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𑣿 ـــــــــﮩ٨ـ ִThe Love Witch ࣪𖤐

~𓋹 ݁ᛪ༙!head boy! Tom Riddle x !popular girl! reader

synopsis:

in which you are most known in Hogwarts for being beautiful- some people even say otherworldly, people find you quite enchanting! people gawk at your beauty, constantly complimenting your looks, many boys pined for you and your attention- just a simple smile from you had caused more then half of the Gryffindor quidditch team to lose focus on field! but what if you didn’t care for the attention of random strangers? not when what all you wanted was for the head boy— Tom Riddle to fall under your supposed “love spell” everyone seems to be set under?— well thats the way it is, and the damned boy doesn’t seem to care a single ounce for you!! but you are a determined girl who has a will of steel!! ☣︎

🪷warnings/contents:

one-sided pining, reader is a bit obsessed, slight stalking, self absorbed reader, Tom practically hates reader but reader doesn’t gaf & slight angst

❤︎ ❤︎ most of the banners were made by me! the rest are mostly from Pinterest ❤︎ ❤︎

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🃜🃚🃖!enjoy!🃁🂭🂺

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you have no recollection of when you had fallen for Tom Riddle— or when you had started to search for him in the large godforsaken corridors of Hogwarts when you knew the two of you would have your next class together.

people had declared you as “Hogwarts Goddess” since practically the first day you started- you were known for your beautiful looks, your kind and gentle nature, even as you had grown up people didn’t stop gushing over your gorgeous looks! it had made you a bit self centered but you took pride in it! and when you had hit a growth spurt in 3rd year- your looks ultimately becoming more matured and “grown”- people became obsessed

some even going as far as spreading rumors that you used amortentia infused perfume- which of course was ridiculous to hear, but many other questioned that rumor, eventually coming to the conclusion you were some kind of “love witch” who was blessed by aphrodite herself to put people under spells and feed off of their loving energy- which sounded even more crazy-

but you had done nothing about that rumor since it was practically meaningless, anyone with a working brain knows that that was impossible- it hadn’t been your fault you were so beautiful that people groveled at your feet for attention— it wasn’t like you had asked for it either.

so up till now even in your 6th year at Hogwarts people still believe that rumor. boys would try to sweet talk you- just to ask if it was true you were some kind of love witch, some even having the audacity to ask you to put them under a love spell.

every time this would happen you would give them a nasty scowl, quickly walking the other direction away from them with a annoyed huff. everyone believed and spoke of that rumor still- except from Tom.

i mean of course he wouldn’t entertain such a idiotic rumor- he was head boy for crying out loud, he had better things to tend to. but seeing him so unbothered by those rumors, treating you like he did everyone else- like you weren’t special— it had you craving his attention.

your friends and others have told you time and time again that you shouldn’t “waste your time on such a emotionless boy” or that “you were too beautiful to be wasting time on someone like him”— but all you could ever comprehend or think of was his beauty

he was everything you ever wished for, he had such a tight hold on you without fully realizing- it drove you mad! no matter how many times you hear how you couldn’t have a chance- or that even if you did have a chance it wouldn’t be at all what you hoped for, especially since how harsh he tended to be, especially towards you

but in all honesty you didnt care about how blunt or blatant he was- he was right most of the time, his words never having actual bite in them, but nevertheless stern enough to get the point through.

and in full honesty you believed he was going easy on you in many different ways—

one time he had made the mistake of scolding you rather harshly, causing multiple boys- and girls to confront him for the matter. saying he was being unfair and that whatever you had done couldn’t have been that bad for him to get that upset, they stood up for you against him- which never happened before to him, causing a severly damaged ego and a frustration he had never experienced before.

which had inevitably made you his enemy in a way

but little old you didn’t seem to care! always following the boy, you had mapped out his classes, figured out his schedule so that you would be able to bump into him at least a few times a day— sometimes even going as far as doing something to upset him just so his focus was on you for more then just a mere second

you couldn’t get enough of him, his brooding personality, the way he kept to himself- most likely never even held hands with a girl before—

(much like you have never really gotten the guts to do with a boy)-

but that made you want him even more!! he was so effortlessly beautiful, so cool headed- he was so perfect in your eyes he could do no wrong!

yes he was like reallyyyy strict- but that was only his job as head boy!! no matter how much you observed his behaviors, all you could see was a misunderstood boy- who was in desperate need of some sugar! (you being sugar)

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one afternoon as you hurried towards the big hall where you knew Toms last class had been, deeply excited to see the boy- hoping to somehow speak to him! as you waited, peaking from a corner as kids flooded from the classroom, you saw him walk out seemingly speaking to someone— as you look closer you come to the realization its a girl!!

you quickly huffed in jealousy, rushing from where you hid and “accidentally” bumped into Tom- causing all yours and his belongings to sprawl across the floor in front of you, the impact causing you to fall flat onto your bottom. you sat there feigning shock, quickly spluttering out multiple sorry’s as you scrambled to grab at your things—

little did you know was that Tom knew what game you were playing at, he knew of your small (or seemingly large and obsessive) crush on him- and it bothered him, extremely.

he knew of all the rumors surrounding you and your extremely desired beauty- he himself knew none of it was true, as it was simply impossible. but nonetheless he found you rather obnoxious.

from the way you laughed so loudly anytime you found something funny, to the way you had tried to flirt your way out of detention multiple times with him- he found it extremely bothersome.

but when he noticed your crush, oh how that boy became so overly overwhelmed.

he started to notice every single little thing you did around him and others just to grab his attention, the way you would dress a certain way when you knew you two would have class together that day, or whenever you would accidentally bump into him multiple times a week just to bat your lashes up at him in hopes for some kind of reaction.

anything at this point.

but he wouldn’t give in- not when having you have a crush on him meant having the most gorgeous girl’ attention on him of all people… he hated to admit it but he did find you awfully easy on the eyes, just everything about you was breathtaking- and the fact you wanted him made him feel really uneasy, in a way he didn’t like nor understand.

he was afraid he knew exactly what that feeling was, and decided to ignore it, not let it get to his head since he was a busy boy- distractions weren’t something he desired to have nor be given, having already too many duties to tend to…

he was an awfully stubborn boy unfortunately for you.

he let out a sigh as he helped you pick up your things along with his, lazily handing you your books and papers before standing straight, not bothering to help you

“you’re awfully clumsy these days, y/n.” he said with a slight annoyed tone, already looking bothered. you giggled, dusting off your skirt as the girl who was once speaking to him was now long gone.

“i know- its getting pretty bad huh?” you said looking up at him with a seemingly giddy smile. he huffed in retaliation, looking away— not wanting to look for too long, as it would eventually cause his eyes to fry off as if staring into an solar eclipse.

“at least you are aware how much of an imbecile you have been as of lately.” at his words you let out a little fake gasp of surprise before shaking your head

“your words pain me dearly Tom— i thought we were past that!” you said letting out a small giggle before patting his shoulder

“its ok! i’m like if the word patience was a person- i can wait!” you took a step back, giving him a grin and a wink before happily skipping off quickly towards your next class— which happened to be all the way across the building…

the boy let out a exhausted sigh, trying to ignore the way his heart pounded against his ribcage like crazy after you had merely touched him- convincing himself it was simply from the rage of being touched by a imbecile..

an extremely beautiful obnoxious imbecile…

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it was nearing Valentines day!! everyone was in the lovey dovey mood, couples left and right in different variations of matching clothes, arranging from different shades of pinks and reds. you found that time of the year to be very joyful!

everyone was so happy just to exist, it made you happy to see- especially when your friends and their boyfriends would do cute things!

but after a while… it did tend to get lonely, year after year you had boys asking you to be their valentine left and right, but with no good intentions. they always asked you out cutely, just to ruin it by bringing up your looks or the whole “love witch” thing.

it annoyed you terribly- but hurt most unfortunately, you didn’t want people to only see you for only your beauty or your supposed “love witch” powers that succumbed anyone who was desperate enough, but thats all that seemed to matter to others- it was truly a shame.

but this year- you were going to make sure this year was different!! you had decided you would profess your unconditional love to Tom- ultimately asking for him to be your valentine!!

of course with your self confidence and ego being through the roof you had just assumed he would say yes immediately like any other boy would— but unfortunately Tom Riddle wasn’t just any boy..

when you had held out a box of Tom’s favorite sweets (ones no one had known he liked since he usually ate them in secret)- and asked him to be your valentine with flushed cheeks and a shy yet hopeful smile, he had stared at you in surprise for a good 5 seconds before saying without hesitation “no.”

for a second he regretted it- stupidly and foolishly he had, seeing the way your smile had faltered.

but when you had shoved the sweets into his arms, quickly rambling about how you “wouldn’t give up till valentines day” before running off to god knows where, he let out a big sigh, had known then in that moment he made a mistake.

that evening you snuck into the kitchens, whipping up a batch of dark chocolate cookies (hoping he enjoyed the bitterness to which was very much like his personality) as quickly as possible before heading back to your dorm, already planning on how you would gift them to him tomorrow without making a fool of yourself like today!

༺𓋹༻the following day:

you were happily skipping through the halls- you had woken up early, earlier then usual. you were anxious for some reason, getting rejected once was more then enough embarrassment— but getting rejected twice? by Tom Riddle of all people?!? oh you were to be done for- absolutely wrecked.

you took time while getting ready, choosing the most enticing yet concealed outfit— you knew this boy couldn’t take the sight of skin, last time you had worn a mini skirt and crop top to a Slytherin party- he practically flipped on you first second he had seen you!!

at the time it was a bit embarrassing, but you remember thinking about it afterwards- giggling about how he was seemingly waiting for your arrival if he had noticed and gotten to you so quickly! especially with the slight flush he had on his cheeks, oh you had become a giggle machine just thinking about the sight, you knew he was somewhat attracted to you after that-

since only a few days later you had been scolded by him again for “wearing provocative clothing”— which had only been since you hiked up your skirt and had a few buttons loose on your collared shirt, it was annoying but the way he had watched you pull down your skirt, fixing your clothes- he was seemingly satisfied… even if he denied it, the look on his face said otherwise!

but today you decide to go with the safe route- wanting to show you actually meant what you said- instead of just putting yourself on display for him. you held the basket of baked goods with hope and a hint of clarity.

you hope and prayed he would accept the treats you had made at the least- but mostly hoped your feelings would get through to him. and as you saw him emerge from Snape’s office- seemingly had just gotten speaking with him, you waited a few moments once he was away from people before going up to him.

as you walked up to him you noticed how his expression went slightly sour as he made eye contact with you, but nonetheless you still went up to him, hoping he didn’t notice how you were slightly regretting going up to him.

little did you know- that there had been rumors going around about you, half true, half lies.

the true parts were about you liking Tom Riddle, even going to extremes like purposely tripping into him or making him upset on purpose- he was aware of those parts, and also of how obsessed you were with him.

but as the rumors extremed, he couldn’t tell what was true and a lie anymore, people started to say that someone saw you “brewing amortentia” in a abandoned classroom- which made no sense because Tom knew you weren’t a fool, you can get in trouble for brewing such a potion without permission and teacher assistance.

but then he started to hear about how people saw you making cookies at night— “she was sneaking the amortentia in them!” one of Tom’s little brothers friends claimed loudly-

dramatically telling Tom to be careful since you had such a “big crush” on him, which seemed extremely absurd at the moment, but now seeing you go up to him looking so anxious, holding a basket that smelled too sweet for his liking, he couldn’t help but think to himself “no… she wouldn’t… would she?..”

with a million possibilities running through his mind, he zeroed in on you— now standing in from of him only feet away now. you gave him a small nervous smile, hesitating for a second before holding out the basket

“um… i know you rejected me- but i did say i would ask again.. so- Tom… please be my valentine… i made you cookies?..”

you said earnestly with a sheepish tone, trying to hold eye contact- which had been hard since his stare was overbearing at the moment.

in that moment Tom snapped, all of what other people said getting to his head in that moment “what did you put in that?” he asked with a rather harsh tone, you stammered for a second before letting out a small

“…um… dark chocolate?.” and as you said that he let out a loud scoff, suddenly looking at you with a deep scowl

“don’t act so clueless- i know what you put in that!.” he barked out- this situation reminding him all too much of his parents, making his nerves burst into flames seemingly, his sudden raise in tone made you flinch in surprise

“w-what do you mea-“ you were cut off by his irritated tone “i know you put amortentia in those! everyone is talking about how they saw you brew it up then throw it in the batch! are you really trying to be some- some kind of love witch?!”

he said in retaliation, huffing as he felt a bit angry. you stared at him- flabbergasted and hurt that he would believe such a thing. after a moment of silence, as he was about to say something you spoke up before he could

“so what? you think im some kind of love witch now?— you think ima put a spell on you? like all the others?” you said with a dejected look, you’d never looked that way before at anyone really- not even when boys would ask dumb questions like this, but hearing it from Tom of all people… it had hurt.

he stuttered for a moment, now realizing how ridiculous he sounded- especially since before he had been such a firm believer that “love witches” would never be a thing, that it was ridiculous (to which you slightly agreed with after a while), but you cut him off again

“all i wanted was for you to be my valentine Tom, thats all.” you said, placing the cookies in front of him “but its pretty obvious what you think of me.! you probably won’t eat them but you can have them.”

you said referring to the cookies, you didn’t let him get a word in before walking off quickly, wrapping your arms around yourself as you desperately held back tears of shame and hurt.

as Tom watched you walk away he clenched his jaw tightly, trying to tell himself not to feel bad- that all of this had to be some kind of joke, and even if it was real you probably did do something to the cookies…

but he couldn’t wrap his head around you ever having ill intentions towards him, you had the largest crush on him- and it was pretty obvious that you knew that he knew.

but you never had done anything to harm him, and he highly doubted you would try to drug him with amortentia..

for the next few days he hadn’t seen you at all- it shocked him truly. he usually saw you during almost every passing period, but it had been like you disappeared completely.

and when he had seen you during dinner, sitting at your houses table- facing away from him instead of the usual gawking you did, he then knew for a fact that you were avoiding him.

and for some reason that bothered him more then when you were obnoxiously constantly around him- he was so bothered he caught himself staring at you multiple times, most the time he realized when you had caught him in the act.

and after 3 days- there being only 2 days left till Valentines day- he suddenly felt desperate for your attention, he felt so bothered by it he consulted in his own brother AND his friends- which he deeply regretted at first before processing all they had said.

they had told him he was harsh for what he had said, that even if he didn’t like her he had no reason to react such a way if he didn’t even believe the rumors- but when he had started complaining more and more his brother, Mattheo, told him blatantly “dude. you like the girl, just accept the fact.” he said in slight annoyance, hating how stubborn his older brother was sometimes- he told Tom if he didn’t deny his feelings so much then none of this would’ve happened- to which Tom slowly started to agree with, unfortunate for him.

for the rest of that morning and afternoon he had sought you out, constantly looking your way- after he had realized his feelings in such a harsh way, he couldn’t help but become infatuated with the way you had simply existed, even if you were ignoring him.

he had no clue what to do or say to you, eventually coming to the conclusion that he would converse with you hopefully the next day, and if the moment was right he would hopefully have the guts to confess the way you had to him.

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later that night as Tom sat at his desk, writing notes for potions, he couldn’t stop smelling the cookies he unfortunately couldn’t find the heart to leave behind that day… he felt guilty in a sense- which was weird.

Tom didn’t feel guilt.

he usually felt annoyance, or irritation when bothering with admirers, but the way you had said all you wanted was for him to be your valentine— and especially after finding out he had liked you-

he felt something in his chest he couldn’t explain, especially with the way it tightened when he had seen you quickly walk off with such a dejected expression.

without realizing he had been staring at the basket, noticing it had a small green bow holding the handles together- he felt a slight flutter in his chest— knowing that you yourself weren’t a Slytherin, so it must’ve been something you put thought into.

with a reluctant sigh he got up from his seat, hesitantly opening the basket. as he was met with the sight of multiple cookies, all dark chocolate chip- just like you had said they were.

they didn’t look suspicious, if anything they looked carefully taken care of, the way they were carefully wrapped in plastic, keeping them contained to eat later, and the way they were placed upon pink stuffing-

he felt sick to his stomach

because he now realized that you actually meant what you said, the way you had carefully held the basket out to him, the way you seemed so hopeful and the way you presented yourself in such a sheepish manner- like you were nervous, and everyone knew that y/n l/n wasn’t someone who got nervous. he let out a shaky breath as he reached down, grabbing a cookie, he quickly took off the plastic wrapping, taking a bite without hesitation. after chewing for a whole 10 seconds, swallowing it, waited another 30 seconds to see if anything would happen- and nothing had happened?

oh he felt like a complete and utter fool.

he at the rest of the cookie without even realizing- it was perfectly sweet, not too overbearing but also not too bland. all he wanted to do was grovel in his own pity, not only did he reject and insult the girl he liked, but he was also completely wrong for once in his life- when he oh so desperately didn’t want to be in that very moment.

after he ate that cookie he couldn’t sleep at all that night, not from the sugar before bed, but because he was wallowing in the fact that he had hurt you and would most likely be ignored by you forever- inevitably being unable to be your valentine!

that very next morning he immediately got ready, not caring if he looked disheveled as he desperately rushed through the halls searching for you.

when he finally had found you in the great hall during breakfast, he was going to go up to you till Mattheo stopped him, begging Tom to hurry and help with an “urgent matter”- and before he realized it, Tom had been dragged out of the great hall by Mattheo.

Tom finally found you again near the courtyard during free period, but with his seemingly extreme bad luck that day, Dumbledore had come up to the poor boy practically demanding his attention- saying he needed to attend head boy duties at that moment.

Tom had reluctantly followed behind Dumbledore after muttering a “ok sir.”

keeping his eyes on you as he rounded the corner— seemingly yearning more then he liked to admit, chest throbbing each time he had to reluctantly walk away from you. he was starting to become frustrated, it had suddenly been “push every “head boy” duty onto Tom” day, and all he wanted to do was talk to you. he felt his eye start to twitch rapidly when someone had begged him to do something for them- and once again, just as he was about to go up to you. he quickly agreed to helping the person, but in result it ended up taking them so long he even had to skip dinner.

in conclusion he was furious- morbidly so.

he had never felt so enflamed before, like he wanted to snap at every little person who even had the audacity to speak to him, especially with the deeply upset expression he presented on his face.

once he made it back to his room he had shoved two of your cookies down his throat practically, feeling not only furious but extremely anxious- to the point where he felt uncomfortable sitting in his own skin.

he had never felt so emotional before. he felt distraught- like he couldn’t process anything that had happened in the last 10 hours.

he groaned into his hands as he laid in bed that night, running his hands through his hair, stressed out as all that he thought of was the way you had looked when he said those things to you.

he felt like throwing up as he laid there.

that next day when he saw you, and saw no one around him that would interrupt him- he rushed towards you immediately, his heart felt like it was in his throat as he approached you- who was sitting alone in the courtyard, quietly drawing in your journal.

once he had made it in front of you, he let out a shaky breath as he processed how you looked.

you wore cute pink bows and a school appropriate valentines themed outfit- it now being the awfully dreaded day.

when you looked up and saw him, you went quiet.

not only was his hair disheveled in a unusual way- since he usually had it perfectly done- but he seemed breathless, like he had ran a mile to you.

“…they were good..” he broke the silence with a breathy tone, looking down at you with the slightest flushed cheeks- which you assumed was from.. running? “..what?” you said in pure confusion.

Tom had wanted to jump off a cliff head first at that point, letting out a small groan, running a hand through his hair

“your cookies- they were good ok??” he spat the words out like they pained him just to say and admit to.

“look, i know what i said was wrong- quite absurd as well. i apologize for doing so- i was…” he paused, crossing his arms in a stubborn expression “i was confused at the time, but also quite flustered.”

you stared at him in shock for a moment, brows slightly furrowed upward in a confused expression “..what do you mean by that Tom?”

Tom let out a sigh at your words “you really gonna make me say it?”

but when Tom looked back at you, seeing the genuinely confused and slightly concerned expression on your face, he let out a small reluctantly huff “its hard for me to admit- so dont expect me to explain it again.”

he said before gulping, hesitantly plopping down besides you on the grassy floor, looking down at his shoes as he thought of what to say

“..look… i know i’ve been harsh- more then i should be unfortunately. but, after thinking about it while you avoided me- i came to the realization, and concluded that… i had been denying my feelings, hiding them behind “duty”.” he let out a sigh.

you stared at him, heart pounding in realization that THE Tom Riddle was professing how he felt! “Tom-“

he cut you off “no- wait please…” he said quietly before speaking up, looking at you with hesitation “i-… i made it my duty to demand you of things- demanding you hadn’t listened to the rules just so i can have your attention. its pathetic- disgustingly pathetic.” he spoke as if what he said is what he felt in his chest, but you didn’t think that way.

you sheepishly spoke up “… i-.. i have to admit… i had done practically the same thing Tom.” you mumbled, fidgeting with your fingers

“i only bothered you for your attention, having your attention was nice, especially since you didn’t believe in rumors about me…”

hearing those words Tom couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle “i could kinda tell- you always somehow accidentally bumped into me- multiple times a week by the way.” you let out a huff of embarrassment, looking away from him stubbornly

“whatever- it wasn’t like i was hiding it anyway!” you said in retaliation.

he stared at you for a moment before hesitantly speaking up in a quiet tone “y/n..” he said softly— surprisingly so “i hope you can forgive me.”

you looked up at him, before giving a small smile and nod “i can’t stay mad at you for long, besides you took and ate the cookies despite the rumors- that makes me happy…” you said softly back.

at your words he felt breathless, you were so forgiving- so sweet, he almost felt guilty for ever even denying how he felt.

“..y/n… i-… i think… that i like you…” he mumbled out, before stuttering out a quick “i- i know its sudden- and a bad time…”

you couldn’t believe what you had heard, everyone had always said Tom wouldn’t ever have romantic feelings for another- especially with the whole thing with his father and mother, everyone had just assumed he couldn’t love- when in reality he just didn’t know how to.

not till now at least..

you let out a shaky breath, looking at him with a look of pure surprise and joy “wait- really?” you said quickly, voice lightly trembling “wait no- you just think? or you know?” you asked in a flustered tone

Tom reluctantly said “i know..” in response.

you clasped a hand over your mouth, trying not to squeal in pure joy! this boy has been dragging you through the rocks of desperation for months!

you clear your throat, biting back a shit eating grin “well… i like you too.” you said happily- no longer hiding the fact that this had you practically jumping where you sat.

he gave a small smile and nod “i know.”

you chuckle and shake your head “you’re still a bit mean”

to which he just nods and says “i know, but i will get better- for you only at least.”

you smiled before hesitantly grabbing a box from your bag “i carried this in hopes we would get to speak today- and in hopes it would go well too obviously”

you said sheepishly, handing him the box carefully. he opens it with a small nod, when he unwraps whats inside- he’s met with a small vile of Pepperup potion- it helped with colds, which he had known, you spoke as he stared at it in confusion

“this was what i was brewing that other kids saw, i asked for a extra credit assignment, i was told to make something that healed in any way.” you shrugged “pretty boring but i think its fair you know what it was- i also wouldn’t slip this into some cookies.” you said with a small chuckle.

Tom shook his head, placing down the box “no, i know you wouldn’t ever try to put a love spell on me, i was an idiot for thinking so- or for letting others say such things..”

he hesitated before speaking up softly “…it would be an honor if you’d be my Valentine. despite how late i am.”

you let out a small breath before nodding, a warm smile displayed on your face. “yes- well i mean of course, had i not been the one practically begging before for you to be my valentine?” you said with a tiny chuckle, to which he smiled at

“yes i am aware, but i shouldn’t have ever rejected you.” he said before grabbing something in his bag, then holding it out for you. it was a small box of valentines chocolates “its small, i couldn’t find anything else, but i hope it does…”

he watched you smile at the small cat on the cover. you nodded looking up at him once again “this makes me very happy Tom- more then you understand. thank you.” you held the box of chocolates like it was the most precious thing to exist.

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that night you and Tom had the delicacy of being able to eat dinner out in the courtyard together!

(just to do so Tom had to beg to both Dumbledore AND Snape- for some reason)

but ultimately he was extremely happy- since you were seemingly ecstatic, you had talked his ear off about anything and everything, ate a crazy ton— just to complain about how bloated you felt afterwards.

but overall just the sight of you had brought him at ease, he was finally able to be near you again, and it was permanent, because you two were now a couple.

and as time goes on, he never once has ever thought of you as some “love witch”, to him you were just lovely.

like you’d always been.

oh my gosh this took my longer then i had expected but im so proud of it! :3 Tom is my fav so i hope i didn’t disappoint you guyss🌸

i’m still currently taking requests, would also love some cuz fun ideas do run dry for me after a while sadly ;(

still have lots of ideas in mind tho obviii