#meow heehee so true so true

[astrxealis]

im about to say smt very controversial…

meow

so true i agree ..... meow <3

[thordude]

tigerstar might be one of my all-time favorite warriors villains

[r1ntaros]

Sweet Escape // Choi San [1]

[1] [2]

Pairing: mafia boss!san x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, mafia au

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: cursing, mentions of weapons and threats, sexual innuendos stated

Summary: Realizing that he's dealt enough with his actual life, he decided to have a 3 month escape from everything only to realize that he missed a lot of things on the world different from what he's used to. Unfortunately for him, he only has 3 months of living the surreal life he's experienced with the knowledge that he has to let it go all at once.

Author's Note: Been staying on my drafts for too long so I decided to publish this as my first fic of the year after being away from this blog since 01/01 >.< This fic will be divided into 2 or 3 parts heehee. Enjoy reading and a feedback would be so appreciated, thank youuuuu!! <3

Masterlist

When you hear that name, a lot of things come to people's mind. Everyone always has something to tell about him. To those who don't know him, they classify him as a disgrace to the society, a headache to the government, a vicious, merciless and aggressive killer, or someone who holds no remorse when dealing with things that come in his way.

When you hear that name, a lot of things come to people's mind. Everyone always has something to tell about him. To those who don't know him, they classify him as a disgrace to the society, a headache to the government, a vicious, merciless and aggressive killer, or someone who holds no remorse when dealing with things that come in his way.

When you hear that name, a lot of things come to people's mind. Everyone always has something to tell about him. To those who don't know him, they classify him as a disgrace to the society, a headache to the government, a vicious, merciless and aggressive killer, or someone who holds no remorse when dealing with things that come in his way.

However, those who he know personally classify him as someone who does nothing but whine until he gets to eat the food he wants, someone who’s competitive when it comes to playing online games or his streetrace matches, a person who cares about the well-being of the people of their society that he’s trying to obliterate every single nasty person in the government (but no one has to know that aside from him, his seven fellow superiorities and the men under him.)

And probably the best thing that was told to San?

It’s probably something Wooyoung, his best friend, had said that goes like this: Sannie is nothing but a bitch to his cat. Even if Byeol just meows and spews unidentified sounds he’s probably drowning in tears and buying Byeol all the cat food in the world. He’s basically her slave.

And his other best friend, Seonghwa, added, He doesn’t believe in God but goodness, if God really does exist in his vocabulary, I think San will take its existence in the form of Byeol and won’t hesitate to build a shrine made with the most expensive material to ever exist in this world.

Which, if you were to ask San, is accurately true.

But if you were to ask Choi San what he thinks about himself, he’s someone who has a deep curiosity at the ends of the world. He’s someone who doesn’t like being told what he should do, San is someone who wants to make his decisions freely. And if someone tried to take away his freedom from him, expect him to go against every decision made for him.

Which leads him to his current situation..

San is twisting the swiss knife in front of him on the unmarked mahogany table where he’s seated in front of his friends. All seven of his friends have a look of disbelief plastered in their faces as San’s father speaks in the huge meeting room.

“I’ll be stepping down from leading the empire,” San’s father said with all seriousness, “I’m getting old which is limiting me from doing such things I used to do before. I decided to pass my power to my one and only son.”

If anyone is to ever hear that, they’ll probably be happy. Beyond ecstatic even. Don’t get him wrong, he’s happy to finally lead the mafia he grew up in but he can’t help but feel on edge because he knows that’s not his father’s concluding statement.

“However, I know a lot of you are aware that a lot of people owe me their lives. A lot of them have created trades with me. Some their life or even all of their money. But years back, before my Sannie was even born, a person has offered me a great deal.”

“She’s a politician who was on the brink of losing her spot in the government. Unfortunately that time, she’s pregnant with her daughter.” San’s father laughed at the memory as he gave his son a subtle look which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

Fuck, he has a clue of what his father is going to say and he hates where this is going.

“She’s trying her best to support her that time, the baby’s father left her all alone and she’s losing all her money. Out of desperation, she offered her daughter to me which I accepted but I didn’t take her away from her own mother, I have plans for her.”

“And now that she’s retiring as a politician and I’m retiring as your boss as well,” He smiled wickedly and looked at his son’s direction. The ever so smart Choi San has his jaw clenched, hands balled tightly into a fist.

“Just go straight to the point, father.”

His father let out an amused chuckle and everyone in the room tenses in his next statement, “You’re going to marry her daughter, San.”

San could feel his anger rising through his head as he firmly states, “No.”

“You have no say in this one, San.” His father smirks, one similar to San’s and he hates it a lot. “Consider this one, the girl is beautiful, intelligent and useful. And she’s a payment to the deed her mother owes me. Isn’t that lovely?”

“Lovely your ass,” San said as he stood up, glaring at his father. The other seven men standing along with him. “I’m not going to get married and that’s fina-”

“Oh my son, you’re going to marry her daughter or else I won’t hesitate to have you killed.” His father finally has a stoic expression as he walks towards his son, towering him a bit. He held San’s jaw firmly in his hands and leaned over him, “And that’s final.” He said with finality, leaving no rooms for an argument.

San scoffed, knowing he's on the hopeless side of the situation, “Fine. But give me at least some time alone before I get married.”

His father showed a triumphant expression and nods, “I’ll give you three months to do whatever you want.”

San loves his father, he really does. But this is the time where he just wants to plant a bullet on his own father's head. Their eye contact lasted for about a minute only for him to realize that his father’s decision is final.

When his father noticed the slight vulnerability in San’s eyes, he decided to let go of his son’s jaw and scoffed, “The meeting ends here. Wedding preparations will be made by me and the future bride's mother. My leadership will be passed to my son the same day when the marriage is sealed.”

Finally, with that concluding statement everyone left the room except for San and his seven other friends. He couldn’t help but fall back in the chair he used to sit on. The other boys left in the room didn’t say anything, not wanting to frustrate or anger their friend anymore. The tension still remained in the room as they’re waiting for San to do or say something.

It seems like thirty minutes had passed when a dry chuckle left San’s lips.

“I’m fucked, aren’t I?”

Choi San as a kid always wanted to do a lot of things but he really can’t due to the nature he grew up in. He can’t go out of the house without getting in trouble or whatsoever because of his father. One thing that San had always wanted to do is to go somewhere far to forget about the life he has. He would love to travel the world with the sole purpose of enjoying, not for doing trades or escaping the mafia enemy.

And now, since he’s given three months of freedom before he ties himself in a knot with a girl he doesn’t even know, goodness, he’s not even fucking sure if his father really did give her the right description of being pretty, intelligent and useful.

Woman does not appeal to him, and he’s thinking of running away to which he knows is impossible.

Cutting him out of his thoughts, he felt a hand on his shoulder only for him to see his best friend, Seonghwa, looking at him with concerned eyes, “You’ve been downing that whiskey ever since we arrived at your place. Shouldn’t you be planning what you’re going to do for the three remaining months of being an unmarried, single man?”

He lets out a deep sigh and rubbed his hand through his face, an indication that he’s stressed, “Fucking hell, Hwa, I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to get married to a girl that I don’t even know. You know how I am as a man. What if I get horny or something that I’ll end up fucking her by accident and she bears my child? I don’t want to impregnate a woman who I don’t even love!”

Seonghwa couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s what you’re concerned about?”

San pouts as he whined, “Hwa, I’m trying to lighten up the mood with my sexual innuendos.”

“Okay horny boy, sure you do.” His best friend said and sat beside him to pour himself a whiskey in a shot glass, “But seriously speaking, San. What are you planning to do?”

He thinks about the question properly, what does he really want to do? Earlier he was thinking about running away but he’s not too sure about it. He knows that his father will do something to find him in order to pursue that god forsaken wedding.

Another deep sigh decided to escape him, “I don’t know, hyung. Maybe I’ll just stay inside and mope around with Byeol.”

As if on cue, with the mention of the cat’s name, a soft meow echoes through the walls of his kitchen as Byeol came in striding.

San laid out his arms for her to jump on but Byeol decided to betray him and jump into Seonghwa’s lap making him sigh in defeat.

“The world is against me today.” San said sympathetically which made Seonghwa giggle as he plays with Byeol’s fur.

The pair remained silent, Byeol’s soft purring was the only thing to be heard as San downs another round of his whiskey while Seonghwa looks around the kitchen. His eyes landed on San’s refrigerator where it’s filled with Carribean cruise tour flyers making an idea pop out of Seonghwa.

“Sannie,” He calls out to which he got a reply in a form of a hum, “How about you go on a Carribean cruise?”

“A Carribean cruise? But–”

“My treat.”

San lays down on the ship’s sun lounger lazily as he enjoys the warm rays of the sun penetrating through his skin. He had never felt this relaxed through the entirety of his 22 years of existence and he knows how much he’s missing out just by the single time he felt himself brighten up the moment he stepped on the cruise ship.

True to his words, Seonghwa really did pay for everything. His plane tickets, the cruise tickets, his best friend even made sure to book the biggest cabin in the ship so San can suit himself comfortably.

Another best thing about this? San is alone.

It gives him enough time to just focus on satisfying himself, not those who are around him.

He closed his eyes behind his sunglasses and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the ocean but he was suddenly curious as to why he was also able to smell something so sweet, a voice coming along with it.

“U-Uhm, excuse me?” San startled from his seat when he saw a woman in front of him, even behind his dark tinted glasses, she’s beautiful. Her soft facial features basking in the sun rays as it’s plastered with innocence. She looks at San with her curious eyes and San is drawn into it. He slightly lowered his glasses, enough for him to see her actual color. Her caramel toned skin was glowing, her white floral summer dress flowing along the wind.

Gorgeous, San settles.

The sound of throat clearing and a soft giggle cut him out of his thoughts, “Hi,” San replies, a little bit breathless, still taken away and mesmerized by this brown-eyed beauty

A giggle left her lips and San decides it’s a sound he’ll never get tired to hear, “You’ve been staring for too long, you know it’s rude right?” She said softly, but the amusement in her tone is still evident.

San can feel a blush tint through his cheeks as he suddenly felt even hotter, “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just messing around.” She said and smiled then pointed at the sun lounger next to San where he placed his towel, “Just want to ask if someone is occupying this since there’s a towel..?” She said, sounding a bit unsure, then she shrugged, “Just asking if there’s someone beside you.”

“Oh no, that’s my towel. I don’t know where to place it earlier so.. yeah. It’s there.” San said as he quickly grabbed his towel out of embarrassment.

His entitlement is showing and he hates it, he’s so used to having things all by himself.

“It’s okay!” The woman happily chirps and sits down at the edge of the sun lounger beside San, “I hope you don’t mind if I occupy this one?”

“No, I don’t mind at all.” He said and smiled to which she returned.

“I’m y/n, by the way.” She said as she adjusts her position in the sun lounger reaching her hand, pointing at San’s towel for her to put where her bag is. The actions and the sudden introduction caught San off guard, how can she just give her name away and be nice to strangers? But then again, San contemplates.. he only lives once.

“San.”

“San like the mountain?”

San looked at her only to see a cute sight in front of him. Her head tilted to the side and eyes full of curiosity, he couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah, like the mountain.”

“That’s a cute name. Are you alone?” She asked once again now playing with the strings of her dress.

“Yes, I’m pretty much alone. You?”

“I’m alone as well!” She said giddily and they were suddenly enveloped with a few minutes of silence.

The waves, the engine of the ship, the people chattering on the ship and birds chirping served as their background. San was quite astonished that the silence enveloping them wasn’t an awkward one, it was calming and relaxing.

He felt a small hand touch his arm making him jump a bit and look at the girl beside him who’s smiling, “I have an idea.” She suddenly blurted out.

“Hm? And what would that be?”

She giggled, “We can be each other’s companion!” She said, full of excitement. San must’ve pulled an unsure face because her huge smile deflates a bit and she removed her hold in San’s arm.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I’m just a mere stranger anyway.” She said sheepishly and proceeded to play with the strings of her dress when San didn’t reply.

The male, however, felt guilty for deflating his spirits. This is a one time opportunity to meet new people outside of his network. There’s nothing wrong with a company, right? Right? So he tapped her on her arm to gain her attention once again. He smiled, “I’m in.”

She beamed happily as she squealed and said loudly, “This trip is going to be one of the best trips I had and I’m claiming it!”

San couldn't help but laughed and agree in return.

And maybe, just maybe, he owes Seonghwa a thank you for bringing up the idea of this whole trip.

[bucket-girl]

Chapter 2-1 Personal Info logs

In chapter 2, it’s possible to buy the personal info of Nao, Reko, Gin and Q-Taro with tokens, but it’s easy to miss. Reloading saves and redoing minigames is a hassle so I wrote them down for convenience. Most of them are in the form of conversing with AIs, I’ve put Sara’s lines in italics. Text under cut.

Gin > History ...History? What should I talk about, woof? "Hm... Just an introduction would make me happy." Gin Ibushi from Heiwa Elementary Class 6-3! I'm 12 years old, meow! I take care of the animals, meow!! "Is school fun for you?" Hmm... It's not that fun 'cause of some guys I don't like, meow. But it's fun to meet friends, woof! We play games together, meooow! "Do you wear that outfit to school, too?" Nah, because people get mad. It's only when I'm at home, woof! ...It's kinda easier to talk when I wear this, meow. But I can't wear it to school, so I get uneasy, woof. So people at school tell me I'm obedient, woof! But that's wrong... meow... My aspirations are to live with animals all the time, meow! "Heehee... What kinds of animals?" I'm way into gators right now, meow! They're cute, wooooof!

> Physical Info I'm 138 centimeters and 35.5 kilograms, meow! That's 4 foot 6 inches and 78 pounds, woof! And I grew 2 centimeters at my last checkup, meow! "Your growth spurt and voice change must be coming up soon." Obviously, meow! I'm gonna be bigger than you, big sis Sara! "Ahaha, I'm sure you'll look really cool. I've got high hopes for you." Yeah! I'll sweep you off your feet, meow! Be grateful, woof! "Okay, let's make it a promise." Got it, meow! A promise for when I outgrow you, woof!

> Relatives My family's a double-income household, meow! I don't have siblings, so... It's lonely when I'm there by myself, meow... My mom's super nice even when she's exhausted, woof. No matter how late she gets home, she always makes dinner... And no matter how much I tell her not to overwork herself... "Do you like your mom?" I love her, meow! I'm worried how she's even busier lately, woof... "What about your dad?" I don't like some things... but I like him, meow. But I super hate when he's a drunkard who causes trouble, meow! It's embarrassing, woof! And he's always getting yelled at by mom and apologizing, so it's like he's got no dignity, woof. I don't wanna be that kind of pathetic grown-up, meooow! ...But I'm sure I won't, meow. 'Cause I'm not blood-related to dad, woof. "Huh...?" I heard he married mom when I was 2, meow! So that genetics stuff won't make me turn out like him, woof! "Is that so...?" Well, it's not like I hate dad, woof. It's true, meow!

> Death Game info I dunno, meow... It's scary, woof... What's dying feel like, meow...? "I... don't know either." I don't wanna never meet mom and dad again, meow... Big sis Sara... are you scared too, meow? "...Yeah, I am." "...Really scared..." .......... I'll definitely protect you, meow! Come see me anytime, woof! "Heehee... Thanks..."

> What he holds dear What I hold dear...? That's hard, meowww. Hm... It's gotta be mom and dad, meow! I'd be sad if they went away, woof! Ah! And the Mew-chan cushion I'm always with! They're super precious to me, meow! We're always together, so I forgot, meow! Sorry, Mew-chaaan! Woof... "Mew-chan is family to you too, huh?" That's right, meow! I got seriously mad when dad was gonna throw them away, meow! Unforgivable, woof! Get me a new one?! No way, meow!! You're a dummy, woof! I'm getting furious just remembering, woof! Mom should yell at him again, meowww!

Q-Taro > History I was raised up in an orphanage that's just a mite bit weird. Had people from all sortsa countries. I got a lotta dialects and stuff mixed in me... 'Course, they sent me to compulsory education up 'til high school. Can't thank the place enough. An' now, I'm a pro baseball player. ...Kiddos at the orphanage root for me, too. I wanna hurry up and show 'em... That even guys in situations like ours can get on a mound and have the stadium roarin'... Well, point is, I got no history yet. I'm about to be makin' some radiant records! Better get yer autographs early, Sara!

> Physical Info 6 foot 4 inches! 230 pounds! And lemme tell ya, it's all muscle, not fat! My position's pitcher, but I got confidence in my batting, base-running, and fielding! But my greatest weapon's my head. Gotta be smart to be a first-class athlete. "Is that how it is?" 'Course, I'm reflecting on the time I tore apart those puzzle rings by force, but...

> Relatives .......... "Is it hard to discuss?" Nah... there's just nothing to discuss. 'Cause I've never seen my birth parents' faces. Only place I knew was the orphanage. That's why... the people there were my moms and dads. Doesn't matter our blood relation. But, well... I do get thinkin' sometimes. What kinda people was I born to, and what kinda genetics do I got...? I started baseball jus' for fun, but... I've thought how if I pitch as a first-string pro... maybe my birth parents'll be watchin'. "...Do you want to meet them?" If we could talk and laugh it up, that'd be the best. All at ease, like "I'm havin' a great life"...

> Death Game info Huh, you're doin' this Death Game, right...? Knowin' me, I doubt I got even the slightest notion of dyin'. Hell, to a second-stringer, baseball's a Death Game with my life as a player on the line! But to do some self-analysis... I wonder if maybe I'll try an' win within the rules of the game... In the saga of a sports player, ya tend to forget about breakin' the rules. Maybe somebody like you, young and not knowin' fear, is more suited to findin' a path to survival. "...Is that so..." ...Sorry to make it sound like it ain't my business. I mean look, I'm an AI, y'know?

> What he holds dear Hold dear, huh... The caretakers at the orphanage, the kiddos... Of course, baseball, and... Myself... probably. I ain't gonna sugarcoat it. I don't wanna die, and I don't want the people I like to die. So I don't like to kick people... But if I gotta, I got the resolve. But I hate the kinda asshole who's got that as their first thought! ...Sorry for gettin' all fired up. Shouldn't have said that all cocky-like when you're involved in it... Don't you mind me.

Reko > History Err... I'mma super cool, 23-year-old singer-songwriter... Something like that? I've liked music since I was a kid. Classical, folk, heavy metal... I listened to all of it. Think around grade school, I found myself starting to compose and write lyrics. My instincts moved my body. That was a fun time... People praised me, and my parents were just plain happy... Once they started calling me a gifted kid... Then there started being more noise. Old bastards in the music industry wanting money... My pops craving the limelight... Before I knew it, I was making music that my heart wasn't in. In middle school, I rebelled. I was a rocker! I made tons of songs nobody even wanted! But even then, noise swarmed around me. Man, even my spirit had to give in. From high school on, all the spice was gone... Didn't even have anger... My activity dried up. I had tons of chances to be famous. But I smashed 'em all. I was totally just the industry's problem child. Everybody kept their distance from me. Once I couldn't even gather members, I borrowed Alice to make a band... Hahaha. Then two and a half years ago... He caused that incident... ... Well, at any rate, I am who I am now 'cause of that shitty past. Learn something from that, Sara?

> Physical Info 5 foot 7, 121 pounds. Pretty proud of my reflexes! And I can remember choreography in a snap, so... My memory's bangin'! Well... I'm not great at baseball and stuff... Hell, maybe I'm not great at anything that's got nothing to do with music. "By the way, what are your measurements?" N-No reason to tell you that, right?

> Relatives Family... Well, uh... ...I like my mom. Though she's a little weird. She's affectionate... and I cause her lots of trouble. Yeah, I gotta show my appreciation more. My old man... Well, he's a good guy... But let's say he gives in to temptation. He's not the most true to his convictions. I hated him for the longest time... But he's woken up now, and gone back to his plain and simple personality. After them is... Alice, huh. He's... what should I say? Why'd he do something like that...? A while after he got arrested... I left music Ahh... I just remembered. At the time, I wrote in my diary, which is rare... I wrote that music, the thing I'd poured my soul into all this time... suddenly felt like a cold series of notes... this inorganic thing. I wondered, was this how music sounded to people who didn't care about it...? ......... I always thought I didn't care about my brother, and never listened to him, but... Truth is... Maybe I was a little jealous of my normal brother. And acted that way out of spite. ... ...You shouldn't ever murder somebody...

> Death Game info Why do I gotta go through this shit...? Do we have anything in common...? I haven't got a clue...

> What she holds dear Believe it or not... I think family's important, right? I wanna show appreciation to my parents. But like, right now... The original me is being put through this Death Game, yeah? If she dies, she can't do... anything. So when you think of it like that, what's important's my own life, ain't it? "...What about your instruments?" Instruments...? "When I first met Reko... I heard she treasured her bongos." Bongos...? Well, sure. I'm playing bongos in my new band, but...

Nao Unlike the others, Nao's personal info comes as documents you can read wherever. > History Egasaki Elementary School ... Graduated Egasaki Middle School ... Graduated Third Kurotsuki Private High School ... Graduated Takesasa Private College of Art ... Currently 1st year Middle-class, born and raised by a very ordinary family. School grades below average. Focused on art starting in high school, and now seems interested in pursuing only that. Looks up to an art club advisor she met in high school, staying deeply intimate with him even post-graduation. Often seen going to the man's atelier. Doesn't appear to have many friends, but has a long association with most she does have, so it's suspected she values relationships. Also, refrains from going out at night, generally staying at home even on days off. No information known on what men she associates with.

> Physical info Nao Egokoro Age: 19 Gender: Female Height: 162cm (5'4") Weight: 55kg (121lb) Has little experience in sports and the like, limited to P.E. classes in compulsory education. Even so, her reflexes are poor. Perhaps due to her inclination toward art, she has very good eyesight. Her ability to remember a scene for a long time or recognize the individual flaps of a bird's wings is within reason, yet superb. Since much of this comes from practice, about the only thing that can be called a born talent, it is thought, is her passionate love for art. No other notable characteristics, although she has a large bust. (Sara will remark that the last line is harassment and tear it out)

> Relatives Born to a middle-class, extremely average family. Both parents are in good health. Having good relations with them, her situation is common yet happy. The father has been an office worker for 20 years. The mother has carried various jobs. No siblings. The father is under his wife's thumb. When they fight, it appears Nao Egokoro often defends her father to resolve the conflict.

> Death Game info Safely cleared the First Trial. Survived the first Main Game. Greatly affected mentally by death of her teacher. Took off with teacher's head and ran amok. This could be taken as mental weakness, but endurance of great shock could make her that much more mentally sturdy going forward.

> What she holds dear Most likely, Nao Egokoro treasures the artworks she has created, and brushes et al. received from her high school teacher. Due to minimal desire for money, she does not seem the type to want expensive things.

[letstrysomefanfic]

You Certainly Hoped He Would (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: nope.

Warnings: none (yet heehee)

Word Count: 1013

A/N: sorry again this has taken me so long to post, and to just post original writing in general. SO this first part isn’t too eventful. nothing too crazy happens it’s mostly just setting up the character and relationship and stuff but the next parts and stuff will definitely be more eventful and include more characters. like it’ll grow and grow each time as far as eventful-ness/angst/fluff/stuff goes. i’m really excited for this series and even if it isn’t very popular i will still continue it for my own sake so if you end up liking it lucky you!!! idk how many parts we’ll end up with or how long as far as time this will go on but let’s see at the end shall we? also this isn’t proofread so lol wups sorry

You clambered onto the bus, flashing your pass at the driver as you briskly brushed by. Glancing around for a seat in the somewhat crowded bus, your eyes settled on one open next to some cute guy you recognized from your speech class.

“This taken?”

The boy anxiously whipped his head up at you. His wide eyes didn’t match the kind tone with which he responded, “Oh no, no it’s free, all you.”

You pursed your lips into a timid yet sincere smile. “Thanks.”

The chair began to vibrate a little as the boy tapped his leg spastically updownupdownupdown. His fingers began drumming random beats and patterns on his thigh. The fact that he was so nervous calmed your heart, which had picked up speed as well.

“You’re Peter, right?” you turned to him.

His eyebrows raised. “Uh yeah… yeah, yep that’s me.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah I recognized you from speech. Fifth period…” you clarified at his confused look, “with Smith…”

“Oh! Oh yeah, right… sorry, I uh—you’re, um--”

“Oh no, it’s cool, I’m (Y/N), don’t worry about it, I—”

“Yeah, I’m not the best with new—oh sorry, you were—”

“No no, I uh, same, but, you go—”

“No sorry, I…”

You both froze your nervous lips from interrupting the other any further. Peter let out a nervous chuckle, and you yourself exhaled the breath of giggle you held.

“So uh, where you headed?” you asked gingerly, but a little more relaxed.

“Oh, um… just going to Delmar’s.” A smile threatened to creep onto your face; you masked it with confusion. “Oh, it’s this great deli place. It’s got the best sandwiches in Queens,” Peter explained. “Should check it out sometime.”

Your mouth turned into a shrug-of-consideration-hiding-pride. “Sounds great. I think I definitely will soon,” you nodded. Peter leaned into you slightly as the bus tilted, swerving left. A few more stops to go.

“What about you; where’re you going?”

“Going to work at my uncle’s shop,” you hinted.

Peter nodded, “Neat. How’d you like your first day at Midtown?”

“It was pretty good. Most of my teachers seem chill so far, I guess, so that’s good.”

Peter scoffed, “Oh just wait. Smith has a reputation for being really hard on grading, and midterms? Everyone dies when those roll around.”

Eyebrows anxiously raised, “Oh. Oh well… yayyyy.”

“But I mean it’s not all bad and stuff! Pep rallies are decent, you get to dress up for Halloween, and most of the teachers are pretty okay. Like, it’s definitely kinda hard, but not completely terrible. That’s what I meant.”

“Oh woah, that’s way cool about Halloween! My old school never did that.”

“What school was it?”

“It was in California,” you explained as the bus screech to your stop. “Well, this is me.”

“Huh, mine too,” the shuffling behind you indicated this before it was even said. Peter ran to catch up to you at the stoplight a few paces ahead. “Well uh, that’s Delmar’s right over there,” he pointed. “So if you ever wanna, you know, try it… there, uh… there it is!”

You softly smirked, “So it is…” Swiveling around to see the blinking hand, you called back to Peter, “I’ll, uh… I’ll see you!” He waved from where he waited.

You crossed the street perpendicular to what you knew must be Peter’s route. As soon as your feet hit the sidewalk, you took off running. Down the block, to the crosswalk with no light. Usually these made you feel super nervous, but you got lucky, as you saw no traffic. You raced across, rounded back opposite the way you came, and cut through a small alley.

Bursting through the metal door, you whipped your bag off your shoulder, gracefully knocking over a box of paper towels. “Hey, Uncle!” you hollered to a perplexed Delmar.

“Eager to start today, eh?”

“Something like that,” you breathed. You yanked an apron off the hook, danced around a shelf, and backpedalled through another doorway, fingers tangling in apron strings. Skidding noises squeaked from your shoes as you briskly lunged to the counter, the front door’s ding singing through the store.

“Just my usual today, Mr. Delmar.” Peter’s face came into view from behind the display case. He did a double take, eyebrows furrowing, while that cheeky smirk grew on your own face.

“And that would be…?”

His face melted into one of realization. “You—?—Your uncle?—Uncle—ohhhhh! Your uncle is Mr. Delmar?”

“‘Best sandwiches in Queens’,” you grinned.

Peter laughed. “Wow, well, uh, my usual is the number five with pickles. Please.”

Cocking your head, “Coming right up.” You turned as one of the other employees nodded at you, putting on a new pair of gloves. Greeted with a $5 bill when you swiveled back, you started exchanging it for a few coins. Sliding them over, you leaned on the counter. “So,” you began, “I take it you come here pretty often?”

Peter shoved the coins in his pockets. “You said it yourself, ‘best sandwiches in Queens.”

“It is true.”

“So is today like your first day?”

“Yeah. My mom wanted me to get a job, and my uncle needed help so,” you waved above your head, “here I am. I just wish they’d let me operate the slicer. It’s so cool.”

“Pretty dangerous.”

“But still pretty cool.”

“Yeah it is,” Peter smiled. He turned at the meowing that was coming from the other end of the counter. “Oh, hey, Murph,” he greeted as he made his way over. The sandwich was plopped down next to you, and you bent down, looking for the bags.

“One ‘usual’ for a Mr. Peter…” you dragged the ‘r’ in place of a last name.

“Parker,” Peter took the outstretched bag.

You bowed your head slightly, “A ‘usual’ for a Mr. Peter Parker.”

His cheeks rose, showing the smile he was trying to suppress, “Thank you, (Y/N).” He headed for the door. “See you tomorrow!” he called back.

“See ya! Come again!” you teased, tiptoeing so it carried over the tall glass display. You sighed. You certainly hoped he would.

Tags: @parkthepeter  @acciowaffle @general-stormpilot (it’s not letting me tag you i’m sorry so i just put you in the hashtag area did you change your url????)

[doriduckdoodles]

Sarah and Dori C-A Supports

@melodysonota

This was my first support with another fatesona, and it was super fun! >v<

C Support

Sarah: Bedtime Lakatri, it’s getting late for you to stay up.

Sarah: Oh! You’re the samurai we picked up, aren’t you?

Dori: W-wah! Oh, uh, hi..? You’re um...Sarah, right? (Gods she’s so tall and scary..!)

Dori: Yeah, my name’s uh, Dori. It’s...nice to meet you?

Sarah: The pleasure is all mine. You’re from Hoshido, correct?

Dori: Uh, yeah, but I was raised as a Nohrian so...I’m fighting for their side I guess?

Sarah: Don’t worry, it only matters as far as your loyalty to Prince Xander, I don’t care who your parents were.

Dori: Uh, right…

Sarah: Is something the matter?

Dori: H-huh?! No!! I mean, no? Uh...I just remembered I needed to be somewhere! Uh, bye!

Dori: *leaves as fast as she can*

Sarah: Strange girl…

B Support

Sarah: Ah! Dori, you left before we could finish our last chat.

Dori: Ah! (It’s her again, oh gods, she must be really angry with me..!) Um, sorry about that, I just had..some important business to attend to…

Sarah: It’s all fine, Lakatri had to go to bed anyway. *meow sound clip*

Dori: !!

Dori: Was...Was that a cat?

Sarah: Her? Yeah, she’s Prince Xander’s. I’m just doing some cat sitting while he’s in the War Council meetings. She’s quite a little darling.

Dori: She is..! So cute, I love cats...Huh, I didn’t know Prince Xander even owned a cute lil kitty…

Sarah: He’s had her for… I think a little over a year now, apparently she calms him. It’s nice to see another cat lover in the army though, not everyone can even stand her.

Dori: Whaaat? How can you not love that cute lil face? *pets the cat*

Sarah: I know right? She’s such a sweetheart too, she doesn’t bite or scratch, she’s as well behaved as her owner.

Dori: What a darling...Um, Sarah, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble...Would you mind if I helped you catsit?

Sarah: Anytime, it’s nice to have company.

A Support

Dori: Heya Sarah, watching the kitty again?

Sarah: Yep, she’s playing with Lakatri right now *roar sound clip*

Dori: Huh! I didn’t expect a wyvern and a cat to get along so well...They’re really cute together!

Sarah: Yep, the baby girl is too small for Lakatri to consider a meal, that helps a lot.

Dori: It’s funny how even though Lakatri is so big and intimidating, the kitten’s not scared at all!

Dori: Ah...That reminds me...I was actually really scared of you when we first spoke...That’s why I ran away so quickly…

Sarah: Sorry about that, I tend towards having a serious expression, and my height and the armor and the wyvern… It’s all kind of an accident that i seem as scary as I do.

Sarah: Not implying that I’m not someone to be intimidated by, just… I guess it was an accident?

Dori: Oh no, don’t apologize..! If anything, I should be apologizing for not giving you a chance! I mean, sure you looked scary and all, but that didn’t automatically mean you’re a bad person!

Sarah: I’m not advocating for preemptive judging, but there is a point where people are pretty good at judging what could be a threat, and if a person with a wyvern and spines on her armor doesn’t ring any alarm bells, I’d be worried.

Sarah: There’s a healthy balance.

Dori: I guess that’s true...But I’m glad Prince Xander’s cat is what got us to be friends..! I would have never known how nice you are otherwise…

Sarah: It’s a special skill cats have, I’m glad that in some way or another Prince Xander is bringing people of different origins together, it would make him happy.

Dori: Heehee, maybe we should use animals to bring peace between Nohr and Hoshido, it brought us together after all!

Sarah: I don’t know if one cat could bring warring countries together, but it’s a nice idea.

Dori: You’re right, just wishful thinking on my part. But that’s why we have to try harder to end this war, right? So we can have that peace that both countries need.

Sarah: I’m a little less altruistic than you are on that front, but it’d be nice to see the war end.

Dori: Well, then I guess that’s a goal for us to work on, together.

Sarah: I guess it is.