appearance: ishani's key feature is her mid-back length, pitch black hair. it's wavy and often crusted with sand; and dry to hell and back whenever she spends her days at the beach. they have dark brown skin &&. dark brown eyes, complimented by rosy cheeks, full lips, a strong, bridged nose with a gold hoop piercing through their left nostril. isha is 5 feet and 6 inches tall. they mostly wear loose, flowing blouses with denim shorts and strapped sandals and keeps their hair free-flowing.
the ishani you knew: before leaving for college, isha was, like 't', considered more mature for her age. she helped with planning parties, hangouts, and study groups before everything went to shit. during college, isha retreated into her shell. she had difficulty making friends and opening up to new people. they spent the entire time reminiscing about going back home and seeing their friends again. now back at costa sul, isha was still stuck in their shell. she's more stubborn than when she left; and doesn't know how to cope with the changes. at least she has her golden retriever, mars, with her through it all.
the ishani you got reunited with: costa sul wasn't the home ishani left behind. everything was too different, too scary. her childhood home was in ruins, the ocean smelled worse off than before, and all of her friends felt like strangers. they thought they could rely on jules' snarky commentary or matt's baby blues. so what better way to make everything go back to the way it was? by ignoring it. as long as isha keeps her head down and does what ida tells her, surely nothing could go wrong, right?
isha will be romancing julian 'jules' park; her long time frenemy, though her heart beats whenever matthew 'matt' deveraux looks her way. if fleeting touches and glances are all isha deserves, then it looks like it's high tide (haha. . . get it) for her to make a decision.
bye, im obsessed with @costasul-if ! it's the perfect interactive fiction novel for the upcoming warm weather; it really puts me in a summer-y mood! this is my new oc for costa sul and i can't wait for isha to make their debut. i love her and can't wait to get messy with jules and matt. anyways, the psd (sweety my melody) i used is from @/shr1nemaiden and the divider is from @/qtdecor, the template i used is from costa sul !
i cannot thank you guys enough for all of the love i've been receiving on big break! your comments and likes really motivate me in becoming a better writer <3 also!!! we're nine away from 50 followers. . . maybe an event soon?? hmmm idk yet we'll see lol but thank you again <33
― summary : you're a new investigative journalist at the daily bugle who's been paired up with its star photographer: peter parker. j. jonah jameson wants you, the new hire, and peter to catch spider-man for an interview; but the catch? peter's spider-man and you don't know! can peter manage to thwart the interview with the help of some friends, or does your big break come to end?
― chapter three word count : 1605
― author's note : guys, i think this might be my favorite chapter so far?! i feel like i flew through writing this (note that this chapter is a bit dialogue heavy)! it's def a step up from chapter two, at least i think so LOL so, without further ado here's chapter three, and here's the series masterlist, and chapter two ♡
chapter three : spider-man. . . and spiderman?!
You might be jobless soon. The interview with Spider-man was the only thing on your mind; that, and hunting for a new job. There were a hundred cafes in Manhattan alone, maybe one needed a barista? Because after this failed stunt, there was no way you could ever show your face at a journalist company ever again. Or even around New York. Holy shit. . . did that mean you'd have to move? You can't afford another apartment, let alone a house—
"Stop thinking so hard, I can hear your brain running on fumes from here," Peter chuckled to himself while he fiddled with his camera lens.
"It's kind of hard not to when I'm about to lose my job," You said pointedly. You didn't catch how Peter flinched at the tone of your voice. Harsh, but honest. And he was the cause.
The guilt ate him up inside, but he couldn't risk it. Not even after he took you out to dinner the other day to make it up to you for flaking. . . as Spider-man. It was a nice date— Nope, not a date. Just a totally normal meal between coworkers. Nothing suspicious going on over here. The tips of Peter's ears flushed red and he hunched his shoulders to try and hide them, not that you even noticed his dilemma; still completely oblivious to the goings on in his mind about the not-date-date you two went on. You were still grumbling under your breath about your job.
"Listen, I'm sure everything's going to be fine. We'll stop Spider-man and ask him some questions. How hard could it be?" Peter felt like an asshole. He was the one making it hard. On you. On him. On his reputation. On the company. If the hole he kept digging got any bigger, it'd turn into his grave.
You stopped suddenly and turned to him with a curious tilt of your head. "What do you think of Spider-man?"
"Me?" Peter pointed at himself stupidly. There was a hoard of people on the sidewalk that bumped and shoved into him every passing second he stood there like an idiot. Ah, good ol' New York.
"Yeah, you." You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know. . ."
"You don't know?"
"I mean! I think he's fine." Peter kept his gaze locked on the concrete below his sneaker clad feet. He was sure that if he looked up right in this moment, you'd figure out who he was.
"Just fine?"
"I think he's cool! Okay?"
"Just cool?"
"Fine. I think he's a great hero who's misunderstood," Wow, way to be subtle, Peter. "I think the public gives him too much slack when the Avengers definitely destroy much more property than he has in his entire career. It's a little unfair, no? Not that I think the public hates him, but I think they can stand to give him more grace."
It was almost comical the way your eyes grew twice in size. "Someone's opinionated. I just wanted to get a feel for the guy. But, yeah, I see it now. . ." You trailed off, looking into the distance.
Your walk went on for too long it felt like. Every time you craned your neck up, the sky was empty. There was no webbed hero swinging from building to building.
"Yo! Pee— Random citizen! Hello!" You and Peter both stopped in your tracks when a voice called out behind you. Turning, you saw Spiderman in his signature black and red suit. Your eyes widened and you quickly took out your notepad.
"Spiderman! It's a pleasure to meet you. We're from the Daily Bugle, is it okay if we ask you a couple of questions?" You eagerly sidled up next to the young hero as you barely tried to contain your excitement.
Unbeknownst to you, Peter looked Miles in the eyes with a questioning look on his face. It screamed urgent as Miles jerked his head behind him. Great, another problem when he had a job to do.
Peter looked at you, whose attention was still on Spiderman, then back to Miles who quickly understood what he needed to do.
"Actually, it seems like I do have some time to answer your questions." Spiderman took a small step back and gave over his attention to you, as Peter quietly disappeared from the scene. Sure, Miles knew Peter could handle the problem just fine, but he was still worried. He'd have to do this interview, and fast.
Before you could turn around, Spiderman wrapped an arm around your shoulder and lead you down the block, ranting about his latest baddie take down.
"And that's how I kicked the Prowler's Barney lookin' butt!"
You walked five blocks as Spiderman continued to talk. Sure, he wasn't the Spiderman you wanted but at least you got something, right? Surely J.J.J could make do with what you have; but even you knew how ridiculous that sounded. You finally stopped and turned around, ready to see Peter trailing behind you but just like last time, he wasn't there.
"Uh, where's—"
"Oh! You mean that guy with the camera? Yeah, don't worry about him! He told me he was. . . getting you guys coffee! Right, coffee. . ." Miles didn't sound so sure and you weren't sure you believed him either.
"He told me we could take pictures later. There's a really cool graffiti wall nearby, don't worry!"
You were worrying. This was the second time in a row Peter went missing when something 'magically' came up. Where did he always run off to?
Right as you were about to text him, the other Spider-man crashed at your feet; and not too far away was the Rhino.
"Ahaha, two Spiderman. . . Spidermen? Whatever. I will get you both." Rhino laughed and started to scrape his feet against the sidewalk, ready for a fight.
"Okay civvie, time to get out of here." Spiderman quickly hoisted you up on his webs and swung out of the vicinity just Rhino attacked Spider-man.
"Wait, but I have questions!" You were silenced as soon as you got into the air. When Johnny Storm carried you into the sky yesterday, it wasn't all that scary since he was mostly stationary. But Spiderman swung wildly to get you out of the Rhino's destructive path.
You only just realized Peter left his camera with you. As Spiderman swung, you tried your best to capture photos of the ongoing fight. To keep your job, you'd do anything at this point. The photos were blurry but you could make out Spider-man and the Rhino trading blows, or Spider-man bouncing off of walls. It was worth it, and you hoped J.J.J would like it too.
Spiderman dropped you both down in a secluded alley way. It seemed like you ended up here too often since starting your job. You rested your hands on your knees and caught your breath. You didn't even do any of the heavy lifting, but clinging onto dear life and being swung about Manhattan wasn't an easy job. You looked through Peter's camera roll to see the pictures you took of the fight, and smiled to yourself. It wasn't a half bad job. Even if J.J.J didn't like them, maybe someone could use them in the next round of publishing. . .
You were snapped out of your thoughts when Spiderman spoke up, "Sorry about that. I'm usually much more careful about carrying citizens. My bad." he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, and you just laughed.
"It's okay, really. And thanks, for the 'interview'." You held your notepad up with a smile, happy you have something to show for even if it wasn't something your boss wanted in the first place.
Spider-man eventually showed up, and he thanked the other Spiderman for helping out; for getting this 'innocent' civilian' away from danger. And, just as you were about to ask Spider-man a question (just one, because one would be enough), Spiderman stopped you. But you didn't let his deterrence get in the way of doing your job.
"Spider-man, please! Just one question. I'm from the Daily Bugle, and I know you're probably not a big fan of ours right now, but I'd like to just ask you one question," You ran a frustrated hand through your hair and huffed. "Look, I don't care that I sound desperate right now, but I'm about to lose my job and I just need to ask you one question, please?"
Spider-man turned back to you and his masked eyes shifted as he 'sized' you up. From behind the mask, Peter's face fell as he saw your desperation. He knew you needed this job; needed it to escape your isolated uptown life, to explore the big city and finally get away from your parents. But he couldn't risk his identity being found out. So he sighed, shook his head, and webbed off.
"Dude, you lowkey sucked back there." Miles mumbled as he squatted on the edge of a rooftop. He looked down at the city and hoped that you'd make it through.
Peter groaned and his head fell into his suit-covered hands, "Yeah. I know. But I can't exactly tell them who I am. Do you know how much danger I'd be putting them in? You remember what happened to MJ."
Miles cringed inwards. Even though he wasn't exactly there to see it, the way Peter recounted the tale, it wasn't good. He didn't want you getting kidnapped on account of their secret identities. Then, an idea popped into Miles' head.
hi guys! im currently working on chapter three of big break right now! to hold you guys over until tonight, here's a little peak at my outline (and my real shitty handwriting)! hope you enjoy. #no ai over here #fuck ai
― summary : you're a new investigative journalist at the daily bugle who's been paired up with its star photographer: peter parker. j. jonah jameson wants you, the new hire, and peter to catch spider-man for an interview; but the catch? peter's spider-man and you don't know! can peter manage to thwart the interview with the help of some friends, or does your big break come to end?
― chapter two word count : 1432
― author's note : guys, i'm not going to lie, i was struggling to start and finish this chapter. i don't know why, but it was so hard for me; so i'm being transparent here and letting you all know that this isn't my best work, (possibly ever, but to be honest, i'm probably just being dramatic and depressed about my writing). also, maybe a lot of typos. i'm begging you to ignore them. as always, i hope you enjoy! here's the series masterlist and chapter one ♡
chapter two : the human torch
Manhattan was on fire. Not literally, but temperature wise. Sweat beaded down your forehead as you and Peter walked down the sidewalk; he fidgeted with his camera and looked frantically around, almost panicked. You smoothed down the front of your shirt (a habit you surely picked up since starting at the Daily Bugle), and fanned yourself with the press badge you wore. You glanced at Peter from the corner of your eye but looked away quickly when you saw him already staring at you.
"Sorry." You both said at the same time. You laughed it off and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "So. . .," You started but you trailed off as you tried thinking of a question. "How about twenty questions?"
Peter snapped back into the moment and flashed you a small grin. He awkwardness melted when your words registered in his brain and he nodded. "Sounds fun, newbie. You wanna start?"
"Sure! Are you, uh, from New York?"
"Born and raised in Queens. Best borough in New York. Don't let anyone tell you different." He nudged you softly in the arm and winked. You face got warm, and you quickly shook your head. He's just a coworker.
"What about you? Where are you from?"
"Ithaca, actually. It's not so bad out there." You drop your badge and turned when you heard a scream. "Uh, what was that?"
"Don't know, let's go check it out."
You and Peter both rushed to the scene and stand in the back of crowd looking upwards. Up in the sky, the Green Goblin sailed through the air cackling maniacally.
"Not right now." Peter groaned under his breath.
"What the fuck. . . Where's Spider-man?" You looked around like everyone else in questioning. Where was the webbed hero to save the day?
"Peter, quick—" A clang hit the floor as Peter's camera fell and you quickly scooped it up. As you called out Peter's name, you caught a glimpse of blue and red swinging through the air. You snapped a photo, albeit a blurry one, and as you went to take another one, a man in a blue and white suit stepped in front of you.
"Hey, hot stuff. Sorry, but Spider-man isn't taking interviews right now." As you lowered the camera, you came face to face with the Human Torch: Johnny Storm.
You stuttered awkwardly and let the camera hang limp from your neck. Suddenly, Johnny scooped you up and soared into the air. You had thought that you would also burst into flames from being his arms, but all you felt was a warm, cozy feeling all throughout your body. "What about Spider-man?" You cried out, trying not to look below unless you wanted to pass out instantaneously.
"Him? Don't worry about him, sweetheart. He's got it all under control." Johnny winked at you and turned so you could see the fight.
Spider-man was doing what he did best. Hurling punches and web slinging, all the while taunting and throwing quips at the Green Goblin, which antagonized him further.
"Is he going to be okay?" You whispered. Mostly to yourself, but you were grateful Johnny answered you.
"Yeah. . . He'll be fine."
Johnny placed you back down on your feet in some back alley, far, far away from the fight. He kept glancing upward then back down at his phone, worrying the skin of his bottom lip.
"Everything okay?" You asked shyly. Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he shot a bright grin at you. Johnny was still on fire so the sight nearly blinded you and you had to look away. Noticing your squinting through the haze of the heat, Johnny settled his flames and went back to normal.
Seeing him in the sunlight made your breath catch. He was undoubtedly handsome. His blonde hair was as bright as the sun's, his blue eyes crystal clear.
"You checking me out, hot stuff?" Johnny teased. He smirked at you and you turned away. His attention was captivating and there was nothing more you wanted than for his eyes to stay on you. But as you heard the continued shouts of the fight between Spider-man and the Green Goblin, your thoughts went back to Peter. Like they always did. Embarrassing to admit, but you were starting to wonder where your coworker went, especially after he dropped his camera. Peter never handled his camera with any but carefulness. . .
"Do you know where Peter went?"
"Thinking about another guy when I'm here? I'm hurt, sweetheart." Johnny placed a placating hand on his heart and leaned back against the brownstone building behind him.
"You know what I mean. . . he just up and left. I don't know where he went, and I'm worried about him." you fiddled with the Peter's camera and hoped that wherever he was that he was okay.
Johnny smiled at your words and he cleared his throat before a laugh bubbled up, "Look, I'm sure wherever your coworker went, he'll be fine. Don't you have his number or anything, just text him."
Johnny was a genius. Well, of course he was, but he was right. You can just text Peter. You fired off a quick text asking where he was and if he was okay, but no response. You looked worriedly at Johnny and he just rolled his eyes playfully. "Give it some time, you just sent it." You tensed in embarrassment and pocketed your phone. You'll know when he texts back. You'll feel it.
"Dude, you weren't—," Spider-man stuck to the side of the building and his masked eyes bulged when he saw Johnny sidled up next to you. He clenched his jaw and cleared his throat loudly to grab your attention.
"Woah, woah, woah! I don't want to have to charge you guys with public indecency. back up please." Peter pushed Johnny away with a tense laugh as he looked you over. No visible injuries, that's good. His masked eyes went back to their normal, oval shape as he squinted suspiciously at Johnny.
"Spidey! Long time no see, man! Green Goblin didn't stand a chance against you." Johnny put an arm around Peter and shook him lightly with an easy going smile on his lips, all the while knowing how tense Peter was by the stiffness of his shoulders.
"Right. . . thanks. Uh, miss. . . Citizen? I should get you home—"
"Before that! I was wondering if you could answer some questions. Or if I could just get a picture," You smiled hopefully but from the look in Spider-man's eyes you knew that wasn't going to happen. Even though the journalist inside of you was it hing to go for it anyways. "Please?" You sqeaked out.
"Sorry, miss. But uh, I'm all out quips and thwips today." Peter scratched the back of his masked head, and felt awful saying no to you. But no one could find out he was behind the mask. Maybe it wasn't so bad to be slandered once in a while.
"Could you at least do a favor for me then? My coworker, Peter Parker, he's missing. Could you. . . find him for me please?"
The worried look in your eyes made Peter's heart clench but it was all the more reassurance he needed to keep his identity a secret from you, and from the city. He couldn't have anyone getting hurt because of him. Nonetheless, he nodded and promised to bring back 'Peter Parker' safe and sound to you.
Peter tapped your shoulder from behind and laughed when you almost shot up several feet in the air. He looked fine on the outside but as you looked him over you noticed him clutching his side as he walked side by side with you.
"Where the hell were you?!" You lightly punched him on the arm and didn't miss the way he flinched. "I texted and called you know."
"Sorry, sorry," He put his hands up in surrender and looked at you sheepishly. "I got lost in the crowd and lost service. Green Goblin knocked over a cell tower. At least I got to see Spider-man fix it with some webs."
Remembering your current mission had you frozen in place. What if you weren't able to interview Spider-man? Would you lose your job? Have to move back home? You shuddered at the thought.
"Hey, hey. . . don't worry. I'm sure you'll— we'll catch Spider-man soon." Peter patted your shoulder reassuringly but worry ate his gut. He didn't want the public knowing Spider-man, he didn't want you knowing about him. He needed to stop this, and fast.
― summary : you're a new investigative journalist at the daily bugle who's been paired up with its star photographer: peter parker. j. jonah jameson wants you, the new hire, and peter to catch spider-man for an interview; but the catch? peter's spider-man and you don't know! can peter manage to thwart the interview with the help of some friends, or does your big break come to end?
― chapter one word count : 1643
― author's note : and chapter one is here! i'm really happy to see everyone enjoying this series so far, and i hope i can keep up with the momentum! i can't wait to keep going. here's the series masterlist for big break!, and here's the prologue ♡
chapter one : first day, huh?
Earlier that morning. . .
If Peter was finally going to be honest with himself, he was tired of the slander. He picked up yesterdays newspaper from a food truck and read the title: Spider-man causes over 5 Million Dollars in Damages to Newly Built Roxxon Building. The paper crinkled under his grip as he read the title over and over again. Maybe, he wouldn't have caused so much damage if it weren't for Rhino. He tried stopping the guy for over 10 blocks before he ran through the entire building and swatted desks, chairs, and electronics out of his way like flies. His webs only had so much grip strength before they frayed at the seams.
He stuffed the newspaper back where it belonged and made his way to the Daily Bugle. He was already late and the last thing he needed was for Jonah to chew him out again. Peter bit back a sigh and ran a hand through his hair in stress. Living a double life wasn't easy, but it was what he had to do to keep the city safe.
"Do you know how absolutely late you are?" Jonah rounded on him as soon as he stepped into his office. His blue eyes shook and were red at the corners. "I told you we had a meeting this morning with the new hire, and you didn't even show!"
Right, so that's what he was missing. . . the meeting. He was sure whoever the chump he was supposed meet would be fine waiting until tomorrow. No harm no foul, right? Peter sighed and dropped his satchel into the chair across from Jonah's desk. He shrugged and spread his arms wide. The last thing Peter wanted to do was lie, but if he didn't. . . he didn't even want to think about the consequences of that.
"I'm sorry, Jonah, I am. But Aunt May had a thing, and— and I couldn't miss it. Okay?" Peter huffed quietly and sat on the arm chair with his shoulders bunched up to his ears. He thought the excuses would stop in high school, but now he's well into his 30s and still lying. Was there going to be any hope for him?
J.J.J just sighed and shook his head. The same excuses and stories, it was like Peter never changed at all. "You can't keep doing this, kid," He slumped in his chair and waved a dismissive hand at Peter. "Dismissed. But be here tomorrow at 8:30 a.m. sharp."
Peter hated the guilt that sat in his gut like a rock. It was heavy and it made him nauseous. Sure, he didn't mind a white lie here and there, he lied to his baddies all the time, but it was different this way. He exhaled and entered the bullpen with a slow gait.
"What's up with you today," MJ stopped by Peter's desk and rested her hip against the edge. "Thought you'd be excited after your win yesterday?"
Peter looked up at MJ with sorrow in his eyes. "Yeah, well, when the paper you work for keeps slandering your side hustle it isn't exactly easy to be happy," Peter leaned back in his seat and rested his hands on top of his stomach. "I mean, it wasn't even me! Alex— Rhino was the one who tore through the place."
"I wouldn't worry if I was you. There's barely any mention of that in the article. And you'd know if you read it." MJ lightly flicked Peter's forehead and he rubbed the spot with the dramatics like he'd been shot.
"What's this about a new hire," Peter changed the subject and sat upright. He appeared busy as he fished his camera out of his bag and placed it on his desk with all the care in the world. His prized possession, his (literal) money maker. "Anything I should know about them?"
"They're cute." MJ stated. Peter looked up at her incredulously then back down to his camera again. "Seriously? That's all you have for me?"
"I met them yesterday, it's not like we're BFFs or anything," She crossed her arms over her chest then pursed her lips in thought. "Fine. Listen up. They are cute. Eager to start, good work ethic, insane portfolio. You know they met Captain America?"
Peter's eyes went big as he stared up at MJ. They met Sam? Peter shook his head and finally turned his monitor on. "Well, I'm meeting them tomorrow, so I'll see for myself if they're so great."
You hate yourself. Deeply, and utterly hate yourself. Your coffee spilled all over your shirt and on to a stranger's when you both crashed into each other getting on the elevator.
"I am so sorry. Are you okay?" You didn't wait for their response as you grabbed a handful of napkins from your bag and began patting them down.
"No, no— it's fine! I swear." The stranger looked up at you as you patted down his sweater. Slowly, you looked up and met the softest pair of brown eyes. You cheeks felt warm as you backed away and accidently hit your lower back against the elevator's handlebars.
You hissed in pain and stuffed the wet napkins in the front pockets of your pants. You couldn't meet the stranger's eyes and hurriedly exited the elevator once you got to your floor. Unbeknownst to you, the stranger followed you out, but you were already half way down the corridor by now.
You steeled your nerves before you entered J.J.J's office and tossed the clump of soaking wet napkins into the trash. It was 8:32 a.m. when you entered with a gentle, yet strained smile on your face. "Good morning, sir." You greeted as you stood near the chair with your hands clasped in front of you.
"Have a seat newbie, I'm still waiting for—"
"Sorry, I'm here. Some idiot spilled coffee on me." Peter's words slowly trailed off as he entered and looked between you and J.J.J. He cleared his throat awkwardly and brushed down the front of his sweater with clammy palms. "Sorry, didn't know it was you."
Great. Just great. You spilled coffee on your coworker and now he thinks you're an idiot. You looked away before he caught your eyes and refocused on J.J.J's words.
"Now that you're both here. I need to discuss something with the both of you," J.J.J sat down in his leather chair and steepled his fingers together. He looked every bit like a cliche villain right now. "Spider-man recently wrecked havoc on the new Roxxon building. Before that he had a run in with Doc Ock at his lab, then a splash zone party with Lizard down in the sewers. For too long has he gone unchallenged. Left to his own devices. That's why I need the two of you to catch Spider-man and question him."
"What?" you both balked at the same time at J.J.J's words. That was the big surprise he had in store for you? He wanted an interview from Spider-man? That's it? But you knew it was more than that. He wanted Spider-man's version of events. . . at least that's what it sounded like to you.
"Wait, wait, wait. You want Spider-man to do an interview with the Daily Bugle? What for? It seems like they've already made up their mind about him being a heathen and everything," Peter rushed out and stared down J.J.J with an intensity in his eyes. "Isn't this going to be a biased interview?"
"It won't be, because our newbie here will be conducting it," J.J.J gestured to you and shrunk into yourself at the attention. "They've never interacted with Spider-man or seen him action, therefore they have a totally unbiased opinion on him. Isn't that right, kid?"
"Yes sir. That's right." You fidgeted with your fingers and kept your eyes on the linoleum floor beneath you. You hated the reflection you saw. You were usually so confident, but this task was daunting. Did every new hire have to do something insane to prove themself?
"What about the Human Torch? He's been going crazy lately. He burned down that power plant!" Peter swung his arms wildly and it confused you on how much he didn't want this. "He's more of a menace than Spider-man is."
"I don't want an interview with the Fantastic Four. I want Spider-man, Peter," J.J.J rubbed the bridge of his nose in stress and shooed the both of you away. "Figure something out. You have a week."
As soon as you both stepped out of J.J.J's office, it's like you both became yourselves again. You breathed out a sigh of relief and smoothed down the front of your shirt in habit; then flinched when you remembered Peter's coffee soaked sweater.
"Sorry about your sweater by the way," You extended your hand for a shake and offered your name. "Didn't mean to ruin your morning too."
Peter shook his head and took your hand with a friendly smile on his face. "I was just being dramatic, it's no worries, really."
You both held on for longer than necessary then quickly let go when things became awkward. From out of the corner of your eye, you saw Peter's cheeks take on a slight pinkish hue and yours became hot after the fact. It's just the nerves, you thought.
"I'm going to go get started on those questions. I'll run a draft by you once I'm done, okay? See you around Peter." You waved goodbye shyly and started towards your desk.
As soon as you left his sight, Peter hastily searched for his phone and shot out a quick text. 'Dude. Need your help ASAP. Text me back.'
― summary : you're a new investigative journalist at the daily bugle who's been paired up with its star photographer: peter parker. j. jonah jameson wants you, the new hire, and peter to catch spider-man for an interview; but the catch? peter's spider-man and you don't know! can peter manage to thwart the interview with the help of some friends, or does your big break come to end?
― tags : coworkers to lovers, slowburn, author's poor attempt at humor, fluff, mutual pining. . .
― updates : every tuesday, thursday, and saturday!
― summary : you're a new investigative journalist at the daily bugle who's been paired up with its star photographer: peter parker. j. jonah jameson wants you, the new hire, and peter to catch spider-man for an interview; but the catch? peter's spider-man and you don't know! can peter manage to thwart the interview with the help of some friends, or does your big break come to end?
― tags : coworkers to lovers, slowburn, author's poor attempt at humor, fluff, mutual pining. . .
― updates : every tuesday, thursday, and saturday!
― summary : you're a new investigative journalist at the daily bugle who's been paired up with its star photographer: peter parker. j. jonah jameson wants you, the new hire, and peter to catch spider-man for an interview; but the catch? peter's spider-man and you don't know! can peter manage to thwart the interview with the help of some friends, or does your big break come to end?
― tags : coworkers to lovers, slowburn, author's poor attempt at humor, fluff, mutual pining. . .
― updates : every tuesday, thursday, and saturday!
appearance: ishani's key feature is her mid-back length, pitch black hair. it's wavy and often crusted with sand; and dry to hell and back whenever she spends her days at the beach. they have dark brown skin &&. dark brown eyes, complimented by rosy cheeks, full lips, a strong, bridged nose with a gold hoop piercing through their left nostril. isha is 5 feet and 6 inches tall. they mostly wear loose, flowing blouses with denim shorts and strapped sandals and keeps their hair free-flowing.
the ishani you knew: before leaving for college, isha was, like 't', considered more mature for her age. she helped with planning parties, hangouts, and study groups before everything went to shit. during college, isha retreated into her shell. she had difficulty making friends and opening up to new people. they spent the entire time reminiscing about going back home and seeing their friends again. now back at costa sul, isha was still stuck in their shell. she's more stubborn than when she left; and doesn't know how to cope with the changes. at least she has her golden retriever, mars, with her through it all.
the ishani you got reunited with: costa sul wasn't the home ishani left behind. everything was too different, too scary. her childhood home was in ruins, the ocean smelled worse off than before, and all of her friends felt like strangers. they thought they could rely on jules' snarky commentary or matt's baby blues. so what better way to make everything go back to the way it was? by ignoring it. as long as isha keeps her head down and does what ida tells her, surely nothing could go wrong, right?
isha will be romancing julian 'jules' park; her long time frenemy, though her heart beats whenever matthew 'matt' deveraux looks her way. if fleeting touches and glances are all isha deserves, then it looks like it's high tide (haha. . . get it) for her to make a decision.
bye, im obsessed with @costasul-if ! it's the perfect interactive fiction novel for the upcoming warm weather; it really puts me in a summer-y mood! this is my new oc for costa sul and i can't wait for isha to make their debut. i love her and can't wait to get messy with jules and matt. anyways, the psd (sweety my melody) i used is from @/shr1nemaiden and the divider is from @/qtdecor, the template i used is from costa sul !
