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anonymous asked:

Hi!! I was wondering, since it's pretty common for US!Pap, UF!Sans and SF!Pap to call their S/O's by cute pet names and such, how would they react if their S/O did the same for the first time? And they've never known S/O to use pet names for anyone, so it's just with them?

US!Papyrus: He’s taken by surprise at first, but you can tell that he enjoys it. The fact that you feel comfortable enough to use petnames with him, and with him of all people is really sweet. He especially likes to be called Dear, Hun and Hon/Honey. He’s not really about over the top petnames, he likes the simple ones. (If you searched for ‘’cute things to call your boyfriend’’ and just started listing off every name on there he’d probably die of laughter because he thinks most of them are stupid, but he appreciates irony. If you find the most ridiculous one there and keep using it on him he’ll never be able to stay mad at you)

UF!Sans: ‘‘ ’m sorry what didja just call me??’’ He acts like he doesn’t like it at first, but it’s just to cover up his shock. It’s always him throwing those words around left and right whenever he flirts with someone, and to him they don’t hold a lot of meaning. Until he started saying them to you. And now you’re the one making him blush and stutter from sweet words. But when they’re from you, he can tell that they mean something. They’re not empty, they’re full of love (as cliché as it sounds) He falls in love with you a little more, and he keeps his head in the crook of your neck to hide his goofy smile.

SF!Papyrus: Marry him. Please, he can’t even deal with how much he loves you right now. You’re so genuine and sweet and he just loves you so goddamn much. Call him whatever you want, he doesn’t care what it is. Everything sounds good coming from you and he has never felt so loved or loved someone as much as he loves you. He feels special and unique and he’ll do anything to make you feel the same way.

just imagine for one second that susan had given rachel the same validation westmorland did. 

imagine susan treating rachel like her daughter. imagine susan not picking favourites (cough cough cosima). imagine susan not telling her rachel carries her last name and she’s the biggest disappointment of them all. imagine her not calling rachel a failure. imagine her taking responsibility for abandoning rachel but still watching her all these years and monitoring her. imagine her not blaming rachel for neolution’s abuse. imagine susan holding herself accountable and not rachel.

their entire 4x03 exchange… :( 

“it’s my curse. detachment. i’ve spent my whole life observing you, but i don’t know how to be with you.”

“because you abandoned me.”

“i wanted to be your mother, but it was necessary to cut the cord.”

“you raised a castor clone instead.”

With the theories I throw around in private I forget that I don’t share all of them on here. Just let it be known that I will not be surprised if Haggar is the one that triggered the entire plot of the series, and that she will be very pivotal later on, a chekhov’s gunman of sort? since she always stays in the background, despite her being the one responsible for half of the shit that happened. Perhaps an unwitting instigator of doom in her backstory. Keep in mind, she never once bowed to Zarkon, nor uttered Verpit Sa. I’m very certain that Lotor will be bowing to his father if he ever wakes up, while she never did. She is called Haggar and just that. 

BLINDSPOT MEET AND GREET

Name/Nickname: Barbara/B/Bar/Babi idk people call me a lot of stuff
Age*: 24
Where are you from*: Brazil
When did you jump aboard the Blindspot train: When I first saw the Season 1 SDCC promo. Love at first sight.
Other fandoms you’re in/TV shows you watch: oh boy… OUAT, Lucifer, Game of Thrones, Greys Anatomy, Outlander, TBBT, Younger, Orphan Black, and many others.
Favorite Blindspot characters: All of them? Jane and Tasha, the most, I guess.
Favorite ships: Jeller!! Duh.
Favorite episodes: Pilot, 1x05, 2x01, 2x22, Rich episodes and plenty others.
Favorite whatever you want: Shows? Blindspot and OUAT
If you were a Blindspot character, who would you be: I’d like to be a badass fighter like Jane, but Patterson would be pretty cool too!!
One dead character you would bring back: Mayfair.
One guest star (who has appeared only once) you want to come back: Ana appeared twice…but yeah. Her.
One recurring character you’d love to have promoted to regular: Rich!!
Share a little bit about yourself (don’t be shy): I’m Chandler

Originally posted by justalilbitofsass

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

That sums me up.

anonymous asked:

Ok so in a Modern setting when it came to Epo and Hughes (Did I get the names right?) I can kinda see Travis being the parents that constantly gushes over them, while Katelyn congratulates them quietly... Until it came to their chosen sport, in which case Katelyn's all up and about yelling and jumping in support? Or do Katie and Trav just gush over how proud they are forever?

I feel like, on the outside, it’s kinda true– unless it’s something competitive, Katelyn comes off more of the reserve but definitely supportive parent while Travis would be a step away from raising his child up and saying “WITNESS THEM.” Both gush over their kids esp when they were young, though. Katie tends to whispers it and get thosw childish giggles while Travis, again, is the loud and more active sort that swings his children around, calling them nicknames and literally. He is a doting father that spoils.

Safe to say the kids grow up in an extremely loving and happy home, Epo (yeah that’s correct– at least her nickname, her full name is Éponine, a nod @ Katelyn’s love of theatre and her pretty much having a go-getting attitude of a ‘heroine’) and Hughes are gonna be sweetest peeps. Or well try to be, though Epo might be a little too cocky and Hughes somehow ends up *extremely* lazy despite his proactive dad and athletic/competitive mama… and being a total mama’s boy.

Man i need to write them more!

Blindspot Meet and Greet:

 I felt like I should do this so..

Name/Nickname: Katie
Age: 17
Where are you from: England.
When did you jump aboard the Blindspot train: extremley late 2016, I saw Ashley Johnson on the TV and basically yelled “What show is that?!” and uh.. its ruined my life ever since
Other fandoms you’re in/TV shows you watch: Star trek (All of them but especially Voyager) The Walking Dead, Star Wars, WestWorld, Dexter, Ash vs Evil Dead, The 100, OITNB. Books:  TOG/ACOTAR THG, Eragon/Inheritance Cycle
Favorite Blindspot characters: Shepherd (I love her, okay?) Roman, Patterson, Tasha, Jane, Reade. 
Favorite ships: Pattata. I’m a very lowkey Jeller shipper.
Favorite episodes: 1x01 1x23 2x21 2x22 2x05 - although my absolute favourite is 2x19
Favorite whatever you want: “You are so cute when you’re being heteronormative” - Also 2 x 10 where Roman find his favourite eggs and he cringes on the phone (Yep thats the gif underneath this post) .its just hilarious to me #Romanseggs

If you were a Blindspot character, who would you be: I don’t even know, I’d probably be a really boring and dumb passer-by. 

One dead character you would bring back: Perhaps Mayfair?
One guest star (who has appeared only once) you want to come back: Hirst? But i think she’s coming back.
One recurring character you’d love to have promoted to regular: Everyone’s favourite gay mafia dork idiot; Rich.com 
Share a little bit about yourself: I love Psychology (I’m studying it currently at college), Greek Mythology, and all horror related things.  I read way too many books (Sarah J Maas is one of my favourite authors) and am far too emotionally invested in video games and rock/metal bands.


(Here’s the gif of Roman cringing that never fails to crack me up)

lillyschmilly  asked:

Also how did you learn so much about plants? Like scientific names and how to care for them and stuff and where can I also learn these things? (Sorry for the double ask)

It’s all good; I’m always down to help!

Most of what I learn about plants are based on personal research online.  I type in a good description of the plant in question and scroll through pictures until I find the one that matches.

Communities are a great source of information as well.  There’s Tumblr of course.  There are many Facebook groups dedicated to succulents.  Forums are a full of people who give good advice as well.  Here’s a forum that I use: http://forums.gardenweb.com/forums/cacti

Hope this helps, cheers!

Blindspot Meet and Greet

Name/Nickname: Nicole
Age*: 23
Where are you from*: Florida, USA
When did you jump aboard the Blindspot train: Probably back in early 2015 when Jaimie got cast, and then I made this blog after the pilot was leaked
Other fandoms you’re in/TV shows you watch: Avatar: The Last Airbender/ Legend of Korra, Steven Universe, Stranger Things, Orange is the New Black, House of Cards
Favorite Blindspot characters: I love all of them very dearly, but Jane will always be my #1
Favorite ships: Jeller, Joscar, Pattata 
Favorite episodes: 1.01, 1.06, 1.15, 1.19, 1.23, 2.01, 2.07, 2.19, 2.21, 2.22
Favorite whatever you want: My favorite Rich Dotcom line is “Bless this mess.” 
If you were a Blindspot character, who would you be: Maybe Dr. Borden, like how he was before we found out he was the mole (definitely not after), since he was quiet/reserved, smart, awkward, helpful, nice
One dead character you would bring back: MAYFAIR :(
One guest star (who has appeared only once) you want to come back: I can’t remember her character name but the hacker Jewel Staite played, she should come back and meet Rich. The world would probably explode from so much banter and sarcasm 
One recurring character you’d love to have promoted to regular: Maybe Rich?
Share a little bit about yourself (don’t be shy): I’ve been a fan of Jaimie Alexander since she was on Kyle XY. I like science a lot and I hope that I’ll be accepted into medical school. I like watching movies and sleeping in late. I have an adorable cat named Hayley after Hayley Williams from Paramore.

Srry Bae (butihatemyself)

Audio tag! Tagged by @c-cygnus and @berry-happy-tokki (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Q: how many times did it take for me to get it under 5 mins?

A: probs more than the number of albums bts has 

also meariie wants me to sing but gURL PLS THAT SHALL NEVER BE REVEALED i sound terrible enough as it is LMAO

*correction to #7 it’s actually taehyung

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martaangelo98  asked:

Happy birthday!!!! 🎂🎂🎂🎂 1. How is Nat in the Reconstruction series? Any plans in her horizon? 2. Bucky and Manda in the "Somewhere they can't find me" and "The best by far is you" series... How did they meet? How are they? Can we know more about them? 3. How is regency treating Syn of the original Dark Inside series?

1. We’d like to do a Nat story in Reconstruction, but are waiting for inspiration to strike. I’m hoping Black Panther will give up some idea. Maybe we can give Killmonger the Loki treatment and have her redeem him as the pure cinnamon roll we all know him to be. 2. Huh, a version of Bucky/Amanda (they need a couple name… WinterDoc?) that I haven’t done. I’m guessing they met when Bucky went back with Steve to work with SHIELD/the Avengers. I’ll have to give that some thought. Maybe I’ll add to my WIP pile. 3. Very well. Loki is a big help since he was, more or less, trained to be a king/advisor. They try to have a very open relationship with their people, addressing issues and starting several social programs. She enjoys dealing with the people and Loki enjoys planning and long boring meetings, so it’s a good fit.

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Forduary week three: Support
At least he’ll always have his brother there to support him, right?


You can see all of my Forduary entries here and all of my Stanuary entries here.

Joseph Christiansen Secret/Cult Ending Manuscript

I went digging through the Level 18 gibberish and sorted out all the dialogue into a manageable manuscript if anyone is interested in reading this secret wild ride. None of the dialouge is labeled so I did my best to interprete who was saying what so any mistakes are my bad. It took a few hours to put together but I felt like some people would like more than just a summary so here is the full text:

MC will be short for Main Character or your player.

Level 18- Joseph Bad Ending or True Ending ( Who knows? )

This appears to take place after MC and Joseph Christiansen engage in sex in the yacht, except you don’t wake up to what you expect. This takes place in Cult_Dungeon1.

(Photo Credits: jaalsucksdick)

START: You’re A Monster

MC: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Joseph’s kids? And how will Amanda feel about all this? That’s what matters… . Well, we all have each other. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day.

Am I tied up?! What the hell?! How did I get here? What’s going on?! Joseph? Anybody? You’re probably just dreaming. Why would there be a… Don’t panic… . a dungeon. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? This can’t be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. I’m dreaming, or something.

???:

Oh, I guarantee this is real.



MC:

I can barely make out any features. I can see someone at the end of the hall. It’s just a shape! Who’s there? Can you untie me?

???:

It’s a personal guarantee. A verbal handshake.

MC:

Please, I don’t know how I got here. I think there has been a mistake

Trust, if that’s what you get off on- [???]

Joseph:

You trust me, right? I mean, why wouldn’t you?

MC:

You’re into this kind Joseph?! Jesus, what is this? Are you into this kind of thing? I wish you’d have warned me.

 

Hah! Ha ha!

Joseph:

Goal oriented, anchored by family. The rock in a shallow sea. I had a whale of a time last night. I always liked you, [INSERT PLAYER NAME]. And down to pound, if you catch my meaning. Get it? Whale? We talked extensively about whales last night? You don’t really like them? You’re not in a joking mood. I get that.

 

MC:

His voice is different. This whole situation is different. The way he’s talking-

Joseph [ DIFFICULT TO TRANSLATE ]:

That one’s good-

Dastardly? Sadistic? It can be both. Throw another one in there. Wrathful.

MC:

Wait! How did he-!

Joseph:

I’m very perceptive. A good listener. I heard all those impure thoughts, [INSERT PLAYER NAME], and about a married man, no less. I’m pretty sure that’s a sin.

MC:  

Who are you?

Joseph:

I told you, I’m a cool youth minister. Have you seen my tattoos? Were you even watching me tear it up on the dance floor?  Well, hi. My name is Joseph. I have an alcoholic whore wife, whose life I destroyed. You used to be a lot more fun.

MC:

Poor Mary! And their kids!

Joseph:

Joseph laughs. My kids? Those aren’t my kids. Well, they are my kids. In a way. Cosmically. I guess you could call them vessels. And in that case I guess that technically makes me not a Dad. Woops. Sorry to kill that little fantasy for you.

MC:

Joseph, this is insane. So the whole minister thing… that’s just a front for this weird sex dun-

Joseph:

Joseph starts laughing hysterically. He wipes a tear from his eye. Oh, that’s so cute. You think this is a sex thing. I mean, it’s kind of a sex thing. The safe word is Jimmy Buffett.

[INSERT PLAYER NAME], there are powers at work so far beyond your understanding that the very idea that I would sink to some half-baked sex game is a little insulting. All that religion mumbo-jumbo wasn’t entirely false. I am a man of the cloth, just not the cloth you’re thinking of.

I am the conduit for something beautiful, [INSERT PLAYER NAME]. Something pure. And you have the honor of being part of it. I know that sounds kinda hokey but stick with me. I promise I’ll get back to being relatably cool in a second. Where you really are is under the house. Or I guess, under the houses.

MC:

The houses? Are we under the cul-de-sac?

Joseph:

Hey, deductive reasoning! Points for [INSERT PLAYER NAME]!

MC:

How did nobody notice a dungeon underneath the town? Somebody would have had to.

Joseph:

Everyone who figured it out, that is .. All dead..

And it’s not a dungeon. Dungeons are for old castles and twelve year olds. This place is how would I describe … inhabiting many spaces. The betweens of the world. The gaps in mathematics. It’s quite simply beyond you, I’m afraid.

Just think of it as the real Margarita Zone.

MC:

This is too much. My head hurts.

Joseph:

[INSERT PLAYER NAME] ever wonder where all the wives and husbands in town went? Why everyone’s an eligible single father?

MC:

…I just thought it was a coincidence.

Joseph:

Nothing’s a coincidence, idiot. No town in America has such a concentration of eligible, willing Dads.

And do you want to know why?

MC:

I don’t know if I do, Joseph.

Joseph:

Because of me. Because of my work. Because of my loyalty.

MC:

You’re insane.

Loyalty?

Joseph:

How many couples have I pushed to divorce? How many wives and husbands have I hunted in the dark?

MC:

Wait! Amanda’s Mother/Father- It can’t be!

Joseph:

I unfortunately can’t take credit for that one. It seems entropy beat me to the punch.

MC:

I don’t know if that’s a relief or not.

Joseph:

But man, what if I had? The look on your face would’ve been priceless. Maple Bay is a psychic beacon of unfathomable power, but it requires sacrifice. It needs to feed on those deep, unquenchable pangs of anguish. And all to get these very good friends of ours here, in my town, and my father’s town, and his father before him. Hurting for human touch. Praying for the salvation of kindness.

Of course you don’t. You were out there gallivanting about, seducing all the hottest single Dads. Meddling in something you have no understanding of. A greatness you could not conceive.

Out there, in the dark of the sea, lies something that has been waiting to return for a hundred million years. It showed the path to Jonah, my ancient ancestor, as it has shown the path to me.

And I will fuck each Dad whose life I destroy until the shame and stink of their failures has returned our eternal king to life. The fuel of a hundred thousand rank darknesses of the soul.

MC:

I don’t understand.

Joseph:

Wow. Do you have anything you’d like to say?

MC:

I’ll kill you if it’s the last thing I do. What about Amanda?

Joseph:

Just kidding! You don’t get to choose. I know you’re used to being in control here. But now it’s my turn. And don’t worry yourself about Amanda.

MC:

If you touch her …

Joseph:

Please, [INSERT PLAYER NAME], give me some credit. Look at my pedigree. If I do my job, I won’t even have to.

Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s some other business I need to attend to. Your dear friend Robert has been awfully worried about you. I think it’s about time that miserable drunk gets one last visit from the Dover Ghost. A beautiful nightmare, wouldn’t you agree?

MC:

This is a nightmare.

Joseph (or Self Reflection?):

All along you’ve been living a dream, Daddy.

Now it’s time to wake

MC:

Oh man. This is bad. This is very bad. How long was I out? When is he coming back? How do I get out of here?

A hand slips over my mouth.

 

???:

Don’t say anything. Hell, don’t even think anything. It’s okay, [INSERT PLAYER NAME]. It’s me [… Mary …]. I’m gonna get you out of here.

MC:

She kneels down and starts working on the ropes around my ankles.

Mary:

I gotta be honest, I didn’t like you at first.

MC:

I guess I did try to break up your marriage

Mary:

Shh! Shut up for once. Look, truth is I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for the both of us. I don’t think you’re a bad person, despite what you might think of me.

I don’t want it to end like this. Not again.

MC:

I raise my eyebrows at her.

Mary:

Come on. Who do you think lived in that house before you? Don’t think about it. Not right now.

He’s coming. Run, kid.

MC:

Mary finishes untying me and disappears.

I have to get out of here. I get out of the chair and run as fast as I can down the hallway outside of my holding cell.

Eventually I run out of breath. I can’t keep sprinting. Not with these Dad knees.

I check myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and this thing in my pocket. The pocket knife that Robert gave me. If I have to defend myself, this is all I have.

Looking ahead of me, I can’t see the end of the hallway as it bends further up there. I look back and can’t even see where I started. I guess the only thing I can do is keep going and hope there’s a way out on the other end. If there is an other end …

The hallway bends and twists. Sometimes it gets smaller, to the point where I have to crawl on my hands and knees to get through. Sometimes it expands into a great cavern where I can’t even see the ceiling. I see no way out other than to keep moving forward.

I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, but my body aches with soreness. I’m long past dehydration. My head is pounding. My vision is blurred. I lean up against the walls of the hallway for support.

I’m not sure how I’m still going.

And yet still here I am. I’ve been walking for what I think must be days. It could be weeks or months.

The exhaustion has sunk into my bones. I drift in and out of consciousness. I think I’ve slept, if you can call it sleep. My dreams are plagued with nightmares of being chased down this hallway. I see Joseph’s kids. They hide in the shadows. They’re coming to drag me back to Joseph.

Oh god, Joseph. I can see his face so clearly in those dreams.’

I don’t know why I keep moving, why I keep placing one foot in front of the other. My clothes are tattered and my shoes have worn through.

My hell is inescapable.

Until …

It’s a door. A door at the dead end of the hallway.

I place my hand on the knob, seeing for the first time my gnarled fingernails and stretched, papery skin. I open the door and walk through.

…I’m in my house?! How did that!?

Amanda rushes into the room, wrapping her arms around me in a ferocious bear hug.

 

Amanda:

Dad! Where have you been?! Are you okay? I tried calling you like thirty times!

MC:

A…Amanda?

Amanda:

What happened? Did the boat break down or something?

MC: Oh? I.. um..

Amanda:

You know what? I’m just glad you’re home.

MC:

I look down and at myself and my clothes. They’re there. My shoes are on. My fingernails aren’t gnarled.

I feel fine. I hug Amanda again. Nothing has ever felt as good in my entire life. I have to choke back tears of relief. Amanda! I’m so glad to see you. You have no idea.

Amanda:

Wow, one night at sea. You didn’t see a whale, did you? You poor thing.

MC:

No whale could keep me from my daughter.

Amanda:

You’re damn right. You know what? You need breakfast. A very greasy breakfast.

MC:

That sounds amazing.

Amanda skips out of the room.

This is all so confusing! Was it a dream?

Amanda:

By the way, is it okay if Emma P. comes over tonight?

MC:

Emma P.?

Amanda:

You know, my best friend?

MC:

Oh, sure. Wait! I thought- isn’t Emma R. your best friend? She has red hair? You do art together? You pooped in her bed during that sleepover one time?

Amanda:

Oh right, my mistake. Teenager brain, you know?

MC:

I sit down on the couch, suddenly very exhausted. All I want is to have a big plate of hashbrowns with my daughter by my side while I quietly work on my word jumbles. I reach over to the coffee table and grab my trusty book of jumbles.

This is- this is a crossword puzzle.

I stare at it for too long.

Hey Amanda.

 

Amanda:

Amanda pops her head in from the kitchen. Workin’ hard on these eggs, Dadtron. If you want the perfect over-medium I gotta be in the zone.

 

MC:

When’s your birthday?

Amanda:

Why, did you get me something?

MC:

No, seriously. When’s your birthday?

 

Amanda:

Do I have to answer this? My birthday? Dad, really?

 

MC:

I have seen a lot of weird stuff today, Amanda. Humor me

Amanda Demon (AmandaDemon):

… It’s My birthday …

Nothing gets past you, huh?

You know, I almost had you going there for a sec. Was it the crossword puzzle that gave it away? You know, I try so hard to nail the details

Like, cooking you breakfast? Over-medium eggs with hash browns? Come on. That’s so you.

And my Amanda impression? I really think I stuck the landing on her irreverent yet wholesome tone. The whole aromatic pixie dream daughter thing? I should’ve been on Broadway with these chops

… .

 

I feel like you’re not appreciating how much work I’ve put in here.

Amanda turns ash black, her clothes, hair and bracelets collapsing into concentric rings of pitch-dark smoke.

Cracks begin to form along the walls around me. I look down and see the floor collapsing in tiles. As the wall crumble I see where I truly am.

 

 

Joseph:

Almost got away, huh? You’re a crafty one, aren’t you? Dunno how you got out of those ropes. Oh right! Mary! She’s rocking the tag team with you, isn’t she? Mary! Funny, here I was thinking marriage was about trust.

You know I thought I was gonna take care of Robert, and then here you were trying to make your escape and honestly [INSERT PLAYER NAME] you’re just killing my whole timeline here.

MC:

Wait, Robert! As quick as I can, I pull his folding knife out of my pocket and lunge for Joseph, throwing all my force into him. Joseph knocks the knife out of my hand. It skitters across the room.

Aw, man.

Joseph:

[INSERT PLAYER NAME], I thought we were cool. I thought we had a thing here. What happened to Margarita Zone?

Welp, sorry bud, but I guess I’m gonna have to do ya dirty. Doing you dirty means I have to kill you.

Joseph wraps his hands around my neck, smiling as he tightens his grip

What’s wrong? You were so into this last night

 

MC:

I have no strength left to fight him.

This is it. Isn’t it?

The world goes quiet around me.

All I can think about is Amanda. I miss her so much.

I’m sorry Amanda. I love you more than anything.

Please be good.

[ Mary_noblink ] [ Joseph_pain ]

 

Joseph:

Joseph’s eyes go wide. He releases his grip on me and I gasp in air. He turns around.

Mary:

It’s over, Joseph.

Joseph:

Honey, sweetie, you’ve stabbed me …

Mary:

You stole so much of my life from me.

Joseph:

Joseph backs away from Mary, clutching the wound on his shoulder.

Sweetheart, we can work this out.

 

Mary:

I’m done with you

Chris:

Father.

Chris peeks into the doorway behind Mary. He looks¦ different. Behind him are Christian, Christie, and Crish, who all creep into the room

Father, we’re so hungry. Won’t you feed us, Father?

 

Mary:

Hey, sailor. Mary turns to me and holds out a hand. It’s time to go.

 

MC:

I look back into the room at the horror I had escaped. The children corner Joseph as I crawl to Mary, who pulls me into the hallway. The more I look at it, the more it seems to break my mind. I turn away, my head pounding.

 

Joseph:

This body is but a conduit, Mary! I’ll see you in your nightmares! //Joseph laughing sfx

MC:

What the hell! My eyes open and I shoot up in bed, gasping for air.

 

Amanda:

Dad! Amanda leaps off of the chair in my room and attacks me with a hug.

 

MC:

Amanda! This is the best hug of my life.

 

Amanda:

I was so worried about you!

 

MC:

I’m so happy to see her again. Wait … Amanda, what’s your birthday?

Amanda:

Dad, did you forget again? Remember? You got me a record player and we ate an ice cream cake at the beach? But then I dropped the ice cream cake and got sand all over it? It’s March 22nd.

 

MC:

I remember that. Panda I missed you so much. What- What happened?

 

Amanda:

You don’t remember? The yacht sank. The rescue crews had to pull you out of the water. That was a few days ago.

 

MC:

Where’s Joseph?

 

Amanda:

Nobody’s seen him since. They found something in the Yacht wreckage. Some documents that showed he was embezzling funds from the church. Wait There’s a detective here who has been waiting to talk to you. He’s nice but he’s drinking all of our coffee. Lemme go grab him.

 

MC:

Yeah. Amanda, I love you so much.

 

Amanda:

I love you too, Dad.

Amanda skips out of the room, and in a moment Mary enters with … the guy I saw in the hallway

 

Mary:

Rise and shine, bucko.

 

MC:

Mary, are you okay?

 

Mary:

You know it was a real shame, what happened to Joseph. I had no idea he was doing what he was doing to the church. And I can’t believe he ran once the feds showed up, leaving me to take care of our four beautiful children on my own

But don’t worry, they’re staying with my parents out in the midwest til this all blows over.

Mary stares at me, waiting for me to say something.

MC:

[ Missing Dialouge?? ]

Good answer.

 

Saul:

Glad to see you’ve both got your story straight.

 

Mary:

I’m happy you’re okay. I was worried about you.

 

MC:

Thanks, Mary.

 

Mary:

Mary cracks a smile before turning and leaving my room. Take it sleazy, fellas.

 

Saul:

Once the door closes, the man pulls up a chair and sits next to my bed. You don’t know me, but I know a lot about you, {INSERT PLAYER NAME}. Been keeping tabs on you for a while.

 

MC:

Who are you?

 

Saul:

Graves. Detective Saul Graves.

There’s strange and mysterious forces at work here in Maple Bay.

What you saw down there- what we both saw down there- I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forget it. And I get the feeling that you won’t be able to, either.

But it’s my job to get to the bottom of this.

 

MC:

So what does this mean for me?

 

Saul:

It means to live your life like none of this ever happened. Go be happy. Go raise your daughter. Go fall in love.

Be well, [INSERT PLAYER NAME].

Saul walks to the door of my bedroom, but stops. He turns to me. And I know it’s hard to raise a kid as a single parent. Even I lost my wife under mysterious circumstances. Little Barry and I have been on our own for a while now, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned through all of this, it’s that us Dads have to help each other.

Get some rest. But if you’re not doing anything later, maybe you give me a call out.

Sincerely, Me

Evan: In an email I received from you two weeks ago I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase

Evan: It changed the meaning. Did you intend this? One key and you’ve consumed my waking days.

Evan: It says “Dear Evan Hansen,”

Evan: With a comma after dear

Evan: You’ve written “Dear, Evan Hansen”

Liz’s Party l Peter Parker

Summary: Spiderman shows up at Liz’s party to impress everyone, mostly the reader.

Warning: some spoilers

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Type: Alternative scene (what would have happened if Peter showed up at Liz’s party as Spiderman to impress the reader…)

Part Two Here / Part Three Here / Part Four Here / Part Five Here / Part Six Here


It was gym class and Ned was currently holding down Peter’s feet as he did sit ups. Ned had recently found out that Peter was Spiderman and was constantly asking his best friend questions about being an Avenger.

“Hey,” Ned piped up. “Can I be your guy in the chair?”

“What?” Peter whispered, not wanting to be too loud.

“You know there is a guy with a headset telling the other guy where to go. Like if you were stuck or lost somewhere, I could tell you where to go because there would be screens and monitors around me. And I could be your guy in the chair,” Ned pleaded.

“Ned, I don’t need a guy in the chair,” Peter insisted.

“Looking good, Parker,” the gym teacher said. Peter paused momentarily before continuing with his sit ups.

“You see for me it would be…f*ck Thor, marry Iron Man, and kill Hulk,” Betty Brant said from the bleachers.

“What about the Spiderman,” Y/N voice piped up, making all her friends on the bleachers look at her.

“It’s just Spiderman,” Liz shrugged.

“Did you guys see that big security cam on youtube? He fought off four guys!” Peter and Ned watched Y/N as she practically praised the Spiderman.

“Oh my gosh. She’s crushing on Spiderman,” Betty joked.

“No way!”

“Kinda,” Y/N shrugged, a blush creeping up onto her face. Peter glance at Ned then turned his attention back to the group.

“Ugh. Gross. He’s probably like thirty,” Betty said.

“You don’t even know what he looks like. What if he is like seriously burned?” Liz suggested.

“I wouldn’t care. I would still love him for the person he is on the inside,” Y/N replied. “He’s a good man and its obvious he really cares about this city. That is something I really admire about him.”

“Peter knows Spiderman,” Ned blurted. Peter’s mouth dropped open and he turned towards Ned. Everyone in the room went silent and all their eyes were on Peter, even Y/N’s.

“Uh, no I don’t,” Peter said, scrambling to his feet. “No. I-I mean.” He turned and faced Y/N and her friends.

“They’re friends,” Ned added with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, like coach Wilson and Captain America are friends,” Flash teased, now walking over to his rival.

“I-I’ve met him. Yeah, a couple times but its uh…through the Stark internship,” Peter clarified, briefly looking at Y/N. Flash seemed to be enjoying this for a smirk was evident on his face. “Mhmm. Yeah but I am not really suppose to talk about it,” Peter turned around, glaring at Ned.

“Well, that’s awesome,” Flash replied. “Hey, you know what? Maybe you should invite him to Liz’s party.”

“Yeah, I am having people over tonight. You are more than welcome to come,” she smiled.

“You’re having a party,” Ned asked.

“W-Will you be there Y/N?” Peter stuttered. Y/N looked up and nodded her head.

“Y-Yeah. I’m going.” Peter smiled shyly at her.

“Yeah, its gonna be dope. You should totally invite your personal friend Spiderman,” Flash insisted.

“Flash,” Y/N warned. “Leave him alone.”

“Ah come on. He’ll be there,” Flash spat. The bell rang and everyone stood to their feet and made their way towards the door. Peter watched Y/N stand, the two of them briefly met each other’s gaze before she broke it. She walked with her friends out of the gym, Peter’s eyes following her form.

Peter groaned in annoyance and look at Ned. “What are you doing?!?”

“Helping you out,” Ned said. “Did you not hear her? Y/N has a crush on you!” Peter opened his mouth to say something but nothing came. He couldn’t believe his childhood crush had a crush on him…well Spiderman. “Dude, you are an avenger!” Ned said, snapping Peter out of his thoughts. “If any one of us has a chance with Y/N, its you.” 

Y/N and Peter had known each other since grade school and had become pretty close friends. Peter developed his first crush on her but never had the guts to tell her. And here she was, years later, having a crush on Peter’s alter ego. It almost didn’t feel real to Peter. Was he hearing this right? Was she really in love with Spiderman?


That night, May drove Peter and Ned over to Liz’s house. May stopped the car in front of the house and nodded her head. “A house party in the suburbs! Oh, I remember these. I’m kinda jealous.”

“It will be a night to remember,” Ned said with excitement.

“Ned, some hats wear men. You wear that hat!”

“Yeah, it gives me confidence,” Ned grinned.

“This is a mistake,” Peter said, suddenly feeling nauseous. “Hey, let’s just go home.”

“Oh Peter. I know. I know its really hard trying to fit in with all the changes your body is going through,” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “It’s flowering you.” Peter bit his lip and laughed slightly. 

“Okay, yeah. I’m gonna go,” Peter said, unbuckling his seatbelt. He exited the car, Ned following his actions.

“Peter,” May called. “Have fun.”

“I will,” Peter smiled.

“Bye May,” Ned waved as the car drove away. The two of them turned around and began walking up the sidewalk, towards the house. “Dude, you have the suit, right?” Peter lifted up his arm sleeve and showed him the web shooters and red costume. “This is going to change our lives!”

They entered the house, music blasting in the background and kids walking around with drinks in their hands. “DJ Flash,” the announcer said, making both the boys look over at the Flash operating the music.

“Okay, we are gonna have Spiderman swing in, say you guys are tight and then I get a fist bump or one of those half bro hugs,” Ned whispered to his best friend.

“Can’t believe you guys are at this lame party,” Michelle said, standing next to them.

“But…you’re here too,” Ned insisted.

“Am I?” Michelle walked off.

“Oh my–. Hey guys,” Y/N said. “Cool hat, Ned.”

“Hey Y/N,” Ned said with a silly grin on his face.

“Hey Y/N,” Peter’s voice squeaked.

“I’m glad you guys came,” she smiled. “There is pizza and drinks so go and help yourself.”

“Wow, what a great party,” Peter added with a smile.

“I barely did anything. It was all Liz.” Someone called her name and she turned her head. “Oh, I should go.”

“Yeah,” Peter nodded. She walked away and Ned said goodbye to her.

“Dude! What are you doing? She’s here, spider it up!”

“No. No. No. I can’t. I cannot do this. Spiderman is not a party trick,” Peter said. “Look, I am just gonna…be myself.”

“Peter, no one wants that.”

“Dude,” Peter said hurtfully. He turned to walk away when Flash called out his name on the microphone.

“Parker! What’s up? Hey, where is your pal, Spiderman? Let me guess, in Canada with your imaginary girlfriend?” The crowd laughed and Peter clenched his fists in anger. “That’s not Spiderman. That’s just Ned in a red shirt.”


Somehow, through peer pressure, Peter found himself outside. He disregarded his regular clothing and underneath it was his red and blue Spiderman outfit. He knelt down on the rooftop and gazed down at Liz’s house.

“Hey! What’s up? I am Spiderman,” he whispered to himself as he took off his shirt. “Just thought I would swing by, say hello to my buddy Peter. Oh hey, what’s up Ned? Where is Peter anyways?”

He sighed, looking down at Ned who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Peter shook his head.

“I can’t do this.” Peter noticed Y/N walk up to Ned and ask him a question. In response, Ned shrugged and she nodded her head before walking away. As soon as she was out of sight, Ned yanked out his phone and dialed Peter’s number. Peter answered it immediately.

“Peter! Where are you? Y/N’s asking for you,” Ned said, desperately.

“I will be there in a second.”

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Peter hung up and gazed down at Y/N’s concerned face. She fiddled with her fingers and her eyes continued to wander around the room. Peter put his mask on and stood to his feet before swinging down.

“Oh sorry,” he apologized to some people. Everyone turned around to look at him and all mouth’s dropped open. He maneuvered his way through the crowd of people until he made it inside. “Sorry, I just gotta…find my friend Peter.”

“Spiderman?” He turned around at the sound of Y/N’s voice. His robotic eyes dilated and his head moved up and down her body. His actions did not go unnoticed by Y/N. “W-What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know. Peter called me and asked if I could show.”

“No way,” Flash said in disbelief. He pushed past the crowd and soon came face to face with the superhero himself. “You’re really him? Are you really friends with Peter Parker?”

Peter turned his eyes towards Y/N who stood behind Flash. He pushed past his rival and approached her. “Hi,” he said awkwardly.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“What’s your name? Wait. No. Let me guess. Y/N, right?”

“Y-Yeah, how did you know?”

“Peter talks a lot about you,” Spiderman said.

“H-He does?” 

“Spiderman!” He turned around and faced Ned. “Hi! It’s Ned. Remember me?”

“Yeah I do. How are you doing?” He gave Ned his fist bump and the boy nearly collapsed when realizing he was going to be popular for the rest of his life.

“Fine. I’ll let you get back to Y/N. She’s a big fan,” Ned laughed. Peter turned his head and eyed Y/N.

“Really?” He teased and she looked down at her feet. 

“Well, kinda,” she replied, blushing like crazy. 

“Well, I should get going. New York isn’t going to save itself,” Spiderman said.

“Yeah,” Y/N added, dreamily admiring the superhero.

“It was nice to finally meet you. Oh and tell Peter that Mr Stark needs him at the internship at four thirty tomorrow,” Spiderman added. “Can you do that for me?”

Y/N nodded and Spiderman winked at her with his big eyes, making her smile. Spiderman used his web shooters and swung away from the party. He made his way back up to the rooftop when everyone had lost interest and began to change back into his normal clothes.

“I can’t believe he actually showed,” Flash said to Y/N.

“What’s the matter, Flash? Jealous of Peter or of Spiderman?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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