requests are open! (fictional characters only) // an updated masterlist of my work can be found here: https://web-of-fics.tumblr.com/post/184659070505/web-of-fics-masterlist
Jefferson figuring out that his son is Spider-Man but instead of telling him “hey you blew your secret” and possibly freaking him out, starts quietly training him in correct police procedure (without him knowing) while also repeatedly talking about how he had issues with the old Spider-Man but the new one seems like a brave and responsible young man and how he would be totally proud of him if he were this guy’s parents
A/N: Here are some fic recs for y’all. UPDATED: 03-09-2021
I decided to make a fic rec masterlist of fics I’ve been reading during this month, I will continue updating this as much as I can until the month is over and hopefully discover more writers. I am kind of new in the fanfiction world here on tumblr so if any of you have a masterlist or new fic of the fandom/characters mentioned below, feel welcome to submit them to me. To the writers, I am a huge fan of your work, keep doing what you’re doing, you guys are amazing!
Also I plan to add a miscellaneous section by the end of the week. If any of the links don’t work, please let me know.
Enjoy!
WARNING: Includes 18+ content DO NOT INTERACT if under that age.
“Good riddance you racist Cheeto!” Peter shouted at no one in particular as he slipped his ballot in the nearest postal box. “Enjoy rotting in prison!” He added, just as you approached the same box.
“Hell yeah,” you said, high-fiving as you cast your vote too. “We got this.”
“I’m gonna start calling you Charlie Brown,” you teased Peter, the image of him comically wiping out on the bowling lane replaying in your mind.
He scoffed. “Only if I can start calling you Double Digits,” he replied. He scrunched his face after a moment. “Ugh, I hope that’s not an innuendo for something.”
“I wouldn’t know anyway,” you shrugged. “Also I was barely twenty points behind you, Mr. Bowling Pro.”
“Hey, twenty points is twenty points.”
“I demand a rematch.”
“Are you doing anything tomorrow night?”
“No.”
“Then it’s on,” he said. You laughed at his attempt at a mischievous grin--he just looked like his giddy self to you, as usual.
You raised your eyebrows. “Deal. Just remember--you asked for it!”
You both laughed as you reached the door to his apartment.
"This is me,” he said--your little inside joke every time you walked home together. Of course it was his place. Even if you couldn’t hear May having a loud phone conversation through the door, you had walked here enough times to be able to find the right door with your eyes closed.
“I had fun! I’ll see you tomorrow then. Want me to just meet you here again?” you said.
“Yeah that’s perfect as long as it works for you,” he said quickly.
“Yep!”
“Okay,” he had one foot in his door and you had taken one step back before he turned toward you again.
“Make sure you text me so I know you’re home safe.”
“Okay,” you giggled at the other inside joke.
You waved your final goodbyes as he entered his apartment and you retreated to the stairs. It was late out, so you were mindful of your footsteps on the creaky staircase.
You reached the next floor up and made it into your apartment without so much as encountering another human being. Your text went through to Peter less than a minute later.
made it :)
Peter was already lying in complete darkness when his phone glowed to life. He smiled and replied with a thumbs-up. Then he rolled over and promptly fell asleep just moments before you did the same, except you did it still laughing at his amazing wipeout from earlier.
It was sweet of him to care really--who knows what kind of trouble you could find during the dangerous trek from one floor of your home building to another?