Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines & Preferences (book 2)

I dare you

every group of friends has those kinds of nights. all huddled around in a circle, with unlimited amounts of beers (or wine, in your case because tom was hogging all the beer), and of course, stupid games of truth or dare. there was something much more exciting about doing it drunk in a hotel room far away from home. new places, new dares, new experiences, new memories.

it was just a regular game of truth or dare, except every time you passed up a dare you had to take a shot. all of you were tipsy, having to pass out on some pretty intense dares. and you were also feeling really open and comfortable; all your drunk secrets spilling, all the things you were scared to say sober now open and reading themselves out for each other.

"Alright, haz, truth or dare?" you ask and rest your head on tom's knee. not only cause you're so tired and he's the closest thing to a pillow next to you but also because it's him and at least you had the excuse of being drunk to cover up for the fact that you had feelings for him.

"truth," he says bluntly, afraid of the next dare you would come up with. because for the last one, you got to draw on his forehead a big, old, cursive "fuck" in permanent marker.

"oh, come on you pansy!" tom takes his hands out of your hair after massaging your scalp thoughtlessly for a while.

"tom, shut up, you haven't done any of your dares," Harrison looks at him, hiding that fake little angry giggle in him.

"I'm not drunk, though!" Tom tries to convince you for the 6th time tonight. "I've got a high tolerance for alcohol," he winks playfully. like an idiot.

"ok, ok, Harrison," you clear your throat, "would you rather have to suck your own dick or just not have one at all?"

his mouth drops and he looks from you to tom, and back and forth. tom's thinking of quick and witty things he could say back to either of his answers and you're biting your thumb and waiting to hear what he says anxiously.

"I would be literally lost if I didn't have my dick. but that's said, I still want to keep my dignity," he argues with himself for a little before he comes to the conclusion that he'd just die.

"ok, tom. you're doing a dare and if you don't do it, you have to take 5 shots," Harrison says. crossing his arms and sitting back into the wall. you sit up and look at tom daringly, admiring Harrison for such a great deal.

tom rolls his eyes and the stares lazily at Harrison, eyeing you and him back and forth. "fine."

"hold on, I just gotta think of a good one," haz looks up to the ceiling, spinning his brain everywhere to find the perfect dare.

you think, too, only cause you to know Harrison is on your side when it comes to messing with tom.

"ooh! ooh! I got one, I got one!" they both raise their eyebrows at you, tom sort of chuckling to himself or maybe just smiling at you.

"I dare you to make out with me," you say smugly, smirking and sitting up straighter.

he stares for a second. his mind and face blank, looking around your face to ass ur there's my part of you that's not teasing. but you're not. "I'm not gonna make out with you," he shakes his head, cheeks filling with rosiness and weird little shy smiles.

"come on, it'll be fun!!" you try to convince him, hiding the stutter and complete and utter embarrassment and shakiness through a giggle as you tug in his hand. "it's not a party unless someone makes out or passes out. and you guys hold your liquor too well, so it's gotta be the kissing one," you almost slap yourself for talking too much.

"no! I couldn't - I can't do that to you," he clears his throat and gets quieter.

"Harrison will do it," you say when he looks away from you, making him than his head so sharply, he almost breaks his neck.