#Promposal
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eego0 · 8 months ago
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CHAT im not joking my platonic soulmate just asked me to prom with this sign I’m actually LOSING IT
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7s3ven · 1 year ago
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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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ask-walter-and-vince · 5 months ago
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Bumpin that
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meowmeowcat759506 · 6 months ago
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I haven’t been active AT ALL!! Been super busy with school but thought that the FOB side of tumblr would appreciate this promposal for my girlfriend <3 if u guys want I can post her reaction tmrw …hehe XD
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mad-scientist-enthusiast · 11 months ago
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I need you all to know, when I was a junior in high school (before Malevolent was out I believe... I don't actually know when it came out but this was definitely before I started listening to it) I asked my date to prom with a King in Yellow themed promposal.
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Also, we ended up making our matching prom outfits King in Yellow themed.
It's a little silly looking back on it, but at the time I thought it was the coolest thing in the world.
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liamworths · 6 months ago
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Liam não era romântico, sensível, muito menos estava procurando um relacionamento sério. Ir sozinho para o baile era a melhor opção, ele estava certo disso desde o dia em que foi anunciado o evento. Mas por que ficava balançado toda vez que via um campista chamar outro como par para o baile? Pensava nela, e no quanto queria a companhia dela de novo. Ainda assim, passou dias com aquilo rondando a cabeça, sem tomar atitude alguma. Já haviam se passado dias desde o encontro arranjado no coreto de Afrodite, ela nem deveria mais estar pensando nele. Foi no dia anterior ao baile que, enquanto comia morangos com seu melhor amigo, teve uma lembrança, e aquilo foi o pontapé que precisava para fazer alguma coisa.
Com a ajuda de @archibvlds, cobriu os morangos com chocolate, confeitou com as letras em cima, o ponto de interrogação e alguns corações. Pôs tudo dentro de uma caixa e partiu para o chalé de Thanatos com um solitário lírio na outra mão. Sorriu meio sem jeito quando a viu sair pela porta do chalé. “ Hoje mais cedo eu tive uma lembrança. A gente comendo morangos lá na ilha, e você dizendo que ficaria muito melhor se tivesse chocolate neles. ” Sorriu com a lembrança, feliz por estar recuperando-a aos poucos. Na ilha, tudo era escasso, mesmo as frutas. Sonharam por um ano com comidas e sobremesas que não sabiam quando - e se - comeriam novamente. “ Estou há uns sete anos atrasados, mas... ” Explicou, ao abrir a caixa, revelando o conteúdo. Os olhos não desprendiam do rosto dela, observando cada reação e esperando uma resposta positiva para a pergunta que veio a seguir. “ E aí? Quer ser meu par no baile de amanhã? ” Esticou o lírio para ela.
com @azolman
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sailorrose19 · 9 months ago
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Would you believe me if I said Mammon was the first to ask her to RAD's first ever prom?
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judas-not-that-one · 7 months ago
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working on a little promposal project for my friend :)
i’m super excited about it
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swarmof2billionlocusts · 6 months ago
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Yall think she’ll say yes 🙏🙏
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cherrypiewhy · 6 months ago
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how my prom must look
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luc1fersducky · 7 months ago
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try THAT for a promposal fuckers (giving it to her tomorrow i am almost as nervous as i would be during an actual proposal
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hxc66 · 6 months ago
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I’ve been so inactive but some fun news: I did a promposal for my not girlfriend today🤭 we were already going to go prom together (we already have our outfits and everything) but being me I had to do something dramatic so I did 🙏 her first words were “i swear to god I’m going to punch you in the face” but she was smiling so a win is a win😝
We also found out that apparently we have fans???? A group of freshmen think we’re dating (which is fair I mean we definitely act like a couple that’s been together 8 years already/an old married couple) and call us the “short lesbians” (rather than this other couple who we’re friends with who they call the “tall lesbians”)???? And when they found out I was doing the promposal they all got excited and asked our teacher to take videos to show them on Monday LMAO we have never spoken to these children so how they know about us is beyond us but hey I’ll take it.
I also made the “tall lesbian” couple cry cuz they said my promposal was so cute it was funny.
The promposal: I wrote a poem talking about our relationship and how she’s my person and just talking about all our little moments I didn’t name drop her but she knew it was about her and at the end I did a cheesy roses are red I think you’re the bomb you should turn your head and look at that sign that says “PROM?” And had some of our fav freshmen hold up signs it was cute
Anyway I’m gonna try to post more again since I’m officially done with school now 🙏
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ask-walter-and-vince · 1 year ago
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Flustered (animation wips)
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lil-miss · 7 months ago
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PROMPOSAL??
On MY blog??
It’s more likely than you think
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She made flowers out of my fanfic!!!
@cristmascarolciller
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demonitizedstuff · 8 months ago
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"Here's where she meets Prince Charming, but she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three!"
My Promposal for this year! Hours of effort and fighting with my printer and Molasses-Slow Laptop has birthed a board and a gorgeous handmade Enchanted Rose with lights!
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thehouseofmorningstar34 · 7 months ago
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Tommorw is the silver ball at the moon kingdom of course I had to ask the king in style
(we're going to see a movie and a silent prom event)
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