#i have one reader who mainly comments in spanish so we comment back and forth using the translator

[killerandhealerqueen]

I have learned while working on the Killer and Healer rewrite that my two friends are the DeepL Translator website and the Linguanaut Chinese Alphabet - Pinyin Characters.  Seriously, the DeepL Translator website is FAR superior to google translate (anything is superior to google translate, lbr) and the Chinese Alphabet - Pinyin characters is great because it 1) literally has ALL the chinese characters, in alphabetical order by pinyin pronunciation and 2) has the character, how it’s spelled, and the tone that the character is pronounced in. 

I love these both because the MangoTV subs can be a little...wonky, in English (like it’s not bad, but sometimes you’re just like...that sentence makes no god damn sense).  But with these two things, it’s very easy for me to translate the sentences into better sentences (or sentences that read better in English).  Also, the Notes app speech to text feature is super helpful when I need to try and copy the chinese into the DeepL translate box.  Like, I can just turn up the volume on my laptop, push the little microphone and have it capture the sentence in chinese for me to copy and paste into the text box.  It’s wonderful.

But yeah, these two things have really made working on the rewrite a lot easier

[sweetlysilent]

Extra Pickles?

Requested By: @yoyococo18

Hey! I saw that your requests are open! Do you mind if I request one where the reader is Mr. Delmar’s daughter? That one scene when Peter’s ordering a sandwich and asks about her made me think of it. Do with it what you will, it’s just and idea ❤️

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: A few months ago you started working at your dad’s sandwich shop, you weren’t thrilled but you needed money. You grew to love working there overtime, becoming close with certain customers. One of them being Peter Parker, he always got the same thing, but with extra pickles and to have it all smooshed down. After a while you went on a break, you didn’t show up as often as you once did. Your dad soon became the one to talk to Peter, he’d ask about his mom, then say something in Spanish to his coworkers, which only made Peter ask about you too, but in Spanish also.

Warnings: None really, it’s just super cute and awkward.

Word Count: 2,958

A/N: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS TO FIND THIS GIF. IT WAS LITEREALLY SO HARD BUT I FOUND IT. I feel accomplished with life. Also if you don’t remember what he asks, he says “How’s your daughter, eh?”  Overall I think this imagine is super cute and dorky and I love it because I could so see something like this happening in real life. Anyways I hope you like it! :)

You were in high school, that meaning you and everyone else there wanted jobs so they could get money and do whatever they pleased.

Your dad was Mr. Delmar, also known as the person with the best sandwich shop in Queens.

That is also where you started working, you weren’t thrilled about it, mainly because well.. it was your dad’s shop, how embarrassing.

You weren’t going to lie, you were clueless at first, unsure of how to work the cash register, or how to take peoples orders, all you really knew how to do was clean the tables, and keep the floor clean.

But after a week of training you were getting the hang of things, you now knew how to take peoples’ orders properly, and work certain parts of the cash register.

You actually were beginning to like working at the shop, something you never thought you’d admit to yourself.

Working with your dad wasn’t actually that bad, sure he’d try to embarrass you in Spanish to his coworkers, but you knew bits and pieces on what he said, so you’d call him out too.

You became close with everyone there, not only just your coworkers, but the people who came in.

To your surprise there was a lot of regulars that came to the shop, your dad already knew them very well.

You soon were the same way, already knowing their order before they could even walk up to the cash register.

After working at the shop for a few weeks, a new guy came in, at least he was knew to you, but not your dad.

“Mr. Parker! Nice to see you again!” Your dad smiled happily, waving at the brunette haired boy.

“Hey Mr. Delmar, nice to see you too.” He smiled, walking over to pet Murph, the cat that was sitting on the counter.

“What would you like today?” Your dad asked, making Peter look up at the menu options.

“Can I get a number five, with extra pickles and can you make it flat?” He pressed his hands together to show what he meant, then added a ‘thank you.’

Your dad nodded, motioning for you to go make his order.

You shook your head, muttering ‘extra pickles? who even does that?’ before making the sandwich anyways.

You made it the exact way he wanted, you were still new to sandwich making, and you didn’t want to mess up this guys order.

Even if he did request extra pickles.

“Here you go, a number five, extra pickles, which is strange but okay, and it’s flat like you requested.” You smiled, handing the bag to the brunette haired boy in front of you.

“Thank you.” He smiled warmly, handing you a five dollar bill, which you gladly took.

“I haven’t seen you around here before, are you new?” He asked, catching you off guard.

“Well, I’ve actually been working here for the past month now, so I could ask you the same thing.” You smiled cheekily, making him bite his bottom lip slightly, nodding to himself.

“I’ve been coming here for years, so it’s quite strange not running into you yet.” He laughed, messing with his hair.

“What’s strange is you getting extra pickles.” You teased, making him gasp playfully.

“Pickles are great! You take that back!” He defended, making you laugh and shake your head.

“No way.” You smiled playfully, “We all know getting peppers are way better.” You gave a thumbs up, instantly making him cringe.

“That’s disgusting. Peppers don’t belong anywhere on a sandwich” He shook his head, making you gasp this time.

“Rude.” You teased, making him shrug and laugh.

You both stood there for a few minutes, an awkward silence falling over the two of you.

“Well as nice as it was talking to you..” You trailed off, raising your eyebrows at him.

“O-Oh! My name is P-Peter.. Parker..” He stammered, internally shouting at himself for being a stuttering idiot.

“Well Peter, it was nice chatting with you, but I actually have to go.” You smiled, giving him a small wave.

He gave a soft smile, waving back, but before he walked off he spun back around.

“Hey! Wait! You never told me your name!” He called after you, making you turn around.

“It’s Y/N. I’m his daughter.” You motioned towards your dad, who gave a stern look at Peter.

Peter’s eyes widened in shock, he had been flirting with this girl the entire time while her dad was watching.

You gave him a wink, before disappearing behind the door, leaving Peter in an uncomfortable position with your dad.

Peter swallowed nervously, giving a quick wave to Mr. Delmar, mumbling a quiet 'thank you, bye.’ and rushing out the door.

After the awkward encounter, Peter still came back every week, getting the same sandwich with extra pickles.

“Aren’t you ever going to try it with peppers instead?” You would ask him, making his face scrunch up in disgust.

You loved to mess with him, it was something you looked forward to every time he came into the shop.

“What do you have against pickles?” He questioned one day, making you squint your eyes at him.

“We have a bad history. Don’t ask.” You replied dramatically, as if there was a tragic backstory.

Peter laughed, he loved being around you, he found you unique, you didn’t care how you acted around him, you were just.. you.

You two had gotten close over those past few months, you’d do your usual banter back and forth, something you both loved to do.

You really started to like him, he was funny, not to mention super cute, but you were never going to tell him that.

More time passed and you had saved up a lot of money, you were surprised you saved it all without spending it.

You normally would of spent it the second you got it, but you didn’t, which confused you, until you realized it was because Peter was on your mind twenty-four-seven.

This was a problem for you, you couldn’t develop feelings for someone that you only knew because he was a regular in your dad’s sandwich shop.

So you decided to take a break from working, you needed to figure out your thoughts and feelings first.

Later that week you weren’t working the register, this made Peter confused, it was Friday, you were always working the lunch shift.

He walked up to the counter, seeing if you were hiding anywhere, but he couldn’t find you.

Instead Mr. Delmar came out, a smile on his face when he saw Peter.

“What’s up Mr. Delmar?” Peter smiled, giving him a slight wave.

“Hey! Mr. Parker, number five right?” He asked, writing down the order for the cooks.

“Yeah. And, um, uh, pickles and can you smoosh it down real flat? Thanks.” He smiled, while Mr. Delmar gave a thumbs up.

Peter rolled back and forth on his heels, wondering where you were.

“How’s school?” Mr. Delmar questioned, while waiting for his sandwich to be made.

“Uh, you know. It’s… boring. I got better things to do.” He shrugged, looking around the shop.

“Stay in school, kids, stay in school. Otherwise you’ll end up like me.” He motioned around the shop, a smile on his face.

“But this place is amazing!” Peter motioned around the shop, a big smile on his face.

Mr. Delmar grabbed his sandwich, placing it on the counter.

“How’s your aunt?” He questioned, making Peter shift a bit.

“… She’s alright.” He looked at him, a look a confusion on his face.

Mr. Delmar smirked slightly, turning his back a bit to talk to his coworkers.

“La tía de tú es un italiana bonísima.” He chuckled, turning back to Peter who had a slight smirk on his face.

“¿Cómo estás tu hija eh?” He smirked, biting his bottom lip slightly.

“Ten dollars.” Mr. Delmar frowned, placing his hand out towards Peter.

“It’s five dollars!” Peter pointed towards the menu, a cheeky smile on his face.

“For that comment, it’s ten dollars.” Mr. Delmar shook his head at him.

“Come on! I was kidding, I was kidding.” Peter smiled, handing him a five dollar bill.

“Here’s five dollars.” He smiled, making Mr. Delmar huff and take it anyways.

Peter waved goodbye, rushing out the door and disappearing like usual.

Weeks passed and Peter still hadn’t seen you at the Deli, he was starting to believe you were never coming back.

You had gone on a mini vacation, you needed to sort out your feelings towards Peter.

You were returning back to work in a few days, you needed to talk to Peter, to tell him how you felt.

You arrived into work early Friday morning, telling your dad where you had been the past few weeks.

You had mentioned to him that you were going to be away for a bit, but 'a bit’ turned into something a lot longer.

“Y/N, you can’t just go and run off like that.” Your dad scolded you, making you sigh.

“I know, but I needed to think, plus I finally had enough money to just go and relax for once.” You confessed, leaning against the counter.

“Think about what?” Your dad pressed you to explain further, making you huff in annoyance.

“About Peter.” You admitted, not looking at your dad who was frozen.

“You mean Mr. Parker?” He squinted his eyes at you, making you shift slightly.

You gave a small nod, biting your bottom lip nervously.

“What is there to think about him?” He questioned, making you want to knock yourself out with literally anything at this point.

“I like him dad.” You muttered, then went into a different room, leaving your dad to his own thoughts.

After a few hours you felt back at home, taking orders from regular customers, catching up on what you had missed.

You loved being at the shop, it was basically your second home.

“Y/N, I think I should probably tell you this before Mr. Parker comes in.” Your dad pulled you to the side.

“Okay, shoot.” You cleaned your hands with a towel, looking at your dad.

“When you were away, Peter came looking for you, that little pickle eater even had the nerve to ask how you were in Spanish.” Your dad muttered, making you smile.

“Really?” You laughed, making your dad nod in annoyance.

You were too involved in talking with your dad, that you didn’t even realize Peter had walked in.

Peter’s face lit up the moment he saw you, he had missed you so much.

He walked up to the counter, catching your attention.

Both your eyes locked, and it felt like time had stopped moving.

Your heart was pounding, you felt your stomach get tons of butterflies.

You truly hated feelings sometimes.

“Hey Peter.” You smiled, walking up to the counter.

“Hey Y/N, long time no see.” He smiled warmly at you, making your insides melt even more.

“Yeah, I kind of took a break, needed to do some thinking.” You shrugged, typing in his order.

“Oh? About what if you don’t mind me asking?” He smiled, making you bite your lip slightly.

How are you supposed to admit to the cutest boy in front of you that you have feelings for them?

“Y-You what?” Peter stuttered, making your eyes widen.

“O-Oh no.. D-Did I just say that out loud?” You gasped, embarrassed instantly.

“I uh..” You stammered, your face red, you didn’t know what to say.

Peter blinked rapidly, trying to process the information he had just been given.

He was the reason you disappeared, you left because you needed to think about how you felt abut him.

You were thinking of him.

“If it makes you feel any better, I came in here every Friday to see if you were working, because I missed you Y/N.” Peter confessed, making you smile shyly.

“I heard you might have spoken some Spanish too.” You laughed, making his face flush red.

“I may have, we don’t know.” He teased, tugging at his hair.

“Oh by the way, here’s your sandwich, with extra disgusting pickles and it flattened, just the way you like it.” You smirked, handing the bag to him.

“For the last time, pickles aren’t disgusting, peppers are!” He defended, making you laugh even harder.

You missed him, a lot, it was clear to you now.

Before Peter could wander off to a table, you scribbled something down on a piece of paper.

“Hey, Parker.” You called to him, making him turn around.

You walked out from behind the counter, walking up to him.

“This is for you.” You handed him the slip of paper, making him give you a confused look.

“What is this?” He asked, making you smirk slightly.

You motioned for him to open it, and when he did his eyes widened.

“Text me sometime, yeah?” You smiled, before walking off back behind the counter.

Peter couldn’t get his smile off his face, he was trying to hide his excitement from getting your number, but he couldn’t help it.

A few days later you and Peter went on your first date, you did something simple, which was perfect for the both of you.

Months passed and you and Peter started dating, Peter was thrilled when you agreed to be his girlfriend, he picked you up and spun you around in circles before kissing you.

You two were the cutest couple.

“Okay on the count of three you will try it with peppers, and I will try it with pickles, deal?” You looked at Peter who had an unhappy emotion on his face.

“Lets just get this over with.” He whined, making you stick your tongue out playfully.

Your dad counted off the numbers and once he got to three you both took a bite of the sandwich.

Both your faces scrunched up in disgust, which in result made the both of you laugh.

You two were really the ultimate couple goals.

Who knew getting extra pickles could create such a great relationship.