TomTord Oneshots [[SLOW UPDATES]]

14 - I'm not as think as you drunk I am.

Lots of ppl like drunk!Tom and I thought it'd be fun to write so yeah

Honestly idk why people call "drunk tom" an au because it's canon so??

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~Tord POV~

Why did I agree to this? I had driven Tom to the local bar, so he would have a ride back after he got wasted. Little did i know, Tom was way worse at holding down his alcohol than I orginally thought.

I hear a "HeeEYyYY Tuuurdd" from the backseat. "What is it, Tom?" I ask, annoyance lacing my voice. "I'm hungryyyy" He whines, flopping down onto the seats. "Tom put your seatbelt on. Knowing you, you'll fall out the window." I snark, tilting the rearview mirror so that I could keep an eye in Tom. "That'ssss a good idEAa TurrdDd." Tom slurs, before reaching for the doorhandle. I quickly flip the childlock on, and Tom whines at the unmoving door, smushing his face against the glass.

"I wanna go to ChiKFILAAAA" He screeched, kicking the back of my seat. "Tom, Chikfila is closed." Tom screeched again, lying down in the back, and rolling into the floor with a thump. I groan, and pull into the McDonald's that we were conveniently passing by. "Tom. Get off the floor, we're here." I say, turning around in my seat. "at chiKFILA?!" He asked, frantically scrambling up from the floor of the car. "Sure, why not?" I reply, switching the car off and sliding out.

After about 5 minutes of struggle, I manage to drag the screeching Tom out of the car and onto the ground of the parking lot. I ended up having to drag him into the McDonald's. The cashier gave me this 'here we go' look, and I just smiled awkwardly.

We make it to the register, and Tom's face lit up at the menu, leaning over to see it better. I grab him by the hood of his sweatshirt, and pull him back onto the ground. "I WAANT THIS, AND THIIIS AND THISSSSSS!" Tom said, pointing at literally everything on the entire menu. I slowly lean over the register, "He'll have a big mac." The cashier nodded, punching in a few buttons in on her computer, and handing me a reciept. I put a 5 dollar bill on the counter, (or whatever currency they use on europe. Euros?) and sit down with Tom.

I sit down with Tom. Trying to keep him in the seat is utter hell. He crawls under the booth, and grabs at my legs, as soon as I reach down to pull him out, he crawls away like at cat and starts running around the restraunt in a circle. The cashier came to the table slowly, trying to not get hit by the insane Tom running about. She sets the bag on the table reluctantly, and turns around, quickly shuffling back to her station.

I roll the bag up, and grab Tom by the sleeve, dragging him out the door. I shove him in the car, and he passes out almost immediately. I sigh, and slip into the drivers seat, starting the ignition and beginning the drive back home.

~Timeskip~

I managed to drag Tom into the house after about 10 minutes of trying. His room was upstairs, and there is no way I am carrying his ass up the stairs.

I grab his hoodie sleeve, and lead him to my bedroom, shoving him onto my bed (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)). He sprawls out, leaving no room for me. I groan, and grab an extra blanket from the closet, getting ready to sleep on the couch.

As soon as I'm about to leave, I glance over my shoulder at Tom. He's so cute when he sleeps. Y'know, I could kiss him right now, and even if he is awake, he's too drunk to remember. I turn on my heel, and bend down, pecking him on the forehead. I turn to leave, and as soon as I flip the light off, I hear Tom's voice faintly,

"The alcohol wore off like 30 minutes ago."

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This probably had like alot of mistakes because i wrote it p fast