Do You Think Tom Riddle Would Survive Squid Game LMAO

do you think tom riddle would survive squid game LMAO

Thank you for the ask!

I think he would survive for sure. He's so tactical and calculated, but so are many people. So I think cannon tom would pull some snake ass shit where he would befriend someone and they'd have this loyal friendship, then he would turn on them and betray them to win.

My not so cannon version would be the quiet underdog that wins out of luck and kinda watches everyone die and be like oop 🤭

happy christmas tom (t.m.r.)

merry christmas everyone! here’s a short lil something. ❄️🎁

“what is this?” tom stared at the box with a raised eyebrow.

“a gift.” you smiled eagerly.

“we have discussed this, (y/l/n)—no gifts.” your arm holding the red box dropped, along with your smile. you rolled your eyes, following him to his window where he shut the blinds. with the flick of his hand the fireplace lit a flame.

“but it’s christmas…” you said quietly, already knowing that it was a weak argument.

“no christmas presents…” tom fluffed the pillows on his bed.

“a teddy bear!” five year old tom exclaimed gleefully, throwing the wrapping paper aside.

“mine!” his childhood bully at the orphanage named graham snatched the toy out of his hands.

this pretty much became an annual thing.

“a boomerang-“ seven year old tom smiled, only for graham to hold out his hand expectedly. the scrawny brunette placed the wooden toy into his palm.

eventually the young wizard learned how to accept it.

“a book…here you go graham…” ten year old tom sighed disappointed. only this time, tom managed to send an electric shock through the older boys body when he opened the book.

“yeah, yeah,” you waved off, slipping under the green covers shivering as your skin met the cold silk sheets. “i just thought this time would be an exception, you know…because we’re together now.”

tom sighed through his nostrils, getting onto his side of the bed. he wrapped his arm around you and rested his chin on your head. “sleep well,” he whispered, planting a kiss into your hairline.

“good night,” you responded, snuggling closer to his chest. despite thinking that he had moved on from the subject, tom stayed up thinking while you slept. eventually he followed suit—your soft breathing and scent lulling him to sleep.

as per usual, you woke up and tom was gone. his everyday routine consisted of waking up at an unnecessarily early hour to study and complete prefect duties. you couldn’t help but notice that the gift he had rejected last night was missing from the nightstand.

a smile appeared on your face, as it would again at the slytherin table during breakfast where you would see tom pull the diary out casually to take note of something.

the hangover (t.m.r.)

I have so many drafts of a university a.u. series, but for now we’ll stick to a stand alone short.

summary: in order to receive higher education, you attend a muggle university at the cost of keeping your wizarding identity a secret (cuz duh). you only know of one another student in the same position as you, but you keep clear of each other’s paths because you were academic rivals back in the good ol’ days of hogwarts. 

summary: tomxreader, college!tomxcollege!reader, legilimens!tomxocclumens!reader, enemies to not enemies! (you can define that last part after you read), wizards of muggley place

warnings: drinking, kidnapping, blackbeltinasswhoopin!reader, pantsless?reader

“(y/n)! catch-“

“no abraxas we can’t play inside-“ but it was too late. your eight year old playmate threw the youth size quaffle, re-enacting the same pitch his favorite quidditch athlete threw at the match he watched with his father the other weekend. the ball landed on the living room coffee table, shattering the glass.

“oh no our table!” you ran over to the broken pieces, abraxas running down the stairs following. “it’s broken!” tears ran down you face as you heard your mother arriving at the fireplace.

you sat up in your bed, panting, realizing that it was only a dream. you brought the neck of your shirt to your face to absorb the cold sweat. What an odd nightmare. you stopped dreaming about the lecture and punishment until you were ungrounded two months after the incident, and that was ten years ago.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you inhaled, realizing that you don’t wear cologne. you looked down and see that you were not only in a shirt that wasn’t yours, but your pants were also missing. this wasnt even your bed.

“ahhh!” you tore off the grey sheets as you looked around for pants. YOUR pants preferably. But there were no clothes on the ground, an inconvenient but also good sign. You didn’t remember anything from last night, nonetheless the source of your headache. the room was impossibly simple, but not completely bare. there were books, everywhere, and a banner of-

“slytherin?!” You rush to stand. panic set in.

a wizards room? a wizards college dorm room? was there another wizard at your university? There was only one other you could think of, but why were you in their room-

“why are you screaming?” a very sleep deprived riddle opens the door calmly.

“so many questions—ahhh! tom?!”

“stop screaming-“

“get out!”

“it’s my room-“

“i have no pants!”

“what-oh right! here wear these-“ he threw a pair of grey sweats at you before shutting the door.

a few moments later…

you slouch against the wall “did we-”

“no” tom responds, flipping the page of his book

“are you sure because…”

“you were very intoxicated last night, (y/l/n). i would not.” well that explains the headache… you stare at his elegant fingers supporting the book by its spine. Your eyes trail to his wrists exposed by the movement of his hoodie sleeves. They were marked and red as if they had been bound. what in the kinky dinky-

“stop that”

“Stop what?” you look up in confusion. Dang, you forgot he was a legilimens.

“thinking about disturbing things, it’s not what you think…” tom clears his throat. Hmm yeah, sure buddy. Regardless, you let your mind wonder elsewhere.

“i wouldn’t drink though, not here at least. that’s too reckless…” he paused his reading, moving suspiciously slow. there was many things you and riddle disagreed with during your time at Hogwarts, but one thing at this institution was clear. Don’t let your wizard identity be revealed.

“it wasn’t exactly your choice…”

“what?” you sat up.

he sighs and looks at his wristwatch, “how much time do you have?”

“i have no classes” you lean forward in interest.

“if you’re gonna kill me kill me now,” you pointed your nose up and squinted your eyes in defiance. the masked, hooded person reached for his wand.

“…and into the van i go…” another uniformed member put a sack over your head.

“ow—way to treat a lady!” you grunted after being manhandled into a seating position in what you assumed was inside the vehicle.

“merlin you can’t be serious…” a voice next to you sighed, throwing their head into their bound hands. suddenly being kidnapped and thrown into a dark van, incapacitated was the least of your worries.

“riddle?!” you jump back in shock, causing you to bump your head. “ow! what are you doing here?” you rub your scalp.

“if i knew the answer to that question (y/l/n), do you think i would be tied and blinded?” tom whisper yelled. his tone reminding you of the situation you were in, and the possibly dangerous people who put you there.

“not to mention, with you of all people.” he added. you kicked your leg out with intentions to kick him in the shin.

“bloody-“ your companion groaned, folding over grabbing onto his crotch.

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to-“

“why in my pe-“

“I kicked you?” you paused mid-sip of your hot cocoa, staring at him wide eyed, fighting a laugh.

“yes, you might have killed off a generation of riddles, thanks,” he deadpans, putting down his cup of tea.

“hey shut it the both of you!” a rough voice growled in front of you, making you and tom freeze at the new known presence. your hand grabs onto toms arms instinctively, before you remove it like you had just touched fire muttering an apology. a silence blanketed the van, only the sound of the engine and hushed whispers between the driver and passenger in front.

“ew I touched you?” you grimaced, taking the change from the cashier and thanking her. Tom rolled his eyes.

“do you want to hear the story or not?”

“yeah yeah continue…”

“tom…” you whispered. he hesitated with his natural attitude filled “what?” due to the unusual softness of your voice. were you scared?

“yes?”

“what do you think they want with us?” you breathe.

“i am not completely sure, but there’s only two things you and i share in common…” he responded. you sat in quiet for a few minutes.

“that we’re both hot?”

“wha-“

“do you think they know we’re wizards?” it was toms turn to think.

“i don’t know, maybe”

“maybe they found out i’ve been sneaking fruit from the dining hall…” you think aloud. tom fights a smile in regards of your seriousness.

“(y/n) i don’t think it’s that. maybe go back to the wizard thing…”

“you’re right, they have wands, and they took ours-“

“hello i can hear you” your mean babysitter interrupted.

“wait...I think I remember being pulled out of bed in the middle of the night. I tried making noise, but no one was responding…” you recall, staring at the pavement as you walked on collecting your fuzzy memories. a breeze flew by making your hair fly everywhere, and instinctively you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“silencing charm…” tom finished your thoughts, casually putting his coat on you.

“thanks…” you acknowledge the unusual gesture, taking back the ew you gave him minutes ago.

the van door slid open. the sudden noise causing you to jump. tom sat up straight in dominance.

“remember what we discussed?” tom reminded, referring to the plan he mapped out to you via legilimency minutes before. 

“Eyes, throat, groin…”

“What? No, you are to run-“ toms eyebrows furrowed, careful not to give away how you two were communicating.

“And maybe nipple twist, got it-“

“(Y/l/n)-“

“Wait how did you know I was an occlumens?” You leaned back and stared at tom skeptically. it wasnt a skill you necessarily shared among people you were not friends with, especially not someone who despised you as much as the salazar heir did back in hogwarts. 

He put down the college mug he was looking at, and picked up a planner and skimmed through the pages. “How did you know I was a legilimens?”

“Um you’re tom riddle, everyone knew that back in Hogwarts. What couldn’t you do?” You huffed, stating the obvious, moving to the same fixture he was at, searching for the notebook you saw earlier. you’ve been meaning to buy a new one. your old one was filled up already, you weren’t used to lined paper.

“And you’re (y/n) (y/l/n).” Tom said in the same factual tone, handing you the very item you were thinking of.

“Alright, out you two.” Your captive grunted, scuffing around to stand.

“Are you sick or something? Because your voice does not sound natural…” he ignored your comment as he took you by the arm. You were dragged through what you made off as a forest. You could hear leaves crunching under you and the smell of wet bark invaded your nostrils.

“So this is where I die…” you say dramatically. Tom gives you a look, then walks off.

“I was only joking…”

You were thrown into a chair, beside what you presumed was riddle. you flinched at the bright fluorescents after the sack of snatched off your head. Your assumptions were confirmed when you looked to your right to see a very calm tom looking straight ahead. You knew him better than these people that he was angry.

You looked around you before turning your attention to where his eyes were fixed. You were in some type of warehouse. Five hooded figures stood in a straight line with their hands folded behind their backs, closing in on you two. It was very unsettling the way they were hidden and silent in their robes. they reminded you of dementors. But you knew they were human, because one of them sneezed prior to putting you into the chair.

While you were observing what was going on physically, tom was shifting through each of their minds. the darkness he was prepared for was met with something else. They were wizards yes, but they were not too different from him and (y/n)…toms head snapped to your direction, only to find your chair empty, one of the men hunched over holding his crotch and another grabbing onto his throat as he crumpled to the ground.

“merlin she’s like a gazelle!” the one holding onto his jewels choked out as him and his colleague painfully watched you sprint away from the other three.

“I don’t get it, I got away. Didn’t I?” You were still very confused on how these events linked to you waking up hungover in his bed this morning. it was rush hours, and cars were zooming past you. Tom shoved his hands into his pockets and moved to the other side of you, the closest side to the road.

“I had to stop you.”

“What?”

“(Y/l/n) stop! Let go!” Tom commanded as he continued to try to pull you off the no longer hooded and masked man. The ginger screamed as your thumbs got closer to his eyes.

“They’re college students!” 

“what?” You weakened your hold, the sudden lost of resistance caused your restrainer to fall onto his back, arms still around your middle. You rolled off of tom and looked up to see the damage you have done. Five boys, each one of different nationality, limped their way back to the center.

“We’re kappa delta altoid, and we’d like to welcome you two to recruitment.” The blonde panted in what you recognized as a New Zealand accent. a brunette stood to his feet and put out a hand. You instinctively put yours out but tom quickly pulled it away, staring at the students in disgust. He had read about fraternity hazing before, but not like this, and certainly not how to treat a woman such as yourself. 

“We have heard many things about you two. Top wizard and witch of your class, nearly perfect markings on your NEWTs. We were honored to hear that such members of the wizarding society have decided to pursue muggle higher education.” 

the air was silent and filled with heavy breathing. you stared at them bizarrely, surprised that they would even think you’d say yes after the fright they just pulled.

“Thank you, but no thank you. I would rather keep a low profile while attending-“

“You have no choice. You must join us or we will out you to the muggle society, therefore earning punishment from the Ministry of Magic.” The ginger said in a thick Russian accent, a contrast from the squealing he was doing earlier.

“what? so im part of a fraternity now?” you say in disbelief. this story definitely was not one you were expecting. It sounded like fiction someone came up with 2 am in the morning and typed it out instead of doing homework. tom tossed the rest of your guys’ clothes from last night into the dryer and hit start.

“That would be correct,” he places a baseball cap onto your head, “welcome to kappa delta altoid.”

“More!” You pant, slamming your shot glass onto the table as the members of the house cheered. Tom looked around before tossing the contents of his drink into the house plant beside him. All the attention was on you.

“There’s no more.” one of the boys you recognized from the ritual panicked. You couldn’t tell which one he was because his face looked all blurry.

“What happened to the rest?” You hear the durmstrang graduate ask. The room was spinning around you and all you could hear were the voices.

“She drank it all!”

“Oh my stars that must have been so embarrassing!” You throw your face into your hands. “Why did they have me drink so much?”

“actually...they’re hazing is three shots of fire whiskey…you asked for triple that amount…” it was amazing how you weren’t dead.

“Alright maybe that’s enough, yeah?” tom steadied you with his hands on your shoulders. watching you finally let loose was indeed entertaining, but he began to noticed your coordination going from lack of, to none.

“I feel fine—hey abraxas up top!” you greeted the blonde from the kidnapping stunt. Not even recognizing you called him a name he had never heard before he swung his hand to meet your high five, but he was so disoriented he fell forward onto the folding party table. it caved in, earning gasps and looks from others, but the frat brother fell asleep like that.

“Oh no our table…”

“Ah I see, now that does make a lot of sense actually…” you nodded in remembrance of the dream you woke up from. “And my pants?”

“Your pants?” Tom looked at you puzzled, looking down at the article of clothing he was folding. Realizing what you meant, he handed you the jeans you wore last night. “Oh, right…”

“this is so embarrassing, im sorry I threw up on you…” you muttered sleepily as riddle sat you down on his bed.

“you threw up on yourself actually…id bring you to your dorm, but I dont want you to accidentally suffocate…” he responded, taking a navy blue shirt and grey sweats out and placing it at the foot of the bed. 

“Here you go—okay maybe wait until I leave the room—“ he turned back around as you changed. tom picked up the pants before holding it out behind him to continue to give you privacy. when you didn’t take them he hesitantly looked. you were passed out on his bed, halfway falling off. he thought about putting the pants on you, but decided it was too weird, so he just put you on your side and tucked you in. 

that night, tom slept in the lounge, and every hour he checked to make sure you were okay. only because he didn’t want to be responsible if you died, of course. 

i have no idea how greek life names work so i literally named them after a breathmint.

“kiss me if i’m wrong but-“

draco immediately cuts you off with a peck to the lips. you blink at him.

“well that’s a bit of an insult, but i’ll take it”

my friend hugh (d.l.m.)

a long long time ago someone talked about draco working at starbucks and hating it. that was my inspo for this, so shout out to that user ❤️

“hugh janus.” the blonde repeats for the second time. he double checks the name on the drink.

“well im not bloody blind… online order for hugh janus! HUGE ANUS— oh bollocks kill me now.” draco turns back to the kitchen, too irritated to be embarrassed by the laughing customers that would hopefully be gone by the time he returned from break.

draco: ha ha very funny zabini

malfoy tossed his employee hat onto the table along with his green apron.

theo: what happened

blaise: happy first day bby

draco: 1 Image Attached

theo: HUGH JANUS

the following half hour was just as bad; hectic, busy, and annoying.

“aaaand i’ll have a cake pop”

“alright,” draco clicked around the screen.

“no a brownie-“

“ok-“

“no both!” the girl in her early teenage years clapped. malfoy simply gave her a blank look and and processed her payment. his annoyed stare never leaving her face as he did, making her scurry off in intimidation after she grabbed her receipt.

he was sure to put her sticker order over the logo on her drink to ruin her snapchat post.

“jake we need you at the window,” the guy who trained draco brushed by his shoulder. in fairness, he forgot his name too.

“you must be the new guy,” the girl working at the window took off her headset, “here you go, i’ll be back in 15!”

the slytherin took the worn out device and stared at it. ooh chile the ghetto, he thought. it was still warm too.

he had no idea what he was doing. draco was only trained for half an hour prior to his first shift and it was for cashier and handling mobile orders. so for the first ten customers, he gave them whatever drinks that came to the “ready” counter first. the other employee can deal with the complaints when she returns from break, that is if the customers are willing to get back in the long line.

as he served the orders in a panicked fashion, he couldn’t help but feel bad for all the times he criticized and made fun of minimum wage workers. he would definitely rethink how he would treat the people he would usually yell at or threaten whenever he lost patience. or not, who knows.

“draco?” a voice sobered him from his frantic state. he leaned forward out the window and squinted at the driver.

“pansy?”

“merlin, had no idea you worked here. or worked in general…”

“yeah blaise and theo bet on how long i’d last,” he explained slightly embarrassed at her slipped comment. grabbing the vanilla bean frap, he handed it to her.

“oh this isn’t what i ordered, but how is it working here? i’ve been think of-“

“girl don’t!” pansy’s eyes widened at the sudden emotion. “they have me slaving here. don’t do it.” he warned, stepping back to close the window sliding door. turn on his heel, malfoy took in a breath when he was met face with the shift leader.

•••

“couldn’t have been that bad…right?” you look down at draco who’s head is in your lap, as you play with his hair under the book you’re reading.

“apparently five people got allergic reactions because i gave them the wrong drinks.”

“oh…” you say awkwardly, suppressing your laugh.

“was one of the people hugh?”

gonna go cry now brb

Mimicry

☾∘•⋅∙ FINAL •⋅∙∘☽

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You meet him in the Great Hall at nine in the morning sharp, though (predictably) Tom is early. He’s waiting at the end of the Slytherin table with an open book and a cup of steaming tea, a lemon slice floating lazily across the surface where he’s holding it nearly to his lips, clearly having been distracted by the words on his page. There’s a faint pull between the dark angles of his brows, a tiny little mark of concentration that makes you smile. “Hey,” you grin as you place your hands on the table opposite him.

Tom immediately looks up, concentration vanishing.

“Ready to go?” you prompt, bouncing once in excitement.

Instead of replying to this in any meaningful way, Tom only continues to look at you, and you catch a glimmer of something in his dark eyes before he gently sets down his tea in its saucer and stands, his book flipping itself shut where he leaves it behind on the table. “Yes,” he says with a quiet smile, stepping around the table towards you. His hand seems to nearly reach for yours as he comes your side but he hesitates, a flicker of uncertainty on his face like he’s caught himself doing something spontaneous that he’s second-guessing and he pulls back a bit –

You reach forward and take his hand, lacing your fingers together as you turn for the door pretending like you hadn’t noticed this. “Where are we going then?” you ask cheerfully, pulling him alongside with you. “Darcey told me that Honeydukes has these new sugar quill thingies that you can secretly eat in class, so that’s sort of a must for me, sorry.”

Tom is smiling at the ground when you sneak glance at him. “We can go anywhere you like,” he says, looking up at the open doors and the crisp morning outside. His hand tightens around yours a little bit, like he’s checking it’s really there.

“Oh, be careful Riddle,” you snicker, “I’ll set you up in Madam Puddifoot’s for eleven hours straight if you say things like that to me.”

“You’d enjoy that, would you?” he says smoothly, giving you a dry look. “Spending eleven hours in Madam Puddifoot’s?”

“No, but I’d enjoy how much you’d hate it,” you grin, ignoring the lingering stares from the various students filing towards the carriages at your and Tom’s entwined hands.

“Your plan is a terrible one,” Tom smirks, his gaze drifting across the chilly courtyard as you cross it. “I wouldn’t hate that in the slightest.”

Your brows raise. “Seriously?”

“You’d expect me to hate spending eleven hours alone with you?” he asks, his lips curling into a smile that borders on devious and you definitely do not blush at the sight of it. “I’m essentially an expert at the practice by now,” he finishes softly, watching your reaction with visible amusement, “and at least this way you’ll actually be able to talk to me.”

You wrench your eyes off him and fix them on the line of carriages ahead. “You know, one could call it a bit creepy how much time you’ve spent watching me sleep,” you say in a hasty attempt to regain the upper hand.

“One could,” he agrees with relentless nonchalance, “but then again, one could also call it magnificently romantic.”

Your eyes snap to his to find him smirking at you again. “Up to you, I suppose,” he says as he slips his other hand into his pocket with a glimmer in his dark eyes that makes your heart skip a beat despite yourself.

“Prick,” you say without heat, trying not to smile. “Why are you in such a good mood, then? Is the fact that you’re finally seeing the outside world? Those things there are called trees, Tom, and up there, those are clouds –”

“I go outside,” Tom interrupts dryly. “I really have no idea how you ever formed the impression that I –”

“Well for one you’re practically a ghost,” you snicker, waving at his pale face with your free hand, “oh, and then there’s the desk in the library with a Tom-shaped indent worn into it… But don’t avoid the question.”

“What question?” he says smoothly.

“What’s got you so chipper?”

Tom’s eyes slide to you. His expression holds none of the teasing humour from moments before, replaced with something heavy and quiet and calm and you blink, your heart thudding a little harder than strictly necessary like it can tell what Tom’s thinking better than you can. “Nothing,” he says quietly, watching you.

You’ve both stopped in the queue for the carriages and you’re very glad for it, because you’re suddenly aware that you’re not quite able to look away from him standing beside you, the way his winter robe casts his skin in smooth contrast and draws out the black of his hair, or how you’re close enough to see his crescent coal-coloured lashes, or how his lips are still a little swollen from kissing him yesterday, or how there’s a mark that looks suspiciously like the impression of your teeth on his throat. There’s nothing but heavy heat in his dark eyes and you try to remember what it was like to be afraid of him, but it all seems very far away now, all that coldness and anger is in some distant place on other side of the immeasurable expression on his face.

Tom leans forward slowly, calmly, his gaze unmoving from yours and you hold your breath as you watch him dip his head. He softly presses his lips to yours and your eyes fall shut, your cheeks flush, he’s temptingly warm against the nip in the air and you lean a little closer. When he gently pulls away, you fall back on your heels without having noticed coming up onto them, and you stare at him with tingling surprise.

“Just you,” Tom murmurs, and he says it with a very small, slightly tentative, but wonderfully gentle smile.

Your own smile blooms like he’s planted some of his own on your lips.

A call from ahead announcing a free carriage makes Tom look up and he quickly pulls you forward with him towards it.

There’s a long day ahead, there are shops to explore and cafes to visit, there’s tonight, there’s tomorrow, there are shadowed alcoves in the corridors and spaces behind bookshelves you’d like to pull Tom into at some point, and there’s a million things you’d like to do with him once you get there.

But right now you’ve never been so captivated by anything than you are by the sight than him glancing at you with that smile lingering on his lips and his hand holding yours.

And more pressingly.

You’ve never loved him more.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 

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A/N: Thank you so so much to everyone who commented on this fic and sent me lovely messages and gave me so much support!!! You’re the absolute best, and you quite literally make writing worth all the work 💖💖💖