#Robert Laing

[takenbtwind]

Been binging Tom Hiddleston media and I have an important chart for you all

[holdmytesseract]

a/n: Welcome to my Hiddles characters masterlist! Have fun reading!

🌙 Afterglow

🌙 I Won't Let Go

🌴 Dangerous Paradise

🍸 I got a Man - but I want You {18+}

🍸 Miracles

🍸 All The Right Moves

🕯Mine

🕯In Love and Pleasure {18+}

🕯Hearts Aflame

🕯Attraction

🔍 Knight With Curls and Blue Eyes

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Burnt Out 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, anxiety/stress, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Robert Laing

Summary: you're stressed out and ready to escape, but the way out might not be as glamourous as it seems.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You flinch as you peel away the hangnail. Ugh. You need to stop doing that. Your hands are a mess. Short nails, brittle too. The skin and cuticles are fraying but not on their own. You can’t help it. A nervous habit. Stress. 

You’re not sure how much more you can take. It’s not a choice. Nothing in life is your choice. You didn’t even choose to be alive. Your parents always treated you like your existence was forced even on them. That barely matters. You haven’t seen either of them in years. 

You still your hands and go back to typing. If you don’t get this done, you’ll be in for another lecture from Mr. Brenner. ‘You haven’t finished the group reservation? You’re going to mess everything up again!’ 

Yeah, yeah. That’s how it goes. You can’t do anything right. It’s probably why you ended up here. You deserve this purgatory. 

As you import the files from the travel site and review for discrepancies, you hear the doors. Great, you’ll come back to it. You check the time. It’s not even noon. More bad news and the messenger is the first to be shot. 

You glance over the front desk and do a double take. Guilt speckles over your cheeks. The man is handsome. Tall and trim. You don’t know why you notice but you do. His blonde hair is neatly parted, yet there’s a small wave to it. He wears a fine grey suit which probably costs as much as a week of your minimum wage. 

It shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t even occur to you. You deal with all sorts. The traveling businessmen, the body builders in town for the convention, and even those meeting for some forbidden tryst. Hotels are not the place for judgement. 

“Hello, sir, welcome to Sapphire Suites,” you smile. You usually only bother when Brenner is around to fume down your neck. “Do you have a reservation?” 

“I do,” he answers in his lilted accent. Oh. Deadly. “I understand I’m well ahead of check-in, however, I only came to inquire if I might leave my bags with you until then.” 

Polite and he reads the fine print. What more could a girl ask for? Usually, you’d be annoyed. Why would you come so early? Our housekeeping isn’t even done their first floor. Not today. He’s too pleasant to be irritated. 

“Well, I can certainly see if your rooms are ready. We weren’t booked up last night so it’s possible.” You offer. 

“That would be wonderful, so long as it doesn’t put you out,” he steps up to the desk as the wheels of his bag quiet. “Robert Laing. I believe I’ve got the executive.” 

You already know it’s ready. It’s expensive and rarely booked on weeknights. It’s only a Tuesday. 

“Let me see, Laing...” 

“L-A-I-N-G,” he spells it out. “No one expects the I.” 

“Oh, thanks,” you backspace and put in the proper spelling. Yep, it’s green. “Good news, it’s set. I just did the keycards so I’ll go grab yours.” 

You go back to the carefully organized folio, arranged by room number. You spent your first hour swipe and coding each one. You take his and bring it back with the liability form. 

“If you don’t mind, there is a waiver,” you put the paper down. “I’ll need a piece of ID as well. And a credit card.” 

“Of course,” he slides out his wallet and provides both cards. You take them as he looks over the form.  

You go to scan both and upload them into his file. You return them as he signs with a metallic pen, slipping it into his front pocket before sliding the page across. You thank him and scan that as well. You come back to hand over his keys and give him the spiel. 

You retract your hand as he looks down at it. You try to hide your chafed and cracking fingertips. You’re mess. Your name tag is barely hanging on and the scarf is crooked and only half under your collar. 

“Your WIFI and room service details are in here,” you point to the sleek little folio with his door cards. “Everything you need should be in your room. The pool is behind me and the private spa rooms can be booked by calling down. Oh—did you need a parking pass, sir?” 

“Please, Robert works for me,” he insists, “I flew in so not driving. Might I put in a request?” 

“Um, okay?” You stare at him anxiously.  

“Any recommendations for in-town activities? I’m egregiously early for the conference and I get restless pent up in hotels,” he drawls. “Perhaps a shopping center or if you’re permitted, any worthwhile bistros?” 

“Geez, I forgot to mention, there’s Ruby��s. The restaurant attached to us, just that way when you head out the doors. They have a patio but it’s getting a bit chilly. And er, the bar, The Gem, that’s on the second floor.” 

“Wonderful,” he covers the key folder with his hand. 

You smile. If Mr. Brenner was there to witness your immaculate customer service, he might just lay off of you. Or he’d ask why you didn’t smile more often.  

“You’ve been amazingly helpful, dear,” he says. “I do hope the day doesn’t prove very hectic for you.” 

“Thank you, sir—Um, Robert,” you correct yourself as his brow tweaks. 

“And you...” he leans forward to read your name tag. “Beautiful name.” 

“Thanks,” you swallow dryly, “enjoy your stay.” 

Finally, he leaves you. You watch him go, his bag rolling after his long strides. You don’t move until he’s closed up in the elevator. You want to cringe. You’re a mess and on top of that, you’re awkward to boot. It’s not that you don’t want to be good at your job, it’s that you hate it, and you’re no good with people. But work is work. 

You retreat into the back room and dig in your purse. Your lips are chapped and raw. You layer on the medicated balm and sigh. You take out the little daisy-shaped mirror and check your reflection. Aren’t you so stupid? Look at you. A man like that would never waste his time with a front desk worker ant, let alone someone so repulsive. 

[lokidbadguy]

I NEED TOM IN ROMCOM OR THRILLER MOVIES MORE! IF HE WAS IN THRILLER MOVIE, I WANT HIM TO BE THE INSANE ONE. AAAAAAAA.

[lustfulbaronet]

tom hiddleston is one hell of a kisser.

thomas sharpe x robert laing x jonathan pine

crimson peak (2015) • high-rise (2015) • bbc's the night manager (2016)

audio: like it - summer walker ft. 6lack

[justarandomgirly]

Tom Hiddleston in High rise (2015)

[azula-karai-27]

I was playing around in bing AI (I learned so much about it from @oswildin 's tiktok so thank you so much 🥺❤)

And sometimes when I request Loki sometimes they manage to hit me with doctor Robert Laing too (not complaining at all btw 😗)

[liminalpebble]

Love letters from...

❤️🧡❤️🖤💛💚💛🖤💙💚💙

Hi loves!

I'm having the itch again to take requests and asks, but I especially love doing "love letters from..." and hope you will drop into my ask box to contact our collective fictional boyfriends. I will be *relaying* your thoughts and sentiments to the following gentlemen...

Loki (Any variant)

Thomas Sharpe

Jonathan Pine

Adam

Robert Laing

Will Ransome

Eddie Munson

General Hux

Please don't be shy! Ask away my lovelies! And feel free to share freely if you know others who would probably enjoy some love letters.

Much love,

Peb 💜

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[holdmytesseract]

Hey, guys!

Y'all up for a bit of chatting? 😁 I've got a few days off work now and... I'm bored, lol.

So, please send me asks about our beloved characters, fav actors, and my stories/AU's! (Sorry, I love to talk writing.) I'm up for some music, movies and series asks as well!

Just shoot! 🤗

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Up All Night 7

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, narcissim, probably name calling and nasty words, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (older!reader)

Note: I wasn’t serious about this but now I were. Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You drive Drysdale to his overpriced house so he can at least dress like a professional. You wait in the car as he takes his time. You have no illusions. About him or anything else. He’s in no rush but you won’t let him get to you. 

Your phone rings and you answer. It's Laing. At least you can get some work done while Drysdale only wastes his own time. 

“Good morning,” Laing greets. 

“Morning,” you say as you rest your elbow on the armrest, “how are you?” 

“Great, and you?” He asks, a nicety. You know he hardly cares. 

“Good, so you’ve thought about our conversation?” 

“It’s all I could think of,” he says, “I’ll sign the deal but I have a condition.” 

“Certainly, we will find a way to meet it.” 

“You. I only want to deal directly with you. I don’t want to sit in a room with that frat boy dripping in nepotism.” 

You almost laugh. He is a writer, he has a way with words. You only smile as the front door swings inward and Drysdale emerges. 

“I’ll put it across the table. I think we know the answer already but I’ll be sure to confirm it once I speak with my boss,” you say. 

“Mm, hard to imagine him telling you no,” he scoffs, “anyhow, you must have your hands full as it were. I’m still in town. I’d prefer a face-to-face… there’s a lovely restaurant in the hotel.” 

You're not naive about his offer, or that lilt in his voice. “Business, Mr. Laing.” 

“Of course,” he agrees, “we will try to keep it professional.” 

His suggestion tickles the back of your neck, “I’ll let you know when I have the answer.” 

“I’ll send you the details for tonight,” he says presumptively, “until then.” 

You hang up and drop your phone in the slot between the cupholders. Drysdale opens the passenger door and swings into the seat. You reverse before he can clip the seat belt into place. 

“Couldn’t find my socks,” he snickers. He’s trying to taunt you. 

“Oh?” You utter dully. 

“Took a bit but I found ‘em.” 

“Good,” you praise him as if he’s a child showing you a drawing of a crooked house. “And did you put them on the right feet?” 

“Hey,” he snips, “I’m still your boss.” 

“I recall,” you reply curtly. “Speaking of,” you reverse and tweak the wheel so he hits the door, a reminder for him to buckle up, “Laing called. We have a deal.” 

“Yes, I knew I talked him into it,” Drysdale clips the belt into place. 

“Certainly,” you agree dryly, “I’ll meet with him to finalise the papers and we should be good.” 

“You’ll meet with him?” He asks. 

“I mean, unless you’d like to stay late tonight and do it yourself. He has some other obligations while he’s in town so he wouldn’t be available during the day,” you say coolly, “I know you are particularly fond of your evenings.” 

“Whatever. I musta downed a roofie,” he sneers. 

“Mhm,” you hum. 

“Do you have to do that tone?” He huffs. 

“I didn’t do a tone,” you shrug. 

“You did,” he insists, “let’s hit the Starbucks, I need something strong.” 

A strong slap to the head, maybe. You keep that one to yourself. You want to tell him no, like a spoiled brat deserves, but you want this deal to go through so you should appease him. 

“Fine,” you turn your blinker on, “do you want whip cream on top and a cherry?” 

“You’re doing the tone again,” he slouches in the seat as he thumbs his phone. 

You let him sink into the screen. It’s easier that way. Let him play with his toys and have his treats while you get the real business done. 

🧣

You confirm your meeting with Laing in a text. He swiftly sends back the details for his hotel and the restaurant where you’ll meet. You smile to yourself. The credit will be in Drysdale’s name but you can’t help but feel particularly proud of this one. 

“What’s so funny?” Your boss interrupts your internal celebration as if he can hear the very thought of him. 

You sit up and wipe all emotion from your face, “nothing.” 

“You look giddy. Like a girl. It’s strange,” he looks you up and down. 

“Aren’t you happy about the Laing contract?” You challenge, “you know the firm needs this.” 

“Yeah, I know, because I’m the boss,” he says firmly, leaning against the side of your desk. “I had a question for you.” He smirks as he plants his hand flat beside your mouse, “do you always wear those silky little nighties or was that just for me?” 

You blink at him, “don’t flatter yourself.” 

“Ah, come on, workaholic like you, how long’s it been?” 

You restrain a sniping retort. You’ve not known many lightweight like him to do much in bed, if they can even get that far. The thought of him in that context tickles your lip with the urge to curl. He doesn’t seem like the type to know where the clit even is. 

You look away and sigh, “I do just fine, Mr. Drysdale, but I’d be happy to answer that with HR present.” 

“God, you’re such a fucking tight ass,” he sneers, “probably dry as bone with all that salt.” 

You tilt your head and arch your brows. He was singing a much different tune last night, not that you enjoyed his melody. But he can’t fool you. You’ve dealt with men like him before. Their egos can’t handle the slightest hint of rejection. 

“Mr. Drysdale, your two o’clock...” you hum as you check the screen, “I’m not quite sure what it is. The block is blank but I just got a call from legal, they requested your attendance in a meeting--” 

“Can’t,” he dismisses you breezily, “I got better things to do than listen to lawyers. They should be able to do their jobs without me.” 

“I’m sure they can but it’s part of running a publishing house--” 

“Don’t tell me what my job is, secretary,” he retorts, “fucking god. Don’t think because of last night, that you got any authority over me. Let’s get this straight,” he walks up to you, one arm crossed, his other hand pointing at you, “I’m your boss. I always will be your boss, just like you’ll always be a dried up old lady.” He scoffs down at you, “That ass is gonna fall one day.” 

You blink indifferently and spin back to your desk, “right then,” you refuse to let him rile you, “I’ll reply to legal.” 

[lokidbadguy]

ME WHEN TOM HIDDLESTON PLAYED AS ROBERT LAING

[theaudacitytowrite]

New "Game"!

Let's strip bare and show our drafts!

I have a few drafts that I created in July of 2021 that still are nowhere near to being written. Yet I can't delete them... I hope I'm not the only one 😂

So here a little overview of what might be written one day...😬

For Loki we got the Series "Entwined" which was the reason I even started writing again. To this day, I haven't written down 1 single word for that series aside from an outline

The series "Destinies call" actually has one chapter that I almost finished last year in september but I didn't want to start a new series until I finished my "Burnt" series...

Speaking of which, Chapter 8 sits unfinished in my drafts even though it's so close to completion. I only got to write the parts between the dialogue 😅

For The Sandman we got a Series and an angsty Oneshot that sit in there since last year/beginning of this year

And then a Robert Laing Fic I started last summer and never finished, and ofc the current SPN Fic that I hopefully finish soon... 😅

Now it's your turn! And now I wait and hope I'm not the only one with drafts that are old af 😬

No pressure tags: @lucywrites02 @give-me-a-moose @mochie85 @tommie-gvf @anonymousfiction211 @dyns33 @dreaming-about-fanfictions @fluffyfantasticducky @gaitwae @holdmytesseract @handoverthekawaii @jmkho @loki-hargreeves @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @muddyorbs @mooncat163 @vbecker10 @nildespirandum @poetic-fiasco @queenjosielaufeyson @schizonephilim @silks-up-my-sleeve @wolfish-trickster @lokisgoodgirl @lokiprompts

@ anyone who'd like:)

[lulubelle814]

Can anyone recommend some good High Rise (Robert Laing) fanfics?

@muddyorbsblr @oswildin @ash-muses @vbecker10 @smolvenger

[hiddlesfan-club]

Déjà vu! Tom Hiddleston as Robert Laing playing tennis this weekend!

[lokiforever]

Hello my darlings, this is to let you all know that I'd be taking requests from now on. 💚🖤💚

✨Characters I'd write for:

👉🏻Loki

👉🏻Tom Hiddleston

👉🏻James Conrad

👉🏻Magnus Martinson

👉🏻Johnathan Pine

👉🏻Robert Liang

👉🏻Thomas Sharpe

(And other of Tom's characters )

✨I'd also try to write for

👉🏻Bucky Barnes

👉🏻Peter Parker

👉🏻Steve Rogers

👉🏻❤️ Natasha ( AS A FRIEND. Cuz I love her and she'd definitely be my best friend if I was there)

Nope, I don't like romantically love anyone of the second list. All as a friend. But what's the harm in writing for you guys? Both characters and Actors. 😉💚

A/N: The requests may take some time so please bear with me 💚

Tagging some people who might be interested...

@holdmytesseract @eleniblue @foxherder @wolfsmom1 @lotsoflokilove23 @dishahaldar