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peter parker

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a spider's web by anika

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[duskholland]

imagine prof!tom picking up drunk reader from a frat party and taking care of her...swoon

i think drunk pickup from a party might be one of my favourite tropes :’) thank u <3

prof!tom fever night

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The front lawn of the frat house is full of discarded solo cups, and as you sit in the grass, the blades are cool against your legs. You play around with the strands, pulling a few out with blurry fingers as you laugh softly to yourself. Time passes by quickly, interrupted only by a large shadow falling over your figure. You squint as you look up, tilting your head to the side as your tired eyes take in the person.

“Darling.” It’s Professor Holland—Tom, your boyfriend—, drowning in a hoodie. It’s a light lilac colour and he’s paired it with some grey jeans. He’s wearing an amused smile as he raises a hand in greeting. “Why are you sitting out here?”

You accept his hands, glad for his steady grip as you go stumbling to your feet. You’re very drunk. The frat party had been amazing for the first few hours, but as soon as the clock passed 3am, you’d started to flag. Now you’re tired, delirious, and ready for bed.

“Too hot in there,” you reason, winding your arms around your boyfriend’s neck. His features float in front of your eyes, his gaze kind and full of amusement. “It’s cold out here.”

“That’s most definitely true.” Tom reaches up and cups both of your cheeks, frowning when you sigh contentedly and nuzzle into his warm palms. “You’re freezing, Y/N,” he scolds, eyebrows furrowing. “You need to take care of yourself.”

“I did,” you complain, pouting. “You said to call you if I needed anything. So I did.”

Tom coos, then leans forward to softly kiss you. His lips linger there for only a second, but it’s enough to warm you up from the inside out.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. A moment passes then he squeezes your cheeks and steps back, wrapping an arm around your waist and walking with you down the long path. “I’ll take you home.”

“To yours?” you ask, fluttering your lashes despite knowing he’s looking at the path and not at you.

“If you want, darling.”

“Yeah.” You giggle softly and reach up to mess with his curls. You accidentally knock his hood from his head, and Tom rolls his eyes as he quickly pulls it back off. “No,” you whine. “Keep it down, I wanna see your hair.”

He squeezes your waist. “I’m flying under the radar tonight, sweetheart,” he reminds you, voice low. “Wouldn’t exactly be the best look to be seen picking up one of my drunk students from a frat party, would it?”

You giggle as you totter down the street, recognising his car. “But that’s what you’re doing?”

Tom kisses your hand before opening the passenger’s side for you and helping you in. “Yeah,” he agrees. “But you’re not just any student, are you?”

You wait until he’s walked around the car and buckled into the driver’s side to respond. “Aren’t I?”

He rolls his eyes and leans across the console to kiss your forehead. “No,” he stresses, eyes dancing. “I love you. You know that.”

You smirk as you cross your arms over your chest, blearily happily. “Love you too, Tom,” you reply.

Tom takes you back to his. You try to stay on your best behaviour, but you’re still very drunk, and when you’re drunk, you’re annoying. He’s patient with you, but it brings you great amusement to watch his jaw tense from irritation as he sits you up on the bathroom counter and tries to wipe your makeup off, only for you to dodge out of the way each time.

“Stay still,” he mumbles, frowning. Finally, Tom manages to hold your chin, grasping gently as he dabs at your cheeks with a wet cotton pad. “There you go.”

You pout your lips at him. “Kiss?” you ask, smiling widely.

He sighs, then leans closer. “If I kiss you, will you stay still?”

You nod your head immediately. “Yeah,” you reply. “Promise.”

Tom quickly learns that the easiest way to get you ready for bed is by punctuating every movement with a kiss, and once he makes a routine of pressing his warm mouth to yours every few seconds, you’re a lot more compliant. Eventually, he’s convinced you to down a pint of water, change into one of his old oversized hoodies and move over to bed, your lips connected as you pull him down with you.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, easily and effectively pushing you back onto your side of the bed. He rolls over, briefly sitting up as he throws off his t-shirt and struggles from his jeans. “Time to sleep.” As soon as he’s back beside you, he wraps you in his arms and you snuggle into his chest.

Masked by darkness, a sudden, tipsy thought strikes you. “Wait… What were you doing when I called you?”

“Sleeping.”

Your eyes snap up, and you fail to find him in the darkness. Tom reaches up, warm palm cupping the back of your head until you’re soothed.

“Sorry,” you murmur, feeling a little guilty. “This was probably really annoying.”

His lips grace your forehead. “It wasn’t,” he promises. “I’d come out and get you any time of day, darling. I care about you.”

A happy sigh falls past your lips, and your eyes droop shut. “Thanks, Tom,” you murmur. “Love you.”

He kisses the top of your head again. “‘Course, darling. I’m going to the gym at 6, do you want me to wake you up before I go?”

You growl into his chest, only stopping when you hear him laughing. “Do you even love me?” you lament. “What kind of question is that?”

He squeezes your waist. “I love you,” Tom says, voice softer than a lullaby. “Get some sleep.”

Tom tugs you closer, and despite being able to feel the hangover ache building in your temples, you fall asleep with a smile on your face, his arms wrapped around you, and his lips coming over your forehead every few minutes.

[worldoftom]

b, tom’s hands are living in my mind rent free today. what should i do? 🤧🤧

Hmmmm 🤔 https://twitter.com/wtmlmama/status/1344319965613203456

[richardgloucesters]

also unpopular opinion...the white princess was better than the white queen (they’re both amazing tho...except for the spanish princess rkfhjgjgkg)

i personally have to give twq more credit, mostly because of its treatment of margaret beaufort. sure in twq she’s still this cartoonish, caricature of a villain, but at least you get to see what her motivations are – henry. yes, some of that is wrapped up in her own ambition (sssh!) but at least we get to see a few snippets of the love she has for him before she turns into the mother-in-law from hell that all pgregs female characters tend to morph into. i also thought twp’s coronation scene was so disappointing, though i guess for lizzie the emphasis was less on her coronation and more on her wedding and marriage. however the chemistry between jodie and jacob as eoy and h7? off the charts, they carried the show on their backs! i do have to slate twq for filming the battle of bosworth field in a forest though, that was... really something!

[asonofpeter]

year in review tag!

okay so i'm kinda late to this but imma still do it! Thanks for tagging me @geminiparkers and @blissfulparker much love to the both of you! 

first creation and most recent creation of 2020

the roommate agreement was my first work, and most recent is gender reveal party

one of your favorite creations from 2020

back in business, a mob!tom fic

a creation you're really proud of

my choice, a tom holland fic that meant a lot to me

a new style you tried this year and a fic that uses it

ahaha experimenting with kinks i guess? I got really kinky over the year (lol)

a creation that took you forever

what we used to be, it took me four months to finish and it was only supposed to take less than two months (procrastination at its finest) 

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes

oh wants and needs, that surpassed 1,000 notes and i’m so proud of that

a creation you think deserved more notes

definitely what we used to be, it was my second series and i was unbelievably proud of it, wish it got more notes, but thank you to the ones that loved it! 

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it

does the devil all the time fandom count?

a creation you made that breaks your heart

none broke my heart and i don't write angst cause my heart can't handle it (teehee)

a 'simple' creation that you really love

be safe, it was my first arvin fic that will always be in my heart

a creation that was inspired by another one

not quick, it was part 2 of be safe, very smutty

a favorite creation created by someone else

forever and ever by @t-holland2080, the undoing by @champangebucky, all you knead is love by @tinymalscoffee, and duplicity by @borntobewondering

some of your favorite content creators from the year

so many; @champangebucky @tinymalscoffee @geminiparkers @kelieah @marvelouspeterparker @peterbenjiparker @spideyspeaches @blissfulparker and so many more that i can’t think of rn

and for good measure, a couple more creation of yours that you love

pretty much any of my mob!tom fics, i love them all so much 

tagging: anyone i tagged and anyone else! 

[farfromparker]

it was the "yeah baby I'm here" for me

😭😭😭

[babybluebex]

14, 15, 24 :D

thanks chloe!!

14. favorite candle scent? i like earthy smells and my fav candle ever is sandlewood and bergamot yummy

15. what’s your ideal first date? movie night. go to their house and watch a movie (or a tv show). preferably a BAD movie so we can joke and rip on it the whole time :3

24. what makes you blush? literally everything but a specific is someone is flirting heavy with me but like sweet flirting not like overly suggestive flirting (cuz that’s cool but like gentle threats of cuddles makes me blush harder)

[katahnisharma]

just so you know i would totally read the next part of gone whenever you’d feel up to writing it ❤️ you’re super talented and one of the first tom writers i read. you even inspired me to start posting my own fics, so thank you ☺️

oh my god not me crying you are so sweet!! this means so much to me and i’m so glad and happy you started to post your own work and bless us with it ❤️

[blissfulparker]

rose hip tea...👀

Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kiss

I have yet to get it😅😭😅

[uglypastels]

fmk peter tom arvin

F - Arvin

M - Tom

K(iss) - Peter

> RANDON ASKS TIME

[duskholland]

ok imagine that you are always seeking tom out for cuddles when you're cold (even when he's in meetings), but then finding out that he keeps the mansion at a cold temperature on purpose just so that you always have an excuse to cuddle him alwaysssss im softtttt

this is such a cute idea I think my heart exploded when I wrote it :’)

—soft!mob!tom monday—

It’s perplexing, really. Given Tom’s wealth and his riches, you’ve never been able to figure out why his house is always so chilly.

You’re sure it never used to be like this. When you’d moved in over winter, it’d been warm - the mansion running warm due to a very complex heating system. Granted, even that had never been enough to keep you completely happy. Over January and February, you’d frequently found yourself trailing the corridors, searching for your boyfriend and his warm, warm arms. You’d made a bit of a habit of it even - somehow always ending up in his lap in the office, or sprawled across him in the study, clinging to his heat. Once spring had rolled around, you’d thought your case of the chills would stop, but no.

If anything, the mansion only feels colder now that it’s late spring. You’ve asked Tom about it before, only to be met with a suspicious level of reassurance from your boyfriend, who seems to flush every time you mention the heating situation. You’d learnt to drop it and deal with it, realising that it’s just one of those things that don’t quite make sense, and besides - there are far worse things to complain about than the temperature of your boyfriend’s mansion.

But you’re cold. It’s 4pm, and you are so cold, and there’s only one thing you can do to help the situation. Forget jumpers and extra layers - the only thing that ever manages to bring the warmth back to you is the feeling of Tom’s arms wrapped around you, so you set off on a mission, walking from the library in the general direction of his office.

Rocking back on your heels, you knock on the door, pulling the sleeves of your jumper down and holding them in the palms of your hands, your teeth almost chattering. After a moment, you hear the sound of Tom’s voice, drifting through the door as he calls out, “Come in!”

You slip into the room, raising a hand in greeting. “Hi,” you say, glancing around the office. Tom’s not alone - there are three other men settled in the chairs in front of his desk. Two of them you don’t recognise, but the third is Harrison, Tom’s best mate, and he smiles at you.

“Hi, darling,” Tom says. He pushes back from his desk, tossing down his pen as he stands up. His inquisitive eyes take you in, zeroing in on the way you’re rubbing at your arms, drowning in an oversized hoodie. “Are you cold again?” He asks, lips quirking into a soft smile.

You nod as you step forward, sinking into his hold easily. Immediately you sigh, your cheek pressing against the crisp white shirt that covers Tom’s chest. He runs hot, constantly, and whilst that can prove troublesome when it’s a warm evening, right now, there’s nothing you enjoy more than his body heat.

“Thanks,” you murmur. You bite your lip, remembering about the other people in the room, and reluctantly you pull away. Tom’s hands slip down to your waist, and he looks at you, eyes softly caressing the curves of your face. “I should let you-”

“Nonsense.” Tom pecks your cheek before taking your hand and leading you back over to the desk. As you’ve done a thousand times before, he slips into his seat and pulls you down with him. You settle in his lap, looping one arm around his neck, settling sideways over him as your other hand reaches out for his desk and picks up your book - your favourite book, which you keep in his office, for occasions such as these. “Comfy?” He asks.

You hum, enjoying the feeling of his hand holding your back and the warmth of his shoulder against your cheek. “Yeah,” you reply, biting your lip as you look up at him gratefully. “Thanks, baby.”

“Any time.”

Tom gets back to his discussion with his men, and you enjoy stealing his body heat as you rest in his lap, flicking through the pages of your book with ease. It’s relaxing, listening to the background hum of his voice, feeling the vibrations that shoot out from his chest as he speaks. Whenever the volume gets a little too high, you feel his eyes flicker over you, and then he corrects himself, lowering his voice and rolling a hand over your back in smooth apology. You’re like a well-oiled machine, so familiar with these late-afternoon snuggle sessions that they’re second-nature.

After about half an hour, the meeting seems to conclude, and the two men leave the room. When only Harrison remains, you bookmark your page and sit up a little straighter, looking over at your friend as he stares at you and Tom, an amused expression on his face.

“You’re both very funny,” Harrison says, standing slowly from the chair.

Tom wraps both of his arms around your middle, pulling you nearer protectively as he kisses your temple several times in quick succession.

“What do you mean?” You ask, amused. One of your hands shifts to rest in Tom’s hair, toying gently with his soft brown strands.

Harrison rolls his eyes. “Every day you end up doing this,” he says.

“Because it’s always so bloody cold in this house,” you reply.

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?” Harrison replies cryptically.

You furrow your eyebrows, sitting straighter. “What?” You say, looking around at Tom. When you see the sheepish look on his face, you furrow your eyebrows. “Tom, what is he talking about?”

“Harrison!” Tom grunts, a flash of irritation passing through his eyes when he looks at his right-hand man.

Harrison winces, throwing both of his hands in the air before rapidly walking to the door. “Bye,” he says, scurrying out before another word can be said.

You turn on Tom, pushing up from his lap and repositioning yourself so you’re straddling him, a leg hanging either side of his thighs.

“Tom?” You say, looking at him curiously. You cup his cheeks in your hands, smoothing a thumb through his ruffled eyebrow as you stare him down, a soft smirk on your face. “What’s Harrison talking about?”

Tom sags, biting his lower lip. His cheeks tickle pink, and he looks away as he mutters something incomprehensible.

“What was that?” You ask, grinning. It isn’t often you see him so bashful, so shy. Tom’s tender with you, always, but you’ve never seen his facade drop so low in his office like this. You coax him around, kissing him softly and slipping your hands back to his hair as you press your forehead to his. “What’s going on?”

Tom sighs.

“I might’ve got them to set the thermostat really low,” he mutters, “Because I like it when you come in and interrupt my meetings so we can cuddle.”

You just about melt, right there and then.

“Aww,” you coo, pouting softly. You run your hands through his hair, lifting your lips to kiss his forehead. “Mr Tough Guy likes his cuddles.”

Tom scowls, squeezing your hips. “I like your cuddles,” he counters, before bringing your lips together in a warm kiss. “You’re making me soft,” he whispers against your mouth.

You smile, pressing your nose to his. “Do you mind?”

Tom shakes his head. “Not at all.”

[bi-writes]

the first one or any of the peter parker yearbook photos. if u search peter parker yearbook photos on google images u should get clearer ones.

or this one if u wanna be mean. 🙃

[worldoftom]

b, look at his arms !!! i love arm 🤧

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please chloe i’ve been watching vids from the q&a’s for the past hour or so, and it’s so 🤧🤧🤧 that i cannot focus on anything else

[hollandsrecs]

if it's not too much trouble, any single parent recs?

finally done! it’s a bit short but hopefully you’ll find something you haven’t read ❤️

[richardgloucesters]

i just found ur blog and i love it !!! ahhh...also did u hear that starz will be coming out with a miniseries based on eleanor of aquitaine??? because yes i am excited (hopefully it’s better than the spanish princess tho ddihgfhjjgg)

this is so unbelievably sweet of you, thank you!💘 i heard about it a while ago and was mildly concerned to see its source material is alison weir – however! i’m excited about it too, i don’t know as much about eleanor as i’d like and it seems like a fun way to dip my toes in. i remember i always used to take out the same book about her from the library when i was little, mostly because we have the same name!! i figure it cannot be worse than the pgregs/emma frost tv universe and the hellscape that was the spanish princess, so we live in hope. it’d have to be really something to beat that. i haven’t seen anything about casting yet so i assume it’s still in its early stages? exciting nonetheless!

[farfromparker]

love the new theme btw !! purple + black >>

Thank you!!! I realized since Christmas is over I had to update and go back to my favorite purple icon