#drunk tom

[justdu-de]

a lil bit of eddsworld

[kabloozaz]

more drunk tom doodles idk

[codysworld27]

Day 15

Y'all get a full Tom page. As a treat.

[donaweasley]

Reading this for the umpteenth time now, and still very much in love with it!

Drunken truth...or What did I do

Author: @sabine-leo

ONESHOT

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston / reader

Wordcount: 2296

Warnings: Little Drunkenness , light swearing

Summary: Tom had a little to much to drink and needs your help! 

Note: I don´t know where that came from, but it wanted to get onto paper! 

Hunched over your laptop in a sparely lit livingroom you were gaping at the screen. You read the last paragraph for the 25th time and still could not comprehend what you had written. It probably would not get any better so maybe you should call it a night and start fresh tomorrow morning. Some people asked you if it got easier after your 6th book had been published but the true answer to that was NO, every book had it´s own challenges and not one had magically written itself.

You still were no were close to the deadline and had made good progress in the last weeks so it was fine if you didn´t pressure yourself tonight. After saving the file and shutting the power off you stretched and rolled your shoulders. It was late enough and you could hear your bed screaming your name. Getting up you went into the bedroom to change but half way to the bed your phone rang.

 Before you could ask yourself who´d call at 1 in the morning the specific ringtone told you who it was. Tom. One of your best friends and London’s most wanted Bachelor, Actor Tom Hiddleston.

Walking over to your phone you thought it was odd for him to call so late. He did call regularly and had done so earlier too, but not in the middle of the night. Ok, you were some kind of night owl and Tom knew that but he was too polite and well-mannered to call at such a late hour…normally.

Picking up you asked

“Tom?” On the other and you heard muffled sounds and then a thud. You tried again.

“Tom??” scrambling…

“Hellloooo Darling…Jus a sec…I.. OUCH!” That did not sound like Tom, not in the slightest.

“…Bloody fence!” He swore, he never swore!

“Tom? Are you alright?” You asked now a little worried.

“What? Yeah…ye….no…I just..I just climbed me fence…shit my pants are ripped!”

And then he started to giggle…GIGGLE. Now you were really worried and went to get your coat and shoes. “Tom, where are you? At home?”

“No shit Sherlock! I jus to…told you…humped…no not humped.. JUMPED my fence!”

Was he drunk? Tom did drink sometimes but he never let it get out of hand. NEVER.

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[irlplasticlamb]

why have gods forsaken me?

prints + merch + commission info pinned to profile :)

[tracys-slumber-party]

matt in the foreground cuz i Want Him (this also wasnt planned but shhh)

[eatglas]

matt and that single surviving clone from spares.

[luxu1230]

So I don't know how many people will remember this

And then a prompt comes to me.

So it's a few years before Top Gun: Maverick and the darkstar project has gone as far as let's build a fast plane and it's just came across Iceman and Maverick radar...

So Javy and Jake are room mates and Jake is smart like 157 IQ smart. He goes out for a drink and comes back sloshed and begs Javy to give him paper as he's got an 'awesome' idea. Javy then proceeds to watch Jake draw and calculate an entire fucking plane which '"can go Mach 9 Javy Mach fucking 9" and then proceeds to go help his best friend once he falls unconscious face down in a the paper.

So here's the thing Javy keeps his social media on private and the only people who have access are close enlisted friends and one or two admirals he's served under. Javy completely forgetting this post it on his private twitter never realising what he's about to unleash.

Come a week later Javy and Jake get called to a meeting with Admiral Iceman and Capt Maverick. They come out with Jake getting an in on a top secret project the you guessed it darkstar.

Fast forward a few years Jake's been all but adopted by Pete and Tom who are surprisingly good at hiding the fact they're married.

Jake finds out he's being recalled to top gun and it's the same except ice has also recruited him to try and make rooster and Mav make up.

The mission is a success and Bradley kisses him on the flight deck and Mav knows he's already in deep shit with Iceman about this mission so he finds it the best time to tell Jake that the plane he's been working on may or may not have gotten destroyed and that was the opening ice needed to push him and Bradley together was due to that.

So Mav may have spent two weeks in the sofa one week punishment from ice and the other week a punishment for both Mav and ice from Jake.

[eliashirsch]

Drunk Iceman Is A Different Beast (1/3)

When alcohol makes you forget you're supposed to not kiss him in public but he looks too cute not to :3

click here for part 2 // part 3

[rainbowsuitcase]

I haven't read a highschool AU in so long, but I've just been hit by the idea of Highschool IceMav. Ice is the new kid in town and he's desperate to make friends and fit in, so when the kids he's kind of hanging out with dare him to take Mav on a date, he doesn't say no.

Mav, the loner kid with foster parents that don't really care about him. He doesn't really have friends, doesn't talk to anyone and often gets in trouble (even thought it's rarely actually just his fault, but no one cares about that).

Cue Ice's "I was doing this just to be one of the cool kids but I'm starting to really like you" and Mav's "I didn't trust you for shit at first, but I'm starting to think I can."

Cue the angst when the cool kids inevitably reveal to Mav that it was all just a dare, because they really just wanted to fuck with them both.

It's a cliche but I'm obessed.

[bochedogmeat]

Wine drunk victory somewhere in France

[saym0-0]

i genuinely love tom's character in the pilots final flight as a modern history fashion nerd, the way she goes from a timid housewife to the epitome of the swinging 60s 'modern woman' flaunting her newfound (admittedly 15 years in the making) independence and position in society. i probably didnt phrase that well but hhouugh i want to draw her pre- and post-timeskip so so bad her outfits would reflect her character arc SO WELL

[gabbytheplatypus]

Do you think Mav annoyed the crap out of Iceman with the song Ice Ice Baby when it was released?

[franzkafkagf]

queen PLEASE rewrite the brothel scene so it makes sense I BEG YOU.

Aegon stumbled into the brothel, the dim lighting and the overwhelming scent of cheap perfume and sweat wrapping around him, suffocating him. Martyn, Leon, Eddard, and Rodrick, Martyn’s new squire, followed him. Aegon's own face, flushed and unfocused from too much wine and ale, betrayed a desperate attempt to drown out unwelcome emotions.

“This place is as good as any to get it wet,” Aegon slurred, his arm slung over the squire’s shoulder. The boy, still green behind the ears, looked up at the king with wide, nervous eyes. “Time to make a man out of you, eh?” He punctuated the statement with a bawdy laugh, echoed half-heartedly by his friends.

The brothel was dimly lit, with curtains draped around, each one hiding unique secrets. Aegon staggered forward, yanking aside the first curtain he came to. Behind it, a couple gasped in surprise, but Aegon was already moving on, cursing under his breath. His mind was set on finding a particular woman—a distraction, an escape.

“Her name is Selyse or Selsie… or something like that,” Aegon continued, leaning heavily on the squire. “She’s great. Nothing like that woman’s touch to—hic—to forget your troubles.” His laugh was a bitter bark, masking the hollow ache in his chest.

He flung open another curtain, revealing yet another entangled pair, before stumbling on. Each step heavier than the last, the sounds of pleasure and the stuffy air seemed to close in on him. The sight of flesh and sweat did nothing to ease his mind; he still felt powerless, terribly powerless. King he might be, but even a crown couldn’t shield his family from harm.

Finally, he found her—the woman he sought. But instead of the welcome distraction he craved, he was met with a scene that stopped him cold. She was not alone. In her arms, naked and unashamed, was his brother, Aemond.

Aegon’s vision blurred, he did not know if he should laugh or scream. The room seemed to tilt as he stumbled forward, nearly ripping the curtain down in an attempt to steady himself. "Aemond the Fierce!” he roared. “Look at you!”

Aemond looked up at him, scrambling from the woman’s embrace and standing up to put on a robe. She herself shrank back too, pulling the sheets up to cover herself. The tension in the room was a tangible thing, crackling between the two brothers.

“You see, I do not exaggerate,” Aegon’s eyes flicked to his companions as he stumbled further into the room. His voice had an air of lightness to it—but it carried an undercurrent of anger, deep anger. “Such is the Madam’s prowess, that my brother does not want to sample another.”

“Tell me, brother.” Aegon clapped Aemond on the shoulder, too hard, a bitter smile twisting his lips. “Was this where you were? With this whore while my son was being murdered? When Jaehaerys was breathing his last, were you still fucking your very first?”

Aemond’s face darkened, the shadow of guilt flickering across his features before being masked by a cold, defensive anger. “You think I didn't want to be there? You think I don’t wish I could’ve been there to fight off those cowardly assassins? I grieve my nephew too.”

“Grieve?” Aegon’s laughter was hollow and bitter. “If you hadn’t been busy killing Rhaenyra’s bastard, she’d never have sought retribution. If you’d been able to behave yourself, my son would still be alive!”

Aemond’s eye flashed with rage, but the truth in Aegon’s words was undeniable. “What of you, brother? Where were you? Drowning yourself in strongwine and whores—why didn’t you protect your son?” Aemond was facing his brother head-on now; years of resentment and anger finally flooding out of him. “You’re just as much at fault as I am. You’re a wastrel, Aegon, a weak and unworthy king.”

Aegon's face contorted with fury, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He remembered Larys’ words from before, could it truly be? Was his own brother planning to overthrow him?

“Plotting to take my crown, are you? Is that what this is all about?”

Aemond scoffed, “you think I want your crown? You can hardly keep it on your own head.”

Aegon saw red. His fist shot out before he could think, landing squarely on Aemond’s jaw. The force of the blow sent his brother staggering back. The woman yelped, scrambling off the bed, desperate to get away from the two.

Aemond seemed shocked for a moment before he launched himself at his brother. “You’ve always been a coward,” he shouted as the two tumbled to the ground in a flurry of fists and curses. “Hiding behind your whores and your wine!”

Aegon’s punches were wild and uncoordinated as he struck his brother again and again. “And you’ve always been a viper, waiting for your chance to strike!” His fist connected to Aemond’s ribs.

“You think I don’t suffer?” Aemond growled, landing a punch to Aegon’s side. “You think this is easy for me?”

The fight was brutal, raw, and undignified. It would have been embarrassing if it wasn't so profoundly sad—two brothers, driven by grief and guilt, lashing out at the only target they had left.

Martyn, unable to continue watching, forced his way between them. “Enough! Both of you, enough!” he shouted, pushing them apart with all his strength. “Calm down!”

Aegon struggled against Martyn’s grip, eager to keep fighting. “He’s a traitor, Martyn! A traitor!”

Aemond, chest heaving, wrenched free from Martyn’s grasp. “You're a fool, Aegon,” he spat before turning and striding away, leaving the room behind.

Aegon swayed on his feet, the room beginning to spin. His stomach churned, and he felt bile rise in his throat. With a groan, he doubled over and vomited onto the cushions.

Martyn knelt beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Come, Your Grace,” he said, helping Aegon to his feet. “Let’s get you out of here.”

[bunny-1111]

How the Slytherin boys would react to you getting sloppy drunk at a party

...

Tom Riddle:

This man doesn't give a flying fuck about hurting you. He would grip his hand on you arm and literally drag you back to his dorm

when you get to his dorm, you'd expect him to to hug you or touch you

NOPE, this man would hold your whole face in one of his hands painfully, then whisper in your ear to NEVER get that drunk again. You embarrassed him

Matteo Riddle

you were so drunk that you couldn't comprehend who you were dancing on

when you look up and be your boyfriend starting into your eyes while you danced on another guy, your face dropped

uh oh.

when you stopped dancing, and stumbled towards him, that was his queue to take matters into his own hands

as you reach your arms out for for, he shrugs you off and storms right up to the guy that had been dancing with you

blood everywhere...

sobering you up, then cleaning the blood off his face

Draco Malfoy

smiled and danced with you equally drunk

with an arm around you, he saw potter watching, ginny by his side

"What's the matter Potter? upset your girlfriends a stiff" he would scoff across the room

"See that darling, Potters jealous that you're mine"

Theodore Nott

he found you half-conscious on a couch

"too much Principessa?" he would smile throwing an arm around you

when you nodded in return, leaning into him

"Alright then, let me finish my smoke, then we'll get you to bed"

"You're taking me to my dorm?" you managed

he would let out a low laugh

"No. We're both going to my dorm"

Lorenzo Berkshire

finding you on the floor beneath the common room couches was not where he expected to find you at this party

he laughed, pulling you up

when you couldn't hold yourself upright

"You have to help me help you, you fucking idiot" he chucked

that didn't work, set he joined you on the floor making sure you don't pass out

"More firewhiskey?" you whispered

"HA! nice try, you're not touching that shit again" he laughed

Blaise Zabini

he would stare at the mess of your face, mascara smudged, lipstick too

he would take his thumb and wipe your running mascara, and clean up the lipstick that had left your lips

'you're a mess, Hunny" he would say in his deepest tone

you said nothing in return, out of fear of throwing up all you had just drank "Come on use your words" he would pry

you open your mouth to reply but just as you feared, you threw up on the floor beside him

Blaise would look at Pansy then back at you "Is she serious?" he would say shaking his head at you, a small grin threatening to grow