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Tommy woke up with a groan. His head hurt like hell and he felt like throwing up. He tried to sit up only to be stopped by something - or rather, someone. Someone’s hands. Tommy’s head jerked to the side, his eyes widening. It was Wilbur. He was curled up in bed next to Wilbur fucking Soot.
He tried to remember what caused them to end up like this. But he couldn’t figure it out. Tommy slowly freed himself from Wilbur’s grip only now noticing that he was only in his underwear.
He quickly searched the room for his clothes and dressed up. Thank God they were in Will’s room and he could escape this situation, hoping that the brunette would not remember this either.
Once he reached his hotel room, Tommy went straight for the bathroom, undressed and hopped in the shower. When he was clean, he went to the sink to brush his teeth. Only to stop when he reached for his toothbrush. There was a ring on his finger. A gold band. On his ring finger. What the fuck. This had to be a fucking joke, there was no way he married someone in fucking Las Vegas. And he couldn’t remember who it might be.
Tommy let out a sigh but left the ring on, hoping that someone might recognise him so that they could figure out what happened. He left the bathroom feeling less hungover, but he still felt like throwing up after finding out about this.
Tommy dressed up in sweatpants and a shirt and headed for breakfast. “Tommy!” Tubbo’s loud exclamation caused a few people to turn, including Tommy, who just waved at his friend and went to join him at the table.
“How are you feeling, big man? You got pretty wasted last night,” Tubbo asked and Tommy just shrugged, “I’m hungover and I don’t remember anything from last night,” the blonde rested his head on the table. “Well, Wilbur had to drag you to the hotel. I went to check on you, once we came back from the bar, but you weren’t answering the door, so you must have been asleep by then,” Tubbo said and Tommy shot straight up, eyes wide. “When did we leave?” he asked quietly. “Around 11, I think? We got to the hotel at like 2 am,”
So something had to happen after they left the bar, but what? Tommy was still clueless. Maybe he could remember if he looked through his phone, he had to take at least some photos, right? He reached into his pocket only to find out that he left his phone in his room.
Tommy was about to stand up to go and find his phone when another person joined them at the table. It was Wilbur. He looked like he just rolled out of bed, holding a bottle of water. Tommy only now realised that he didn’t get anything to eat or drink. Tommy was eyeing Will warily, trying to figure out if he remembered anything. He was looking him up and down until his eyes stopped at Wilbur’s hands.
Oh, how he loved those hands. They were big, veiny, and rough, and he just wanted to suck on those fingers. And the ring was making them, even more, attract- wait, A RING? It was a simple gold band, resting on his ring finger. Of course, it was Wilbur. He married Wilbur Soot in Las Vegas. He married his crush and he didn’t even remember.
Tommy quickly hid his hands under the table, but judging by Wilbur’s shocked face, he noticed as well.
Fuck.
Tommy quickly stood up. “I gotta go,” he muttered and speed walked out of that dining hall. “Tommy?” he could hear Wilbur call but he just quickened his pace, not slowing down until he reached his room.
He couldn’t even freak out in peace because there was knocking on his door a few moments after the door closed behind him.
He threw the door open, expecting no one else but Wilbur. And he was right. Tommy took Wilbur’s hand and tugged him inside. They stood there, looking at each other silently. Tommy couldn’t take it so he was the first one to break it. “Do you remember what happened yesterday?” he asked quietly while sitting down on the bed.
Wilbur nodded with a sigh, “I do. I was supposed to bring you here. We found another bar and you begged me to go in, even if you were pissed. But we ended up going anyways. I got drunk even more than I was before. We were just talking and… and somehow we ended up… we were making out and,” he stayed quiet for a while sitting next to Tommy, hardly rubbing his face.
“And then what?” Tommy asked, hesitant. “You told me you loved me, romantically. This got me excited because I’ve been in love with you for so long so I told you that. I know I probably shouldn't have, we were drunk. We left the bar soon after that. We somehow ended up in a fucking chapel and got married. Then we crashed into my room. We didn’t fuck, if that’s what you’re worried about,”
“Did you mean it?” Wilbur looked confused. “What?” Tommy just sighed, “Did you mean it? When you told me you love me?” the blonde asked again.
“Of course I meant it! Do you really think I would lie about something like this?” Wilbur nearly shouted, “I could ask you the same thing! You were drunk more than I was!” he added.
“Yes, Wilbur. I did mean it. Even if I don’t remember telling you,” said Tommy with a sigh. “What are we going to do now?” he asked desperately.
“About the marriage?” Will asked.
“Us, our feelings, the stupid ass wedding,”
“We can just get a divorce,” Wilbur shrugged.
“No we can’t,” said Tommy.
“And why is that?” asked Wilbur.
“Hear me out,” Tommy giggled, “marrying my best friend makes Las Vegas 1000 % funnier,” Wilbur just groaned out loud and threw himself into the bed.