✔️ Tom Holland Imagines

Drunk Peter

Hey can I please have 25 and 27 (Peter Parker prompt list) -Anon

Summary: You get a call from your best friend letting you know your boyfriend Peter is drunk...

Requested: Yes.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning(s)?: Drunk!Peter, A little angst, Annoying Flash?

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Drunk Peter

You hadn't originally planned on going to Liz's party. You didn't want to be surrounded by drunk teens, sucking each other's faces off in the middle of the room while some guy pukes in the corner. You weren't in the mood for loud music or booze. A quiet night at home had sounded perfect to you, Netflix and chill date with your fellow lover, Ben and Jerry's cookie dough icecream.

Of course this all went out the window once you heard the familiar ringtone of your phone. Lazily, you reached across your bed to your side table to answer the call, smiling once you heard a not so sober Liz on the other line.

"Heyyyy" You heard her slur bringing a laugh to escape your lips.

"What are you doing?" You asked, momentarily pausing the vampire diaries.

"Partying silly! Like you should be!" Liz cheers into the phone followed by a giggle. You brought a hand to your forehead and shook your head, knowing what was about to come next.

"Pleaseeeee, just for a few hours?" Liz practically began to beg on the other line.

"You just want me for my food" You replied with a smile, Liz sheepishly laughing in the background.

"No..." She replied, proving your statement correct. You snorted at her, causing her to go into a new fit of giggles.

"Well if not for me... for him?" Him? What was he doing there?

"Him?" You had questioned, wanted to play with her for a bit. Liz just sighed on the other line, knowing you knew what she was getting at.

"He's here!" She yelled loudly into the phone. At least she didn't scream the name.

"But he's never at your parties..." You spoke out more to yourself, beginning to grow confused.

"Well... that's because he's always busy with his internship or whatever that kid does... He probably puts on adele and jerks off to thoughts of yo-''

''Wow... Liz... did't need to know" With this she laughed.

"Just... come?" Liz had asked hopefully. She knew you were practically putty in her hands at this point but you still pretended to ponder over it, knowing your answer was going to be yes anyway.

"Fine"' you caved. Liz immediately began to squeal on the other side, causing you to move the phone away from your ear slightly at the sound.

You could hear a loud crash come from behind Liz somewhere, frowning at the thought of what it could have been.

"Actually... maybe not" She murmured into the phone, witnessing him fall over the coffee table, beginning to become a stumbling mess.

"He's pretty wasted" Liz says.

"He's what!?" Your voice slightly raising, your spoon falling out of your mouth at the abruptness. You brought another hand up to your head and sighed, closing your eyes as you shook your head once again.

"Please tell me you didn't give him alcohol..." You trailed off, hoping it wasn't what you thought it was. Once you heard Liz stay quiet you knew you were wrong. You shook your head to yourself one last time, making up your mind.