Tomriddle Is In The Hospital Wing (t.m.r.)

tom riddle is in the hospital wing (t.m.r.)

“no not there,” you hint. avery moves his hand and hovers his quill over another free space on his paper.

“no” moves again.

“nope…no…not there either- you didn’t study your constellations did you?” you confront. the slytherin boy redraws from his mapping and shakes his head shamefully.

“it’s okay, take a look at mine.” you say patiently, digging in your bag. before you can place your parchment on the table, the sound of panting comes into ear shot.

and it gets louder. and louder, and louder. until a flustered malfoy comes to a running halt at the head of your table.

“t…” he exhales, leaning down on his knees. “t-to…” he puts up his pointer finger as he catches his breath.

you and avery look at each other curiously.

“speak, will you?” lestrange pushes impatiently, wanting to get back to his divination assignment.

“tom riddle is in the hospital wing.” he finally says.

“okay and?”

“what? is he okay?”

the two other boys give you a quirked eyebrow. they questioned your reaction, since you “held no concern for the arrogant, stupidly charming prodigy”.

“potions accident,” abraxas addressed your question, ignoring his other housemates’ response, “first year blew up her makeup assignment while he was doing a side project after school.”

at this the other three all gave an equally concerned expression.

that could not be good. for anyone.

“well,” the blonde clapped his hands together. his tone holding a positive tone, a contrast to the news he had just delivered. “you should visit him (y/l/n).”

you rolled your eyes at his mischievousness. you had 99 problems, and apparently asking abraxas malfoy to keep a secret is indeed one of them.

“it’s fairy flu season. the matron won’t let unnecessary visitors in unless you’re escorting someone in.” avery said honestly, earning a not so subtle stomp on the foot by lestrange.

“oh well there you go, looks like i can’t go.” you smile innocently, mentally thanking avery for his obliviousness.

“no, no, i have an idea.” lestrange put down his quill, you and malfoy looking at each other at your friends sudden undivided attention.

“what is it-“ before avery could finish, a fist goes flying and his head whips to the side. a gasp escaped your lips and malfoy’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“there’s your ticket in,” lestrange says shaking his hand. avery sits up revealing a bloody nose that was sure to be broken or at least fractured. “quidditch accident.”

Thursday 7:37 am

theo: y’all not me blowing up the girls restroom 7 am 😭

draco: boy what did you eat 💀

blaise: that’s nasty bro you’re going to azkaban

myrtle: i literally died all over again thanks 😐

goyle: bubble guts do be real tho 😳

you: wait why the girls restroom

Walk in (Five x reader imagine)

A/N: these ideas are just freaking attacking me like seagulls bro, anyway hope yall enjoy

Warning: yall know the drill

Plot: you and five are longtime friends with each other, you runs run into an awkward encounter

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"You get the limo out front ooh wah ooh!" You sing along. Ahh yes, nothing like a Saturday morning listening to you favorite throwback bops. Although you and five usually listened to rock or pop together, this was the one side he has yet to see. Despite your comfort around him due to many years of friendship, this version of you was never exposed to him. This was your personal side, your alone side, and it just never came to your mind to act this loosely around your cru- best friend.

"YOU GET THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS-" you practically scream. Instead of putting on your shirt like a normal person you got distracted. You start dancing. Yes get it girl! Millie rock, the woah, you had no idea what you were doing but you were so careless so free. You then busted out this one move that probably doesnt have a name, but it was between twerking and swaying your hips. It was like the churning the butter move but with your booty, on crack.

"YOU GET THE BE-EHHHHAHHH!" You scream as Five appears in your room. Still shirtless, you quickly hold your shirt to your chest.

Oh my gouda.

This cant be happening.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, fives smiles turns into a laugh. It was funny to him seeing you so goofy, but it was also nice to see you so care free. You guys usually played chess, watched movies, talked about deep topics and memories of the past. All which involved you being serious, or holding some type of concentration. This situation was different.

"Oh shut up!" You blushed, quickly putting on your shirt.

"What?" You wake up five from his trance. Was he...staring at you? He clears his throat, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah uh um," he stuttered. Diego part two. "Luther got stuck in the door way at the grocery store, and it was really funny. I wanted to show you."

Oh wow. You smile and playfully roll your eyes.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming." Five made his way out your door. You looked at him confused.

"Arent we gonna jump there?"

"Nah I was think we could drive. I'm a little drained from time jumping all day." Drained MY ASS. You know dang well for a fact five never gets tired from traveling small distance.

"Knowing that oaf, he'll still be stuck by the time we get there." He reassured. Little did you know he wanted more time with you. More time to tease you, yes, but still. Just the two of you.

"Killer dance moves by the way," he pokes fun at you as you guys walk down the hall.

"Really five?" You blush, faking annoyance.

"And floral print looks good on you."

You roll your eyes.

"You know I swear I saw Mickey mouse printed on there too. Can I double check?" Your shade of red darkened, if even possible. You lightly push his shoulder."Shut it will you..."

Knowing five, he will probably be teasing you about this for weeks.

but those two hate each other (t.m.r.)

malfoy: i dee heru

nott: what?

malfoy: i seer herj

nott: english malfoy

malfoy: I SAID I SEE HER

incoming call from nott

abraxas huffed in annoyance and accepted the call. he balanced the phone between his shoulder and ear, immediately bringing both hands back to the broom handle.

“yes?!”

“me-oww someone is in a feisty mood.” the blonde rolled his eyes.

“well it’s kind of hard texting while flying 300 feet in the sky!”

“tsk tsk,” nott tutted, “well, what do you see?”

“umm…” malfoy levitated the binoculars to his eyes. “I see (y/n)….and….AND RIDDLE!” he screamed, nearly dropping both devices.

“what?!” not said equally surprised.

“wait is that malfoy?” lestrange sounded from the background. “didn’t i tell you guys to leave (y/n) alone? if she doesn’t want to study with us she doesn’t want to study with us.”

“so sneaking around with tom riddle is better than hanging out with us?”

“what?! those two hate each other—put the phone on speaker.” lestrange instructs.

“are they dueling or fighting, malfoy? because i will hex that curly headed f…”

but abraxas wasn’t listening. he was too intrigued by the sight of tom and his friend being in the same room not trying to tear each other’s heads off.

“they’re talking…civilly…” he says to himself, squinting into the binoculars. (y/n) said something, and tom seemed to disagree, crossing his arms over his chest.

“talking?” nott asked in confusion, snapping the broom flyer out of his trance.

the (h/c) girl turned away, only for riddle to grab your arm and pull you toward him, connecting your guy’s lips.

“OH MY MERLIN THEYRE KISSING!”

“WHAT?!” but there was no time to elaborate.

an odd sound flew past abraxas’ right ear. then it flew the opposite direction past his left ear. it was the sound of flapping.

it was a bat.

“they’re kissing??!!” his friends exclaimed.

“whaa-“ he swerved on his broom, swatting the animal away. his binoculars dropping in the process making him curse.

“abraxas what is happening?” reinhard asked.

“its…it’s…a bat!” he said in between swats.

the two boys on the other end heard the creatures shrieking, and their friend’s too as a matter of fact.

“it’s pecking at me now!” the boy squealed, trying to sneak a squint at the window again only to find them gone.

“it’s probably the pumpkin pasties in your pocket!” nott spoke loudly over the commotion.

“what?!”

“i put them in your pocket in case you got hungry after practice!” he explained, earning a judgmental look from reinhard.

after what seemed like hours of wrestling, malfoy was finally able to retrieve the pastry and throw it like a frisbee, the bat chasing it like an obedient dog.

letting out a sign in relief, which only lasted for a second, his hand slipped forward causing him to lose balance.

caught off guard, abraxas screamed his way down the 300 feet. his friends on the other end hearing his cry get quieter and louder. quieter and louder, as him and the phone fell in and out of sync. the slytherin began to say his final prayers.

“dear merlin, or sky, or constellations, or whatever my grandparents believe in. i’m sorry i put hair dissolve in avery’s shampoo and for being a shitty quidditch player. please let my parents know i-“

by miracle, malfoys body came to a half before his face could meet the earth. his body levitating inches above the ground.

when he looked up to thank his savior, he was met with an expressionless tom holding his wand out and a disappointed (y/n).

“well hello, tom. come here often?” he grinned, before his body hit the ground with a thud.

<< 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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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