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I want to be with you | pjj (teaser)

☆ summary : moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbour is Park Jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

☆ pairing: Park Jimin x female reader

☆rating: 18+

☆genre: strangers (fan) to friends to lovers, idol!au; fluff, some slight angst, smut

☆warnings: mention of cheating, asshole jimin for a few moments, a tiny little bit of jealousy, alcohol consumption, throwing up, oral sex (female receiving), edging, fingering, badly written dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it babes), slightly dom! jimin, reader is shy and awkward and might give you a little bit of secondhand embarrassment, sad love confession

☆word count: 31.9k words (oops lmao)

☆a/n: I've started writing this a while ago and felt like posting for a long time but couldn't convince myself to do it. Started reading some of @taegularities fics and rid really inspired me to start posting again so here's to nothing (thank you rid for giving me the courage to do something I used to love again <3)

☆a/n pt 2: this is one of my first ever moodboards, so please don't be too harsh haha (I am aware it's not great, I have literally no talent in editing pictures and doing collages lmao)

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"What did you just do?"

"I kissed you..."

"Do it again."

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Coming Friday, August 5

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Sooo I made a new tumblr, and I’m mostly going to be active on there for the people that’d be interested :)

There is also a slight possibility I might post a harrison fic on here....... if anyone feels like reading a 110k words slow burn that’s been sitting in my drafts for years haha

Hiii everyone (no one really cause I have no followers lmao)

I've created a whole new blog for my bts and stray kids fanfiction, I'm gonna start posting soon, just wanted to put something out there so the blog wouldn't be empty...

Might start with a hyunjin fanfic.... ;)

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Hey sooo

I haven’t been on Tumblr in ages. Like three years or so since I’ve posted something I wrote. I couldn’t write anymore because I lost my inspiration to write tom holland fanfiction back then, right as I slowly got out of the fandom, as it sometimes happens. Still love tom holland and the rest of them, I’m just not into him like I was before so I couldn’t really write anymore. I also focused on book projects I’ve had for a while, and optometry school has been a bitch too. Almost out of college now though, and I have more time to write sooo yeah haha.

Though I have no motivation for tom holland stuff, I’ve been a kpop stan for a couple of months now. It made me want to start writing fanfiction again. So, is there anyone on here that’d be interested in BTS or stray kids fanfiction? I already have some stuff written, but I don’t want to post into a void haha

Let me know if you’d be interested!!

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Hey sooo

I haven’t been on Tumblr in ages. Like three years or so since I’ve posted something I wrote. I couldn’t write anymore because I lost my inspiration to write tom holland fanfiction back then, right as I slowly got out of the fandom, as it sometimes happens. Still love tom holland and the rest of them, I’m just not into him like I was before so I couldn’t really write anymore. I also focused on book projects I’ve had for a while, and optometry school has been a bitch too. Almost out of college now though, and I have more time to write sooo yeah haha.

Though I have no motivation for tom holland stuff, I’ve been a kpop stan for a couple of months now. It made me want to start writing fanfiction again. So, is there anyone on here that’d be interested in BTS or stray kids fanfiction? I already have some stuff written, but I don’t want to post into a void haha

Let me know if you’d be interested!!

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Hey sooo

I haven’t been on Tumblr in ages. Like three years or so since I’ve posted something I wrote. I couldn’t write anymore because I lost my inspiration to write tom holland fanfiction back then, right as I slowly got out of the fandom, as it sometimes happens. Still love tom holland and the rest of them, I’m just not into him like I was before so I couldn’t really write anymore. I also focused on book projects I’ve had for a while, and optometry school has been a bitch too. Almost out of college now though, and I have more time to write sooo yeah haha.

Though I have no motivation for tom holland stuff, I’ve been a kpop stan for a couple of months now. It made me want to start writing fanfiction again. So, is there anyone on here that’d be interested in BTS or stray kids fanfiction? I already have some stuff written, but I don’t want to post into a void haha

Let me know if you’d be interested!!

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honor and misdeed; Anthony Bridgerton

sham, pride and illicit affairs | fic masterlist

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

summary: he once corrupted your honor, you wonder if he’s got any left

playlist

word count: 8.6k

pairing: anthony bridgerton x reader

warnings: being a woman in the 19th century 

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I am so sorry this took so long, I went through a long writing hiatus but thank you for all the support I hope you enjoy this chapter, thanks for those who waited! 

Y/n could only figure out what would be read the next morning. It would come as no surprise to her how eloquent the writer would be to describe her tarnished reputation. The vigorous words she would use, exquisite vocabulary only to drop her to the ground, like glass, shattered upon for everyone to walk all over it.

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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OMG Dude, I just read drowned and omg it was so good and exactly what I was looking for. You're really good at writing angst. I cried SO badly and you have no idea how badly I needed that, I'm feeling so much lighter and relived rn, so thank you :D hope you have a wonderful day, byee

Wow you have no idea how happy that makes me (even though I made you cry haha I’m sorry). Thank you so much for saying that, you have no idea how much that means to me❤️ I have stopped writing a while ago as I don’t really have time anymore, but you make me want to start again😋 thank you💛

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Reblog if you are bisexual, pansexual, or asexual, if you support bisexuals, pansexuals, and asexuals, or

There’s no third, funny option, just the first two because it’s good to just support people because they deserve support.

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memories & misconceptions|tom holland

chapter one: right where you left me.  friends get married

↳ read here where Tom was before the wedding. (harry styles fic) 

I am so excited for this! As you all know PERENNIAL is ending but I’m beyond excited for this new fic, I hope you like it as much as me! Please comment and share!

This is a 2 fics in one, meaning I’ll write Tom’s fic and @erodasghosts​ will write a Harry Styles fic. It’s a choose your y/n, let’s say. The y/n for Tom will be named Thea on Harry’s fic, and Harry’s y/n is named Kat in this one. The stories are connected,  it’s a group of friends coming back to an old town.  story summary: After you were foolish enough to believe a summer would be followed by a romance, and that a friendship would become something more, you promised you’d never open up again. Not to Tom, at least. You’d keep your feelings in songs. And when everyone left, you were left with no choice but to stay on that old stupid town and build yourself a new life. So when Tom happens to be driving the perfect getaway car to escape the fantasy, you might be able to mend your friendship and perchance finally admit your true feelings for him.

chapter summary:  You became the girl who lives in delusion, who got frozen, who got stuck. Time went on for everybody else but now you’re a bride who you barely recognize. Forgotten and broken friends are back to see you walk into the perfect fantasy. If you can make it through, that is. 

pairing: band member! tom holland x y/n

friends to enemies to strangers to lovers  idiots to lovers

warnings: smoking, angsty, wedding  word count: 11.1k

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prologue next chapter

playlists: y/n | tom

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“Something old,  something new,  something borrowed,  something blue,  and a silver sixpence in her shoe.”

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A Royal Convenience || Tom Holland

| Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Epilogue |

Summary → When an alliance is made between England and France, you are sent away to marry the crown prince and heir to the British throne. Except both you and Prince Thomas despise each other at all odds, subjected to the hand of the monarchy and unable to stand each other.

AN → So that’s it! This is a shorter part, but it just seemed like the wholesome ending we all needed. I just want to say that I am so grateful for everyone who read “A Royal Convenience” because I would definitely not have been so motivated and encouraged to continue without you all :) This has been so fun and so refreshing, I hope I captured the enemies to lovers trope, as well as the period piece trope to the best of my abilities. If any of you have any ideas in mind for big series like this, let me know! I’m always open to suggestion and again—thank you <3 I hope you have all enjoyed.

Pairing(s) → Prince!Tom x Princess!Reader

Warnings → None

Word Count → 2.1k

7 Years Later

The baby girl stirred in her sleep, dressed in white with more hair than both Alexander or James had been born with.

You smiled a moment, gazing into the wooden bassinet and then looking up at the tiny distorted photograph on the dresser in the nursery. In the photo was you and Tom, taken just six months after your first son was born. Alexander was snug in your arms, he’d moved a bit so his face was blurry.

He inherited Tom’s previous title, becoming His Royal Highness, Prince Alexander of Wales. It was terrifying, really. You gave birth at nineteen, still feeling like a child yourself. His small hands and tiny button nose, the way he shared his father’s big brown eyes and as he aged you realized they had the same lopsided grin.

Still too young to fully understand all of his responsibilities, he knew one thing quite well. This was that he absolutely despised the stuffy and annoying things that came with being the heir to the British throne. He proved to be more studious and attentive, especially compared to his younger brother. He learned how to read very easily and appreciated the appraisals you’d give him.

James was much more mischievous, he’d clearly taken after Harry and Sam. When he was born, Alexander was only two. He’d become His Royal Highness, Prince James, Duke of York. He resembled you more, but had his father’s curly brown hair and curious eyes. This translated over to his knack for getting into trouble, whether that be his way of hiding things or running from the staff.

Nothing pleased him more than getting out of his lessons and causing any and all of the disruptions he could. Nonetheless, his ability to jump around and cause a ruckus seemed to always make someone laugh or smile. You and Tom both decided before you had children that they’d be allowed to actually be children. Prince or not.

So now, you stared down at your newborn daughter whom you and Tom had agreed to give the name Margaret. Her eyelashes fluttered, her mouth twitching as she dreamt. Giving a crooked smile, you felt whole. Like everything in your life meant something bigger than yourself.

Receiving the title Her Royal Highness, Princess Margaret, Princess Royal. She was but a few weeks old, her little fingers pawing at the fabric of the dress. She was the first little girl born into the family in decades, shocking nearly all of London when the palace issued the announcement of her birth.

“Alright, love?” A voice sounded, turning around you saw Tom.

He leaned into the doorway of the nursery, coming into the room a second later and approaching the bassinet. He looked down at her in contentment, smiling softly as he lowly said something to her.

“Mar,” he cooed, using the nickname he’d given her when she was born.

She looked a lot like Alexander when he was a baby, but at the same time had her own unique features that resembled ones of your brother Louis. Tom was clearly completely lost in her sweet sleeping state, murmuring to her a bit and looking back over to you.

“Everyone’s in the drawing room,” he said, reminding you about the dinner you’d orchestrated.

“Alright, we should head down then.”

Already dressed for a formal meal, you stepped back from Margaret and took Tom’s arm. The woman who was in charge of looking after her in the nursery came in as you left, curtsying and going to tidy some things up within the room.

Heading out into the hall, both of you took the familiar route through the palace. One that you’d grown all too familiar to in the passing years. And in some places scattered throughout the palace, paintings of you had gone up. A few of you and Tom, some of you with Alexander and James.

“You look lovely, Y/N,” Tom complimented.

He took you by the hand and spun you a time or two, both of you falling into a fit of hysterical laughter a moment later. It was times like these where you knew you would both always find a way to express your youthfulness and maintain that childish side of yourselves.

“Someone’s got to be the better looking of the two of us,” you teased jokingly.

“You know, I’ve changed my mind—you look quite like Uncle Sussex in that dress.”

“Really? Because that was exactly what I was going for,” you giggled as the staff brought Nicola, Harry, Sam, and Paddy out of the drawing room first.

A few minutes later, you and Tom took your seats at the familiar table. He sat at the head of the table, you on his right. The boys sat close, beside Harry was his new bride called Katherine. Harrison sat beside Harry, but on his other side was your dear Charlotte. He and Lottie had gotten married only a year or two after you.

Paddy was now not so small, nearly the same age as Tom when you were engaged. To you, he would always be that small little boy that you’d taught how to play piano. His bright smile remained, the look of curiosity and wonder as well.

“The christening was beautiful,” Nicola remarked, bringing up the event from last weekend. “And Margaret looked so much like Thomas at his, I remember it like it was yesterday—“

“Mum, please,” Tom bashfully laughed. “How about we talk about something less humiliating.”

Since King Dominic had died, conversations at the dinner table had become a lot less stuffy and silent. It was rare that the whole family had a meal together, usually it was only you and Tom. Much to everyone else’s dismay, you both bucked tradition and often ate with the boys. They were little, and most definitely not the most proper yet, but they were children—they were your children.

Dinner progressed, small talk was made and everyone seemed to be getting along nice. Charlotte spoke affectionately about the birth of their daughter Augusta, Harrison staring at her almost encapsulated.

Nicola seemed genuinely happy in where her life turned out, it saddened you to know that she was so alone, though. All of her children had moved out and moved on, none of them needing constant care and assistance. She seemed content with being able to spend so much more time performing royal duties as well as being with her grandchildren.

Once the meal ended, everyone departed quite soon after. One thing that had changed over the years was the ability for the boys to hang around and drink into the late hours of the night. Tom would occasionally have wine or whisky, but he had left his old habits in the past for the most part.

“Harry seems very happy,” you smiled at Tom while you made your way back to your chambers. “He’s got that honeymoon glow to him.”

“Did I have a honeymoon glow?” He laughed, looking over at you.

“We hardly got a honeymoon, actually—I’m quite certain we got twelve hours.”

Tom laughingly bumped your side with his own. Throwing his arm over your shoulder, he was saying something about how he would be perfectly happy pretending like you were on your honeymoon tonight. You rolled your eyes, halting for a moment and getting in front of him. Staring him in the eyes, you took both sides of his face gently and kissed him softly.

“So is that a yes?”

“Oh do shut up, Tom,” you snickered.

He continued joking all the way back to your bedroom, throwing the doors open and watching him flop down onto the bed. You shook your head playfully, carefully removing the tiara from atop your head and staring into the mirror.

Tom came up behind you a moment later, pulling each of the individual pins from your hair and letting it fall out of the updo. Now down, he looked at you in your entirety. His fingers going to the clasp of your necklace and laying it down.

“I love you,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder.

“I love you too, Tommy.”

Helping you unlace the corset, he nimbly undid the back and started to help you out of all of the layers. Candlelight burning brightly, you couldn’t help smiling to yourself over the utter happiness you felt in the moment.

He pulled the nightgown over your head, the thin white fabric falling to your ankles. Flattening your hair, you watched him pull his overcoat off and change from the formal attire into a white tunic and loose pants to sleep in. His hair was all over the place, face illuminated in yellow from the flickering candles.

“Are you tired?” You asked, watching him look up and shrug.

“Not particularly, I suppose. Why?” He replied, leaning against the desk as you gazed towards him.

“Think the children are asleep? Thought we could go into the parlor for awhile, I’ve barely seen them today.”

“I’ll get the boys, you get Margaret?” He questioned, pulling a boyish grin.

Without much talking after that, you both finished up and turned down separate hallways. You turned up back in the nursery, noticing how Margaret was no longer asleep. Her eyes wide open, hands flailing about as she stared upwards at the ceiling.

“Mar, it’s mummy,” you whispered, pulling her into your arms and expressing gratitude to the servant standing by.

She didn’t fuss, gurgling as you brought her through the large hallways and into the familiar parlor. The moment you stepped through the archway of the door, James came over towards you in his white sleepwear.

He wrapped his arms around your legs, pulling at the fabric of your nightgown and mumbling something into your legs. Tom laughed, Alexander pulled into his lap by the fire. He had his forehead against his shoulder sleepily, eyes straining to stay open.

“The governess told me that Jamie tried to run off at a squirrel in the gardens today,” Tom stifled back a laugh. “Said she ran after him for ten minutes.”

You weren’t surprised, grinning at Tom’s endearing nickname for your son. James pulled away, running over to the piano a second later and pressing down on the keys harshly.

“Easy, Jamie,” Tom called out to him in a chuckle. “Margaret’s not developed a resistance to your very colorful playing yet.”

This made you laugh, watching him set Alexander down and stand up to go and sit beside James on the piano bench. He took his small hands in his own, gently pressing down on a few of the keys and allowing him to do it on his own.

Walking over to the small shelf of books you’d forgotten or accidentally left in the parlor during the days you’d come sit. Margaret still in your arms, gazing up at you while you browsed the few titles. You smiled to yourself when you noticed Jane Eyre, specifically the copy Tom had gifted to you on your first wedding anniversary. Inside on the first page was a short inscription:

For the next time someone has gone and stolen all of the Dickens from your library.

Happy Anniversary,

Tom.

You pulled the book out and held it in your free hand, walking over to where Alexander sat and settling by the fire. He was nearly asleep, laying his head in your lap and mumbling on about his lessons from earlier.

You brushed a few curls off his forehead, Margaret blinking a few times and seeming to settle down. Looking up, you watched James and Tom play the piano together. He would press and key and Jamie would follow after, both of them smiling while Tom said something to him.

He looked over at you, mouthing a quick ‘I love you’ and turning back to the instrument. Eyes going from Tom, to James, to Alexander, then Margaret, you stared at your husband and children. Opening the book and taking a breath, you began to read aloud.

“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner—”

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exosculation and repulsion; Anthony Bridgerton

sham, pride and illicit affairs | fic masterlist

part one | part two | part three | part four

summary: you once loved each other, you now loathe him

exosculation:  To kiss; especially, to kiss repeatedly or fondly

playlist

word count: 7.2k

pairing: anthony bridgerton x reader

warnings: they are so stupid, so stupid

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I am so sorry this took so long, however, thank you so much for the support, I hope you like this as much as I did! I am so excited about this! Thanks as usual to @erodasghosts for helping me out and aso shoutout to @badhollandfluff who basically gave me some of the ideas thank her :)

From Lady Whistledown’s society papers: 

It is a truth universally acknowledged that jealousy is the one disease that will remain incurable for all eternity. Jealousy has other side effects, disdainful and haughty side effects. Which often are associated with one’s most dreadful traits, traits which only grow when jealousy takes power inside us. 

Jealousy is often nothing but a response as to when we see a threat of someone stealing what we believe to be ours. To be foolish enough to believe men are to own a woman’s broken heart is what makes men most unreliable. 

Jealousy expands and grows in our body until it takes complete control and we are pushed to be fools, and Anthony Bridgerton proved it to us yesterday’s morning. Do not be fooled, readers, for the Featherington’s ungraceful taste was not what caught the Viscount’s attention. To see the two oldest Bridgertons strutting on a fine morning was but a diversion for this humble reader’s eyes. 

It is lamentable, even for the Viscount’s reputation, to use a woman’s heart to try and fracture another’s. Though I know the Featherington sisters were enthralled, and I am most deeply sorry to be the one to disprove their fantasy, I must stress this: Anthony Bridgerton was only a cretin who was trying to scathe Miss Y/N’s heart after seeing that Miss Y/N was walking with the man whom she is promised to. 

 I must say that I applaud Miss Y/N for the way she handles the situation. Miss Y/N’s greatest strength isn’t her beauty or her various talents that are frequently smudged in conversations, I admire your kindness, Miss Y/N. Because even when you were rattly aware the Featherington Ladies were but a travesty to wound you, you were nothing but gentle. 

I find it rather incomprehensible, and I would like to be corrected if I’m wrong, but I cannot interpret and reason how a rake like the vain Lord Bridgerton would deserve the affection of a lady like Miss Y/N? 

Perhaps, this author knows little about love, but I must point out that though the Bridgerton brothers are the most coveted bachelors this season, I would look before I leapt for giving one’s heart to a dented hand will only bring us pain.

I am, however, glad to announce, the Duchess Daphne of Hastings, our very own exhibit of true love, has finally decided to arrive to celebrate the season along with her husband. She may be glad to know that her family has made sure to remain as relevant as she made it just last season. We are enchanted to receive her, are we not? 

I would certainly pay to see her reaction once she finds out her eldest brother has been meddling around. And for all we know, Daphne was never fond of Miss Y/N. There is a show coming, readers, so I would sit down and enjoy it.  

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Misapprehension & passion ; anthony bridgerton

sham, pride and illicit affairs | fic masterlist

read part one here read part two here 

summary: you once loved him, you want to hold his hand, you wonder if he’d hold it back. 

word count: 7.6k (sorry I like writing)

pairing: anthony bridgerton x reader

warnings: angsty fluff, smut (it’s very light, nothing too explicit honestly but f you don’t wanna read skip the * *) Lady Whistledown, 

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read part one here  read part two here

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Okaaaay so thank you so much for your support! I can’t believe the response this had! I’ve had so much fun writing this and I am super thrilled you liked it!  I hope you like this one! Feedback comments and reblogs are highly accepted! 

Hands often talk too much whether we want them or not, hands offer the truth. To lie with the truth is a very dangerous game. One bone crushing game, that gets to the core, and burns the soul until it is sunk into a cold lake to freeze out the injury. 

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pride and limerence; anthony bridgerton

sham & pain ii

read part one here

summary: you once loved him, you try to convince yoursef you don’t anymore, will you go past your own pride? 

limerence: the state of being infatuated.

word count: 7.1k (sorry I like writing)

pairing: anthony bridgerton x reader

warnings: flashbacks in italics slightly angsty, Anthony is a little shit but you’re gonna love him, but you’ll hate him, implicitly

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Wow okay so I didn’t expect to have any notes but you guys loved it so here’s the second part and I’m so happy!!! Thank you so much!! I hope you like this one as much as I liked it! Special thanks to @laurieteddy​ for your support and kindess you rule

Anthony had the liberty to say his heart had been shattered twice, hence why he had turned so cold now. However said liberty would not be of use, for he would never admit to anyone he had ever held his heart to be used. 

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My heart I can’t -

Of course I wanted to be tagged but I never expected it to make me feel so deprived of the only thing I wanted (why are they so bitchy I-) and yet only want more of it🥺🥲

sham & pain.|anthony bridgerton.

summary: you were once courted by him, you rejected him with good reason. But now, you see him again. 

 “Shall I warn them you tend to leave amidst the dance?” 

word count: 5.9k (sorry I like writing) 

pairing: anthony bridgerton x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of scandal. Lady Whistledown. 

I know this is not what I usually write. I had to get it out of my system. Thanks to @laurieteddy for being an angel and supporting me with this. Anyway please tell me if you want a part two, if it sucked, if you liked it. Anyways, enjoy! 

“There is absolutely no amount of guilt able to change the past, and no amount of worry able to change the future.” Read the most recent copy of Lady Whistledown.

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teacher!tom

pairing: teacher!tom x teacher!reader

summary: your colleague is insufferable, really. the way he’s so cocky, so lenient with his students, so nonchalant, so attractive with no effort whatsoever––you hate him, really.  

warnings: smut near the end + this is really long fyi 

notes: this literally came out of nowhere, i thought about it before i fell asleep last night and luckily i remembered it today. i was kinda hesitant to write it out and post it but here we are! 

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