𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Nothing I Wouldn't Do

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer spideyzgirl on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/spideyzgirl/693955502580940800/i-saw-you-were-looking-for-fluff-requests-how?source=share

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings →fluff, intoxicated reader, mentions of vomit

Summary →Tom helping drunk reader going home and tucking her in and stuff.

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"Come on, darling, just a few more steps, we're almost there," Tom spoke, gently leading you towards your his bedroom. While most people would be frustrated to wake up to a drunken phone call and take a drive to rescue someone, Tom was nothing but eager to rush to your aid in the middle of the night.

"I'm tired though," you mumbled, stumbling over your own feet as you tried to keep up with Tom.

"I know," he chuckled. "That's why we're going to bed."

"Can you carry me, Tommy? Pleaseeee?" You mewled into his neck, clinging onto him while desperately trying to hook your legs around his waist.

"Oh god. Babe! You're not a child, you can walk on your own." Tom chuckles

You ignored him, still focusing on trying to hop onto him until he finally gave in with a sigh and picked you up. "You're so strong!" You practically yelled. You smiled at him before hiding your face in his neck.

Reaching the bedroom, he sat you down on the bed and began unstrapping your heels. You weren't making it easy for him though; you couldn't stop squirming due to the busyness of your stomach. He'd be frustrated if it wasn't for the undeniable truth that he'd do anything for you.

"Love, you have to sit still. I can't do this if you're moving around."

You groaned in annoyance, finally finding a position to relax in while Tom helped you out of your heels.

"I'm gonna go get you something to change into, alright?"

"Don't go," you pouted. "How am I s'posed to kiss you if you're gone?" You drowsily grinned.

"You can kiss me after we get you something more cozy to sleep in, okay? Sit tight."

He walked over to his closet, grabbing what he knew would fit you. "Here, put these on and-Y/N?" When he turned around again, you were gone from your spot on the bed. This was going to be a long night.

Tom's head turned to the sound of your gagging coming from the bathroom, and almost instantaneously, he ran to check on you.

"Are you okay?" Tom winced. He felt silly asking that when you could only come up with incoherent babbling before you started throwing up again.

Tom soaked a wet cloth and wiped your mouth clean.

"Wanna go to bed," you mumbled, using the sink to pull yourself up, knocking down some clutter in the process.

"Okay, we will. Don't you want to put on something comfortable though?" Tom asked, but you were preoccupied trying to take off your dress.

"Need some help?" Tom's hands reached out to assist you, but you slapped his hands away.

"Stop, perv. I can do it myself."

"Fine." Tom held his hands up, trying to hold in his laugh at your obvious struggling. You'd somehow managed to get your head stuck.

"Tommy, help me," you sighed in defeat. You let him help you out of your dress and immediately ran and jumped into his bed.

"Darling, come on. Don't you wanna change your-fuck it, I give up." Tom sighed, tossing the clothes in a nearby chair before snuggling in beside you. He pressed a few kisses to your forehead and down to your cheek. You were already dozing off.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Love you, Tommy."

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