Harry: I'm A Proud Owner Of An IQ Of 5!

Two Ghosts (Tom)

song for the mood: Two Ghosts - Harry Styles

Requested- raised in Wool’s together, but the girl is a Gryffindor, so they’re not friends anymore. pleeeeeease add loads of detail and Tom fighting with his feelings. 

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*Tom Riddle’s POV*

I stare at the back of her head for so long that I am surprised I don’t burn a hole. Her name, y/n y/l/n, makes up two words that I can’t speak aloud.

I used to know her well. We came from the same beginning as we were stuck in that same awful Muggle place. We weren’t siblings by blood or anything to my delight because if we were, it’d mean that I’d have the god-damn Gryffindor blood in me. And some other reasons I’d rather not discuss, of course. She looks the same from before as if she hasn’t changed at all.

But I know that’s not true. We’re not who we used to be. Hogwarts classified us into two distinct types of people. In her case, a Gryffindor, in mine, a Slytherin. Perhaps I was hoping for too much since I’ve always known what kind of person she is.

I won’t be able to forget the moment she looked at me after realising we are in different houses. Deject. I turned my back to her. Now we aren’t even friends.

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You fiddle your fingers under the dining table. You can always feel it whenever someone is staring at you, but you usually avoid confrontation because everything is simpler when you don’t act at all. But today is different. That stare catches your attention when your friends start to mention it.

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pretty pies

mic would absolutely spoil her

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How Midnight died

she wasn’t killed by Mr. Compress’s compressed debris she was killed by a villain,

Y/n: *Placing a line of cups on the ground that leads inside a room*

Aether: ...

Aether: What are you doing?

Y/n: *Pouring grape juice into every cup*

Y/n: Trying to get Diluc's affection

Diluc:*Walks in*

Diluc: ..!?

Diluc: ... Y/n, for the last time.

Diluc: Stop doing this.

Y/n: *Accidentally drops pitcher*

Y/n: yOu'rE nOt sUppOse tO Be hERe yET..!!!

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not her / t.r

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: To decipher between fake and real is a talent and Tom, is a master at it

warning(s): AU where Tom doesn’t physically transform to Voldemort so he’s still cute and not the green snake that lacks a nose

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Tom, on the phone: I need your help! Can you come here?

Harry, also on the phone: Well, I can't. I'm buying clothes.

Tom: Alright, hurry up then come over here.

Harry: I can't find them.

Tom: What do you mean you can't find them?

Harry: I can't find them. There's only soup.

Tom: What do mean "there's only soup"?

Harry: It means there's only soup.

Tom: Well get out of the soup aisle!

Harry: Alright, you don't have to shout at me. (move to the next aisle) There's more soup!

Tom: What do mean "there's more soup"?!

Harry: There's just more soup!

Tom: Go into the next aisle!

Harry: (move to the next aisle) There's still soup!

Tom: Where are you right now?!

Harry: I'm at soup!

Tom: WHAT DO MEAN YOU'RE "AT SOUP"!?

Harry: I MEAN I'M AT SOUP!

Tom: WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN?!

Harry: I'M AT THE SOUP STORE!!

Tom: WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!

Harry: FUCK YOU!!