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You've Been Ghosted
Thirteen and fourteen year old Phineas and Ferb were standing on their front porch at 7:30 in the evening, with the front door open wide and the light from the front hall shining outside to light up the dark night.
Phineas was sorting through a brown paper bag, checking out the treats the unknown person had left them.
Ferb looked over the well-known piece of paper taped to the outside of the front door. Ferb stared at the picture of the ghost on the front side, with his four-fingered hands spread wide, his silly missing-a-bunch-of-teeth grin, his large eyes and raised eyebrows.
He read the message written in a shaky computer font out loud for old time's sake. "BOOOOOOO! You've Been Ghosted!" His gaze traveled to the bottom of the page where he continued to read. "Now it's your turn to 'ghost' two other people in your neighborhood."
Ferb took the piece of paper down and flipped it over. He read the "You've Been Ghosted!" poem on the back.
"Late last night, we left you a treat.
I Am Octus Chapter 2
Octus (still disguising himself with his "Newton" hologram) stared at his reflection in the bus window, vaguely aware of the conversions the other people on the bus were having.
"Newton," Ilana called. She was sitting on his right in the same bus seat as him.
When she got no response, she tried again. "Newton," she said, a little louder this time.
"What?" he asked, some-what annoyed, as his blank expression turned into a glare.
"You've been a million light years away since we left the art institute. Are you okay?"
she asked, concerned.
"Sure," he said, still glaring at the window.
"What's going on?" she asked.
Just then, Lance, who was sitting in a seat by himself behind Ilana and Octus, heard the radio.
"Meanwhile, in southern France, a series of strange occurrences" The radio reporter said, before being cut off as the volume of the other students conversions became louder.
Lance stood up and leaned over the top of Ilana and Octus' seat. "What are they saying?"
I Am Octus Chapter 1
Art museum in Sherman, Illinois
The odd trio seemed so out of place as they stood side by side in front of the big canvas that was hanging on the wall that the artist had decided to splatter with various colors: reds, pinks, yellows, whites, grays, and blacks (to name a few).
Ilana was the first to break the silence. "It's like, a beautiful sunrise. The splash of colors makes me feel warm, hopeful," she said.
"I see something a bit different," said Lance.
"What?" Ilana questioned, eager to know Lance's opinion.
"Pestilence devastation endless war," Lance answered, staring at the painting.
"You need to lighten up," Ilana said, as she turned and frowned at Lance. "What do you see?" Ilana asked Octus (who was using his 'Newton' hologram so he could be in public), as she looked up at him.
"Well, there are twenty thousand variations of color," Octus supplied.
"No, what do you see?" Ilana tried again.
"What do you think the painting represents?" Lance added helpfully.
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 67Faint violin music resounded from the closed door to your room when John returned the next morning and he cocked his head to the side in thought before swinging it open. The room was covered in a plethora of paper animals, a good number of them cranes, and a symphony John recognized filled the air. You were sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hospital bed, your fingers busy folding yet another animal, and Sherlock was in the chair next to you with his feet kicked up on your bed and his eyes closed, violin and bow in hand.
You finished what you were working on, which turned out to be a paper balloon, filled it with air, and then threw it in Sherlock’s direction, hitting him square in the face. He stopped playing and you giggled triumphantly, “Direct hit?”
“You got lucky,” he said pursing his lips and you pouted, “Even if I did- It still hit you. Now pick a new spot… further away this time.”
Sherlock’s eyes flickered open as a
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 65Sherlock fell quiet once you were asleep, just looking over you for a moment before reaching to erase the tear tracks from your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. He should have insisted that you stay, it wouldn’t have been the first time he threw a fit to get what he wanted, or at least made you take John with you. At this moment, if he had it to do all over again, he even would have abandoned the case and gone with you himself if it saved you from this. He considered that for a moment- nothing had ever taken precedent over his cases before. It felt odd yet at the same time kind of right. Taking note of this new development, he carefully removed your fingers from his sleeve so he could get up and look around.
When his eyes fell on the little mountain of cards on your beside table, he cocked an eyebrow- he would never understand people’s need to give scraps of papers with cheesy sentiments printed on them when people were ill or injured. It certainly didn’t help with t
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 69John refused to leave you alone for very long, not wanting you to wake up someplace unfamiliar alone, and ended up sorting through emails on his laptop in his room while you slept. He looked up when you groaned and your hand came up to rub at your forehead as you grumbled, “Merde… What-Where am I?”
“You’re in my bed,” John offered and you sighed, sitting up, “I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to fall asleep up here. I’ll go back downstairs.”
You moved to leave, unable to stop the sharp gasp and cringe as pain rippled through your body, and John got up to ease you back down, “It’s alright, Squeak… I was actually wondering if you would stay up here with me tonight.”
“Why?” you asked warily, thinking it might be a ploy to get you to take his bed while he slept on the couch, and John wrapped his hand around yours, “You’ll be more comfortable here and then if you need anything
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 66With your brother gone, you flopped back so you were lying horizontally across the bed, hissing a curse under your breath as you felt a sharp pain shoot up your shoulder, “Putain… that bloody smarts.”
You felt Sherlock’s hand on your hip and reached out to find him again, quickly finding your hand in his as he caught it and then brought it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. You could feel his lips turn up in a smirk when you giggled and then he wove his fingers between yours as you groaned, “How much longer until tomorrow?”
“A while,” he hummed and you sighed, “I’m sorry you have to stay… I know it must be terribly boring for you.”
“I want to stay, (F/n).”
“That’s sweet, Sherly, but it doesn’t make it any less boring.”
“True. Play a game with me?”
You blinked at the ceiling a couple of times and then gave a one-shouldered shrug, “Sure. What did you have
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 68Things finally started to sink in for the three of you now that you were home. It had been easy to push away the reality of the situation and the emotions other than worry when you were unconscious in a hospital bed but everything had to be dealt with eventually.
Down the road, John gathered the little bag that held your prescriptions as he thought over what had happened. He’d almost lost you… again. The thought of what would have happened had he and Sherlock not been on their way home at that exact moment sent a shot of dread through his veins. You were his support system, his lifeline, the one person in the world he could trust with anything and everything- his best friend. At the same time you were his baby sister and it was his job to protect you and somehow he’d failed.
There was no way he could erase the guilt- if he had gone with you, if you had felt like you could come to him, if he’d noticed you hadn’t called, if, if, if… The list went on
This Life - Part 1 (Supernatural x Reader)This life had left you alone; your father was murdered by a vampire when you were only five years old. Your now single mother had been a hunter her entire life, she wanted to get out when she met your father, but now that he was gone she slowly drifted back into the life. Your mother went back to hunting, which often left you alone in hotel rooms or with one of the few friends your mother had spread out across the country. You were only twelve years old when your mother left your life forever, and you still remember it like it was yesterday.
Your mother had left you with a man named Bobby Singer while she was out on a hunt. Your mother had talked about Bobby a lot, and he seemed like a seemingly caring old guy. Your mother was never gone more than a day during her hunts, but this time around she was gone for two. You didn’t worry until Bobby had gotten a call from another hunter and the look on his face changed from casual to paling and horrified. After the call, he slowly ap
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 70The next day was thankfully uneventful, both the boys needing a day to just process everything and you spending nearly the entire day asleep from the meds. They were both careful not to leave you alone so that when you did wake up you didn’t panic and John decided that for now he was going let Sherlock off the hook for the things you’d told him the night before since he seemed to have handled it well.
When it got late enough to go to bed you were out cold curled up in Sherlock’s chair and John worried that if he moved you he’d hurt you in someway so he made sure Sherlock was going to stay on the couch and then left you where you were for the night. He was a bit relieved when the next morning you were still sleeping in exactly the same position and that you hadn’t woken up and freaked out.
You blinked awake when he was midway through making breakfast, slipping out of the chair to slowly navigate your way into the kitchen, hugging the wall and then the count
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 71It seemed your mind was determined to torment you as a few hours later you went from peaceful to whimpering as you thrashed slightly, a layer of sweat glistening on your forehead. You jolted awake but found no relief as the darkness that loomed every time you opened your eyes made the nightmare seem unending. You rolled to your side and whimpered, trying to erase the images from your mind, before finding the floor with your feet and stumbling out to the living room.
Clinging to the door frame you quietly called, “Sherlock?”
You got no response and took a step forward, trying again as your voice grew increasingly distraught, “Sherly?”
His eyes snapped open and he blinked at you a couple of times, hoping you’d go to John if he kept quiet. No such luck, you panicked slightly and took a few quick steps into the room, a mistake since it put you in a space with nothing around you for you to get your bearings. Realizing this too late, you spun a little fra
This Life - Part 2 (Supernatural x Reader)You had been on the road with the Winchesters for a couple of years now, and so much had happened in that period of time. The biggest thing that had happened- Dean was in hell. He had been in hell for about four months; you and Sam tried everything to get him out. Unknown to Sam, you had even tried to sell your soul to get him back. But the crossroads demon you had summoned wouldn’t seal the deal; he said Dean Winchester was too valuable. Needless to say, you ended the life of that demon. The two of you consulted Bobby constantly in hopes that he would find a way to get Dean out. A year passed since Dean left and you and Sam finally gave up.
The two of you even stopped hunting after the first year of Dean’s absence. You were borderline depressed; you just couldn’t handle losing another part of your family.
You and Sam were staying in a hotel in Maryland; you were sitting at the small table in the room with a glass of whiskey in your hand. You stared blankly at the
In a swampy-looking place
Finn and Marceline were on a small dock connected to the front of a house.
"Chica chica boom boom a a, boom chica chica boom a a " Finn said, beat-boxing.
"Thanks for helping me record, Finn," Marceline said, as she strummed and tuned her ax-guitar.
"No problem, Marceline," Finn said.
"Now, I'm going sing something really personal, so don't laugh at me," Marceline said, still strumming.
"I would never dream of it, my lady," Finn said, before bringing his hands to his cheeks and giving a small girly-laugh.
Inside a living room
Finn and Marceline were standing in a small room, with a make-shift recorder in between them.
"Now, start a slow beat, and keep it steady, or it'll mess up everything," Marceline said, strumming her ax-guitar.
"You got it," Finn said, before he started beat-boxing again.
"Boom boom bechi chica chica boom chi, boom boom bechi chica chica bechi, boom boom chiboom, bechi booma boom,ba-da ba-da ba-da ba-da " Finn beat-bo
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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