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54. Tom Holland | A Drunk Post

By : dlwritings | Tumblr 

pairing - Tom x Downey!reader
word count - 3,157
warnings - language, implications of sex and underage drinking
summary - The aftermath of accidentally revealing your true identity ... and the identity of your boyfriend.

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You woke up with a massive headache. You were sweating, your naked back pressed to your boyfriend's naked chest, and you could smell the whiskey on his breath from the night before. "Oh god," you groaned, rolling out of his grasp. You loved Tom, but the smell of hours-old liquor breath was not doing wonders for your stomach.

You pushed yourself to your legs, immediately needing to brace yourself as they shook. At first you thought it was just hangover legs, but the throbbing between your thighs made you realize it was probably a bit more.

There was no denying: drunk Tom just hit different.

When you got back from the bathroom, Tom was groaning, slapping the bedside table like he was searching for something. "Morning to you too," you said with a laugh, sliding on a clean pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts.

"Your phone keeps going off," he mumbled. "Can you please turn it off?"

"Mhm," you hummed, walking over to the bed again.

"You're far too happy for a 20-year-old who definitely out drank me last night," he said, putting his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your hip. You giggled and ran one hand through his hair absentmindedly.

"I don't feel perfect," you said, "but I did tell you to drink more water." He grunted and lifted your shirt with his nose so he could kiss the skin of your hip. You looked at your phone and saw a bunch of Instagram notifications. People were commenting on your most recent posts, but you didn't remember posting anything. With furrowed eyebrows, you unlocked your phone and opened the app. As soon as you saw the pictures, you put your hand over your mouth and gasped.

"What?" Tom asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Oh my god," was all you managed to say. Tom pulled your phone from your hands to look at the post in question. Well, posts really. In your inebriated state the night before, you managed to make two Instagram posts, revealing two secrets you had been keeping from the media.

One: you were the daughter of Robert Downey Jr.

Two: you were the girlfriend of Tom Holland.

The first picture was of your seventh birthday, when you had begged your dad for an Iron Man cake. He had raised you on comics (when he wasn't in jail), so when he got the part of Tony Stark, you were thrilled. Hell, you already saw your dad as a hero, but now it was going to be official! In the picture, you were shoving a piece of cake in your dad's face.

The caption was, miraculously, free of typos: The original Irondad moment #downeydaughter

If you weren't so angry with yourself for making the post, you'd be impressed with the caption.

The other photo, however, raised a lot more concern. You and Tom were known to take pictures of each other during sex, but they were never meant to be seen. Obviously. But drunk (Y/N) didn't care. She posted a picture you had taken while riding Tom. The camera caught his chest, his lip trapped between his teeth, his eyes screwed shut, and your hand around his throat.

The caption, much less clever than the previous, read, Oh yeah, and I'm dating Tom Holland

"Holy shit," Tom said, pushing himself up to a seated position. You were frozen in shock, still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall with your jaw dropped. "Holy shit, (Y/N)! What the fuck?" You finally spun around to face him.