summary: you and tom have agreed to keep your relationship out of the media for while, but a shit-faced tom challenges that boundary.
afterglow by wickedholland
are you drunk?! by captain_skytrash
summary: reader gets an early-morning visit from a drunk tom holland.
can you feel me? by parkeraul
summary: tom can give away too many things when he’s drunk.
can’t not be with you by lamptracker
summary: the reader tries to seduce tom while drunk; ever the gentleman, he refuses to take advantage of her.
drunk by sadchappuccino
summary: you’d drink a bit too much and say some things that you wouldn’t dare say sober.
drunk by tomhollandsstan
summary: a very drunk tom holland spends his night making you laugh. you decide you can’t let him go home alone
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drunk by trashinaglass
summary: the reader taking care of a drunk tom.
drunk & clingy by spideyyeet
summary: tom comes home from a long night, wanting nothing but to be with you.
drunk in love by marvelbws
drunken confession night by lamptracker
summary: movie night with harrison and the hollands always devolves into drunken confession night. this time, though, tom confesses something that the reader wasn’t expecting.
falling hard by something-fanfiction-ie
i can’t forget you by xidaughterofthemoonix
summary: tom broke up with you months ago, but he still can’t seem to get you out of his mind. instead of breaking your heart, he broke his own.
i’m not half the man i used to be by etoileholland
summary: in the span of two years, you and tom went from being inseparable, to him being someone you heavily detested. what happens when one drunken night rolls around and he wants to reconcile?
not that drunk by kingsholland
rumors can wreck by unbelievableholland
summary: where your relationship with tom is hindered because of rumors, a misunderstanding and a lot of alcohol.
self care saturday by screamholland
summary: you teach tom some self care and drunk confess your feelings to each other.
undrunk by moorehollandplz
summary: leaving tom a series of drunken voicemails in one night... two weeks after a terrible break up.
warnings: angst (my personal favourite), yelling, cursing, fluff at the end, breakup, heartbreak, the casual angst, mentions of depression
a/n: might turn into a series (?)
masterlist
You haven’t received a single call or text for the past month. You were sad and worried, yet mad that he didn’t care to answer you. After he started filming Spider-Man: Far From Home and Avengers: Endgame, he slowly cut off all ties with you, except for your relationship. You weren’t even entirely sure if you guys were still a couple.
You were about to close your phone when you receive a call. The caller ID was Tom. You were in shock, but you were ecstatic that he called you, not the other way around. You contemplated if you would answer the call, or ignore him like he did you. You decided to answer because who knows, this could be a one chance opportunity.
“Hello? Tommy, baby?” You spoke into the receiver. A small static plays over the speaker.
“Tom? Are you there?” You were getting worried, until you heard the voice you’ve been longing to hear, “Hey, baby. You look so sexy right now. Can I get a piece of that?” You were confused, “What are you talking about? You can see me?” Then, the realization hit you, “Are you drunk? Is Haz with you? Who are you talking to?”
“Geez, calm down, baby. So many tresdrens, q-questions,” Tom hiccups.
“I’m not cheating on you. Don’t worry, just miss you.” You can hear the faint sound of a woman’s giggle in the background.
“Why are you calling me now? After I’ve been calling and texting you every day, you call me back when you’re drunk?” You sigh in agony. Tom only called because he was drunk. Of course.
“Also, I’ll be back home tomorrow, so see ya!” His cheery voice rings.
“Yeah, okay.” You hung up on him. He was finally coming back, but you didn’t know how to face him. You just needed a break from him. You couldn’t keep following after him, just to be pushed away. You’d be better off alone.
The next day, the door of the flat slowly creaked open, revealing a smiling Tom. His smile made your heart melt and shatter.
“Hey, Tom.” You said quietly.
“Hey, darling! I’m so glad to be back. I’m sorry I couldn’t come back earlier. Haz was being an arse and he didn’t tell Anthony or Joe that I wanted to come back home and see my angel. That div. I have to do everything by myself.” He embraces you tightly, pushing your head into his chest. You have to push him back to breathe. His hard muscles bulging out of his tight, white shirt.
“T-Tom?” You stuttered, afraid to break off your relationship.
“Hm?” He tilts his head to the side, giving you puppy dog eyes.
Just as you were about to tell him about the break, his phone started ringing. “Oh, sorry, love. I gotta take this.” He walks into the kitchen, leaving you with more time to think this through.
“I’m so sorry, love. The cast wants to go out to party while we have this break. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Tom tries to wrap his muscular arms around you, but you step back, “Don’t.” He looks at you with confusion flooding his features, “You don’t need to make anything up to me. I think we, or whatever this is, should take a break.” You take a step back, trying to avoid his desperate grabs, “What? Darling, whatever is happening, we can fix. I promise. I love you. Please don’t do this.” He begs.
“I didn’t do this, you did. I’ve been calling and texting you for weeks, yet you never answer. The only time you call me is when you’re drunk! Then, you come back and expect everything to be fine. Here’s the thing, Tom, it’s not!” You throw your arms in the air in frustration, “You’re always leaving me behind. I’m never the main priority, always the last. How do you think I feel, huh? I feel like I don’t even know you anymore!”
Tom’s eyes aren’t focused on you anymore. Small sniffles can be heard, followed by whimpers.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I was doing all that. I thought you’d understand. With all my work, I just - I didn’t think you’d make such a big deal out of it. You know how strict working for Marvel can be.” He explains. His words were only excuses.
“You can pack your bags and leave, or I will.” You say sternly, looking into his chocolate brown eyes. With that, he walks into the room, his eyes drooping from the tears gathering in his eyes.
✧ ✧ ✧
It’s been a couple of months since you’ve seen Tom, in person of course. His career skyrocketed after you guys broke up. It was still painful for you to see his adorable face.
Tom never called, nor did he even beg to stay, he just left. His last words to you before he left the flat were, “I love you, darling. I hope you know that. I’m sorry I was oblivious to how you would feel. Just know, if you need anybody, you have my number.” With a kiss lightly placed to your forehead, he left.
The door was gently pulled into its stop. You dropped to your knees and started to sob. Loud cries and yelps were the only things that could be heard from your flat.
You had pushed away the one you loved.
That night, you fell asleep on the cold, hard, wooden floor of your once shared flat. Your life, from that point, became a mess. You stayed home all day long, binge-watched every movie you could (that Tom wasn’t in), and ate. Nobody could make you feel better. You became depressed.
Over the upcoming months, you got better and moved on. You learned to support Tom, even after the way he treated you. Occasionally, you would comment on his posts, “Good job, Tom! I’m so proud of how great you’ve become!” Or, “We should hang out sometime, I want to be friends again!” You’d always be nice with your comments. Whenever you saw hate on his account, you would always tell those haters to respect him and let him be.
The sun started to rise, the morning light shining through your silk curtains. You had gotten up early to go out for a morning jog. You jogged through your favourite park in London ━ it was the one you and Tom always went for a picnic date. You admired the greenery and flowers around you, causing you to accidentally bump into someone in front of you.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” You apologized, turning to look at the person ahead of you. Your eyes met those beautiful, deep, brown eyes.
“T-Tom?” You stepped back, confused, yet afraid of the figure in front of you.
It couldn’t be him. No, it can’t. No, no, no. Don’t backtrack Y/N. I’m over it. I’m over him.
“Hey, Y/N! How are you?” Tom’s smile still took your breath away.
“Great! How about you?” You lied. You were doing terrible. You just couldn’t believe that he was in front of you, after all these years.
“I’m doing amazing!”
You felt something soft and furry brush your leg. You looked down to see the beloved dog of his, Tessa. You haven’t seen her in such a long time. She still looked like an adorable pup.
“Hey, girl! How are you doing? Oh, you’re adorable! Aren’t you a cutie?” You started petting Tessa while she licked your face.
“Um, Y/N?” Tom scratched the back of his neck, “Would you like to go out to brunch with me? You don’t have to, I was just wondering. Don’t feel pressured to go if you don’t want to, though. You can always just reject me. As long as you’re comfortable,” He rambled nervously.
“Of course, Tom. I’d gladly go out to brunch with you,” You giggled. This made his face light up. His smile doubled and his eyes sparkled. He loves the sound of your laughs.
“Oh, really?! Yes! I mean, yeah, that’s great, amazing, fantastic,” He looked away, trying to avoid eye contact with you. Your finger is placed under his chin, moving his face to look at you. A smile is plastered across your face.
You guys walked together, with Tessa of course, and went out to brunch at the modern café in the park. It was your favourite café in London. You ordered avocado toast with a fried egg on top, and Tom ordered french toast with a cup of coffee. You sat on the patio of the café, enjoying the fresh breeze of the morning. You and Tom ate while making small talk.
“Y/N, darling,” Your heart fluttered at the pet name he used to always call you, “I know I left you, and I know I should’ve valued you while I had you, but I still love you, and I can’t stop. I’m not sure if you’ve gotten over me, but I promise, I still love you, so please, please, take me back. I’m sorry for how I treated you, but I’ve changed for the better. Please take me back. I still love you.” Tom held your hands gently.
You were shocked, speechless, even. You didn’t know how to reply. You still loved him, but he broke your heart. You didn’t know if he’d break it again. It took you such a long time to get better, would it be worth it to risk it all, again? He loves you, though. He told you that when he left, and months later, he’s telling you again, but he could be lying.
“How do I know you’re not lying?” You finally spoke.
Tom looked you in the eye, leaned forward, and passionately placed his lips on yours. It was sweet and soft, yet passionate and needy. You knew it was wrong, but you didn’t care. You love him and he loves you. You had to take him back. He was like your drug.
“Tom,” You sighed his name as you slowly, and painfully, pulled away, “I’ll take you back,” The corners of his lips raised, “But on one condition.” You told him.
“I’ll do anything, darling,” He begged.
“If you are bored with me, or whatever it is, don’t let me find out and break my heart, but tell me beforehand. You don’t understand how long and hard it was for me to get over you. It hurt,” You started tearing up at the memories. One of the tears were able to escape your eyes, and Tom used his finger to wipe it away, “I’m sorry, darling. I really am. I love you, and I’ll never do it again. Please don’t cry.” You looked down at the marble table, wiping your tears away with your hoodie.
Tom lifted your head with this finger and pulled you in for another kiss.
Summary: Not all friends make up this way but it sure worked for you and Tom.
NEW TAGLIST
After what happened at the party last night, Tom stayed at his mum’s, leaving you to clean up the mess that was left behind.
You woke up late and hungover with the biggest headache you’ve ever had. Most things from the night before were a blur except the most painful things - your fight with Tom.
You stumble out of your bed after laying there and staring at the ceiling for too long. Tripping over the empty red solo cups, you make your way to the kitchen to make coffee to sober yourself up. You sigh as you take a sip of the warm cup, your thoughts roaming around every corner in your mind while your eyes roam around the room in front of you.
You think about every possible outcome besides the one that happened. What would’ve happened if you hadn’t have made out with Harrison? Or if you and Tom just stuck with each other and didn’t try to get revenge.
The front door unlocks and you start panicking. The only two people who have a key to your apartment are Tom and Harrison - both of whom, you don’t want to face right now.
You hide your face in your hands to avoid seeing whoever it is. The sound of the footsteps are so familiar, it gives it away. You still can’t look up. Even when he drops his keys on the counter right next to your head. Even when he walks into the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water. You only look up when he’s walking down the hallway to his bedroom.
God, you wish you could fix everything.
You start to clean up everything out of boredom and quite frankly, to impress Tom and get him talking to you again. With your hands full of empty cups and garbage, you stand up but stub your toe against the leg of he coffee table, knocking over a glass beer bottle. It shatters as you limp onto your other foot and put pressure onto the pile glass shards.
“FUCK,” you yell as everything in your hands go flying and you fall into the couch. Groans and hums of pain fill your mouth and escape through gritted teeth.
Tom’s door slams open as he comes running out. “Oh shit, what happened?” He looks at you and the ground and back at you and then to your foot that is now bleeding out.
“I tripped on the table and then the glass fell over and I stepped in it,” you try and make your words sound like actual words and not just mumble together.
“Uuhhh oh my god, I’ll go get ice or something,” he looks around for anything he can help you with, his voice just as fast and panicky as yours.
“Ice won’t do anything!”
“Well then I’ll get a towel, I don’t know!!” He scurries around from room to room, bringing back a wet towel and vaseline.
“Aaahhhh please hurry,” you squeeze your eyes shut and bite down on your bottom lip.
“I’m trying, I’m trying,” he mutters as he kneels down in front of you, taking the towel and lightly pressing it against the cuts and cleaning them up.
You flinch a little bit and he apologizes shyly. There’s a sadness that builds up behind your eyes and you can’t tell if it because of the pain of your foot or because of the way Tom was taking care of you after everything that happened last night.
“Hold the towel there, I’ll go get you a bandage,” he says without looking at your face at all.
“Thank you,” you say as a half smile spreads across his face.
He comes back with the bandage, plops himself down next to you, saying “here” through a sigh.
There’s a few moments of silence between you two as you wrap the bandage around your foot.
“Tom,” you start off just to make his puppy-dog eyes look at you. “I’m really sorry about last night. I should’ve just -“
“- Nah, it’s okay. I don’t want to talk about that.” He shakes his head and folds his arms, immediately looking away from you again.
“Uhm, are you serious?” You stutter a little bit. “I feel like we kind of have to talk about it.”
“Talk about what, Y/N? I said what I said and you obviously don’t feel the same, so there’s nothing I can do about it.” He looks at you for a brief second and then turns his head away again.
“But I -“
“Y/N please. I can’t,” he stands up, “I think I’ll just stay at my mum’s for a little longer.”
“Tom!!” You stop him from going anywhere, leaning over the arm of the couch and pulling his arm back to you. “I do feel the same, though.” You squeak, almost too quiet and sheepish to hear.
“You do? You what?” He questions as he comes closer, making sure he heard what he thought he heard.
“I do love you. I have for a lo-ong time,” you exaggerate, naturally smiling a little bit but stopping yourself before it gets too big.
“Wait, wait,” he sits back down on the couch, facing you more now. “You love me or you’re IN love with me?”
“I mean I’m - I’m really,” you take a deep breath, “I’m in love with you.” You say so quickly, it feels like it just rolls off your tongue.
And without saying a word, without even a facial expression as a warning, Tom dives into you, sinking his hand into your hair and making his lips collide with yours.
You’re shocked at first, it’s hard to react but it feels so right and so good you just start moving your mouth in sync with his and everything just falls into place. You’re both lying on the couch, hands in each other’s hair or pulling the other closer to you. His body is so warm against yours, his lips are so soft and each movement comes with a short sweet breath where he takes it all in and admires you.
“I’m so sorry about everything,” he mumbles, not being able to take his lips off of yours.
“Don’t be,” you pull away and brush your thumb against his cheek as if pulling his lips into a smile. “I’m the one who should be sorry.”
“Hmmm, yeah making out with my best friend just because you were mad at me is kind of a dick move,” he teases. “But I guess it’s fine because you lOvE mE,” he says in a baby voice as he kisses your lips again.
“Have you guys talked since last night?” He swings your legs so they now lay over his, both of you now sitting upright on the couch side by side.
“Not really. To be honest, I was more mad at him than I ever was at you.”
“Yeah right, that’s such a lie.”
He hesitates for a little before admitting that you’re right.
“You made out with my best friend and I leave my beer bottle on the corner of a table just so you can cut your foot on it. There, we’re equal. Can we make out again?” He laughs a little but you know he’s being dead serious about that last part.
You roll your eyes and bring yourself closer to him, slowly kissing him while he follows your pattern lays down so you’re on top this time. You’ll kiss for a while and then look at each other and smile and then continue kissing, and then stop again to hold each other and nearly cry because of how meant to be it all feels.
Fate is what made you fight last night, and if it weren’t for that stupid fight, you wouldn’t have to ended up in his arms.
“baby—baby listen,” tom urging you to pay attention to his words. he put both hands on your cheeks as his hooded eyes looked right into yours. the drinks had really gotten to him. “you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he looked serious for a minute before grinning at you, “i just— i had to tell you.”
you smiled at him, “i feel the same way, babe.”
he scrunched his eyebrows together, his face contorted a bit, “getting a little conceited there aren’t we, darling?”
you rolled your eyes, “i mean you’re the best thing that’s happened to me too, you doofus.”
his face looked pleased, “oh—well good...” he began to talk before he paused, trying to remember what he was about to say, “i adore you,” he leaned his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes and enjoying your presence. your hand immediately went to his hair, gently tugging here and there, soothing him as he further sunk into your touch.
suddenly he shot up, surprising you slightly. “no seriously, love, you are my best friend, my soulmate, my one true love, my everything—“ he cut himself off with a hiccup, “you know?”
you laughed quietly, grabbing his hand, “yes baby, i know.”
he lifted your hand up to press a lingering kiss to it, while he looked into your eyes, looking into your soul to make sure you believed him and knew he wasn’t kidding around. “good,” he said satisfied before leaning over to kiss your cheek.
a concept: you and tom at a party, sitting in a circle with a bunch of his friends, sharing stories while drunk out of your minds. toms just spitting out random things and kissing your head and pulling you in. he says something like “you wanna know what my favorite thing about my girl is?” as he wraps his arm around you and points the tip of his half empty beer bottle at the people in front of him. no one replies to him but they’re all drunk listening anyway. “my favorite thing about her is that she’s a giver in bed!!!” and that’s not anything he’d say in front of any of these people if he were sober. then he leans into you with his lips so close to kissing yours, “an incredible, incredible giver,” he continues to say as he starts to turn the simple kiss into a heated drunk messy and sloppy make out session.
yes! agree he's just so horny when he's drunk that he doesn't really think things through so he's stumbling around knocking things down laughing. he definitely can't keep his hands to himself. doesn't. matter. where. he. is. if he is drunk his hands are on you!
When he’s drunk his hands are on your ass for as long as you’ll allow. He just has to be touching you and that’s the body part he really wants to touch. But also when you’re drunk and he’s sober and you’re being needy he’s like super blushy and like flattered by it ya know what I mean???? Thoughts?????
But it’s so hot because he’s on a mission when he has drunk sex. He just needs it all urgently. And it’s a little sloppy at times but so fucking intoxicating literally
That’s really hot, also I will bet money that drunk Tom is hella giggly!!! And so touch)!!! What do you think
i agree. i think it'd be loads of fun! but more fun would be what you do after getting drunk
Oh god I can’t even think about drunk sex with Tom!!!!!!it really hurts me to think about, but I will however say that when Tom has drunk sex he finishes fast. Every. Single. Time. And that’s just the tea
