Hii Just Checking In To See How Youre Doing, Ive Noticed You Havent Been Active

hii just checking in to see how you’re doing, i’ve noticed you haven’t been active

hope you’re doing well <3

Thank you for asking; very kind and thoughtful of you. I hope you are, likewise, doing well.

I'm afraid Tumblr has taken a back seat for a short while so I can get some things sorted. The reading, writing, and reblogging I do miss so I hope to return soon. So many good works to read and blogs to follow and I miss seeing mutuals' stories and other content. So much talent and creativity and kindnesses!

Thank you again; you are very sweet!

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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*Hugs* It was perfect and I can picture Jake having just those types of images run through his mind and Venus lightening the worries each and every day.

Thanks Abby!

I've circled the block, switched to a different mask and am strolling back by your place to see if the candy bowl's empty and the lights off. If not and I can do round 2 of trick or treat...

Jake Hangdog Hangfire Hangup Hangnail Hangman Seresin may have a pearly white smile, but I suspect that occasionally he uses that smile to buy time so no one can see that he's rattled about something. So, my trick or treat ask is can you name a fear of Jake's, one that he keeps hidden pretty deep? (WIP snip, short explanation, pick your poison, etc)

He should be happy. The sight of those two pink lines should be a source of joy.

Instead, Jake feels dread.

It has formed a knot in the pit of his stomach, creeping up to his throat, like bile ready to spill at any moment.

He feels like he's eight again, in his bedroom as a pathetic attempt to hide himself from the argument taking place downstairs. He quickly learned the best way to block the yelling was in the closet. He'd take books, his Gameboy, a flashlight to pass the time.

Jake spent a lot of time in that closet. It was better than seeing the arguments in person. Better than watching a marriage self destruct. Not that it would ever be buried. In his small town, divorce still received eyebrow raises and snarky comments.

In his small town, it would take a death for two people to part.

And now, those damn pink lines were bringing it all back, clawing their way up from underground. What should have been one of the happiest moments of his life felt like a scene from a horror film.

"Jake?" He looked up to see his wife, his Venus, staring at him, waiting for a response.

He couldn't ruin this, couldn't let on that this was bringing more dread than happiness.

"Are you-is this okay?"

So he swallows the dread, the fear, the memories that shaped him. That famous smile appears on his face.

"Of course it is! This is amazing," he stands up to hug her. She wraps her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest.

For a moment, it's quiet, the only sounds in the kitchen are their breathing.

"You're not going to be like him. You're nothing like him."

Jake can feel the air in his throat restrict. All he can do is nod his head, too busy trying to will the tears away.

"I-I know," his voice is shaky, confidence gone. She tightens the grip on his waist, trying to steady her husband.

"You're not a thing like him. You're going to be a great Dad."

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

ANDREW GARFIELD

and his friend/stylist Warren Alfie Baker - Scarosso