Really??!! Oh I Am So Happy To Hear This!!!! I've Been Looking Forward To It Ever Since I First Read

Really??!! Oh I am so happy to hear this!!!! I've been looking forward to it ever since I first read it but figured it had to be back burnered for a variety of reasons so wasn't expecting any news and so how wonderful to hear he's still in the works!

Golden Hour

Pairing: Professor!Peter Parker x F!Reader

Summary: You are a graduate student working on your master's in journalism to get your dream job. Your adviser convinces you to take a beginner photography class to boost your resume, even though you swear you don't have an artistic bone in your body. Turns out, your professor, Peter Parker, is charming, patient, and handsome. Will something else develop in class besides film?

Warnings: Eventual highly inappropriate professor-student relationship, but no significant age gap, reader is already an established journalist looking to get her master's degree. Each chapter will have individual warnings. This chapter is pretty tame aside from some curse words and mention of wine consumption.

Author's Note: I have crawled out of my depression pit and I bring you this! Many thanks to @loveroftoomanyfandoms for beta reading! Divider by @firefly-graphics

Chapter One: Syllabus Day

“I have got to start using that gym membership,” you panted as you continued hauling yourself and your backpack up the second of four flights of stairs to your class. You weren’t sure what possessed you to sign up for an 8am class on the fourth floor of a building with only a freight elevator, but here you were regretting it. You finally reached your floor and took a moment at the top of the stairs to catch your breath before going to find your classroom. 

“At least today is syllabus day,” you thought as you took a seat towards the back of the classroom. 

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Mr. Baker and Mr. Garfield out here showing everybody how it's done.

ANDREW GARFIELD

and his friend/stylist Warren Alfie Baker - Scarosso

Bwahahaha! Peter is SO not fooling anyone and it is so adorable. I love that he is the scarecrow, Dorothy’s first friend in Oz (after she set off on the yellow brick road). And the scarecrow being the one w/o a brain; perfect for smart Peter Parker. Too funny!! Scarecrow had some wise words in the film’s screenplay and Dorothy told him prior to returning to Kansas that she would miss him most of all. I suspect Reader would sure miss Peter, too. Thank you so much for writing a lovely Halloween story with Teacher!Peter and Reader. Can’t wait to find out how the move goes!

Mastermind

Summary: You and Peter “accidentally” wear matching Halloween costumes (part of the teachers au)

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“Fucking great,” you mutter as you finish reading your latest email informing you that the delivery of your new furniture was being pushed back by a day. 

A day means everything when you're moving, for you it means that either you’d have to ask someone to wait at your new apartment to sign for the delivery while you were back at your current apartment with the movers you hired or you’d have to find a way to magically split yourself into two. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose, scouring your mind for someone you know was free this Saturday. A lot of your friends worked on the weekends, Johnny was visiting his sister out in Long Island, and MJ was going to be here, at school, finishing the set for the upcoming school musical.  

A sigh escapes your lips as you stand from your chair and smooth your dress out, you’ll just have to figure it out later, you think to yourself as you open the door and wedge the door stopper into place, the heels of your shoes clicking as you do so. 

The period was over and the hallways began flooding with the sea of students heading to their next class. You waited by your desk as your students began trickling in, making sure to greet each one and encouraging them to grab a few pieces of candy from the skeleton sitting at the front of the room that your honor’s class affectionately named, Bill Beanie the Meanie. 

You gave the stragglers a few minutes to make their way there before shutting the door, “First and foremost, Happy Halloween,” you say with a radiant smile, pausing for a second as your words were being echoed back to you, “As you know today also marks the end of the fairytale origins unit, meaning that your final papers are due today–most of you have already turned yours in online but for those of you who haven’t, you have until tonight to do so.” 

You walk over and power on the smartboard, “I posted a poll on Google Classroom for you guys to vote on which movie we watch today. Questions? Comments? Concerns?” 

Several hands shoot up into the air, “Yes, Savannah?” 

“Do you enjoy being the grim reaper of people’s childhood?” 

“I do, thank you for asking,” your voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Miss L/n? Did you and Mr. Parker plan this?” A student asks aloud.

You tilt your head at his questions, “Plan what?” 

“Your costumes,” a string of students answered.

“Our costumes? Mr. Parker dressed up this year? What is he?” The excitement in your voice was apparent. 

“He’s a scarecrow, these girls– I don’t know their names but I think they’re in your third period, they were talking about it at lunch, they figured that he was the one from the movie since you’re Dorothy,” another student adds. 

“Well, I can confirm that it wasn't planned,” you tell them trying your best to conceal your joy

as you made your way to the door to look through the tiny window trying to see if you could catch a glimpse of him. 

You let out the faintest gasp when he walked into your line of vision, they were right Peter was a scarecrow, and by the looks of it, he was the scarecrow. “Vote on the movie, I’ll be right outside,” you announced to the class, before opening the door and holding it closed behind you as you stepped out into the hall and waved to Peter. 

There’s a rather mischievous look on his face as he stands in his doorway, a stuffed Cairn Terrier under his arm, “Toto, I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore,” he says, glancing at the plush. 

“You’re such a liar! You said you weren’t going to dress up,” you whisper loudly, a beaming smile on your face as you focus on the details of his costume, eyes darting from the burlap hood and peaked hat to the rope cinching his green shirt at the waist to the patchworked pants and pieces of straw sticking out. 

“It was a last-minute thing,” he states, shrugging his shoulders. 

You shake your head at him, “No way…the quality of your costume looks too good to be–”

“How come you weren’t at lunch today?” He asks, cutting you off. 

“Careful there, Parker, it almost sounds like you missed me,” you tease. 

“Yeah right,” he says with a scoff, “But seriously, what’s up? You haven’t left your room all day.”   

You peer over your shoulder and see your students chatting among themselves, “I’ll tell you later, I promised my kids we’d watch a movie of their choice today,” you say to him, cracking open the door just enough for you to slip in. 

—

There’s a smug look on MJ’s face as you and Peter walk past her about to get into her car, “You two off to see the wizard?” 

You could see Peter smile out the corner of your eye as you giggle and nod your head at her question. 

“Who suggested the matching costumes?” She asks, her eyes flickering from you to Peter. 

You were about to respond and tell her that wasn't the case but stop yourself from speaking when you see Peter mouth the words ‘shut up’ to her. 

Her gaze immediately shifts to meet your eyes, it was almost like she could see you connecting the dots, “No one did, I didn’t even know what she was going until I saw her,” Peter replies, his words rushed, a hint of panic 

“Well isn’t that a fun coincidence!” MJ says, a smirk spreading across her face, her eyes still fixed on you, ‘I know, you know’ is what they tell you. 

You nod in agreement, “Very fun…anyway we should probably get going, I gotta pack the last of my boxes.”  

“Boxes?” You hear Peter ask behind you as you bring MJ into a hug, “Traitor,” you whisper to her. “I have no idea what you're talking about,” she whispers back before pulling away and responding to him, “Yeah? She’s moving–I thought you told him?” 

“I was going to go on our walk, but yeah I’m moving, this weekend actually…it’s why you didn’t see me today–I’ve been emailing back and forth with the company that’s supposed to deliver the furniture I bought to and for my new apartment. They were supposed to come Saturday morning and assemble everything but now they’re coming on Sunday and are only delivering the furniture and the worst part about it is that the time window is so wide– twelve hours, Pete, twelve– from eight in the morning to eight in the night and I’m supposed to be there to sign for it but I’m going to be at my current place with the movers in the morning and I don’t want to take the risk of having no one there and getting that fucking ‘sorry we missed you’ note so now I have to find someone to wait there until I get over there with the movers just in case they come early but everyone’s busy on the week–” 

“I could do it.” 

“What?” 

“I could do it–I could wait at your new place for the delivery.”

“Are you sure Pete? You don’t have to–”

“Yes, I’m sure, I’m the one offering to help,” he reassured you. 

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the stressful weight of the situation being lifted off your shoulders. You take a step towards him, "Is it okay if I hug you?"

He doesn't say anything, instead, he moves to bridge the gap between you two, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest.

You lean further, allowing yourself to melt in his hold before snaking your arms around his waist. "This is nice," he says swaying the two of you ever so slightly from side to side.

"You're nice," you manage to mumble out before you both jump and pull away at the loud blare of a car horn.

A loud laugh can be heard as MJ rolls down the passenger side window, "I'll see you lovebirds later!" she exclaims before pulling out of her spot and driving down the street, leaving both you and Peter frozen in place trying to hide your flushed faces from each other.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

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I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Thanks to the lovely @sincericida we have a panorama of thespian talent on display. Hats off to those who provide us with stage and screen professional insight and delight us with their range of human emotions and portrayals of characters. What a year it's been and so much to look forward to in 2024.

ANDREW GARFIELD

moderating a screening of "All of Us Strangers" tonight in the UK with Claire Foy, Andrew Scott, and Andrew Haigh.

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Sweet ending for a great story that I've enjoyed from start to finish! Will have to contemplate a little before spamming the inbox with a long list of questions, but it's been quite a journey for Peter and Angel. Thank you for sharing their world with us readers.

The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Epilogue: Not Another Envelope

Summary: We say goodbye to our favourite couple in a similar manner we said hello to them, with an envelope on the dining room table, a secret hidden inside.

Warnings: 18+ Only, genre typical content, references to the demise of characters in previous chapter, fluff, a surprise, implied smut, daddy/mommy kink (if that doesn't give away the surprise I don't know what will)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: The final authors note *begins weeping*. This is it, the end. I have had the most wonderful time writing this series and sharing it with you all. A big thanks to @sincericida and @tarzinnia for your continued support and reblogging and leaving your thoughts all over this series, they honestly kept me going and helped so much. Another big thanks to @liz-allyn if it wasn't for your Sugar + Vice series inspiring me, Angel would never have happened. I hope this Epilogue ties up this series in a nice bow for everyone and we can all go away with a fuzzy feeling in our tummies with hope for the future. I will be having a Q & A session to wrap up any final questions and talk further about all our favourite bits in the series, so be sure to fill up my inbox with your Q's and best bits. And before anyone asks as we haven't come back to him in a bit, Miles is doing good. His leg healed and Angel moved him to work more on F.E.A.S.T operations full time. He is very happy and healthy. Anyway, let's say goodbye shall we.

EPILOGUE

She hadn’t felt this nervous since she had first walked back into this house 10 months ago. Her stomach turned as she tried to breathe deeply and keep calm. ‘I can do this,’ she thought to herself, as she crouched down to check the food in the oven for the 5th time in the last 10 minutes.

“Come on Pete, where are you?” she muttered as she tapped her foot absentmindedly on the harlequin tiled kitchen floor.

After everything had happened there had been quite a few changes. They had left Hobie in charge of cleaning up as they went on a well needed second honeymoon. Peter had hired a yacht for them to sail around the coast of Italy for two weeks; of course stopping off in the little town she had lived in for the near three years they were separated, so that Angel could introduce her husband to Maria and her magic meatballs.

When they came back Peter signed the entire business over to Angel. There was a small amount of teething room, Peter playing mediator between allies as he announced the change in management; but given her family history, most of them were satisfied with the change.

With Angel now in charge of the business, Peter started going back out in the suit. He’d occasionally help out with paperwork or running certain errands, especially when it came to the Huntsman and F.E.A.S.T, but mostly spent his days patrolling the city and helping keep it crime free (well apart from his wife’s business that was).

They had sold her Father’s old house and everything inside it for a hefty amount, which they donated to the city to help with the clean up after the explosion down in Chinatown. They also gave payouts to the local businesses that had been affected as both a thank you for helping during the blast; but also apologise for the inconvenience of it all. The new centre had been reopened two months ago, with a special ribbon cutting from the city’s one and only Spider-Man, and had been thriving again ever since.

Peter had been worried about donning the suit again. Worried what everyone would think after all this time. But if the gang fighting had provided one thing, it was the city’s need for a hero. A need to hope once more. And nothing said hope apparently like a guy in red and blue spandex swinging through the city- much to George Stacy’s dismay.

They had started going to couples counselling once a week so they could talk through all their lingering issues. The Felicia thing. Their issues with her Dad. The forced three year separation. There was still a long way to go, but talking about it with a mediator helped.

Harry’s body was found in a freezer inside a storage container that was offloaded in Belfast Ireland three months after the night at the warehouse. Toomes’ body, which had been dumped in the river, was never found.

She checked the oven again as she chewed on her lip. She wasn’t even sure she was gonna be able to stomach this, despite having spent the last hour and a half cooking it. There came a thud from upstairs. He was home. She closed her eyes, taking one last deep breath in, before she began to take the chicken out of the oven.

“Mmmm, smells good Mrs Parker.” his voice rang out as he ran downstairs. 

“You better not have just left your suit dumped on the floor up there.” she chastised as she began plating up the food.

“Of course not.” he said with a sheepish grin as he came and wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing a kiss on her cheek. She knew him too well.

“Can you put the cutlery on the table?” she asked as she turned her head to give him a kiss on the lips, her stomach doing butterflies, she thought she might vomit.

“Yeah of course, no problem.” he said, patting her hip before he moved to slide open the cutlery drawer, humming to himself as he went.

She braced herself against the edge of the counter as she heard him make his way over to the table. There was the sound of metal hitting the wooden table as he began to place the cutlery down, still humming away, until he wasn’t. There was a pause before he spoke.

“Baby, what’s this?” he said, lifting an envelope off of the table. Peter grew nervous, the moment feeling all too familiar.

“Sit down.” she said, as she finally turned to face him, the food now sitting forgotten on the counter.

Peter didn’t move. “Baby, what is this?” he pressed her. He saw the frozen look of terror on her face and his stomach lurched as he raced to open it, fearing the worst. He pulled out the paperwork inside, scanning over it confused. “Angel, what is-”

“I’m pregnant.”

Peter stared at her. The longer the statement hung in the air, the more confident she grew as she slowly stepped across the room towards him. “You’re?” Peter couldn’t even say the word. He tried but it didn’t feel real on his tongue. She just nodded as she reached a hand out to his hip, the other pointing at a particular box on the page that said ‘positive’.

“I’ve known for a few weeks now.” she tried to explain. “I didn’t want to say anything until I’d had it confirmed by the doctor. I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“That really bad food poisoning you had. I thought it was from the Thai food we had, but I ate the same thing and I was fine and-” he rambled as he tried to put all the signs together he knew he should have gotten.

“Pete?” She said his name tentatively.

“And then last Sunday when you fell asleep on May’s sofa in the middle of the afternoon. I thought you were just tired from work-”

“Peter.”

“Oh and when we went out for breakfast the other week, you had mushrooms on your breakfast. You hate mushrooms-”

“Peter!”

“What?”

“Does this mean you’re okay with it?” she asked sceptically.

“Okay with it? Okay with it. Why wouldn’t I be okay with it!” He beamed as he suddenly wrapped her in his arms. “We’re having a baby!” He said excitedly. “I’m gonna be a Daddy- oh!” he said as a realisation hit him. “This means I get to start calling you Mommy.”

“No. Nope!” she squealed and giggled as he held her tightly, turning his head to gently gnaw at her skin like he was trying to eat her.

“Fine, fine.” he said as she finally broke free of his arms. “But I know you’ve been itching to call me Daddy for years.”

“Noooo.” she giggled, but she knew he had her pegged.

“Yeeesss.” he dragged out the word with an exaggerated smile.

“I’m not gonna say it.” she giggled as he began to chase her round the lower section of the house.

“Oh yes, you are.” he joked, stalking her as she moved around the kitchen island.

“Pete, the dinner.” she tried to reason.

“I don’t care. Not until you say it.”

“Noo!” she squealed as she made a run for it, narrowly slipping past him and running into the living room.

“Oh you’re gonna say it.”

“No.”

“Say it!” he called out as he lunged for her, wrapping his arms around her and wrestling her gently to the floor, pinning her with his body. She laughed. “Say it.” he said again as he looked down at her.

“Fine.” she huffed in defeat. “Can we go eat dinner now Daddy?” she cooed in her most sultry voice.

He moved his head from side to side as if he were thinking about it, before saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Mommy, my dinner’s right here.” He gave her a devilish smile before shimmying his body down so his face was the same height as her crotch.

“Noo! Peter!” she squealed in delight, pretending to push him away as his fingers reached for the waistband of her trousers, her giggles ringing out throughout the house.

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