No Texting In The Library (t.m.r.)

no texting in the library (t.m.r.)

tom’s phone buzzed in his right pocket. looking around not wanting to disturb anyone he slowly pulled it out. the studying first and second years around him paid no attention, noses buried in their own work.

you have been added to a chat

the brown haired boy looked at his screen quizzically. then he waited.

he wouldn’t be able to know the members of the group until one of them sent a text.

malfoy: hey sisters

he let out an inaudible groan.

oh merlin not malfoy again. since tom’s transfer to hogwarts, him and lestrange have been trying to befriend him. well, abraxas did most of the harassing- uh talking. his buddy usually looked like he didn’t want to be there, and their third counterpart of the trio, (y/l/n) was always missing in action during these encounters. which was strange, because they were always together.

tom typed a question mark, but then erased it. he decided to play along.

meanwhile…

you slapped malfoy in the back of his head.

“ ‘hey sisters’ really?”

“well i’m sorry was i supposed to say ‘good evening.’ or something?” he sassed, rubbing the back of his head.

“well he wouldn’t have said that if someone just decided to talk to him.” lestrange said pointedly, turning the page of his book. you opened your mouth about to say some snarky remark, but decided against it. it would only sound like you were making excuses. he smirked at the victory.

“stop smirk-“

“Shhh! Shh!” malfoy interrupted, bringing his finger to your lips. “he’s typing, he’s typing.”

tom: hello

tom stared at the blue bubble he just sent. another buzz.

you: hey tom, excuse my buffoon of a friend

his eyes widened. you typed so fast he didn’t even see the typing notification. his cheeks got warm and heart began to race. he always thought you were cute since the time you two were paired up in potions. but he never pursued you, he thought you didn’t like him because you seemed to disappear whenever he was around, unlike your two friends that seemed to do just the opposite.

“did you really copy and paste that from your notes?” lestrange huffed, shaking his head.

“i was practicing if abraxas would say something stupid. which he did.”

“heyy…” the blonde fake pouted. the two of you stared at your phones, waiting.

“Rein say something.” the pair of you said in unison. the slytherin looked up from his page and at his housemates’ expecting faces. with a groan he pulled out his phone and typed.

lestrange: we should all hang out sometime

a loud “no!” shouts from the other side of the library, pulling toms attention from his screen. what indecent person makes such noise in a library?

“lestrange, you imbecile! why were you so direct?” malfoy whisper-yelled. in all honesty he was probably more upset than you were. he was a romantic, and mapped a diligent plan that ended in cornering you and tom in the chat, before leaving with reinhard.

“someone had to create a reason for them to see each other sooner or later,” lestrange shrugged, “and i just made it sooner.”

tom typed his response and immediately placed his phone face down on the table the moment he hit send. a loud whoop sounded from the same place across the library, tom’s queue to find a quieter place to study.

tom: it’s a date ;)

Exposing Riddle

summary: reader is in a silly goofy mood and annoys tom out of bored.

y’all idk what this is, its kind of all over but that’s just how i write, enjoy xx <3

you shut your book close, deciding to to a break from the novel. another love triangle, great. it’s all fun and games until she chooses the wrong person. you were a sucker for romantic stories, but it was cliche times like these where you could see where tom was coming from when he’d roast you and your literature selections.

“more garbage i assume.” he startles you, nearly causing the stack to slip from your hands. a knee goes up to instinctively catch them. but tom is quicker, smoothly removing the books from your hands and continues to walk alongside you.

“oh shut it riddle, not everyone gravitates toward expository text covering musty artifacts.” you retort, trying to hide your blushed cheeks. tom gave a small amused smile at your failure, ironically also trying to hide his reaction.

“yo tom” nose buried in the book resting on his slightly bent knees, he hums.

“tom. tommy. tomothy.” you called out hoping for a more interesting response, only to receive the same thing.

curious, you roll onto your back and sit up on the common room sofa, eyeing him.

crisp, ironed straight uniform, polished shoes, and not a curl out of place. of course. even sitting on the carpeted floor, back against the opposing sofa, he looked so elegant and perfect.

a ball of paper hits his forehead and lands onto the page he was reading. with the most blank expression on his face he looks up at you.

“yes?”

“i’m bored” he sighs patiently and returns to his book.

many wondered how the pair of you became friends. he seemed to not like spending much time with other people besides his slytherin boys, but their relationships felt very business like. on rare occasions you wondered the same thing. perhaps it was second year when you jinxed abraxas when he made a remark on toms uniform that was a bit too large on him. you didn’t know tom, and he didn’t know you, but you and malfoy knew each other. your guys’ beef traced back to toddler years when your mother made you play with him while her and narcissa socialized in the tea room.

“that is quite the problem you have on your hands, (y/l/n).” he turns the page in his book. you groan dramatically and an amused smile hides behind the Sacred 28 History book propped up in his lap.

wait a minute.

your eyes furrow.

He was reading that book last thursday, meaning he should have already finished it two days ago.

“didn’t you read that book already?” you almost missed the way his body froze intensely.

“no.” lies.

you can tell by the way he paused.

you slowly rise to your feet and walk over to him. but tom already knows he’s caught and he accepts his fate. sitting on the couch behind him you read a few lines over his shoulder. unlike tom, you were too distracted to realize how close you guys were at that moment.

“she put on her scuffed Converse…the sound of his loud motorcycle engine…- hey this isn’t Sacred 28!” you jump up nearly knocking your knee to the side of your head. you pull the book from his hands and tap your wand on the cover, revealing it’s true title. you turn your head and look at him with your mouth agape.

in shock you don’t know if you want to laugh or be mad.

“tom, i thought you didn’t like my books” you question, crossing your arms over your chest. he looks up at you like a stubborn teenager getting lectured. a funny sight to see.

“i didnt” he says evenly. you wanted to go on about the subject, but you felt that he was already embarrassed.

“anyway, it’s dinner time let’s go” you change the subject offering a hand to help pull him up, though he didn’t need it.

the walk was silent between you two despite the many voices bouncing off the corridor walls. you break the silence.

“okay but team malek or team maverick?”

tom looks at you curiously. nervousness rose in you. too soon?

merlin knows the typical teenage boy ego, and then some, because it was tom.

“maverick of course.”

<< dad/husband tom

I have a request, if they’re open ofc.

Reader coming home after a day of work to find Tom in a princess dress with a tiara having a tea party with their daughter

that is very cute ( also @pearlstiare I'll be adding your request to this since it's quite similar to what you want. )

𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲.

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➡ pairing : tom riddle x afab! reader.

➡ genre : fluff, humour, gen.

➡ request : Hello my darling girl i don’t know if you have u request open but if is not u can ignore this or save it for later, anyways i was wondering if u could write something about Tom Riddle x Wife Reader and they life and maybe them having kid, just some fluff in general I’m a sucker for happy endings 🤍 that all And I’m sorry if I misspelled something English is not my first language 💌

➡ content/warning(s) : wife! reader, implications of divorce? afab! daughter.

➡ summary : work was tiring but going home happened to have an energising reward you didn't know of.

➡ masterlist.

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you leaned back in your seat at your desk watching as the paperwork decreased at a snails pace, the entire process today felt more tiring than ever; especially since you hadn't had a winks sleep in about 3 days. though you were determined to finish the whole thing by today, you decided it would be better to take it with you and finish it in the comfort of your home.

you checked the time and sighed at the fact that probably everyone at the ministry were off hours and your were one of the few that remained, which was normal since you'd done it often in the past but you'd promised yourself that you'd spend more time with your beloved family and so you picked up your work, placed it in a bag and apparated home.

opening the door to your house, you didn't expect to see your daughter awake but the sight you were met with as you reached her room was something that had you summoning a camera.

you'd never thought in your life that you'd see the great, intimidating, 6'4 tom riddle sitting all squashed on a child's chair, tiara sitting perfectly ontop of his head with a bejeweled teacup sitting in his hand, pinky up with alot of plushies contrasting his colour palette which happened to be all black. an adoring smile was placed on his face as he watched your 2 year old babble on about something that you didn't have a clue on. you quickly snapped a picture for the memories before putting it away and joining them, long forgetting about your small pile of paperwork.

"you're having a tea party without your mummy?" you asked as you picked the girl up from her seat and she squealed happily as you tickled her and peppered her face with kisses.

"don't tell me you're picking favorites." you tried to hold a stern face as you looked at her but failed when she gave you a smile, her baby fat cheeks glowing in the glowing lights set in the room.

"you're lucky you're cute." you pinched her cheek as you propped her on your hip.

"and you mr. riddle." you called upon the man who had started to tip toe away and had reached the door as you were cooing over your pretty daughter "where do you think you're going?"

he halted in his movements and turned around slowly with a sarcastic smile on his face "nowhere at all, just closing the door because of a cold draft I got." giggling erupted in the room as you now took a good look at your husband who tried to look cool with overly blushed cheeks and a tiara.

"you know tom," you say as you take a seat on the chair your little girl was previously sitting on and placing her on your lap as she played with your hair "I always thought you were a prince or something but I think a princess would be more befitting."

"you do know I'm always capable of getting a new wife right?" he asked as he tucked his hands into his pocket and walked over to take a seat in front of you.

"with those looks? yes." you responded "but with that bitter personality of yours? good luck finding one that stays."

tom shook his head and picked up his teacup and started sipping on it not without forgetting to raise his pinky up in the air which caused you to erupt into another fit of laughter along with your daughter.

"we should do this more often, tom, you really seem to be within your element, doesn't he bub?" your daughter nodded and left your lap, waddling towards her father who picked her up and placed her on his, the girl cupped his face and muttered "very pretty."

"indeed he is."

a small smile could be found on tom's face which he hid by holding his little girl closer to his visage "how was work for you?" he asked as you munched on a slice of the cake infront of you.

"same old, though I brought some paperwork with me to finish today." you sighed at the thought of facing those papers and tom took notice of it

"do you want to go to sleep princess?" tom asked the girl who was leaning against his shoulder and playing with the collars of his shirt. she nodded tiredly as she rubbed her eyes cutely causing riddle to ruffle her hair.

"I'll put her to bed and you go take a shower." tom ordered as he set away the table and tidied up the room, picking up your daughter with one arm and the other one offering you support to hold onto.

"fine but did you have dinner?"

"I'm not incompetent."

"well obviously, if you were I wouldn't have married you." you chuckled as you walked towards the bathroom.

the shower soothed your aching muscles and when you left it you felt all refreshed and so; once you got into your room, you were about to finish the rest of your work when tom handed you your little two year old.

"she didn't want to sleep in her room so, she's going to sleep with us." he stated and dragged you to to your shared bed "you can complete your work tomorrow."

you were about to protest when you heard the whines of your daughter as she wrapped her hands around your neck and fixed herself in your arms "you set her up for this didn't you?" tom shrugged as he pulled up the duvet and set himself on the bed.

"come on, it's past her bed time." you rolled your eyes as you carefully set her drowsy body in the middle of the bed and then got on after her, the little girl curled up to your side before tom pulled the two you closer so that you were now cuddling into your child who fell into dreamland quickly due to the warmth and comfort provided by her parents.

"good night, dear."

"good night, love."

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nice try, now move aside malfoy (t.m.r.)

warning: mentions of anxiety

walburga placed the glass of water she got for you on your bed side table. the gentle clink making you open your eyes.

“thank you,” you say quietly, giving her a thankful smile. your roommate gave a nod. a small response, but it was how the Black heiress showed her reserved affections.

wrapping the blanket around you, you turned onto your other side, back facing the door. the coolness of the previously unoccupied side of the bed satisfying your warm body.

meanwhile on the other side of the wall, your other friends worried about you.

“bad day,” lestrange tossed the paper ball up, “it happens,” he shrugged, catching it mid air. avery sat against the opposite wall fiddling with his fingers, wanting to believe his friends calm reassurance. malfoy on the other hand was pacing up and corridor outside your room, guilt bubbling in his chest.

“i don’t know mate, maybe it was my fault. it was me that pushed her to try out for the team, even though she didn’t want to.” he said with furrowed brows. the scene of her running off the field mid game replaying in his mind.

“nah, wasn’t your fault. (y/n) is extraordinary on the broom, she makes an exceptional quidditch player,” nott cut in, dropping the pencil he was using as a mustache from his upper lip. “it was rosier that yelled at her even though she was doing exactly what he said.”

“rosier did what?” all four heads whipped to the new guest to their worry party. rip rosier ayyy.

“riddle,” lestrange greeted, catching the paper ball and tossing it beside him. tom gave a curt nod.

“lestrange,” he acknowledged in return, “nott, malfoy, avery.” avery looked at his peers nervously.

“what brings you here at this fine hour?” nott asks.

“i should be asking you the same thing nott,” the salazar descendant lifts an eyebrow, “in fact, why are you four outside of my girlfriend’s dormitory? was there a sleepover i was not invited to?”

it took a long minute for the rest of the slytherins to realize the joke.

tom riddle made a joke.

a nervous laugh reputed from avery, the rest following him, hoping that riddle had only wanted to make them laugh then leave. now that’s funny.

“speaking of which, i would like to see her-“ immediately abraxas grabs onto the door knob, preventing the boy inches taller than him from twisting it.

don’t let him see me like this, you specifically told them.

“what is the meaning of this?”

“(y/n) is not available for the time being,” reinhard pulls the attention away from malfoy.

“and why is that?” suspicion rises in toms voice as he straightens up his back to look down on the boys.

“menstruation.”

“diarrhea.” avery and nott say at the same time. they look at each other.

“diarrhea.”

“menstruation.”

tom looks between the two expressionless, giving reinhard and abraxas one more look over before turning back to his main purpose.

“nice try, now move aside malfoy.” he gracefully pushes the blonde aside and opens the door, making him cringe at his failure. lestrange shakes his head in disappointment as avery and nott begin to argue like children.

“diarrhea really?”

“it was the first thing that came to mind because of last nights chicken.”

the sound of the door creaking and footsteps ascending made you roll over.

“avery i said- tom!” you screamed in surprise, rolling back and away from his sight quickly, only to have you falling onto the wooden floor.

“my dear, are you alright?” suddenly he was by your side, lifting your chin and checking for any injuries.

“yes, just a light fall.” you reassure, sitting up properly. toms hands never leaving your face.

“now why have you been hiding in your room all afternoon?” the question you dreaded falling from his full lips. the memories coming flooding back cause you to groan into your hands, negative thoughts attacking your mind at once.

what will he think of you? weak? sensitive? getting overwhelmed by the heavy stares of all the other experienced players, watching your every move. no one feels the need to isolate after something like that, right?

“hey, hey we don’t have to talk about it, love. it’s alright.” he comforts. taking in a deep breath, you remove your hands from your face and stare into his beautiful brown eyes.

it’ll be okay

it was finally time to let the wall down.

tom has been supportive in every way. he may not always show emotion or how he’s feeling, but he always made you feel safe. with your challenges shouldn’t be any different.

“i know, but i’d like to.”

he smiles at your response looking at you proudly, bringing your head forward for a kiss at the root of your hair.

❤️ my sexies that struggle with mental health i see you and love you keep going! ❤️

full vid creds to owner.

Tuesday 7:44 pm

you: hey it’s me from the book shop lol

tom: Good evening.

Tuesday 7:50 pm

you: hey remember the guy we saw at the bookstore and i asked for his number

lestrange: yeah what about

malfoy: si

you: 1 Image Attached

lestrange: typing…

malfoy: ‘good evening’ okay dracula lmaooo

you: BYE

lestrange: ask for nudes

this was cute asf omfg

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1.2k words of the purest fluffy comfort! 

The only signs that exam season is taking its toll on him are the black-blue ink stains on his fingertips and the slight hollowness under his eyes. Annoyingly enough, these slight imperfections only add to his already good looks. He looks like one of those French philosophers or a Romantic poet.

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