dinner with strangers

The Reader and the Writer (Part 3)

Originally posted by juptern

Part one here    Part two here

Anon requests: Will you please do part 3 of the reader and the writer

You’re writing is so amazing, it’s what keeps me alive 😂😍 so thank you for doing such an amazing job and I hope you’re having an amazing day 💜 And I was wondering if you consider writing a part 3 of The Reader and The Writer someday? Because I’d love to read more of it 🙈

Please please PLEASE do a Part 3 to the reader and the writer? It’s amazing x

Omg! Part 3 please gor he reader and the writer 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍



Part 3 of Reader and Writer?? Cause you are too good to us??? Like thank you??? 💞I swoon for your writing 💞


The Reader and the Writer (part 2) was amazing and so are all ouf your writings ! I can’t wait for a part 3 !

Will you do a part 3 of the reader and the writer??




Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The reader returns, and she offers the writer some explanations that he’s been waiting for

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,041

A/N: It’s here! I am so so so sorry for making you guys wait this long, I had so much going on this week and I had barely any time to write at all. I hope this makes up for it, enjoy!

Jughead didn’t expect for (Y/N) to return to Pop’s; in fact, he thought she’d leave town.  However, the following night he was proven wrong when she walked in and sat across him in their usual booth.

“You’re here,” he stated. (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow.

“You expected otherwise?” she inquired, crossing her arms.

“Well, to be fair, I hadn’t seen you in about a month before yesterday,” Jughead defended himself.  (Y/N) sucked in a breath and went to contradict him, but she realized he was right, so she shut her mouth.  They sat in silence, both of them avoiding eye contact with each other.  Finally, (Y/N) sighed and broke the quiet.

“So I’m guessing you want to talk about it,” she said, not even bothering to pull out a book.  Jughead nodded as he closed his laptop.

“I think I deserve a bit more information than the fact that you were born in Riverdale,” he grumbled.

“You do,” she agreed.

“So why did you think that was important to tell me?” Jughead began the interrogation. “Out of all the things to say to stop me from leaving, why that?”

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” (Y/N) attempted to joke, but Jughead didn’t even crack a smile.  She sighed and continued.  "I don’t know, because that’s the beginning. I’m a reader, Jug, I like to start at the beginning of a story.“

"And so your beginning started here.”


“But then you moved somewhere else?” Jughead asked.  (Y/N) nodded.  "Why?“

"Because we had to,” she responded.  "My parents were… unpleasant people, to say the least.  Bad people tend to mingle, and thus my parents met the Blossoms.“  Jughead’s head perked up at the mention of the family.

"The Blossoms?” he echoed.  "As in Jason Blossom?“

"No, the other notorious Blossom family in Riverdale,” she rolled her eyes, sarcasm oozing from every word.  "Yes, Jason Blossom’s family.“  Jughead’s silence signaled for her to continue.  “My family and their family had this long-lasting feud for as long as I can remember.”

“So is that why you left?” he asked.  “Because of the feud?”

“Yes,” she answered tentatively, “and no.  It’s complicated.  You see, I didn’t leave Riverdale with my parents.”  (Y/N) paused for a moment, biting her lip.  “My parents were murdered.”  Jughead’s eyes widened as he realized the severity of her situation.

“The Blossoms did it?” he immediately assumed.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“Not that we know of,” she replied.  “They never figured out who did it.  Yes, the Blossoms were high on the suspect list, but personally, I don’t think it was them.  They’re too snobbish to actually murder someone.”  The pair fell into a silence, Jughead attempting to soak up all the information he was just given.  (Y/N) lazily glanced around the dinner, scanning the strangers’ faces.

“Why’d you come back?” Jughead spoke up.  (Y/N)’s eyes flicked back to his face.

“They were about to sell our old home,” she shrugged.  “My aunt was infuriated, so she packed up all our things and moved here.” Jughead had so many more questions swirling around his mind, but when he observed (Y/N)’s face, he saw how tired and deflated she looked.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “this is too much for you.  I shouldn’t have pressured you to tell me everything at once.”

“No, it’s fine,” she insisted, shaking her head.  “I want to tell you, I… you deserve to know.”  Jughead reached across the table, grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, and gazed at her in a manner she couldn’t quite distinguish.  He didn’t say anything, and neither did she.  They just sat there in the booth, on a quiet day in Pop’s, Jughead holding (Y/N)’s hand and she was letting him.  Without speaking, she understood what he was trying to tell her: there was nothing left to say.

For the next two weeks, neither Jughead nor (Y/N) said anything to each other.  They still went to Pop’s every night, and they sat together at the same booth.  But (Y/N) always had a book, and Jughead always had his laptop.  Frequently, when one of them wasn’t looking, the other would glance up and stare for just a moment.

On a slow Tuesday, Veronica entered Pop’s.  She was only there to pick up the food she and her mom had ordered, but she noticed (Y/N) and Jughead sitting together at a booth, and so she sped over there.

“You’re back,” she noted, sitting down next to (Y/N).  She glanced up, putting Frankenstein down, and shot Veronica a timid smile.

“I’ve been back for a few weeks,” she responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“Really?” she questioned, shifting her gaze to Jughead.  He didn’t look up from his computer.  (Y/N) awkwardly nodded, turning back to her novel.  Veronica glanced back and forth between (Y/N) and Jughead, waiting for one of them to say something.  “Do you guys ever talk?”

“It’s not always necessary,” Jughead replied, rolling his eyes.

“Well yeah,” Veronica shrugged, “but you guys are dead silent.  Neither of you have spoken to each other since I got here.”  When neither of them replied to her comment, Veronica understood that she was unwanted and left.

The two sat in silence for another hour before Jughead interrupted it by slamming his laptop shut.

“Okay, I’ve spent two weeks thinking about what to say,” he started, catching (Y/N)’s attention.  She lifted her eyes from her book and stared at Jughead, puzzled.  “But I don’t know.  I don’t know what to say!  How do I respond to the fact that your parents were murdered?”

“You don’t have to sa-”

“Yes I do!” Jughead interjected.  “Because we’re… friends, we’re friends.  And I’m supposed to say something to make you feel better.”  (Y/N) tilted her head sideways as she gazed at Jughead, trying to think of a reply.

“You still have a question,” she finally said, “don’t you?  And you didn’t want to say anything else because you didn’t want to tempt your own curiosity.”

“No,” Jughead shook his head, “no, I-”

“Just ask,” (Y/N) stopped him.  “Just ask me, Jug.”  He inhaled sharply, and examined her face.  There was no doubt, no hesitation; just determination with a hint of anger. Jughead sighed, giving into (Y/N)’s, and his own curiosity’s, demands.

“What’s your real name?”

Part four here

I think one of my favorite things about Secret Forest is that the writers are allowing Doona’s character to be both a cute, bubbly person (who loves animation) as well as a tough, respected cop.

Usually dramas choose one characater trait over the other, but she is so multifaceted, I love it.

My mother yells at me for going out too often
paying too much for dinner cooked by strangers
yearning for cities too far away to reach by train
she tells me she wants to keep me for a bit longer
in the nook of her arms and bend of her elbows
because I am her dream
a flower seeded in America
blooming far more gracefully than she could have imagined
growing up too fast and leaving too soon.

My hopes and aspirations saturate thoughts of my future
her hopes and aspirations have come to fruition
but they are slowing slipping into the past.
—  American Dream

season 2 of stranger things could just be full episodes of the byers living out their lives in happiness and i would be 200% satisfied

Dinner with a Stranger

Dinner with a Stranger
Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: mention of abuse, fluff
Word count: 1128
A/N: this has been rolling around in my head for most of the day, I just had to write it down! If there is interest, I’ll write another part and finish the story.

Originally posted by loptrlaufey

Y/N huffed her way down the street in London, more lost than she had ever been in her life. Nothing looked familiar, her phone was dead, and she had lost her map four turns ago, not that it was super helpful anyway. Turning down another row of houses, Y/N hoped to high heaven something would begin to look right. Her “alone-cation” wasn’t turning out so well. Behind her sunglasses, a few tears began to fall as she pushed herself to keep walking forward.

“Excuse me, are you alright?” a soft voice said from behind her. Turning quickly and stumbling, Y/N found her nose almost buried in a white button-up. Two strong hands grabbed her arms to steady her and then quickly released. Allowing her eyes to roam up the chest, she found a well shaped mouth, a thin nose, and concerned eyes of the most handsome man she had ever seen in real life.

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Different Earth's, Same Idea

Sorry for the wait! Enjoy!

Request: You’re Barry’s sibling on this earth and Cisco and you’ve never thought about a relationship ever. But then an alternate you pops in for some reason and lays one on Cisco which makes you super jealous and everything super awkward. But you all get a happy ending. (Word Count: 3884)

Originally posted by sssssssim

Growing up as Barry’s little sister wasn’t always easy. After we’d lost our Mom and our father was arrested, things were just slightly different. Yes, we were close, but I think we were both too afraid of losing the other that there was always a distance between us.

As a result, our paths, while traveled together, always had some firm line between it. He became a forensic scientist and I became a sketch artist, both working for CCPD. Living with the Wests was great, but again, that line was always there between Barry and Iris and I, most likely due to the three year age difference we shared. Even when Barry started spending more time at STAR Labs, I wasn’t immediately notified of the major effect of his lightning incident because Joe wanted to keep his girls safe. Iris was a reporter that had a knack for discovering things, and I was only aware of something if it was drawn out right in front of me. Naturally, you can guess who found out Barry’s big secret first.

And after that, it was like a light had switched back on. Learning how our mother died and that Barry now had the power to protect us seemed to immediately close whatever distance he and I had created. It was a closure to a traumatizing night we both desperately needed. And it was one thing that Eobard Thawne had managed to do right: merge my brother and I’s paths back onto the same road.
 As a result, I had two other families I fit in with: the Wests and the STAR Labs team.

And that’s all we were. Family. No harboring feelings for anyone, good or bad. I wasn’t secretly longing for a certain mechanical engineer that was a great friend for both Barry and I.

At least… I think that was the case. Until she had come along.

It was a good night as Team Flash celebrated another win. Caitlin and I were heading the Cortex as both Barry and Cisco were out on the field, an exciting moment for both guys as it was the first official outing for Vibe, and so far it was going really well.

“Alright, boys! That’s a wrap for tonight, so go ahead and come back so the Doctor can patch you up!” I smirked at Caitlin as I leaned back in the chair. I could hear the two superheroes’ confirmation and rolled my chair towards the brunette.


“We never finished our conversation.” Caitlin rolled her eyes with a gentle smile.

“We went out for dinner and had a nice time.” At my grin, she shook her head. “It really isn’t anything. Julian and I are just friends!”

“Uh-huh. Surrre.”

She glared at me, losing the seriousness as a small grin was on her face. Her grin widened though as she squinted her eyes briefly. “What about you? Anyone caught your eye lately?”

I thought briefly about it. Between work at CCPD and work at STAR Labs, there really wasn’t anytime to see or meet anyone new. The closest I got to hanging out with another male (that wasn’t my brother) was Cisco and our office movie nights. It was a way to keep ourselves sane during nights when he needed to work on superhero stuff and I needed to work on police stuff (and there were plenty of them).

Subconsciously, I smiled as I remembered last night’s argument over The Princess Bride, a movie I refused to see simply because it ticked Cisco off.

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I Really, Really, Really Like You

Jonathan Toews x Reader

Team: Chicago Blackhawks

Warnings: Slight language, implied sexual themes, FWB

POV: Second Person

Do you write for Toews? If so, I’d love a fic where you are Fwb, but then he does on a date. Reader is super sad bc she had fallen in love with him, but there’s a happy ending where toews feels wrong on a date with some1 else and comes back to Her. Thanks😘 

Originally posted by hockeyeurs

Your name: submit What is this?

“You’re off early,” You mumbled, hearing Jonathan fumble around the room, attempting to get dressed. You rolled over in bed and looked at him, watching as he scrambled to button up his pants. 

“(Y/n),” He breathed. “We can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” You sat up, completely taken back. “Why?”

“I’m branching out,” He explained. “I’m dating around,”

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Dinner Guests

Group: GOT7

Member: Jaebum

Word Count: 3024

Genre: Smut/Slight angst

You and Jaebum are childhood friends, reunited after 9 years of being apart. When true feelings are confessed, one thing leads to another, and dinner takes an unexpected turn.

(A/N: Y/BF/N = Your best friend’s name)

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Dinner with a Stranger (4/4)

Dinner with a Stranger (4/4)
Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: mention of abuse, fluff
Word count: 1399

Originally posted by hiddlestonedonloki

Leaving Tom was much harder than Y/N ever imagined it could be. He drove her to airport and because he’s Tom Hiddleston, they let him walk her through security and all the way to the gate. They even gave them a private room to say their goodbyes. As soon as the door closed behind them, Tom’s lips were on hers in a firm but gentle kiss. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her close and holding tight as his lips moved against hers in a way that made her want so much more. It almost frightened her how much she wanted to be close to him.

“Stay with me,” he whispered when he finally let them up for air. Foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breaths.

“I can’t,” Y/N replied softly, her eyes closed. “We both knew that me being here was short term.”

“Would you stay if you could?” He asked, his arms still holding her against him.

Y/N sighed as she opened her eyes to memorize his face, her hands cupping his jaw. “I wish I had met you two weeks ago or not at all. Three days has been too short, but would two weeks have been long enough? I don’t think so.”

Tom grinned, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Tom-” Y/N was cut off by his lips crashing into hers, drawing out a moan from her throat. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she tilted her head to give him full access to her mouth, which he took full advantage of. A loud announcement over the speaker calling for her to board the place broke them apart.

“I’ll miss you, my darling,” he whispered, looking deep into her e/c eyes.

“I’ll miss you too, Tom, more than I ever thought possible.” Y/N replied, a tear forming that Tom swept away with his thumb. At the gate, Y/N glanced back at Tom while her ticket was scanned and then, with a small wave, she turned and forced herself to walk down the tunnel and find her seat. Getting settled, she had to take a moment to steady her breathing to keep from bursting into tears.

As soon as she was out of sight, Tom whipped his phone from his pocket and dialed as he began hurrying down the long hallway.

“Helmsworth, where are you right now? I need a favor.”
Y/N landed in Dallas exhausted. Her parents picked her up from the airport, so happy to see her. She forced herself to smile and find the joy in being with her family, they never failed to raise her spirits. On the ride home, Y/N filled them in on most of the trip. They told her some surprising news that her ex had been kicked off the force. Apparently he had been stealing drugs and money that had been entered in as evidence. He was currently awaiting his court date in jail because even his own family refused to post bail.

When they arrived at their house, Y/N felt a little more like herself. Her fears of running into her ex were greatly diminished, so much so that she felt like she might be able to tell her parents about Tom. As an adult, she certainly didn’t need to, but there was no reason to hide her joy from them. She decided that as soon as she got settled, she would tell them.

After a shower and a bit of unpacking, Y/N was ready to talk. She left her wet hair falling around her shoulders, her face free of makeup, and dressed comfortably in a loose sundress as she replayed the conversation over in her head. She knew they would be happy but probably concerned. Her mind was so focused on the conversation that she wanted to have with them, she didn’t notice that there were three voices in their small kitchen. As she padded barefoot into the kitchen, she stopped short at the sight of Tom having a cup of coffee at the table with both her parents.

Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she saw her parents smiling at Tom in quiet conversation. He looked up and smiled at her, his eyes shining. He slowly stood and walked to stand in front of her. Y/N barely held back the tears that filled her eyes as he gazed down on her face.

“Hello love,” he said softly, his eyes looking into hers with hope.

“How?” Y/N shook her head in disbelief as the tears finally fell down her cheeks.

“I called in a favor,” Tom gently swept her tears away as he cupped her face. “Is this okay?” he whispered.

“God yes!” Y/N cried as she flung her arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around her waist and held fast as he hugged her, lifting her off her feet for a moment. He held her until a sound that could only be a father clearing his throat broke in.

“Oh,” Y/N said as they pulled part, “Mom, Dad, this is-”

“Yes, we know honey, Tom explained already.” Her mother smiled over her cup of coffee.

“How long have you been here?” Y/N looked at Tom incredulously.

“Nearly an hour,” Tom actually blushed a little as he smiled, looking between Y/N and her parents. “I, umm, I have something to talk to you about, Y/N. Can we step outside for a moment?”

“Oh, um, okay, sure,” Y/N looked at the table long enough to see both of her parents grinning like idiots as she led Tom through the back door to the covered porch, stepping into a pair of flip flops she kept at the door. Tom held her hand as they stepped off the porch and into the grass and the orange light of the setting sun.

“Y/N, I have something absolutely crazy to ask you.” He began, stopping to turn to her, still holding her hands in his.

“Okay.” Y/N waited, holding her breath.

“I understand if you think I’m insane and just send me away, I honestly wouldn’t blame you if you did.” He took a deep breath before continuing, his eyes hopeful. “I… I love you. We’ve known each other such a short time and I would never dream of trying to push you faster than can go, but I… I want to be with you. Whatever that needs to look like for you…. I just…. I’m yours, Y/N.”

“Tom,” Y/N breathed out. “My Tom, I love you too, so very much. It almost scares me how much I love you. But how can this work? I’m leaving for New York in a week and you are… Tom Hiddleston.”

“Ah, yes, well here’s the beauty of it, my darling,” Tom grinned a delightfully wicked grin. “I’m in New York quite often. So often, in fact, that sometimes I need a ‘home base’ as it were.”

“Oh really?” Y/N returned his grin as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to hers. “I might have a place you can stay if you get in a bind.”

“You might?” He asked, his lips centimeters from hers.

“If you ask me nicely.” she whispered.

“May I?”

“You may.” She replied just as his lips crashed down on hers. He swept her off her feet and whirled around, causing her shoes to fly across the yard towards her parents watching from the screen door. Their arms linked together, both smiling, happy to finally see their daughter find happiness.

6 months later….

Cameras flashed such that Y/N was nearly blinded but she kept smiling, her arm around Tom’s waist. They were attending a charity function and Tom warned her about the reporters and their cameras. He gave her pointers on how to keep smiling and not look like a maniac. His arm around her waist kept her grounded. Someone yelled something and Tom turned to look down into her face, love shining that even the furthest photographer couldn’t miss it. With a grin, he leaned down and gently touched his lips to hers. He brought her left hand up to his chest and stood such that the flashing lights bounced off of the diamond gleaming on her finger.


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A/N: This has been such a lovely story to write! Thank you for taking this short journey with me! If you would like to be added to my for always tag list, just send me a message or an ask and you will be added. Thank you, my dearies!

Properly Acquainted

AKA Will and Hannibal flirt and shamelessly dry-hump in a Halloween store. I’m… almost sorry for this?

This is the first of my giveaway fics, for @captainwingdings, who placed second and requested a fic based on a dream they had:

Young Will encounters Med student Hannibal at a halloween store. I had a dream last night where Will (age 20 in this) was visiting family (or his cousins, just pretend he has them) during Halloween time, and he goes with his little cousins (like age 17 or so, so not that little) to a massive Halloween store. Cue slightly older (Med student?) Hannibal. Because what better time to kill some pigs than when everyone is setting out gory decorations? So basically Hannibal takes a liking to Will and kinda follows him around the shop because Will knows all these bloody facts and keeps telling his cousins. Hannibal is automatically smitten, of course, and goes out of his way to talk to Will and press his body up against his in the tiny aisles.

I took some liberties with plot, but hopefully the spirit of the dream is still there!

Also on Ao3 here.

“I want that big axe! I bet you could cut someone’s hand off with an axe like that!”

Will found himself at the local party outlet, babysitting his niece Abigail for the afternoon. Halloween was coming up, and Uncle Will, a criminal justice student at the local community college, was the ideal choice to help pick out the most gruesome costume.

“Well, um. The axe would be a particularly bad choice for any kind of close-range combat.”

“Close… what?”

“Look, you want to be a scary killer, right?”

“Well yeah. Duh.”

“So, you need an effective weapon. The axe isn’t going to do you much good in a fight. You’re really only going to want it for hacking at things from about arm’s length.”

They were currently in an aisle full of plastic fake weapons, the kind you could carry around spattered with fake blood and spook out all the little kids in the neighborhood – every ten-year-old’s dream.

“Yeah but it’s so BIG! I want that one.”

“How about you try the Bowie knife, that’ll be the most effective.”

“But a knife isn’t as scary as an axe.” 

“But it’s… look, if it were up to me, I’d rather fight someone who had an axe than a Bowie knife. You can see an axe coming and get out of the way pretty quickly. A knife sneaks up on you. And look at the curve on the end – that’s gonna rip out all your guts.”

“Yeah, but the axe is like… so big. I want the axe.” Her well-honed pout gave her the air of a mistreated Bassett Hound, a face that she knew from years of experience was Uncle Will’s kryptonite.

“… fine. We’ll get the axe. But you have to let me mix your fake blood for you, the stuff they sell at these stores doesn’t even congeal right.”

“Uncle Will, you’re so weird.”

“Do you want this costume to be accurate or not?”

“I want to be scary.”

“Accurate is scarier than anything you could come up with, I promise you.”

“Pardon me for overhearing, but I’d have to recommend the butcher knife over the Bowie, if we’re talking close combat. Specifically the Japanese yanagi ba, traditionally used for sashimi.”

“Excuse me?” Will noticed for the first time the man standing to their left in the aisle, perusing a set of generic teen-murder-movie hockey masks. The tall, gorgeous, very well dressed, mysteriously-accented man to their left. Will realized he was gawking and snapped his mouth shut, hoping the man hadn’t noticed.

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Dear Y/N

Originally posted by prowrestlingnow



I need to start off this letter, do you know how beautiful you looked today. Not that you don’t look beautiful everyday. There was something different about you the way you looked today. You take my breath away every day which kinda leads me to why I have hidden this letter in your carry on. Hopefully you’ve found it. If you haven’t then I was a complete dumbass to think that leaving a letter in your carry on would be a good idea.

There’s something I’ve been wanting to say but every time I’ve tried it’s come out like a jumbled mess or we’ve been interrupted or we’ve both fallen asleep dude to how tired we both are after working a live show or Smackdown. But I can’t waste anymore time without you knowing. Some of the guys, have spoken about doing this all romantically and perfectly but I know my girlfriend and she doesn’t need violins and fancy expensive restaurants. Besides, when do we ever get the time to do all that. You totally deserve way more than a fancy dinner and some random strangers playing the violin’s. Anyway I need to cut the point of this letter. I’m just going to come out and say it.

I love you.

I always have since the first time we started dating but I didn’t want to rush into things I didn’t want you to think I was trying to rush the entire relationship, I just feel like now is the right time to tell you.

Man I can’t wait until I see that small smile appear on your face as you realise what I’m telling you. Hopefully your kiss me, your kisses Darlin’ are sweeter than honey. It’s either that or I’m going to get slapped around the face, either one I’d be fine with.



AJ x

P.S, since I said I love you twice does that mean I get kissed twice. Or slapped twice. Either’s okay with me I just had to tell you.

Love Letters are now CLOSED, however our normal requests and would includes are OPEN.

anonymous asked:

If your taking prompts maybe glanni getting some unwanted advances while waiting on ithro to show up for their date or something

I was hoping to get some requests about Glanni or Ithro! :3 Never written them before.

Glanni knew he looked good.

He was wearing his favorite heeled boots, skin tight black pants, and a deep purple collared shirt. Over the shirt was a charcoal vest where a gold watch peeked out of the pocket. His makeup was on point, as always, and his hair was slicked back.

Glanni knew he looked good.

He didn’t need some idiot who couldn’t get a clue to tell him that. Over and over.

“It’s so cold out, beautiful. Why don’t you come to my place and we’ll warm each other up?” The man way saying. 

“I am so close to punching you, you don’t even know,” Glanni replied in a monotone voice. He had tried moving to the other side of MayhemTown’s park fountain but the man had yet to leave him be. And Íþró was late for their dinner date.

The stranger pressed up again Glanni’s side. “I like it rough,” he said, sliding a finger under Glanni’s chin.

Glanni narrowed his eyes, “It was a threat, actually.”


“Remove the finger or lose it.”

“Let me impress you with my fingers and you won’t want me to remove them.” 

Just when Glanni was about to sink his own fingers into the other man’s eyes, a voice called behind him, “Glæpur! Sorry I’m late!”

Suddenly, Glanni was pulled back away from the stranger. Íþró held him in a dip and kissed him hard. Glanni threw one leg in the air to stay balanced and wrapped his arms around Íþró’s neck. 

When Ithro pulled back, he and Glanni turned to face the stranger, still holing their positions. 

“Is this man bothering you, Glæpur?” Íþró  asked loudly.

Glæpur?” The stranger looked horrified, “As in.. as in GLANNI Glæpur?!”

Glanni gave him his best shark smile, “The one and only.”

The man made a quick exit after that. Íþró set Glanni upright, glaring after the stranger. Glanni looped an arm around Íþró’s shoulders, “Do you always kiss on the first date?”

“As always, you’re the exception to my normal rules.”

“Mmm, I think I like being an exception.”    

Dinner with a Stranger (2/3 or 4)

Dinner with a Stranger (2/3 or 4)
Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: mention of abuse, fluff
Word count: 1180

A/N: so this story now has a life of its own… good luck readers!

Tom pulled up at Y/N’s hotel at 6:55pm, finding a quick parking spot, he walked into the lobby and found her sitting with her back to the door. He silently walked up behind her chair and cleared his throat.

“Excuse me, ma’am, but do you have plans for this evening?” He asked, his voice soft. Y/N turned and smiled up into his sparkling eyes.

“Why no I don’t. What did you have in mind?” Y/N questioned.

“Dinner?” He asked, one eyebrow raising as he watched her stand and turn toward him. She looked amazing in grey slacks and a navy blouse. Her heels brought her head up to his shoulders. He extended his arm and Y/N smiled as she took it and fell into step with him as he led her to the car.

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Burn Pt.2 (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 1,711

Warnings: Swearing

Authors Note: YAY! I finally got to writing this! This is mostly fluff, but there is going to be a part 3 because if you think I’m going to end this series without a bit (ALOT) of angst, you don’t know me at all. BE SURE TO GIVE ME FEEDBACK AND REQUESTS FOR PART 3 IF YOURE INTERESTED! LOVE YALL. 

Requested: But I’m too lazy to find the requests… so no.

Part 1


You didn’t have to wait long for a response. You sat in your cubicle at work when your phone started to ring, when you pulled it out to see an unknown number you smirked before you answered it.

“Hello?” You said innocently.

“Hi, um. I didn’t know if you wanted me to call or um- to text you. And is this too soon? I feel like it’s too soon, but I- I uh- I couldn’t wait.” He jumbled out from the other side of the phone.

You let out a soft laugh

“Actually, I’m pleasantly surprised.” You say genuinely.

You could hear him sigh in relief.

You turned up west side story in the background, just enough so he could hear it through the phone. You leaned in to the speakers of your laptop.

“So.. uh, wait is that west side story?” He exclaimed.

Score, you knew read that about him somewhere.

“Yeah! It is.” You respond, scared as to if he would ask you more about the musical. (Hey, you cared about the interview but you didn’t care that much to research a whole musical.)

You smiled just at the thought of him getting excited about it.

“So, Lin, how are you?” You ask pulling out a notepad to write down as much as you could.

“I’ve been good, busy actually. But like that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t make time out for you if you wanted to grab a bite with me.” He chanced.

A one on one interview with Lin? What more could you want?

“Really? You’d do that for me?” You asked, giddy.

“I’d do anything for a chance with you.” He said smoothly.

Damn, he was smooth when he wasn’t flustered.

“Alright, time and place.” You asked as you began to play with the pen in your hand.

“Is tonight ok? I know dinner isn’t ideal, but I know this great restaurant.. and I”

“Dinner sounds great. Pick me up at 6:30. I’ll text you my address.” You said promptly before he embarrassed himself once more.

“Uh ok.” He said hesitantly, unsure what to call this meeting of yours.

“It’s a date.”

“It’s a date?!” He exclaimed questioning if he’d heard you right. The happiness was audible in his voice.

You giggled before you responded.

“Can’t wait to see you babe.” You said into your phone before hanging up.

You rushed home that evening, mostly to brainstorm how you were going to record all the information he was going to give you without looking suspicious. You didn’t want to hurt him. You really didn’t, but your job meant to much to you to risk and you were willing to break a few hearts doing so. You decided on a recording device to put in your purse and a small notebook that you titled ‘Lin’s Interview’ for when you needed to write down key things. You glanced at the clock only to have a heart attack realizing it was 6:15. Scrambling to get ready, you slipped on a black dress and some heels, throwing your hair up and quickly packing your bag before someone knocked at your door.

“Coming!” you yelled. You mentally gave yourself a reminder to start the recording device once in the restaurant before opening the door.

Your breath was knocked out of you.

He stood at your door in a button down and a pair of nice dress pants, his hair pulled back.


He was hot.

“Whoah.” he said looking at you up and down. “You look beautiful.”

He offered you his hand like a gentleman and you took it as he led you out of your apartment. You suddenly wished you would have spent more time on your outfit and makeup tonight. You began to smooth out your hair, why did you even care? It wasn’t like you actually were going on a date. This was strictly for work you reminded yourself.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to look more beautiful from this morning but boy was I wrong.” he complimented you on the elevator.

You hooked your arm around his and leaned up to press a kiss onto his cheek to see a blush spread his face.

“Quite the charmer aren’t you?” you say, “Do you do this with all the girls who run into you?”

“Nope. Only to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, God knows when I’ll ever see you again.”

It was your turn to blush and you buried your head into his side.

“You really do flatter me Lin.”

You arrived at the restaurant to be seated in the back corner booth. Lin’s arm never left your waist as he walked with you behind the server. You slipped into the booth across from him and leaned on the table, before you could start the conversation, Lin beat you to it.

“You seem awfully comfortable going out to dinner with a complete stranger, not that I’m complaining, but do you do this often?”

You pretended to act offended, “Are you calling me easy Lin?”

“I-what! No, of course not. Shit. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut and admired your face.” he stuttered.

You laughed, “Truthfully I don’t do this often, but I’m young and life is too short to miss out on a date with an incredibly attractive man who seems to be interested in you.” you said naturally. None of it was forced.

“HA.” he chuckled shaking his head, “I’m sure you’ve been approached by much more attractive men than I.”

“Nope, your the hottest in NYC.”

“I must be dreaming.” he said rubbing his eyes.

“Why Lin? Do you see me in your dreams”

Lin’s eyes went wide and he kept his mouth shut.

“It’s only our first date Y/N, I don’t want to scare you off already.” he said finally with a smirk.
The dinner went too quickly, of course. You weren’t expecting to have such a good time. It had been such a long time when you felt at ease at a first date, he made you feel so special.

The waiter came with the check and before he could pull out his wallet, you pulled out your credit card from your bra (For easy access. Don’t judge me). You saw Lin’s eyes follow your hand to your chest and his eyes went dark and face slightly flushed before he snapped his head back up. You put the credit card on the bill and tried to call over the waiter before he argued.

“NO! What do you think you’re doing?” he said taking your credit card once he processed the situation and shoving his credit card onto the bill.

“Lin I owe you, remember? I’m the one who ran into you today.” you said giddy from the date.

“No, you made up it up to me by deciding to go out with me. I can die a happy man now that I got even 15 minutes with you.” he said holding the bill to his chest so you couldn’t grab it. He called the waiter over and handed him the bill before you could do anything. The waiter took the bill and you looked at Lin with a pout.

“God, how are you just as hot when you’re upset?” he laughed and you couldn’t hold the pout for much longer as it transformed into a smile.

“I owe you now for putting a frown on that pretty little face of yours.” he said getting out of the booth and you followed him out of the restaurant.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” you said as you stood at the curb waiting for your uber.

“I’m going to make sure you get home safe.” he said, his arm finding its place around your waist.

“Oh, Lin. You really don’t need to do that for me. You’ve already done so much.” you said turning to him.

“I insist. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt and I wasn’t there.” he said as he opened the car door for you and you felt your heart swell at his kindness. He was a good guy, a great guy actually.

Before you knew it, the car stopped in front of your apartment and you paid the driver as you got out of the car and Lin followed you to the doors.

“I had a really great time tonight.” he said tucking a stray hair of yours behind your ear.

“Me too.” you said your face hot realizing how close he was. You glanced down at his lips, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss you.

“I’d better go to bed if I want to get to work tomorrow.” you sighed and turned to the door when Lin pulled you back. He pulled you close so that your face was just millimeters from his. His hands found the small of your back and his lips were on yours. You immediately kissed back with just as much passion as your arms found their way around his neck. Sparks ignited in your gut and your heart fluttered. You pulled away first, out of breath, leaning your forehead against his.

“Lin.” you whispered.


“You owe me a second date.”

“Fuck yes.” he said causing you to giggle. You pulled him into another kiss, quick this time and you turned toward the door.

“Get home safe.” you said before walking into the complex and heading towards the elevator. You blew him a kiss through the glass door of your complex building and he made the motion of catching it and putting it into his back pocket. Your heart was pumping fast as you got into the elevator, and once the doors closed you placed your fingertips on your lips where you swore you still felt sparks. Once on your floor you practically floated into your apartment and landed on your bed feeling like you were on a cloud.

You liked him. You liked him alot. You liked him so much you forgot to turn on the recording device, write anything down, and anything he said during your date. You forgot about the interview. You forgot it was work. The only thing on your mind was the way his lips felt on yours and the way it made your heart skip a beat.

Colton Parayko - Teasing (Requested)

Originally posted by intermissionpenguins

A/N: Hey guys I know I said I would get out two today but honestly I’ve just been having such a bad day. I’m really sorry but I hope you guys enjoy this one.

Warnings: Some drinking and mentions of alcohol.

Word Count: 565

Request: Can you pls do a Colton Parayko imagine about you and him recapping embarrassing moments the both of you have had.

“This one time Y/N was coming to meet me at the arena because I accidentally took her wallet with me and she was walking in the tunnels and came face to face with Malkin and she just turned beet red and started mumbling the three words she knows in Russian. I swear to god I’ve never seen her so embarrassed before” Colton said with a laugh.

“It wasn’t that funny” you mumbled as you fidgeted with your glass. You knew Colton was just trying to make conversation but you were kind of annoyed that it was at your expense. 

“Babe come on it was really funny, you were so cute and star struck,” Colton said before taking a sip from his beer.  You didn’t answer but instead took a sip of your drink and gave him a little smirk. You and Colt were hosting a small BBQ at your place now that most of the guys were back for the start of the new season. Almost everyone had gone home already, leaving you a Colt plus a few of the other young guys hanging around finishing drinks near the camp fire. 

“What about that time you picked up the wrong person at the airport?” you said breaking the comfortable silence and deciding to embarrass Colton just a little. “Colt had to go pick up my sister from the airport because I was stuck in class” you started to explain “Once I got out of class I had a bunch of text from my sister saying that she was still at the airport and one from Colton saying he was waiting with my sister at home with supper. I call my sister and she’s still at the airport and for the life of me I can’t figure out who the hell Colton is with. So I go get my sister and we head back to the apartment and I walk in on Colton having dinner with this complete stranger. I couldn’t stop laughing honestly, I know this was the first time he was meeting my sister but I thought he had seen enough pictures” you said with a smile as most of the guys laughed at Colt. 

“Okay I think story time is over,” Colt said as he finished off his beer.  The guys nodded in agreement and you and Colt walked them out.

“Thanks for the laughs Y/N, I’ll make sure to never send Colt to pick someone up for me,” Reaves said with a laugh and wave as he left.

“Anytime, I have more stories if you ever need” you answer with a wave before closing and locking the door.  

“They’re going to bug me about that for the next week you know that right?”Colt said as he climbed the stairs to your bedroom. 

“I know” you smirked as you followed him, peeling off your sweater to get into your pajamas. “If it makes you feel any better I was way more star struck when I met you,” you said as you took a step closer to Colt, leaning up to give him a small kiss. 

“Oh trust me I know, I thought you were having a heart attack” he laughed and climbed into bed.  

“You should have seen what I looked like when you actually texted me, I almost fainted,” you said and crawled into bed next to him. 

“And look at us now,good” he said as he pulled you close to him.

“We did pretty good eh?”

“I think so,” he said and kissed you softly.