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Before the Ragnorak trailer totally railroaded me, I had dear Mr. Sharpe in my hands

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Imagine:

Distracting Tom Hiddleston from work.

“Y/N! I’m trying to record my lines.” You stuck your tongue out, dancing around the studio. Tom tried not to grin, but he failed. “You are not making this easy, baby.”

“I’ll never make it easy, but maybe I’ll let off a bit this next time.” Tom breathed out his thanks then concentrated on the script. Before he even uttered a line, you made him break character again.

“Y/N! You said you would stop.” You shook your head, wagging a finger at him.

“I said maybe.” Tom stuck his hands on his hips, rolling his eyes.

“Well, how about we make a deal. If you let me finish my lines, we can go grab a  bite at your favorite restaurant. Deal?” You smiled. Tom made the best compromises.

“Deal.”

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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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