Request: 1, 26, & 50 with Tom Holland

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"Gimme a smooch!"

"Thomas Holland, are you drunk?"

"Nooo, why?"

"Why did I even ask. Of course, you're drunk."

"Okaaay, maybe a 'lil bit."

You roll your eyes and wrap a stable arm around your best friend, helping him up the stairs to his flat. You'd went out for drinks with the Marvel crew, but Hemsworth had challenged Tom to a drinking competition.

Needless to say, Tom lost.

Big time.

But he had you. To him, the best friend he'd secretly fallen for was plenty a prize. You, however, only saw him as a big, bumbling drunk baby whom you had to babysit.

"I ever tell you I love you?" he slurs as you flip on the light switch.

"Only a million times," you reply, trying to situate yourself so you can keep Tom upright while closing the door and locking it.

"But I love you mooore than a best friend," he whines. "Way more!"

"How much more?" you inquire with a grin, helping him down the hallway to his bedroom.

When you sit him on the mattress, he opens his arms as wide as he can stretch them. "This much! No, more than this much! But I can't reach more than that, so..." He drunk laughs, a sound that's closer to a giggle than his usual laughter.

You roll your eyes and tug on the hem of his shirt. "Off. Time to change into pajamas."

Tom cocks an eyebrow. "Now, [Y/n], if you wanted me to take my clothes off, all you had to do was ask."

"Why does anyone have to be naked?" you ask him, tugging on the shirt again.

Tom shed the article of clothing with a huff. You help him change into pajamas, then you both collapse onto the bed, as you've done many times before. "I'm staying here," you inform him, pulling the covers over your head. "Too tired to drive home."

"'S 'kay," he snuggles closer, in the process pushing his lips to yours.

You pull back, surprised. Tom looks equally panicked. "Sorry, I didn't intend to kiss you. Just...happened."

You shake your head and sigh, brushing his hair from his forehead. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, okay? When you're sober."

"M'kay. G'night, love."

You press a kiss to his forehead. "Goodnight, Tom."