#promposals

[linedbycaro]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐊𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐞

𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨… 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝚸𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢 𝚸𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 :)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6𝐤

Paige's great idea starts the way most of them do: with Azzi. 

Tonight, they are tucked under the familiar sheets of Paige's dorm bed, scrolling on TikTok. Warm bodies gently molded together, tired but still awake, they soak in their last bits of normalcy in Storrs before the tournament. 

Having just won the Big East and with an entire season behind them, their bodies are worn with the kind of bone-deep exhaustion you know you aren't allowed to acknowledge yet. Fatigue you can't let set in, not with their biggest feat ahead, not when it matters most, not when they have a shot at the natty—the endgame. 

Paige's last chance. The one thing Paige has wanted since she got to Uconn. And now she has one more shot. They have one more shot to do it together. The reality of it makes Azzi realize how little time they have left. 

Neither has really talked about how different things will be in the coming months. Of course, they will always be Paige and Azzi, but to some capacity, their relationship will look different. Very different. And natty or not, it will happen in a mere month. 

No more dorm sleepovers, no more practices together. And they'll evolve, of course- adapt, as they had in all the other stages of their lives and new levels of their relationship. But Azzi just loves how perfect everything is now. How perfect they are now, inseparable, tangible, present, unbreakable. She buries her face deeper into Paige's hoodie at the thought, breathing her scent in deep, her nose nuzzling into the soft fabric. She audibly sighs. 

"What?" Paige asks then, with a waiting smile, eyes narrowing. She knows that Azzi's over-emphasized sigh usually means, "Something's on my mind, and I want to talk about it, but I want you to ask me first."

"I'm just thinking about how much I'm gonna miss you next year," Azzi says dramatically. "Not even next year, next month," She groans. She means it humorously, but they both know it carries weight.

"I know, baby. I know." Paige says consolingly. And then, after a beat, her words catching ever so slightly, "I'm going to miss you too… More than you know." 

"Oh, I know," Azzi smiles sweetly, ever the princess. She reaches up to pinch Paige's nose lightly. "It just won't be the same," she whispers after, "as being here." Her finger lingers on Paige's face, brushing light circles on her cheekbones. 

"No," Paige replies quietly, "it won't be." She grabs Azzi's wandering hand with her own, squeezing it gently. "But it'll still be us. Y'know?"

"Yeah," comes the quiet reply. 

They are silent for a minute, just looking at each other and being ridiculously sappy. It isn't like Paige was disappearing, but still. 

"I'm so proud of you, you know," Azzi says, resettling on Paige's chest. "You are going to kill it in the W. Like kill it. As much as you know I'll miss you, I hope you know how happy, proud, and excited I am for you to live out your dreams."

"Thanks, baby," Paige says shyly, grinning at her.

"I'm serious," Azzi says, eyebrows shooting up defensively. "I can't wait for my WAG debut. I'm going to sit courtside decked out in #5 Bueckers merch."

Paige laughs lightly. That's another thing they haven't really talked about: making it official—or at least more public. They'll be able to do as they please after Paige leaves Uconn, but still. 

"People'll know we're dating then." Paige says carefully.

"People already think we're dating, P," Azzi raises her brows, "'least our fans do."

"And I love that they know. I want people to know, like really know," the blonde replies, pausing mid-thought. But…

"But the tabloids and the press will exploit shit like that and then it's no longer about either of us or basketball anymore." Azzi finishes for her. 

"Yeah." Paige pauses. "But I think, I think after the natty, we shouldn't hide it at least. Even if there's no announcement, I don't want to hide us anymore."

Azzi grins into Paige's hoodie. "How would we do that?"

"I mean," Paige thinks for a moment. "I think we just exist. The draft is coming up, if- I mean, I dunno how carpets work but if we go together, we shouldn't have to say it for people to know. They can think what they want, but I'd want you there by my side anyways." Paige finishes somewhat shyly. 

"Yeah?" Azzi says, heart blossoming with affection. And then, "I’m honored, but I wouldn't want it to take away from you though. It'll be your night. And you deserve to have it that way."

"It wouldn't. I mean, we've been selling the best-friend thing since forever- not that even it's untrue, but" Paige pauses, "I think people will think what they think regardless, and I don't want that to get in the way of us sharing a big life moment as what we are to each other- best friend and also girlfriend. We should at least think about it."

Azzi giggles and says, " Yeah," in agreement. "I like that idea." And then, "I love you," she says softly. 

"I love you," Paige replies easily. "Forever and always."

They are both abnormally sentimental and mushy tonight, probably due to how real the end of this era feels, like time slipping through fingers. Paige gives Azzi a soft kiss on the head, and they return to scrolling. 

About fifteen minutes later, or maybe it's an hour (doom scrolling is a time trap even D1 athletes fall into), Azzi gasps. 

"Paige, look!" She exclaims, hand shooting up without really looking and tapping the blonde a little too enthusiastically to get her attention. 

"Ay, ay, that's my face Az." Paige swats her hand away, feigning irritation with a grin. "You're annoying." 

"Okay, yeah, but look," Azzi says, showing Paige her screen. "It's a promposal of us."

Indeed it is. Paige smiles at the screen as she watches a video of a tall blonde girl "promposing" to a brunette with flowers, two giant cutouts of Paige and Azzi's faces, and a poster that reads, "You're the Azzi to my Paige. Prom? It's just adorable. The brunette says yes, they hug, and their classmates cheer. The blonde gives the "Azzi" girl a shy peck on the cheek. Paige's heart warms. It's so them coded. "Look, they even used our special pink heart emoji. So they know, know."

"Told you the real ones know." Azzi says, grinning at her girlfriend. 

"10/10 promposal," Paige says, settling back down. "I guess proposing is pretty big these days. You keep getting them on your fyp."

"These days? Promposing has been a thing since before we were in high school. And also my algorithm knows me well. I think they're cute."

"Oh. So did you ever get proposed to?" Paige asks.

"No. But I kinda wish I did." Azzi yawns.

"I never did either, if that makes you feel any better." 

"It doesn't, actually. but thanks." Azzi rolls her eyes sarcastically. 

Paige boops Azzi's nose. "You tired?" 

Azzi nods, yawning again, and then Paige kisses her deeply, slowly. Without breaking them apart, she reaches over to flick off the lights.

And then their phones are forgotten as they melt into each other lazily. It's the kind of make-out thats slow, and savored, and known.

It’s not until after they break away, eyes closing and waiting for sleep, that Paige's great idea pops into her mind. 

Azzi never got a promposal, but maybe, just maybe, she can get a draft-posal. A proper, goofy, right of passage-posal. Paige is determined to make the most of their last few real days in Storrs together.

Good thing they are going to Ted’s tomorrow. 

The next morning, after a light recovery practice and shooting, the team heads to breakfast. Paige waits until Azzi saunters off to use the bathroom before turning to the group.

"Hey, fam," Paige stage whispers, glancing over to make sure Azzi is out of earshot. I need y'all's help with something." Everyone turns to her, expectantly waiting. "I wanna draft-pose to Azzi."

"You wanna do what now?" Kk asks, giving her a look.

"Draft-pose," Paige tries to explain sheepishly. "Like prompose. But for the draft."

"Shut up, that's cuuute," Jana gasps.

Caroline drops her fork dramatically. "Okay. That's so insanely adorable."

"Paige, you're whipped." Sarah makes a slightly disgusted face, laughing. Paige cocks her head, narrowing an eye at her. "Yeah, and what about it?"

"Look at you being all romantic, P. That's sick," Ice shakes her head, fake gagging.

But after they finish trolling Paige for being a simp, Kk asks, "But what do you need us for?"

"Let me just show you," Paige says, pulling out her phone to show Kk examples of big promposals out on TikTok. 

"OKAYYY, I SEE YOU," Kk says, excited now. "Sure, we'll be your wingmen."

"Everyone just meet me at 2:00 pm at our apartment. Carol, maybe you and Azzi can do something and distract her?"

"On it," The brunette replies.

"I have a plan, I swear. Tonight at Te-" Paige is about to finish her sentence when Jana nudges her, nodding to the door as Azzi walks back in. They all quiet down and finish their food.

After a few hours of uncoordinated practice and a quick run to Party City, they are ready—sort of. The plan is for everyone to head to Ted's before Azzi, who will come in late with Carol, so the rest of them can set up. 

That night, when Azzi finally gets to Teds, she is slightly annoyed that Paige left without her- without even a text’s notice. And of course, Carol's car breaks down on the way there (Carol panicked when they were already en route and Paige sent an emergency "we need fifteen more minutes, the speakers aren't connecting to the mics" text, so she pretended the engine had a problem- lifted the hood and everything). But now it's late, and Azzi honestly just wants to get drunk. 

When Azzi walks through the door and doesn't see anyone except Morgan in a corner, suspiciously filming, and Ashylnne adamantly typing on her phone the minute she spots Azzi’s arrival, she's even more annoyed and confused because how?—oh. 

Azzi hears the familiar bars of Keyshia Cole's Love filter through the speakers. That's her and Paige's karaoke song.

And then, walking out in single file onto the small bar stage that's sometimes used for live music is Kk, Ice, Kaitlyn, Jana, and Paige, right in the middle, holding a mic. 

And- Azzi squints her eyes and steps forward. Do they have sunglasses and matching tuxedo shirts on? Their backs are now turned to the audience. Is this some kind of weird performance? 

Azzi turns slightly to Caroline, hoping for some explanation, but her friend only smiles wildly at her, filming. Azzi turns back to the stage with the realization that, this is for her. She’s still confused, but now she’s smiling, cautious, yet broad like one does when everyone sings “happy birthday” to you and stares. 

"I used to think that I wasn't fine enough." Ice turns first, awkwardly, singing low and unsure.

"And I used to think that I wasn't wild enough." Kk turns on the other end of the line, like she was born for this very performance.

"But I won't waste my time trying to figure it out," Jana turns next.

"Why are you playing games? What's this all about?" Kaitlyn comes in, turning beside Kk.

The four of them start swaying, laughing but committing to the bit with the next bars, "And I can't believe you're hurting me, I met you girl (they change the lyrics from your girl to you girl so it makes sense) what a difference. What you see in her you ain't seen in me, But I guess it was all just make believe." 

And then Paige turns around, finally taking the chorus. Loud and goofy, she unashamedly points at Azzi with a proud grin. "Oh love, never knew what I was missing, but I knew once we start kissing, I found Love." Paige continues completely off key, but everyone is cheering, and Azzi can't believe it. Her hands cover her mouth in disbelief.

The performance continues with a few dance moves (choreographed by Kk, obviously), And then when Paige takes a solo on the second, "Rainy days fade away when you come around, say you're here to stay, with me, girl. I don't want you to leave me, I, I need you" her backup dancers reach down and hand her a folded poster. Sarah appears, (also wearing a tuxedo shirt), and walks toward Azzi with the most enormous bouquet of flowers she has ever seen in her life. Caroline gently prods Azzi forward, still stunned. And then, Paige opens the poster as the last chorus begins. Azzi’s jaw drops. 

It reads: "My LOVE… I never knew what I was missing- until I imagined Draft Night without YOU 💗" and then in smaller letters, "You are the Azzi to my Paige, will you be my date at the draft?"

It is perfect. The poster displays carefully crafted block letters—something Azzi imagines Paige had help with (most likely Kaitlyn or Jana's artsy work), and Azzi's heart is exploding. Paige is giving her the biggest smile. She looks pretty as ever. Her blonde locks loose and flowing past her shoulders in the way she knows Azzi likes, held back only by the goofy sunglasses that are now atop her head. Her blue eyes are big and adoring. Her skin glows softly under the lights, and her cheeks are flushed, long lashes swiped lightly with mascara, casting shadows on her cheekbones.

After accepting the flowers from Sarah with a smile, Azzi rushes up to her girlfriend with a breathless "Oh my goodness, Paige," And throws her arms around her in a big hug. They stay like that for a long second, only pulling away to look at each other.

 "So, is that a yes?" Paige asks, voice warm and cracked from all the singing, "I know we talked about it last night, but I wanted to ask you for real. Ya know, a promposal n' all."

"YES. yes. Oh my gosh. Yes," Azzi says happily, nodding, and still very much in shock. She gives Paige a lengthy kiss. Deep, Open mouthed, uncaring. Heat rises to the blonde's cheek, tugging Azzi impossibly closer, their teammates groaning at the PDA.

"I'm gonna kill myself now," Jana says, looking away.

"They're just so damn cute," Kk gushes, jumping around them like their happy child. "The way they jus look at each other, ugh!" Ice looks at Kk with disgust. "I know you're running one of them pazzi shipper accounts on the down low." 

"Girl boo, let me be happy for them," Kk retorts, slinging an arm around her teammates and guiding them away from the couple to give them some space. “That was kinda disgusting though,” She admits, as they walk away. “They real nasty.”

“No, it’s elite,” Jana smirks. “Peak simp behavior.”

Paige and Azzi both giggle, truthfully loving their teammate’s teasing.

"I'm seriously the luckiest girl in the world," Azzi murmurs, embracing Paige again. "I don't even know how you managed to pull that off."

"You deserve it, princess," the blonde replies, squeezing her tight. They hold on to each other a minute longer and then, after a chaste kiss, join the rest of the squad. 

After Azzi profusely thanks everyone for their performances and help, they watch the recording of the draft-posal multiple times, laughing at their own tomfoolery. And then, when everyone gets a bit more drunk, they decide it's a great idea to perform it again, this time with Azzi on stage.

[angelcvttercutie]

my friend made me the best promposal ever i win

[overdramaticbaddie]

Low effort Kerdly promposal

Gave up on the background lmao

[artificialroux]

my boyfriend asked me to prom with a yellowjackets themed promposal and dressed up as antler queen 😭

ft. my picsart editing details

tag ; @dippindotties @logansdogmotif @antlrrqueen @chshiresgrin @orangecatsmissingbraincell

[nanaminxs]

Childhood friend Jason is in love with the reader, but she doesn’t know it while everyone else can see it. Please make it a happy ending 😭

Oh my goodness.

Jason’s known you since he became robin. You were the first to know about his nightly affairs, stationed beside the man always lurking in the shadows.

He was also the first to greet you when he came back from the grave, completely different then from what he remembered. But what never changed was the fact that he was smitten over you.

You were OBLIVIOUS. Regardless as to what people said you always brushed it off as “Just friends.” Jason wasn’t good at showing affection towards you, but one day he really did try. He practically courted you.

Dick and Cass played a part in Jason’s “proposal.” and it was absolutely beautiful. You swore you’ve never seen anything so decorated before.

Of course he was reluctant to make a sign. “It’s too much! I don’t wanna seem desperate.” (He made one anyway, you still have it in your room.)

In the end you accepted him and it’s been a night you’ll never seem to forget.

[justaz]

smth silly i was thinking of was annabeth moving into the jackson household for their senior year of high school and percabeth go to school together but percy is so busy in all his classes and annabeth is taking all these random courses and having fun with mortal friends that they like never interact. annabeth is constantly mentioning her bf but never specifies that its percy so people like just assume her bf goes to another school or smth and obvi shes super pretty and smart and fun so guys are shooting their shot with her despite her relationship status and keep getting rejected.

then prom comes around and percy hears about it and doesn’t think much about it before hearing a bunch of mortal girls gushing about it and how fun and relaxing it’ll be and he’s just like. thinking back on all the shit they’ve been thru and how stressed he’s been recently and he’s just like “prom would be a fun normal teen thing to do with her” and gets help from the girls to plan his promposal (he never says who its for and they go all out for it and he goes along w it bc he knows shes gonna say yes and it’ll be something silly they can laugh about later). anyways he asks her out in front of like the whole cafeteria (he’s been thru hell, he can power thru a little social anxiety I’m sure) and the girls’ hearts just drop bc they didn’t know he was asking out Annabeth Fucking Chase and the guys around start snickering but annabeth is just smiling so wide and runs up to say yes and kiss him in front of everyone, feeling so much like a mortal girl with a normal life

and her friends are like “but…ur…boyfriend…?????” and the guys are like “him??? over me??? what???” and its just a silly little extra thing for them to laugh about. she turns to them and she’s like “yeah? percy jackson? my boyfriend???” idk idk I thought it was silly and funny and cute

[laidraws]

A students AU I drew for the Cap-IM mini reverse bang you can get more details or participate at @capim-tinybang ! You can write using this as a prompt and there are plenty of other prompts too <3

(also pls tag me if you do bc I def drew this self-indulgently)

Hope you zoom in for all the lil easter eggs! Please enjoy~

[ask-walter-and-vince]

Why I've been gone

[goddesspharo]

Glen Powell and Daisy Edgar-Jones at the OKC Twisters screening

[notreyev]

i got promposaled with THIS!!!! some notes from my date:

"i didnt know which one was red and which one was blue, because it usually goes that way. one of them was purple, and that didn't help me much." (she got it right)

"that clock was my thirteenth reason."

"i looked up nureyev and could not find one consistent design. he could be anyone." (points for this comment - thats his whole thing!)

[eego0]

CHAT im not joking my platonic soulmate just asked me to prom with this sign I’m actually LOSING IT

[forsapphics]

THE PROM (2020)

directed by Ryan Murphy and written by Bob Martin, Chad Beguelin, Matthew Sklar

[alvinjrsgun]

okay hai i was thinking

mistyvan 🙂‍↕️

that's... a thought. i need a minute (this has been in my inbox for a week)

dweebs. just, dweebs. van presents as this witty, charismatic jock when, in the comforts of misty's bedroom, they're busting out their ENTIRE comic collection and watching her eyes light up.

similarly, misty is fumbling and dorky at school but when she's relaxed and comfortable, she can keep up with van's wit just fine!! additionally: she DEFINITELY tutors them in SOMETHING, and is surprisingly flirty about it :] !!!

canonically, I'm not sure WHERE they fit. I can't really think of any interaction off the dome but, again, in concept? maybe misty admires van's resilience after the wolves and becoming their story-teller and follows her around instead of nat? I think van would be an ass about it—the interaction we do see is usually van being mean—but maybe they'd naturally warm up? don't know! don't care! love them regardless!!

lastly: misty knitting them like 20 sweaters after their top surgery and being OBSESSED with their scars... yeah. yeah.

[7s3ven]

OBSESSION. tom riddle x fem! reader.

( master list )

IN WHICH… Tom Riddle is partnered with a Gryffindor for potions. He expects them to crush every assignment sent their way, but what he doesn’t expect is him falling in love.

Words: Too many

Warning/s: Not proof-read, Grammar mistakes

A/N: I disappeared for a while, but I’m back now, lol. With Harry Potter oneshots. I have so many in my drafts that I hope to publish soon.

—

“These are your potion partners. You will work with them for the rest of the year. And no, you cannot change.”

Half of the class erupted into groans but Slughorn ignored them. Slytherins and Gryffindors were paired together, one boy and one girl.

Slughorn had purposely paired up Tom Riddle, the cold Slytherin heartthrob, and Y/N L/N, the intelligent Gryffindor beauty, together. He saw their potential together considering both students were academic geniuses.

“A Skele Gro potion? Seriously?” Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. It was one of the easiest potions to make and this was an advanced class.

“Slughorn probably gave the class an easy potion since he partnered us up with people we basically hate.” Tom retorted, staring at the old potions book.

“You hate me?”

“You are a Gryffindor, after all.”

“How original.”

For the remainder of the class, the two were quiet. There were a few words exchanged but not many.

“Pass the scarab beetle.”

“Give me the puffer fish.”

As Tom was busy mixing the potion, Y/N took this as her chance to glance at him. She couldn’t deny that he was attractive with his curled brown hair and high cheekbones.

She soon went back to scribbling a few notes in her textbook, the black ink staining the side of her hand (something she didn’t notice). She wiped the side of her cheek, unknowingly smearing the ink onto her face.

Tom gaze wandered from the simple potion to Y/N, who was leaning over the desk, quill in hand. He looked at the ink on her face, almost smiling in amusement.

“L/N,” He uttered. She turned her head to look at him in confusion, wondering why he had mumbled her name. “You have something on your face.”

She reached up a hand, touching the wrong side of her face.

“Other side- You know what, never mind.” Tom licked his lips and shook his head. He beckoned Y/N forward and with a pinch of hesitation, she stood up.

Tom pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped her cheek, strangely fascinated by the way the ink didn’t stain her face as it did with her hand.

She stared into his dark brown eyes, leaving Tom stunned. Most students, even the girls obsessed with him, were always scared of Tom. But Y/N purely gazed at him, unfazed.

“Thank you.” She slowly said, her lips curving into a small smile.

Tom was silent for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded. “No problem.”

The pair went silent again and when class was dismissed, Y/N shoved all of her things into her bag and fled the room.

Tom took his time in packing up. He picked up a thick leather journal that he didn’t remember owning and when he flipped thorough the messy pages, he realized it wasn’t his.

Every page of Y/N’s book was different. Some notes were messy while others were unbelievably neat.

Tom gently put the book in his bag and hurried out of the classroom to see if he could find Y/N. But she had moved too fast and was nowhere to be seen.

“Tom, why do you look so worried?” Avery came up behind the brunette prefect, slinging a pale arm around Tom’s shoulder.

“Y/N L/N, what do you know about her?” Tom asked.

“What? The Gryffindor girl with the fan club?”

Y/N was, to put it lightly, popular with the Hogwarts students. Not just the boys, in fact. Girls liked her too, both platonically and romantically. Hence her little fan club.

“Yes. What do you know about her?”

“Not a lot. She’s a Gryffindor, obviously. Comes from a wealthy Mudblood”- Avery froze as soon as Tom sent him a stern glare. “Muggle family.” He quickly corrected himself. “She’s smart, pretty, and people like her. She’s, uh, popular and acts as a stand-in for the Quidditch team because, despite liking the sport, she doesn't have enough time to play it regularly."

"Find out anything else about Y/N. And figure out her preferable type when it comes to romantic partners." Tom said, waving Avery off. The blond left, leaving Tom alone to tend to his thoughts.

The sound of heels clicking against the stoned floor filled the silent hallway and a shoulder banged into Tom's.

"Ah! Sorry!" Y/N called out, not realizing who it was.

Tom quickly reached out, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. With a loud gasp of surprise, Y/N harshly crashed into his chest, almost knocking the air out of Tom's lungs.

Tom paused, inhaling the sweet scent of Y/N's floral perfume. "You left your notebook in the classroom. Here." The brunette boy handed Y/N her leather book, their fingers brushing against each other. She gripped her notes tightly, almost as if she was afraid of losing them again.

"Thank you." She muttered, her knuckles turning white. She looked like she wanted to say more but she didn't. She only nodded and ran off.

Tom let out a loud sigh, the brief feeling of Y/N's skin against his imprinted in his mind.

—

"My lord," Avery strode up to Tom, a few pages in his hands. "I, uh, made a list about... you know." He whispered the last part and handed Tom the list.

"Thank you. You may go." Tom looked around to see if anybody was paying attention to him before he flipped through Avery's messy handwriting.

Y/N L/N, muggle-born. Gryffindor. Enjoys studying in the library with her friends and loves (your favourite drink). Her best subject is defence against the dark arts and potions.

Her ideal type wasn't easy to figure out, but I managed to question a lot of her friends without raising suspicion. Her ideal type is people taller than her, and she really seems to like scholars over sporty people. Honestly, there's a lot of grey area so her type could be anyone.

Tom folded the notes and shoved them into his pocket. He cleared his throat, nodding in satisfaction. His first class of the day was potions, and he felt a weird feeling in his chest. It was almost like it… jumped.

Tom could feel his pulse speed up as he got closer to the potions classroom and he momentarily paused to feel it. “Strange.” He muttered under his breath. He must be sick because this had never happened.

Nevertheless, he continued on his way. He was early but there were already a few students inside, one being Y/N. She was sitting at her and Tom’s desk but was speaking to a Gryffindor behind her.

They immediately went silent, though, when Tom approached them. Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line as the awkward silence settled over the room.

Tom cracked open his potions book, his eyes scanning over random words. He could feel Y/N staring at him and when he glanced at her, she hurriedly looked away, her cheeks flushing red.

Tom held back a snicker. “Are you excited for the Yule ball?” Tom unexpectedly asked. He wasn’t one to be phased by silence, but Y/N looked uncomfortable by it.

“Pardon me?”

“The Yule ball. Are you excited? Surely you must be.”

“Oh, um, yes. What about you?”

“I’d rather skip it. But being a prefect, I have to be there.” Tom didn’t care for social events. He hated most of them and found them rather pointless. He had never liked the Yule ball in the first place.

“Have you got a date?” Y/N questioned, fiddling with her quill.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“I’m just curious. How is it that someone like you doesn’t have a date? Girls are crazy for you.” Y/N turned her head to look at Tom, which was probably the first time she had done so since he caught her staring.

“I’m not interested in them. They aren’t what I’m looking for.”

“Well, you have plenty time to find a date, if you want one.”

Tom silently nodded, opening his mouth and then closing it. “You’re on the Yule ball committee, are you not?” He asked after a hint of hesitation.

“I am. I’ve been so busy planning it that I haven’t thought about the event itself. I don’t even know what colour my dress will be.”

“(Favorite colour.” Tom immediately replied, taking Y/N by surprise. “(Favorite colour) would suit you.”

Y/N briefly smiled. “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”

—

As the days passed by, Y/N haunted Tom’s mind like a ghost haunting a dark house. He couldn’t get her out of his mind, no matter what he tried. He had even gone as far as making out with a fellow Slytherin to try and erase Y/N from his mind.

But all he could do was imagine it was Y/N who was desperately kissing him, smearing lipstick marks all over his white collar and drowning him in her sweet perfume.

Tom had gotten little to no sleep for the past week, a certain Gryffindor etched into his brain. The dark circles under his eyes had grown, a sign that he hadn’t been resting well.

“Riddle, are you okay?” Y/N’s voice snapped the brunette Slytherin back to reality. He realised that his head was leaning against his desk and his neck ached. He sat up, looking around the empty classroom. “You, uh, fell asleep.” Y/N explained, “Slughorn let you sleep since you seemed so tired.”

“Ah.” Tom thickly swallowed and cleared his throat. “I’m fine. Thank you.” He waved his hand, trying to dismiss Y/N like he would dismiss Avery but she didn’t leave.

“Are you sure? Slughorn told me to tell you that if you ever need more sleep, you can ask him for a potion.”

Tom stood up, a little wobbly. He picked up his stuff and placed a heavy hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “I’m fine.” He repeated. His hand lingered for a moment too long on Y/N before he lifted it and walked off, slightly unstable.

Y/N watched him leave, her lips parted and her eyebrows furrowed with concern. She recalled how peaceful Tom looked in his sleep, the completely opposite of what he looked like right now. He looked so… rough.

Y/N could faintly remember the feeling of Tom’s hand on her shoulder and she began to wonder how his cold hands would feel on her waist. Shocked by her own thoughts, Y/N violently shook her head.

Tom was attractive but he didn’t like anyone. Not romantically and not platonically. And Y/N would be the last person he’d date, with her being both a Gryffindor and Muggleborn.

Just as Y/N was about to leave, she spotted a slip of paper on Tom’s desk. Curiosity got the best of her and she hurriedly opened it. The paper looked like it had been quickly torn out of a notebook.

Light of my life. Fire of my loins. I can’t get her out of my head, just like how Humbert couldn’t stop thinking about Dolores. Perhaps Lolita is not the best reference to make buy nevertheless. This is not supposed to be happening, not now and not ever. I cannot love and yet here I am, undoubtedly and inexplicably in love with her.

It was Tom’s handwriting, Y/N was sure of it. She felt confused when her heart sank after reading the contents and not seeing her name. She had been thinking about Tom Riddle ever since they got paired up and she was starting to wonder the same question her friends were asking: Did Y/N L/N fancy Tom Riddle?

—

Potions couldn’t come fast enough. Tom and Y/N were the first ones to enter the room. They seemed to have the same idea and try to be as early as possible to get a glimpse of their potions partner before class started.

“What’s the theme for the Yule ball?” Tom inquired.

“It’s the same as it always is.” Y/N replied, “Snow.”

“How original.”

“I wish they’d spice it up a little. But the ball committee isn’t on charge of the them, just the planning and decorating.”

“Still no date?”

“I’ve had a few offers but… not my type. You?”

“No.”

“At this rate, it seems like you’ll never get a date.” Y/N joked but her smile faded when she saw Tom’s unamused face. “Say,” She said, suddenly remembering what she had found a few days ago, “Do you like anyone?”

“It’s impossible for me to like someone.”

“I know… but if you could, who would you like?” Y/N stared at Tom, anxiously awaiting his answer.

He took his sweet time in thinking. So long that Y/N was sure he wasn’t even going to give her a proper answer.

“It’s hard to say who when I don’t feel anything.” Tom lied through his teeth. The girl he was interested in was right in front of him.

“I see. No pressure to answer then.”

“But if I had to describe someone I’d like, if I could feel anything, I’d want her to be kind and caring. The opposite of me to balance it out.”

Y/N could feel anxiety course through her veins as she parted her lips to make a reference she probably shouldn’t have. “Would she be the light of your life and the fire of your loins?”

Tom tried to hide his small amount of panic with a chuckle. “A strange reference, huh? Why Lolita?”

“I just think it’s strange how some people can’t stop thinking about their crushes… like how Humbert was always thinking of Lolita.” Y/N watched Tom’s face for any form of reaction, but he had none.

“How did you find it?” Tom quickly questioned, turning on his wooden chair. “The letter? How did you find it?”

“You left it on your desk. Just tell me who the girl is, I want to know. I’ll even help you ask her out.”

“I do not need your help.” Tom seethed, “And do not mention a word of this to anyone else. We will discuss this after class.”

Perhaps Y/N should have kept her mouth shut. If she did, she wouldn’t have found herself locked in a dingy old basement with Tom Riddle.

I’m going to die, she thought to herself.

“Riddle, I promise I will not mention this to anybody. I swear! You don’t have to kill me! I won’t say anything!”

“I’m not going to kill you, L/N. What do you take me for? A savage?”

Y/N wanted to mention the time where Tom had beaten up a Hufflepuff for accidentally taking his book, but she forced herself not to say anything.

“You want to know who the girl is?” Tom asked. Y/N silently nodded. She subconsciously stepped back as he slowly walked towards her. This pattern continued until Y/N’s back hit a stone wall and she stiffened.

Tom was standing right in front of her, looming over her with that stern stare he always had.

“The girl that I am so infatuated with, to put it lightly, is you.”

Y/N blinked once, and then twice. Then she burst into laughter. “Are you messing with me, Riddle? Is this a joke? Come on, be serious.”

“I’m not the one who should be serious here.” Tom responded, reaching out a hand to tuck a piece of Y/N’s hair away.

“Wait, so you’re not joking?” Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows. She couldn’t ignore the little jump her heart did.

“If I was joking, I wouldn’t be willing to do this.” Tom had to lean down to press his lips against Y/N’s. She jumped and, on instinct, pulled away and slapped Tom.

She froze, her mind processing what she had just done. Then she panicked. "My gosh, Riddle, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to slap you! Are you... okay?" That was a stupid question to ask, considering how red Tom's cheek was right now.

"Fine." He answered even though his face was stinging.

"I didn't mean to slap you. You just caught me by surprise. Sorry... again." Y/N cringed, staring at Tom's reddening cheek. "Say... do you happen to know what loins actually means, Riddle?”

“No. I only used it as a pitiful reference.”

“It's your, uh..." Y/N paused, "Humbert was basically saying that Dolores got him... aroused.” Y/N had expected him to know what it meant, Tom being an academic and all.

“Oh… well, I can assure you that I am not a pedo and nothing like Humbert.” Tom sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I am sorry I kissed you without warning. You are free to go. Just… not a word.”

Tom turned around and even though Y/N wanted to call out his name, she simply stared at him before nodding and walking off.

Tom, who was hoping Y/N would stay, pressed his lips into a thin line. He thickly swallowed, waiting a few minutes to see if Y/N would return. When she didn’t, he could only nod in acceptance.

Love was never meant for some people, and perhaps Tom was in that category.

—

Y/N sat in her dorm room, sitting on the edge of her bed. She clasped her hands together, deep in thought.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Liza, a fellow Gryffindor, bounced up to Y/N. She was one of her dorm mates, and a close friend.

“Are you sure you want to hear it?” Y/N quietly muttered, sheepishly smiling.

“Shoot. I have nothing better to do.”

“Riddle, uh… he…” Y/N struggled to finish her sentence. She could still feel his lips against her’s and for some reason… she liked it.

“What did he do? Did he- No. I knew he was rotten apple! That is unacceptable!” Liza assumed the worst.

“No! No! He didn’t. He… kissed me.”

Liza’s eyebrows rose in shock. She opened her mouth, then closed it. “Riddle… kissed you? Like… actually kissed you? No offence. He just doesn’t seem like the type… to be interested in relationships.” Liza’s gaze fell upon Y/N’s solemn face. “But, uh, how are you feeling? That’s the most important thing.”

“That’s the problem… I’m not too sure. I… liked it? But, it feels wrong. I mean, Riddle is… he’s untouchable. He’s the head boy, he’s smart and charming and loved. And I’m… just me.”

Liza grabbed Y/N’s hands, holding onto them tightly. “You are not just you. You are a top student at Hogwarts. A role model to younger kids. A great candidate for head girl. You are amazing and talented and skilled. You are Y/N L/N.” Liza furrowed her eyebrows as she spoke with such passion.

Y/N teared up at her friend’s kind words. Liza softly smiled and wiped away a stray tear.

“Y/N, do you like Tom Riddle?”

“I’m… not sure.”

“That isn’t an answer. Do you like Tom Riddle?”

“I do.”

Liza grabbed Y/N by the shoulders, tightly gripping them. “Then listen to me, Y/N. You are going to march up to Riddle and you are going to ask that boy out if it’s the last thing you do! And he will accept your offer because he is lucky to even stand so close to you! Do you understand?!”

Liza’s enthusiastic behavior on this matter made Y/N laugh. “Okay, okay. What do I have to do?”

Liza smirked, standing up straight and flicking her raven black hair over her shoulder.

“Leave it to me.”

—

Y/N felt a little foolish as she stood in the crowded hallway, a huge bouquet of flowers in one hand and heart-shaped letter in the other. Liza stood behind Y/N, keeping a lookout for Tom Riddle.

“Is this necessary?” Y/N muttered, gulping as people stared at her when they passed by.

“Absolutely. Come on, I see him.” Liza pushed Y/N forward. Her heart was beating like crazy in her chest. Her knees wobbled like jelly and she found it hard to stand properly.

“Liz,” Y/N whispered, hyperventilating. “Liz. I can’t do this.”

“No. Come on. Y/N, I believe in you. Let’s go.”

Y/N shakily stepped forward. She locked eyes with Riddle, who stared at her in confusion. His eyes flickered to the flowers and the letter, and he tilted his head to the side.

“I can do this.” Y/N muttered to herself.

“You can do this.” Liza echoed.

“I’m a Gryffindor. I’m brave. I’m loyal. I’m courageous. I’m Y/N L/N.” Y/N took a deep breathe before she quickly walked towards Tom.

The sea of students parted for her. They whispered and muttered, wondering what Tom’s answer would be. He was infamous for not caring about other people and, to them, Y/N was just another girl who thought she could change him.

“Y/N.” Tom uttered. That was the first time he had called her by her first name, which said something. Tom’s group that had been accompanying him stepped back, pushing and shoving each other and quietly laughing.

“Tom.” Y/N greeted him back.

“Did you finally say yes to someone asking you out to the Yule Ball?” Tom questioned, reaching out a hand to look at the beautiful flowers. “He has nice choice in flowers.”

“Actually,” Y/N said, stepped closer to the tall brunette, “I’m not the one who has to say yes. But, I’m hoping the person I’m asking will.”

Tom arched an eyebrow, confused and left in the dark.

“Tom Riddle, being your potions partner has been… interesting. It’s been chaotic, which is my favorite kind of fun. You are… amazing, and smart, and a great companion. So, Tom Riddle, despite me being a Gryffindor, will you make me so happy and go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“This is such a Gryffindor thing to do; the girl asking the boy out.” Tom plucked a flower from the bouquet, slightly grinning, “Y/N L/N, you are one amazing girl. I would be honored to be your date.”

Tom slowly tilted Y/N’s chin up and smiled.

“That’s… a yes, right?”

“It’s a yes.”

Malfoy practically tackled Tom. “My friend has a date! Tom finally has a date!”

The hallway burst into cheers and claps. Liza was especially happy. She bounced up to Y/N, hugging her tightly. Other people approached Y/N, joyfully congratulating her and patting her back. Her cheeks ached from smiling so much, but the adrenaline blocked out her pain.

Tom glanced at Y/N, pausing. He adored that glint in her eyes and he hoped it would be there for a long time to come.

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promeposal chibi of Sam inspired by @immodestly-marina post >< (and a cute spn inspired prom proposal on pintrest)

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Prom Night at the Grand Nexus Hotel Pt1

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