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Parings → Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings → alcohol
Summary → "We should get married right? I'd like to be mrs. Tom! And you could be Mr. Me!!!"
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You were currently slurring your words in the passenger seat of Tom's Porsche. You had called him while at the bar with your friends, rambling about how you had too much to drink and you had missed him. So, naturally, he grabbed his keys off the hooks and slipped on the first pair of shoes he could find to come get you.
He was smiling in the driver's seat, amused as he listened to you. "Oh! You know what we should do, baby?" he grinned, humming back at you for you to continue.
You went to speak, a hiccup coming out before you carried on with your sentence, "Let's get married."
He raised an eyebrow at you. "You wanna get married?"
You nodded, another hiccup following as he asked another question, "Like right now?"
"Yeah, I mean," you said, "I've always thought it'd be nice to be Mrs. Tom Holland."
He laughed. "'Mrs. Tom Holland?'"
You nodded. "Yeah! And you can be Mr. Y/N Y/L/N!"
Another giggle left his lips as a hiccup left yours at the same time. He grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss on the skin of the back of your hand.
"Whatever you want, baby," he smiled, "I'm all yours."
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