SOFT!TOM RIDDLE x FEM!READER .
tw: eating .

soft tom x not soft reader .
ngl i'm writing this bc it's my birthday in three days , and i have the motivation to write so why not??

y/n pov :

the sunlight beams into my window , as i get ready to go see my boyfriend. it's my birthday, and even though i insist on not celebrating, tom always wants to do something.

tom was the most nonchalant , emotionless boy i knew, but around me, he was like a whole different person. happy and loving, clingy yet possessive and soemtimes even slightly manipulative. but i love him this way, and i couldn't imagine anything without him.

as i slip on my heels, i hear three knocks on my door , the same three i get whenever tom's here, even though he knows he can walk in. "come in!" i shout, and with that the door swings open to reveal my handsome boyfriend, in a neat suit, hair slightly styled. he looked
as beautiful as ever.

he smiled at me, as he locked eyes with mine, searching for my thoughts, but he knew he wasn't able to read my mind. i wasn't like the rest. he grabs my hand, and leads me out of the room, down the stairs, and into the busy common room.

it was always busy around four o'clock , and we needed to get out before tom ended up punching somebody. with that in mind, i speed past the groups of people, tom's hand still in mine, leading him to come with me through the large double doors and into the empty enough corridors.

we made our way through the corridors , and finally passed through the magnificent and lofty exit of the castle , that lead to the central courtyard. tom found us a spot by the black lake , it was private yet the sun still beamed down on us , letting us bathe in the slight heat that it radiated.

we sat upon a plaid, scarlet-coloured picnic blanket, with food and three individually wrapped presents. as i got comfy on the plush but uncomfortable blanket underneath me, tom grabbed the intriguing, rich-looking gifts and handed me the smallest, nodding for me to unwrap it.

i begin ripping the brown wrapping paper from around the gift , revealing a blue, rectangular box. the distinct sterling font read on the box; tiffany and co. my eyes widen as i read the brand name, surprised tom would invest in such an expensive brand just for a gift for me.

"you didn't have t-" tom interupts, with a roll of his eyes, "save it, i wanted to treat you. i did have to." he places a cold hand on my thigh, somewhat calming me down as i open up the box, revealing a necklace.

it had a heart charm on it, with a light pink colour in the inside, the necklace was beautiful yet minimalistic and tiny, and would look perfect rested upon my chest. tom knew what i liked and what would suit me, and he made it clear he wanted to treat me to the highest expenses when it came down to gifts, the least i could do was thank him.

"thank you." i speak in a soft, almost subservient voice. it's like i'm inferior to tom, no matter how kind he is to me, apart of me is terrified of him. i notice i'm becoming easier to read, as tom scans my eyes and furrows his brows. his lips part, seconds prior to him speaking, like for a moment he is at a loss for words, "you're welcome, love." he begins, moving his hand further up my thigh, "why are you afraid?"

his eyes search for mine but the barrier was back up many moments before, and i was unreadable once again. i simply shake my head at him, before explaining "i'm not." he simply nods, not wanting to touch too much on the subject. quickly, he hands me another gift, this time the gift is soft, and i can tell it's clothes.

the first article of clothing is a pair of cafe-free, girlish jeans. they seem to be from some sort of boutique, and they're casual enough to dress down or up. i smile, knowing he thought well and hard about how often i'd wear these. the final two things wrapped up with the jeans, were two brown jumpers.

both of the jumpers were lumpy and handmade , perfect for the winter. they'd match the jeans perfectly, but they'd also go with any other pair of bottoms. they would match my wardrobe perfectly, then being a similar style to all the rest of my clothes, and once again i couldn't help but smile at the thought tom had put into his gifts.

"do you like them?" he asks, slightly aggressively. i simply nod, folding the clothes while smiling at him, "i love them." i put the clothes to the side, and lean towards tom, kissing him, softly.

he brings me onto his lap, and melts into my kiss quickly, bringing his hands to my clothed waist, as i wrap my legs around his. he pulls away, looking me up and down while smirking. "happy birthday, doll."

finally, he passes me the last gift, a small, square box. inside, a fine,intricate,white gold ring. it had three diamonds encrusted onto it , one slightly larger than the other two, placed promptly in the middle. it was clearly an expensive ring, almost like a wedding ring, i was speechless.

"its a promise ring." he simply stated, taking it out of the plush,crimson box, and grabbing my soft hand tightly. i look up at him, with doe eyes, as he slides the ring swiftly onto my finger. "thank you." i say, unsure of how to thank him.

"you've already thanked me," he chuckles, placing a quick kiss onto my forehead, "now,eat up, birthday girl." he turns my around in his lap, passing me a sandwich from off of the blanket and filling his mouth up with grapes.

as we eat, and watch the slight ripples the mournful,black lake makes, we talk about everything, making jokes and gossiping about peers.

"i love you." i smile up at him, as we walk away from the secluded spot next to the lake, earning a pleased grin from tom, who was walking at a slightly faster pace than me. "i love you, too." he slightly pulls me with him, making me quicken my steps to catch up with him.

A/N:
i actually sort of hate this but i haven't updated in a while so...