TITLE: Drunk Tom
CHAPTER NO/ ONE SHOT: One shot
AUTHOR: Admin RCN
WORD COUNT: 567
ORGINAL IMAGINE: N/A
NOTES/WARNINGS: Just a quick drabble of mine and @everyone-needs-a-superhero conversation.
Imagine drunk!tom having three stages – giggling, emotional and horny.
You lied on the sofa, your eyes struggling to stay open as you waited for your husband to get home. You weren’t worried about him; you just knew what he was like when he was drunk. He would go into the kitchen and try and cook stuff and end up hurting himself. You hadn’t realised that you had fallen asleep until you were woken up by the door being clumsily unlocked, followed a drunk Tom stumbling into the lounge. He tried to close the door quietly but ended up slamming it by accident.
“Shhh!” He turned to the door, putting his finger to his lips. “Y/N is asleep.” Tom quickly hung his keys onto the hook and went to go up the stairs but he saw you smiling at him from the sofa. “Y/N!” He exclaimed, a large smile growing on his face. Stage one of drunk Tom- Giggly. “My darling wife. How are you?” He walked round the sofa, his eyes fixed on you the entire time. You giggled to yourself as he sat down beside you, giving you a sloppy kiss.
“You wreak of alcohol.” Your nose scrunched up as you smelt his breath – whiskey was obviously his choice of drink tonight.
“You’re so cute.” He tapped your nose causing you to un-wrinkle it. Tom laughed for no reason and kept doing so for half a minute but then he wrapped his arms around you and dropped his head so it was resting between your shoulder and head.
“I love you.” He said quietly. Stage two – emotional. “Don’t ever leave me.” His voice became more emotional as he spoke. You tried hard not to laugh at him but it wasn’t working. A small chuckle escaped your lips and Tom looked up at you with a pout. “I’m telling you how much I love you and you’re laughing at me!” He got up and walked up stairs towards your shared bedroom. Well, it was more stumbling than walking.
“Tom.” You sighed, trying not to laugh again as you followed him up the stairs. When he got in the room, he immediately stripped off everything and climbed into bed. “You tired?” You asked, sitting on your side of the bed.
“No.” He smirked, giving you a small wink. Stage three- in the mood for sex. You really wanted to laugh at him but you knew that probably wasn’t the best idea. “But I do want something else.” He grabbed your wrists and attempted to pull you on top of him but you managed to get out of his grip. It’s not like you didn’t want to, just he was drunk and it felt wrong. “Come on.” He dragged out the last word and gave you his puppy dog eyes, making you roll yours.
“Maybe in the morning when you’re sober. Distract you from the massive hangover you’re going to have.” He frowned and attempted one more time to get you into bed before giving up and rolling on his side, his back to you. “Goodnight you little child.” You kissed the side of his head and went downstairs to allow him to get to sleep without you there to distract him.
