had this sort of ritual where he drives you both to the nearest fast food place at two in the morning once a week

it was your way of bonding with each other and what better way to bond than over food?

yanjun was also your own personal chauffeur and drove you around his fancy motorcycle whenever you needed to get places

this idiot named his motorcycle angle angel 

in return, you often helped sneak him into the house whenever he was out longer than he was supposed to

you joked that he was going through his rebellious phase

except that it occurred 24/7 365 days a year

one time he tried to climb in through your bedroom window at 4 in the morning

you almost dialed 911 on him bc you thought he was an intruder

ffs yanjun wyd

in short, you both had your moments where you actually got along for once

unfortunately, this was not one of those times

you angrily stormed into your older brother’s room, slamming his door open as it hit the wall with a loud bang

“what the hell is your problem? can’t you knock?” yanjun glared, removing his headphones off his head

“cough it up,” you demanded, holding out your hand impatiently

“what are you even talking about?”

“my watch! the expensive silver one that dad gave me for my birthday”

“look (y/n), sorry to burst your bubble but i don’t have your watch”

you raised your voice in anger, “stop lying! i know you stole it from me after i saw you eyeing it the other day”

annoyed with the accusation, yanjun’s glare intensified and his voice yelled back even louder, “i didn’t steal anything, idiot! maybe if you learn to be more responsible, you’ll stop losing things!”

you groaned in frustration, flipping him the finger and stomping out of his room. you didn’t have time for this.

after the fight, you were running late for your date with your partner who you’ve been seeing recently

when you arrived at the restaurant, you were shocked to see your partner in the arms of another person. you watched as the two of them exchange kisses with their arms wrapped around each other

*insert ‘oh hell no’ vine here*

you marched your way over to them, picked up a glass of water and splashed it all over your partner’s face

they were obviously a v thirsty mofo

the entire restaurant went silent bc oh shiiiiiit

somebody call worldstarhiphop 

“you cheater! you make me absolutely sick. we’re over. i deserve a lot better than your sorry ass” you scowled

yaaaas you go king/queen

the entire restaurant literally broke out into applause and whistles for you

wow where can i get that kind of support

even with the cheers, you were understandably still really pissed

huffing, you walked over to the nearest bus station down the street

you cursed when you realized you had just missed your bus back home and the next one wouldn’t be for another hour

rummaging in your bag for your phone, your fingers grazed against something cool

pulling it out, you realized it was your silver watch that you had accused yanjun of stealing earlier that day

a wave of guilt washed over you

not only did you get cheated on but you felt like the world’s shittiest little sibling ever

scrolling through the contacts on your phone, your thumb hovered over yanjun’s contact name

you debated whether or not you should call him to give you a ride. both of your parents were at work and you knew he was still most likely at home at this time

but would he even pick up your call?

after a few seconds of hesitance, you settled for texting him instead

you: they cheated on me. please take me home.

honestly you didn’t expect him to text you back since he usually needed time to cool down after fighting. you mentally prepared your self for the long walk home.

to your surprise, yanjun immediately texted you back

the adopted sibling 🙄 : stay where you are. i’m coming to get you.

after texting him the details of your location, it didn’t take long for him to show up on his noble steed motorcycle. offering you a small smirk, you returning it with a small smile. he tossed you the spare helmet and you strapped it on before hopping on behind him

the two of your drove in silence but not necessarily an awkward silence. it was more so yanjun not wanting to force you to say anything until you were ready. you were also trying to wrap your mind around how hectic this day was.

“yanjun? are you still mad at me?” you asked when he stopped at a red light

“mad at you? nah. i’m over it. your ex? i’m going to kill them” he replied

you smacked his shoulder, rolling your eyes with a snort as he pretended to wince in pain “if you end up in jail, can i keep all of your things?”

“wow i go through the lengths of getting revenge on your ex for you and all you care about is keeping my things? i’m no star student but i’m pretty sure that’s not how it works”

you grinned, “in my world it does”

once he started driving again, you started to notice you both were going in the wrong direction

“hey, i know i’m not the best at directions but i’m pretty sure we just missed the turn to our house”

“that’s bc we aren’t going home. we’re gonna go to our favorite diner so you can eat your weight in food”

“i do not-- ok you know what, you got me there”

“thought so”

being the awesome older brother he was, he let you order whatever you wanted on the menu and even paid for it all. he saw you were still a little down, so he even tried to make you laugh by telling you more of his lame jokes

which honestly made you want to cry more than your break up bc his jokes were so bad

when will he ever learn tbh

“i’m sorry for accusing you of stealing my watch earlier today. you’re right, i should be more responsible with my things,” you apologized sheepishly, poking at your ice cream sundae

“don’t worry about it, kid, it happens. you’re definitely more responsible than i am. that’s for sure,” he chuckled, leaning forward to steal a scoop of your sundae

“woah buddy, hands off! you have your own!”

“yours looks better than mine!”

“we literally have the same order!”

and so you both went back to being the bickering pair of siblings we all know and love

the next time you saw your ex, you saw them freaking out from their car being towed away

was your eyes deceiving you or did you see slashed tires?

when you went to question yanjun about it, he acted as if he had no idea what you were talking about

“bro, what did you do to my ex’s car?”

“nothing you can prove”

yes you’re big brother was hella annoying

and yes he did drive you absolutely nuts

but you knew that at the end of the day

you knew that you both loved each other

you would always be there for him

and yanjun would always be there for you

fin

i dont have any brothers irl

but if i did

i wouldn’t mind him being yanjun tbh