No, I'm Dirty Dan

A/N: One silly request coming right up! Also, I hope you don’t mind the route I took with this– The idea kinda just came to me when I read this prompt. Basically, the reader is also a spider-person, and will essentially take Peter B places in their universe. So Peter has taken it upon himself to be your “wise” mentor. Either way, I took a wholesome approach to this- Don’t kill me—–

“I think you’re ready,” Peter sighed as he sat on the ledge of the building.

New York, as usual, was nothing but hustle and bustle. Peter watched the rush hour traffic come to a halt, the evening streetlights flickering on, and he found himself wondering if the city would ever replace the bulbs. What an odd, mundane string of thoughts to have. Guess that happens when you get old.

“I’m not ready.” you sat next to him, “I’m definitely going to mess this up." 

"You think I didn’t?” Peter looks at you from the corner of your eye.

You were still a kid. He felt terrible, knowing that you were forced onto this pedestal with him. You had told him that you had aspirations of being anything else, but unfortunately fate had other plans. Peter wanted nothing more than to tell you to just go home and to forget about it all, but he also knew that deep down you had already made up your mind.

You were very stubborn in that sense. When your mind was made up, there was no changing it. This city, this world even, needed you to become the next hero. You knew Peter was getting old too to keep going. You wanted him to go home and be with MJ. He deserved it. He earned the right to have a decent life now. 

“I messed up a lot of things.” Peter said, “Hell, I probably did more damage than I did good, but…”

You looked at the mask you had in your hands. All of this somehow felt meaningless and meaningful at the same time. It was overwhelming, to say the least.

“Guess that’s just how life is.” he continued, “You gotta roll with the punches." 

"That’s terrible advice.” you laughed quietly, still looking down.

“What can I say?” he smiled, “I wasn’t exactly prepared to this. Which just proves my point." 

You looked forward, to the horizon. The setting sun was still bright, and the city was drenched in a golden light. Maybe Peter was right. You shouldn’t be so worried, because this is just how life is. He did screw up a lot, like a lot, a lot– But look at him now. Him and MJ are together, they even managed to get a nice place together, MJ has a good job– Things just work out.

"The universe always has a way of righting itself.”

“You really think I’m goin-”

“I know you’re going to be fine, kid.” He sighed with content, “I know you.”

Peter looked at the same horizon, yet it felt different to him. He was sad that it was time to let go of his alter ego, but at the same time it was peaceful. He had faith that you’d protect this city no matter what. You had told him every story you had about this place. He was absolutely certain that the universe had made the right choice. 

Without thinking much of it, Peter patted you on the shoulder, “You’ll do great things for this city." 

"You really think so?”

“I know so." 

You figured that the conversation had come to a halt, so you were about to get up when Peter pushed you back down. You looked over at him with obvious confusion on your face. He moved away and it felt like he was hesitating a little.  

"You good?”

He grabbed your wrists and took off your web shooters.

“Hey!” you protested, “I just made those, old man-”

“They’re no good.”

“No good? They’re brand new.”

“Close your eyes." 

You did nothing but stare at him, which caused him to pause. You rolled your eyes and closed them tightly, "There. Happy? Can I have my web shooters back?”

You heard the familiar click and immediately withdrew your hands. You opened your eyes and looked down at your wrists. Instead of seeing your bright, shiny, brand spanking new web shooters, you saw old ones. They had scratches, the latches were a bit loose, the metal was dull and was obviously worn from use.

These were Peter’s. He always bragged about how much cooler they were than yours. They were like his pride and joy when it came to his beat up suit. He wanted you to have them? He trusted you that much? 

You couldn’t form words.  It’s almost like your brain had frozen solid. Every train of thought had come to a screeching halt. 

“I can’t take these.” you said.

“I want you to have them.” Peter sounded proud, “It’s only right." 

You, for the first time in a while, surprised him by throwing your arms around him in a huge bear hug. It took him a minute, but he returned the hug. Is this what it felt like? Having kids? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad-

"Thanks, dad.”

“You’re welcome, kidd-” Peter pulled back, “Did you just call me dad?" 

"What.” you did. You quickly stood up and stumbled back, “No way. I think you’re hearing things, old man." 

Peter stood up, doofy smile still on his face, "I heard you say ‘Thanks, dad.’" 

"I clearly said, 'Thanks…Dude.’" 

"Uh huh." 

"I did.” You tripped a little as you got up onto the ledge of the building, “I totally did. Not my fault that you can’t hear- I gotta go…Like, right now.”

“Of course." 

"My mom’s…Totally called me, y'know. I have …Homework.” You walked along the ledge, “And I did not, totally did not, call you dad.”

“And I’m the king of France.”

Much like a moody teen, you stopped and crossed your arms, letting out a huff, “Why would I call you dad anyways?”

“Because,” Peter mimicked you, right down to the way you speak, “You totes see me as one. Just admit it. I’m actually kinda flattered." 

"Pfft. Alright, okay. Whatever helps you sleep at night, old man." 

You wanted to change the subject. You were far too hard headed to admit that you had called him dad. 

"You didn’t give me my web shooters.” You leaned forward and held out your hand, “Gimme.”

Peter rolled his eyes and chuckled as he walked over and put the gadgets in your hand, “You totally did call me-”

You were just embarrassed now, “I did not, man. C'mon." 

"Heard it. Clear as day. Can’t fool me." 

You huffed again and adverted your eyes to the gadgets in your hands. You hadn’t meant to slip up, but you really did see Peter as a dad. You, again, were way too stubborn to ever say that to his face.

You copied his eye roll, which didn’t go unnoticed, "Alright, so what if I did.”

“So what if you did.” Peter repeatedly slowly. 

“I still have to leave.” You shot a web off into the distance, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Same time?”

“Actually,” Peter cut in, “MJ was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out for lunch with us?”

“Me? Lunch with the both of you? Wouldn’t that be..Weird..?" 

"Not unless you make it weird,” he replied, “So don’t make it weird.”

You looked off into the distance at where you web had landed, “Uh, sure. Okay. Just, text me the place." 

Before Peter could respond, you swung away, shouting, "See ya later, old man!”  

"See you later, kiddo." 

Peter turned around and started his journey home, but something completely blind sighted him. Something had crashed into his back and had wrapped its arms around him. He looked down and saw the sleeves of your suit and laughed to himself.

Into his back you muttered, "Okay, bye, dad. Love you." 

Just like before, you quickly disappeared. Peter shouted in your direction, "You did it again!”

A few buildings away he heard your voice shout back to him, “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to appreciate it!” He shouted back, laughing, “Thank you!" 

"You’re welcome!" 

Your voice was even farther away. 

Peter smiled the whole way home. 

Take your time on doing this Looking for to your other writing genuinely -Cee, your fellow Soap delulu

GN!Reader & 141 (Mostly Price)

Warnings: Slight angst Ships: None. A/N: This absolutely ran away from me and I do not at all regret it, hope you enjoy, Cee!!! Words: 3549

Almost your entire life had been a cycle of self doubt that also started to churn and twist into self-hatred. You blamed yourself for the feelings. Afterall, you had a relatively normal upbringing. Two parents who were both present in your life, both of whom worked so that you all had food on the table and a roof over your head. A luxury that very few had.

The least you could do for them is follow the path that they wanted to put you on, no matter how much you didn’t want to do it. Because you loved them. 

So you excelled in your education, studying hard to try and impress your parents– to make them love you just as much as you loved them for everything that they did for you for your entire life. They wanted you to do all three sciences despite the additional workload it would add to your already stretched thin time? Then you would do them, take any extra classes after school in order to keep up with the work and not lag behind any of your peers. 

There was no such thing as a social life, either, not when you had homework and projects due. Friends were few and far between. Generally, most people left when they realised how hyper focused you were on your grades instead of social interaction. 

Did a classmate get a higher grade than you on a test? Well obviously you didn’t study hard enough, you just needed to dedicate more time to school even though school was all you had.

Did you get the highest marks in the class? Good, that was what was expected of you. Why didn’t you get full marks? You were better than that. You would do better because you loved your family. They showed it in their own way, of course, by encouraging you to study harder and get better grades. That was their love language, and yours was doing as they asked without a second thought. Because, at the end of the day, you were lucky to have an upbringing like you had. You would ignore the hollow void clawing at your chest because you had no right to feel that way– not when you had a roof over your head and parents that loved you(?).

warnings; just small spoiler warnings for his story, some of you probably already saw leaks of it though 😭

After he had lost his precious daughter during the IPC attack on his planet, it was no surprise Boothill would be oddly overprotective over his dear ones. Especially over you.

You were a child much like Boothill’s daughter, but you being only a tad bit older since she was only a few months old at the time. Once you had came in, Boothill made a silent vow to himself that he would protect you like you were his child, not even letting you out of his sight for a second. He just didn’t want to lose you like he lost his little girl is all!

Which was quite ironic as he had first met you through aiming his revolver at your head, thinking you were someone here to collect his bounty, only to see it was literally just a kid. He still remembers the way you almost passed out. Poor you.

So no wonder Boothill almost lost it when he noticed your tiny footsteps weren’t heard behind him anymore, what’s left of his heart instantly dropping.

Panic struck as he looked around frantically, cursing (or at least trying to) himself out for not keeping a closer eye on you while a million thoughts of what could possibly happen without his supervision on you raced through his head.

What if you had gotten seriously hurt?

What if something—or someone—took you?

What if you were stuck somewhere, stranded with a bunch of people you didn’t even know?

It was odd to see the infamous Galaxy Ranger; Boothill getting all worked up and worried over some missing kid. Why’d he care so much anyway? Was it something about you? Did he just oddly grow attached?

Or did he simply view you as someone he once cradled before it was snatched away from him abruptly?

“Mr. Boothill!”

Instantly, Boothill stopped in his tracks, pausing his search for you and spinning his head towards the familiar small voice. There you were; all safe and sound, but with tears falling down your chubby cheeks as you raced over to him.

Boothill dropped to his metallic-like knees and caught you in his arms tightly, feeling your tight grip around his shoulders as you hugged him, burying your face into his shoulder.

“I told ya not to wander off, didn’t I? To stay close to me? You could’ve gotten hurt all alone like that, you lil’ brat…” Boothill would lightly scold you, standing up while lifting you in his arms, holding you close and pinching your cheek in a scolding matter.

His grip around you was tight as if he were worried that if he let go—you’d vanish without a trace.

A hiccup left you in response, struggling to put your words together to which Boothill began to rub the small of your back as a way to calm you down, “I-I didn’t mean to…! I-I just really wanted that plushie—hiccup—over there…!” Boothill watched as your shaky finger tried pointing in the direction of the toy stand, pointing in the wrong direction in the process. But he still knew what you were referring to.

You were clearly referring to that cowboy plushie you spotted while you were walking with Boothill earlier, the one that you couldn’t avert your gaze from which Boothill also called “just a mini, knock-off” version of him. It’s quite obvious that you only wanted it because it reminded you of Boothill.

“But-but when I looked back to you, you weren’t there anymore…!”

You broke out in another fit of sobs, hugging his neck tighter, your cheeks all stained with your tears, and your nose stuffy. Your head was even beginning to throb from how much you were crying.

“You mean that little cowboy you kept lookin’ at? You got your own real-life cowboy though, don’t you?”

“Nuh-uh! I want the plushie, so I can have two of you!”

At your silly words, Boothill had to bite his lip from letting out a snicker, knowing you’d probably get even more upset, and instead decided to indulge you, “Fine, if you want it so bad that you nearly made me pop a screw, I’ll buy you it.” Boothill reassures, wiping that small tear threatening to slip down your cheek away with his cold hand. You can only sniffle and quietly nod in a meek way, rubbing your eyes.

Before Boothill can move however, you suddenly cupped his cheeks with your small hands which was pretty much the only part of his body he can feel you touch, causing him to pause and look down at you. You knocked your head against his and mumbled, “You’re my real papa, Boothill…My only papa…” You ask with a small sniffle, patting his cheeks.

Boothill stood there, stunned for a brief second before he quickly regained his composure, and sent you a toothy smile that showed off his razor sharp teeth, “What a sweet lil’ thing you are…You certainly got a way with words, don’t you?” He ruffled your hair and placed his hat directly on your head to which it fell right over your eyes, causing you to quickly try and adjust it with a small yelp as Boothill made his way over to the stand you were whining about.

This time, he was sure he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight—no matter how much you whine for him to let you run around. He already lost one kid of his, he can’t lose another one.

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synopsis you give the tf141 boys some happy father's day cards!!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & younger!reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost.

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], reader is intended to be around 16/17-20/21 but can be interpreted as older as long as they're below 24 (just so that the headcanons make more sense), maybe ooc?

note i'm so sorry but there's no gaz in this one BUT i can explain why!! i was doing my research (going through three different tumblr posts) to figure out the actual age of each character and gaz is apparently 24?? in new updates or whatever?? anyway, even before i found that out, i could only ever imagine writing him as an older brother, simply because he doesn't feel fatherly to me but still has those protecive-familial vibes so if yall want me to write something on him being ur older brother then feel free to request/reply/comment or whatever and i will! :3 this is all comfort no hurt and pure fluff so enjoy!!

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It's come onto my mind that what skme of the U.A teachers (any of your choice) had their sibling as their student, how chaotic would it get?

I just feel like maybe they'd curse at each other for fun while no one notices. And parent-teacher conferences are prolly hilarious!

What do you think?

He Is Your Older Sibling

Aizawa x GN! Platonic! Reader

Summary:You are his younger sibling.

Genre: Fluff

SLIGHT MANGA SPOILERS!!!

At first he would try and make it so that his class didn't find out you were his younger sister.

But it wouldn't take long for them to figure out and start teasing you and him about it.

They eventually stopped because he threatened to put everyone under house arrest.

ANYWAY you always give him some attitude when in class because you two are siblings after all.

"Y/N, pay attention!"

"You're not Mom!"

But even though the class always sees you guys fighting and not getting along, you two aren't actually like that when alone.

He'll take you out to lunch sometimes and even help with homework if you ask for it, even if he acts annoyed by it.

He secretly worries about you.

Whenever you get hurt, whether from a villain attack or just from training, he worries.

He'll never tell you but he worries.

The same goes for you!

You thought you were going to have a heart attack once you saw the state he was in during the USJ attack.

You also cried for some time when he lost his eye during the fight with Shigaraki.

But ANYWAY parent teacher conferences are always fun!

Your parents always pretend that Aizawa isn't your brother and you try not to laugh through the entire thing. Especially if your grades suck.

You also can't ever get in trouble at school because Aizawa will snitch on you and you get in trouble no matter what.

Pairing: Davy Jones x reader

Warnings: No warnings apply

Requested: @royisrandom

Request:

Could you do a Davy Jones x reader where Jones finds out that the reader hasn't been working on deck and he finds that she slept in. He's confused when he doesn't see her, so he goes looking for her. You can add as much as you'd like to it and I didn't know if I should ask on this account or your other one so I just decided this one. :)

***

Reputation truly meant something to you, it was always a priority to you to act older than you really are, but you will soon find out that keeping it up was a killer.

You wanted nothing more than to be recognized, not just by anyone, not just by your 127 crew onboard the Dutchman, but you wanted recognition from Davy Jones. Nothing else in the world mattered to you than remembering your place, where you stand and more importantly, who stand by.

In this case, you’ve worked so hard for it, so much so that you weren’t allowing yourself to get the rest that your work required. Getting almost no sleep at all didn’t seem to matter the least bit to you, on account of you suffering from insomnia anyways. The crew watched as you were slowly changing due to the affects it had, and it only took for Bootstrap Bill to comment on it for you to sleep in the following day. While sleeping in, you come to know that this was the best sleep you’ve gotten in a long while and you took advantage of it. But when word got around that you were absent from your work on deck, you were about to get a ride awakening but an unexpected visitor. You were in deep sleep when your eyelids slowly start to lift open with tiredness, and you couldn’t help but feel you weren’t alone.

As you feel that there was someone in the room with you, you turn over while trying to pretend to be asleep, you spotted Davy Jones standing in the light of the open doorway. Davy Jones watched as you sleep away, seemingly confused as his mind was baffled with reasons to explain this. Having this in mind, you would soon have your own questions; you suddenly feel an unexpected hit of a wave of exhaustion take over, one that begged your mind to go back to sleep. You weren’t sure why, but all you know was that you didn’t want to be falling asleep knowing that you’re being watched. Davy must have picked up on the hint you weren’t asleep, as he begins to start asking his questions.

“What’s going on? What’s happened?”

It took you a few minutes to respond, but when you did, it only seemed to agitate Davy more than anything, and that was a little confusing to you as it would anyone.

“Sorry, Captain. I just slept in, it won’t happen again.”

“Why did you sleep in?”

“Just tired I guess… exhausted.”

You watched as Davy’s tentacles twitched in confusion, but relaxed as a thought had come across his mind right than.

What you didn’t realize that all along, you have been recognized by Davy Jones, he watched you working endlessly while sacrificing your sleep, sleep in which was something you needed to stay fresh for your work. Davy had been meaning to pull you aside and talk to you about this, but the opportunity never seemed to have come as he was always barking orders and/or was punishing the crew mates who failed to do their jobs. Davy also remembers as he overhears Bootstrap Bill bring it up to you once after you screwed up while working, and listened as you try to tell him you were fine when in fact, you were the opposite. When you said “exhaustion” his mind turned to understanding as he remembers watching as your skills were slowly taking affect to the little to no sleep you were getting.

At the same time, he made the decision that t would be better for you to continue sleeping before making the all clear that you can go back to work, almost as if you were a really patient in the care of a doctor. This was confusing because Davy doesn’t often show this much mercy at all to anyone else, it was to you and you weren’t exactly sure why. You’d love to know, but you also know it’s best not to question your captain. However, that doesn’t stop you from protesting against this idea and yet, you give in.

“I think you should go back to sleep.” He says almost softly.

You look over at him in surprise, but that’s when you begin to protest.

“I’m fine, really-“

“No you are not fine. Go back to sleep, that’s an order.”

Before you could say another word, you watch as Davy Jones walks away.

This wasn’t like him at all.

***

@theblogofdavyjones

Requests: Open

Pairing: Davy Jones x reader

Warnings: None

Requested: No

A/N: A collaboration done by @royisrandom @theblogofdavyjones

***

Davy Jones couldn’t help but think to himself how he lets this happen, you were the only crew mate he cared for.

Davy Jones does everything he possibly can to keep as safe and protected. But when a certain turn of events take place and happen, you were on duty working with Bootstrap Bill in the terrible weather that was pouring hard in the ocean’s waters and flooding the top deck of the Dutchman. What you and Bootstrap Bill were doing was trying to keep the water levels maintained, but it was becoming an nearly impossible obstacle to pull through, even with each other’s help.

With buckets, you begin to scoop water while taking it to the side of the ship before throwing it back overboard. You start to panic as the water level only rises, now finding it as high as your ankles, soon fo be knee high. Davy Jones watched as you two were hard at work, he hadn’t expected for the storm to get this bad; lightening was accompanied by crackles of thunder, the water flooding the deck so much that it began to pool your feet. This made it harder to move with efficiency and ultimately slowing down your work. The slightly concerned Jones watching you struggle to pick up your feet completely.

It was have an uneasy feeling, worry, and doubt.

As you and Bootstrap Bill continue to try your best clearing the ever so rising water, it was now leveling right at your shins. You realize how that two people aren’t going to be enough for this job. Just as you were about to go over to dump more water off the side of the ship, you slip over the side of the ship. Hanging on with as much will power as you can, you try to get back over as water is constantly beating at your face. You try to get attention of your crew mate, Bootstrap Bill. He eventually notices you were no longer on deck and rushes over to help you before the oceans has you.

“Hang on, (Y/n)!”

This doesn’t go unnoticed by Jones, however. As soon as he saw you fall over the side of the ship, hanging on for dear life, he rushed down the steps of the helm towards you.

Your hands were starting to slip as the waves crashed against the ship and you. Bootstrap tried his best to lift you up, but had no luck. Davy Jones gets to you in a flash, wondering why Boostrap was taking so long to get you to safety. He realizes now that he is above you, that you fell too far to reach. Jones doing the only thing he can think of, drops down to where you are, grabbing onto your hand just as you lose your grip.

“I’ve got ya..” Davy Jones says, as he lifts you up with ease, back onto the deck.

You were quite shaken by this, taking in the depths of relief as you take in breaths of strong relief.

You were happy that Davy Jones cared enough to save you, if not, you would have been claimed by the sea.

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