avengers imagines smut/fluff/angst

find her (th)

warning- swear words throughout
a single drunken night to change your life...

"come on" she begged. "it will be fun, you'll thank me for it." my best friend maddy threw herself onto the bed beside me. i grumbled and rolled over. "you're such a grandma, you know that?" she punched my arm playfully. "you're not going to give up are you?" i groaned. "you know i have way more patience than you do" she winked, tickling my waist. i squealed and attempted to kick her off but she was much stronger than me. "okay, okay! get off and i'll get ready!" i yelled. she complied, raising her eyebrows and smiling. "shut up" i said, throwing my pillow at her. "i didn't say anything" she called, laughing away as she walked out of the room. that girl will be the death of me i thought, chuckling to myself. i flung myself off the bed landing in a heap on the floor outside my wardrobe. propping myself up, i opened the doors. i went through everything that i owned and then admitted defeat. "mads! i have nothing to wear!" i yelled. she came running into my room, a cheeky grin slapped on her face. "what?" i frowned. "i knew you would say that so i took it upon myself to find you something" she smirked. from behind her, she pulled a tight red dress and a pair of red bottom heels. my eyes widened. "maddy, not my style. you know i cant wear that" i sighed. jeans and a t-shirt was more my thing and i hated showing off any part of my body. she sat down beside me. "just try it on, please. you have a figure to die for and you need to show it off, have some fun... get a man" she winked and i rolled my eyes, snatching the dress and walking into the bathroom. i pulled it on and looked at myself in the mirror. "i don't like it" i called. "oh for-" i heard maddy mutter. "let me see you weirdo" she flung open the bathroom door and i turned around. "ta-da" i said, shaking my hands sarcastically. "you. look. a-may-ZING! dahling!" she cried, jumping on the spot like a proud mother. "you're so extra, stop" i frowned but turned back to the mirror. i looked... okay? there was a lot of cleavage on show and you could see most of my legs but it was... complimentary, if thats the correct term. "look, i'll wear it, only because it was a gift from you. BUT i'm wearing a jacket, its winter and i'll get cold" i argued, pulling on my coat. "y/n we're going clubbing, you're going to be drunk. it wont matter" maddy sighed.

4 hours later

"WOOO!" i screamed over the music, downing another drink. my head was spinning and my vision was blurred but thanks to the group of guys maddy had found, the drinks kept on coming, for free. "tom, y/n. smile!" a man shouted, flashing his camera in my direction. i posed dramatically and then began laughing, rather hysterically. "i'm fucking drunk" i whispered to the man who was laughing quietly. "and i'm tom, nice to meet you fucking drunk" he joked and shook my hand. "no, no. i'm y/n. but i'm also fucking drunk" i giggled, hiccuping. "but you're also very beautiful" he winked at me. he was a gorgeous specimen- soft brown eyes, curly brown hair and a jawline carved by gods. he was short, but then so was i- perfect. "that was smooth mister. very smooth" i placed my hand on his chest. he pulled me into him, rocking his body against mine. "well, i am very smooth m'lady" he laughed. "we'll see about that" i teased, going to walk away. he caught my hand and followed me into the bathroom.

hands flew everywhere. our mouths were pressed so tightly together, never once breaking apart. our tongues battled for dominance but he won easily, pressing me up against the mirror and lifting me to sit on the sink. he was strong, arms wrapped around my waist, trailing to my ass. our lips moved in unison as my hands tangled in his curly hair. he moved to my neck and i moaned softly. "uh uh, YOU have to buy me a drink first" i laughed as he kissed me again. "fuck, you're a keeper ain't ya" he groaned into my neck. i dragged him out of the bathroom and to the bar.
that was as much as i could remember...

the next day

"maddyyy!" i yelled. "my head is fucking banging, how could you let me get that drunk?" i groaned as she patted my head. "well i couldn't exactly find you, you had your tongue down some lads throat all night" she laughed at me, watching my grimace. "was he cute?" i asked, trying to redeem myself. "very" she replied. "but you didn't get his number!" she finished. i unlocked my phone to check and saw that i had hundreds of notifications. my instagram comments? what on earth? i thought. i opened the app to see hundreds of comments directed at me. "tom holland wants your number" "toms looking for you" "who are you slag" "tom holland tweeted about you". i was gobsmacked. @tomholland2013 followed you. i clicked on the account and viewed his story. a bunch of clips of the group from last night and then... me. me and him, smiling, arms wrapped around each other. the caption read "find this girl and you get a shoutout. her names y/n. go guys!" i opened a dm and messaged him. "so, you found me i guess?" i typed. i instantly got a reply. "and i'm so glad i did. 01987 649740." it read. i scoffed. "smooth mister, very smooth"