Tom Holland Imagines

Drunk (Peter Parker)

*Your POV*

"Peter, Aunt May is going to actually kill you." I couldn't help but laugh at his drunken state.

"How would she know I even drank?" He slurred, and I continued laughing.

"Because you're literally so drunk, Peter." I told my best friend.

"Lies! I'm soooooo sober."

"Come on, dork. Let's get you home." I rolled my eyes and threw his arm around me. I led him to my car and put him in the backseat. I drove him home, as he sang obnoxiously to a Nicki Minaj song on the radio. I practically pulled him up the stairs to his apartment. I waved to Aunt May, and shuffled Peter to his bedroom. He began giggling when I shut the door. I let go of him, and he fell onto the bed. He began to kick off his shoes, and removed his shirt.

"Oh my god, Peter! I'm right here!" I gasped, covering my eyes with my hands. When I removed my hands, he was only in his boxers. His eyes were closed, and for a minute I thought he'd fallen asleep.

"Pst!" He whispered suddenly, and I jumped at the sound.

"What?" I laughed awkwardly.

"I need to tell you a seeecret."

I walked closer to him, and leaned in to hear what he had to say.

"Don't tell (Y/N), but I think I'm in love with her." He nodded with his eyes closed. I wasn't sure if he thought I was Ned or what, but I stumbled back in shock. I left without a word. I rushed towards the front door, but Aunt May stopped me.

"Thank you for bringing him home, (Y/N). He and I are gonna have a little chat in the morning about getting drunk at parties." She scowled in the direction of his room, but smiled at me. I nodded silently, and slipped out into the night.

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[The Next Day]

*Peter's POV*

"Hey! Michelle!" I yelled down the hall at MJ. She stopped and gave me a weird look. "Where's (Y/N)?" I asked when I finally caught up.

"She's staying home today...she told me about last night..." she explained awkwardly.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you not remember last night? Were you that drunk?"

"Well, I remember (Y/N) taking me home, but that's about it." I thought for a second, but came up empty.

"Well you said some things. (Y/N) told me... you told her that you were in love with her, and not to tell her!" She laughed, and my gut clenched.

"I did what?" I choked out.

"I knew you always liked her. Basically everyone except (Y/N) could see that. I can't believe you were that drunk." MJ put her hand on my shoulder condescendingly before heading to class. I pulled out my phone and called (Y/N), but she didn't answer.

"I'm so going to regret this..." I mumbled, before running out of the school building.

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*Your POV*

There was no way that Peter was telling the truth last night. I'd had a crush on him for years, and I feel like I would have known if he'd liked me back.

He was just too drunk to know what he was saying.

That was the thought that made me depressed.

I decided against going to school today. Seeing Peter would only make me sad that he didn't actually feel that way about me. He probably didn't even remember that he said it. I had called and complained about the situation to MJ last night, and she helped me feel a little better.

"(Y/N)? Peter's here!" My mother yelled from downstairs.

"Shit!" I thought, as I threw my dirty clothes that were on the floor into the closet. Peter came in a second after I finished, and I looked up into his brown eyes.

"So, uh...about last night—"

"Oh, I know you didn't mean it! Don't even worry about it!" I covered, but I couldn't help but look a little disappointed.

"Actually, I need to talk to you." He sighed, and my breath caught in my throat.

"Yeah...?"

"I meant it. I don't remember saying it, but it's true. Michelle told me what I said last night. Hell, she laughed at me! This is so hard for me to admit out loud, but it's true. I've had a crush on you forever." Peter slumped his shoulders, and looked at the ground shyly.

"No joke?" My voice sounded strained.

"No joke." He sounded defeated. I put both of my hands on his cheeks, and lifted his head so that he was looking at me. I then stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him.

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[Two Weeks Later]

*Peter's POV*

I sort of hid my relationship with (Y/N) from Aunt May. I knew she'd make a big deal out of it and give me "the talk". She was always weird about me with girls. She was never weird with (Y/N), and I wanted to keep it that way.

"Peter?" (Y/N) grinned at me. She laid next to me on my small bunk bed, our faces centimeters apart. I closed the distance and kissed her. Aunt May knew I had (Y/N) coming over to hang out and watch movies, but she definitely didn't know that kissing was going to be involved. I rolled on top of (Y/N) and continued kissing her. I ran my fingers through her hair, completely lost in the kiss.

"What the fuck!" Aunt May screamed from the doorway, and my head snapped up so quickly that it hit the top of the bunk bed.

"Shit!" I mumbled, as I rolled off (Y/N) and held onto my aching head.

"Aunt May!" (Y/N) squealed, getting out of my bed. I buried my face in my pillow out of embarrassment.

"Were you two—" Aunt May started, but I didn't let her finish.

"Oh my god! No, Aunt May! We just started dating! We're only kissing! We aren't having sex! It's no big deal!" I groaned, as I finally turned to look at her. (Y/N) was blushing profusely in the corner now.

"Oh. I just thought, first getting drunk at parties, then skipping school, and now making out with (Y/N) on his bed...where had I gone wrong," Aunt May said with a blush.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I knew this would happen." I facepalmed myself.

"Are you two being safe?"

"OH MY GOD AUNT MAY I ALREADY SAID WE AREN'T HAVING SEX!"

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[Lol Aunt May would tho...hope you liked it! ~M]