rolling a fag

Cancer sticks, nicotine fix,
stubbed against bricks
In cold winter days.
A friend to the end
of my breath, till my death
do we part when my heart
is clogged with tar.
I puff the good stuff,
if it’s toke-able it’s smoke-able,
hand-staining, when it’s raining
my lighter loving pal.
Miniature dragon, fire tipped, hand picked
I’ll never kick the addiction
cuz this tobacco affliction
keeps me here
when I fear loneliness.
My bedtime lover
underneath the cover,
the first morning drag
of that roll-up fag
is what I’m slowly dying for.
—  cigarette | throwback thursday
Midnight (Prologue to And Long Past Midnight)

TITLE: Midnight (Prologue to And Long Past Midnight)

ONESHOT/CHAPTER NUMBER: Oneshot

RATING: M, sexual content.

GENRE(S): Tom Hiddleston/OFC RPF, Romance, Drama

SUMMARY: Syd notices something about him he perhaps wishes she hadn’t. And when he sends for her, will she let herself go? Will she let him take the lead?

NOTES/WARNINGS: cimmerianwish has been posting a cruel amount of Alpha!Tom on her blog lately, and this idea sprouted from there. This is for you, friend; I hope you enjoy the torture you put me through.

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I’m passed a card. I’ve heard of this happening in movies, read it in particularly explicit books, of a girl being handed a card from a publicist, or a friend. It’s always the set-up for some illicit rendezvous in an expensive hotel, or in the darkly tinted haven of the backseat of a limo. Being handed a card has a very specific, very singular outcome.

And I’ve been handed a card.

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Midnight

TITLE: Midnight

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: Oneshot

AUTHOR: ficthatswhatimeanttosay

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor Tom/OFC

GENRE: Romance

FIC SUMMARY: Syd notices something about him he perhaps wishes she hadn’t. And when he sends for her, will she let herself go? Will she let him take the lead?

RATING: M, sexual content

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: cimmerianwish has been posting a cruel amount of Alpha!Tom on her blog lately, and this idea sprouted from there. This is for you, friend; I hope you enjoy the torture you put me through.

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I’m passed a card. I’ve heard of this happening in movies, read it in particularly explicit books, of a girl being handed a card from a publicist, or a friend. It’s always the set-up for some illicit rendezvous in an expensive hotel, or in the darkly tinted haven of the backseat of a limo. Being handed a card has a very specific, very singular outcome.

And I’ve been handed a card.

I didn’t think he saw me, in the crush that had gotten dangerously mob-like. His eyes were flashing with something so different than what I had expected. He was gracious, and his face smiled, but there was a flinty hardness to his gaze that belied his infamous genial nature. It was as if he could sense this barely contained crowd was dancing dangerously near the edge of losing control.

I don’t think he likes this.

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And Long Past Midnight, Chapter 10

TITLE: And Long Past Midnight

CHAPTER NUMBER: 10/?

RATING: M, sexual content, language.

GENRE(S): Tom Hiddleston/OFC RPF, Romance, Drama

SUMMARY: Syd Martin is structured, organized, and almost always working. When she spends an off-night in a way she usually wouldn’t, in the company of a man that she never dreamed she could, Syd finds that her actions hold consequences long past midnight.  

NOTES/WARNINGS: Little late with this update–sorry about that. Real life comes first though, and life got real here recently. Thanks for understanding!

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As always, thanks be to my beta, startraveller776


“Why did you get tickets to Baal on a night you have to work?”

Tilley’s voice echoes through the small flat, and Andrew makes no move to quiet her. He’s seated at the recently vacated dinner table, watching the scene from over the top of his paperback. He’s been unusually silent during the entire conversation, leaving me to fend for myself.

“It’s all they had available, Goose. I’m sorry.”

“Then ask off!” she demands. It sounds simple from her lips. Jules would give me the night off in a shot, were it really my work schedule that was keeping me from attending the play.

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