Chris found him slumped at the end of Derekâs bar, a row of empty glasses in front of him. Derek just nodded toward Peterâyour problem now.
Chris didnât say anything. He got an arm under Peterâs shoulders, pulled him upright, and steered him toward the door. Peter mumbled something under his breath and let his head drop against Chrisâ neck.
Getting him into the passenger seat was a fight against dead weight and flailing elbows. Chris wrestled the buckle into place, only to feel Peterâs hand clamp onto his coat.
Peter blinked up at him, eyes blurred and trying to settle. âHe wasn't you,â he slurred, voice thick with whiskey.
Chris froze for a beat. Then he pried Peterâs fingers loose.
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a drunk tom!peter parker who just canât keep to himself. the second his eyes are on you, heâs on you. he has his arms wrapped tightly around your waist with his head laying comfortably on top of your stomach. heâs had you here for a while, ever since you forced him to leave flashes party and stop drinking. he was hung on top of you as you both walked home.
ây/n?â
âyeah petey?â
âi love you, so much, more than you can ever understand. thank you for being here, with meâ
âi love you to pete, iâm glad to stay with you here foreverâ
you would look down to see his eyes closed softly and his breathing slowed. he fell asleep.
Just posted Chapter 9 of Awesome Mix Vol. 1, where sixteen-year-old Peter Quill gets drunk for the first time on Yondu's secret stash. You can find it on AO3 or fanfiction.net. I think this might be one of my favorite chapters from this story. Check it out and tell me what you think!
It had been going on for months now. Peter endlessly gushing about Tony Stark and how much he loved the older man. It was getting tiring for the pair of them. So much that MJ and Ned started to plan ways of getting their friend to actually tell Stark.
It wasn't until one afternoon while the three of them were drunk MJ and Ned spotted their opportunity to convince Peter to finally confess to Tony. Unfortunately for them a drunk Peter was a sappy Peter who really liked the idea of a big romantic gesture to tell Tony how much he loved him. Still they couldn't technically be held responsible for Peter's actions. Even of those actions include a giant love confession written in webs on a bridge. At least with this Peter couldn't talk his way out this one like he had a hundred times before. Especially as they had filmed and posted it online, as well as having tagged Tony Stark.
Although if the man's response on twitter of #ironspider was any indication it doesn't look like Peter will regret this at all
@starkerfestivals Flufftober 2022:Â Love confession
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It was meant to be a fun night out after a long mission that was particularly nerve racking but here they where making a not so good name for themselves in the small tavern in who knows where in the middle of god knows where.
Tony and Peter were a known thing by now, Peter having revealed his identity after agreeing to marry his life long crush, so it wasnât a big surprise when a few people congratulated the newly weds. Two males even sent them a round of drinks, apparently they were happy Tony and Peter had gotten married because it made it easier for them to do the same. Peterâs heart swelled and Tony literally had to stop the tipsy kid from hug tackling the other pair.
Of course this happy haven didnât last long, it was a bar of course. Some local men had had just a few too many drinks, making the filter between mouth and brain disappear. These stupid brutes started to spurt out vile words about homosexuals and the depths of hell. The three of them had snickered when they had spotted Peterâs new favourite people holding hands. Before they could even try to move the spider had slipped out of Tonyâs lap and situated himself between the couple and the offenders.
âListen you stinky ass pieces of shit. You.. Better stop or see that sign.. Itâs gonna end up, UP! Your ass!â His words slurred and watery but his stance held fast. Peterâs slim frame the only thing between the gay pair and the douches with a death wish. The tension in the air got thicker and thicker as the group eyed each other off, waiting for who was going to throw the first move.
âMove out of the way pretty boy. Stark doesnât stay with someone more then a few months, youâll see, heâll be back to all those women again.â The middle man spoke, his breath pungent with whiskey and not even the good whiskey. But, his words hit a cord in the boy who looked like he was about to fry a nerve.
âYOU ARE THE REASON THIS WORLD IS A FLAMING PILE OF TRASH!! You canât just live on with your day. No! You gotta degrade everyone around you, you gotta be the best but you canât be because youâre shit. TRASH!! So you make up stupid reasons to degrade those happy around you. Why donât you actually do something with your life instead of drinking cheap whiskey and pissing people off? Imma kick your fucking ass.â Peter surged forward, kicking the guy fair and square in the nuts but thatâs where the fun stopped as two arms wrapped around his waist and tugged the furious spider out of the bar.
âNo drinking for you with strangers. Thatâs good to know.â Tonyâs voice sounded from behind the boy, who quickly turned around to check that his husband was ok.
âLetâs get you home Bambi.â Tony sighed as he gently guided the drunken superhero into the car.
âI wanna kick their dicks.â Peter mumbled from his position on the floor of the car, feeling very light headed.
âYes, Bambi. I know. You always want to kick their dicks.â Tonyâs tired voice was laced with adoration as he too slipped inside of the car.
Anon, this is nonsense but thatâs nothing new! I had fun writing it and hopefully you had fun reading it.Â
âNo. Regrets.â and âHow drunk was I?â
âWakey wakey, Pete. Sunshine is burning,â a baritone speaks from above and right before a hand smacks his cheek several times. âIâm giving you three seconds to wake up or Iâm sending your sister in and disappearing for the rest of the day.â
Peter groans.Â
âAt last! Hey, you. Lemme see those eyes.âÂ
âGâway,â he moans, trying to slap the voice away.Â
His hand is held captive.Â
He whines.Â
âOh no. None of that now. I need a play by play on how you managed to get your ass kidnapped, in broad daylight, dressed as your spidery alter ego, and managed to get drunk instead of drugged.âÂ
âToo loud.â
Tony sighs. âLights are off, open your eyes, and I promise Iâll try not to ask all my questions at once, but you know I donât have impulse control.âÂ
Peter squints, glaring up at Tony.Â
Tonyâs hand covers Peterâs face, lightly shaking him around from side to side, and Peter retaliates by licking his palm.Â
âYouâre worse than your sister.â
âIs this a hangover?â he questions, but his voice cracks something fierce. âAm I dead?â
âNope, not yet at least. Youâre lucky my past is colorful otherwise youâd be getting an earful.âÂ
âWhatâs this then, a powwow?âÂ
âCute, kiddo. Here.â he hands him a glass of water and Peter drains it. âAre you okay?â
He nods then groans, realizing that was stupid.Â
Tony nudges Peter around until he sits behind him and then magic happens: he gets a scalp massage and Peter melts into Tony.Â
âHow drunk was I? Last night?â Peter asks into the silence, wrinkling his nose at the stench coming out his mouth. He also asks because he isnât facing Tony and heâd rather not see any form of disappointment on his father figureâs face.Â
âFRI, replay last nightâs baby monitor footage.â
Tony pulls out his cell phone and a holographic image comes to life, showing Peter first in a makeshift cell but Tony tells FRIDAY to fast forward and then it skips to Peter singing Disney songs, both old and new. Sober, Peter doesnât think he can even blame Morgan because heâs rather guilty to confess he hums catchy songs all the damned time.Â
âDoesnât he ever shut the hell up?â
âWell, he does hang out with Stark so my answer is not likely.â
Peterâs brows furrow and he turns to look at Tony, âWhat, do they think I picked that up through osmosis?âÂ
âCriminal masses arenât always the most intelligent, you know that, bud.â Tony even looks apologetic until his grin widens then he looks downright ornery. Peterâs saw an identical expression on Morgan multiple times. âSâwhy I had to be a hero.âÂ
Peter halfheartedly swats at him.Â
Tony cackles, easily pinning Peterâs arms until heâs hugging Peterâs back and pointing at the floating images. âOooh, I like this part.âÂ
He turns to see his holographic self standing on Pepperâs dining room table, dancing clumsily, hands coasting up and down his body, then all of a sudden he stops and points out into the family room, âNo regrets because Iâm a SUPERSTAR!â
Peter groans, bowing his head.Â
Behind him, Tony laughter is booming, resounding like fireworks and if Peter wasnât nursing a hangover he would have relished in the sunny disposition. Instead, he jabs his elbow into Tonyâs stomach and twists around until he can hide away from his embarrassment, pouting in peace.
hi! if youâre taking prompts could you maybe write something where peter is dumb and gets drunk and a party & ends up with alcohol poisoning? THANK YOU!!!
Thank you for the prompt! And thanks to @whumphoarder for beta reading.
For this one, letâs imagine that the fanfic community was in charge of the Endgame script and everyone is still alive after the final battle.
TWs for alcohol abuse and anxiety issues.
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Too Close to Home
âItâs going well, isnât it?â Pepperâs hand comes down on Tonyâs shoulder.
Tony turns around and smiles at her, his eyes gliding down her breathtaking blue dress before he takes in the scene around them. Itâs the inauguration celebration for the reconstructed Avengers compound, and so far, Pepper seems right.
âI know how to throw a party, donât I?â he replies with a smirk.
âAlways so humble,â Pepper says, raising an eyebrow. âI think Iâll go and try to get Morgan settled - itâs way past her bedtime.â She motions at the visibly tired and cranky child currently stealing fries from Rhodeyâs plate, smearing mayonnaise onto both his suit pants and her own dinosaur t-shirt.
âYeah, before she disables his leg braces againâŚâ Tony mutters.  âOr should I do it?â
âNah, itâs okay. You had her in the workshop long enough today.â Pepper blows a kiss on Tonyâs cheek, then walks over to save Rhodey from the mayonnaise monster.
Tony surveys the rest of the party-goers. There are Nat and Clint sitting in a hammock, talking quietly, seemingly lost in their own world. Next to the bar, Sam is trying to impress Wanda and Scott with a Falcon story, swinging his arms up and down in an imitation of his wings. Bucky and Steve are sitting further away in a corner, huddled close together as always, the ever-present tension on Buckyâs face a little less visible today. Tony is far from comfortable in his presence, but he hopes that Steve appreciates the fact that heâd invited both of them.
With a breath, Tony lets out the tension he hadnât realised heâd been holding. The complicated relationships of love, guilt, friendship, and broken promises in this room would have any psychologist happily taking notes. But for now, at least, it seems that everything is working out. Tony gives himself a mental pat on the back.
He steps out onto the terrace for a bit of fresh air. Someone is sitting on the porch swing, lightly drifting it back and forth, and Tony recognises Peterâs curly hair and ill-sized suit jacket, the sleeves of which are not quite long enough to reach his wrists. Tonyâs smile morphs into a frown when he notices a near-empty bottle of Baileyâs on the ground next to the swing.
Tony steps closer. The boy is swaying a little where heâs sitting, glancing around himself with a slightly detached glaze to his eyes. Tony doesnât need his glasses to see that his protegĂŠ is clearly drunk off his ass.
âOh, hi, Misâer Stark,â Peter says with a grin when Tonyâs shadow falls on him, his pronunciation more than a little off.
âSo, Peter Parker. Welcome to the latest episode of What Not to Do When Youâre Bored on a Friday Night.â
âHuh?â Peter frowns, blinking against the lights shining through the windows behind Tony.
âHow did you get this?â Tony points at the bottle with his prosthetic arm, emitting a few sparks from his fingertips for good measure. âFor all that Iâm paying the bartenders, they should know better than handing out drinks to minors.â
âShowed her my ID - says Iâm 23,â Peter explains smugly. âWe were talkinâ, and she kept refilling my glass, then gave me thisâŚâ He gestures at the Baileyâs.
âAnd why on earth would you try to finish it?â
âJusâ wanted to have some funâŚâ The kid is grinning, but there is something painful and twisted in his smile. If anyone in the world can see the difference between drinking for fun and drinking to forget, itâs Tony Stark.
Something in him snaps.
âI expected more from you, Peter. Screw my opinion, what would your aunt say about underage drinking?â
âWell, legally, I am 23âŚâ Peter tries to get to his feet and nearly stumbles over them in the process. Tony catches him by the shoulder and holds him upright.
âThatâs not an excuse. There is no excuse, actually.â Tony takes a deep breath, trying to ground himself. âOkay, you gonna come to your room with me, or should I call May?â
âWhat?â Peter balks. âNo, I, Iâm havinâ funâŚ.â
âYeah. Not gonna last long, trust me.â Tony grabs the boyâs wrists and starts pulling him towards the door. Â
âMisâer Stark, hey!â Peter protests.
âDonât hey me,â Tony spits. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, his breaths coming much faster than they should.
Peter is visibly having trouble setting one foot in front of the other one, so Tony slings his flesh arm around the kid and supports him back inside and towards the elevator. They bump into Bruce just when the doors open.
âWhat are you doing here?â Tony asks. It comes out more forcefully than he intends.
âNot a big fan of partiesâŚâ Bruce trails off upon seeing the look on his friendâs face. âWhatâs going on?â He takes in Peterâs slightly reeling posture with a frown.
âThe kid had the brilliant idea of getting wasted at the party,â Tony cuts it short. He maneuvers Peter into the elevator, Bruce getting in behind them.
âHow much did you have?â Bruce addresses Peter.
âHuh?â Peter blinks. âOh, hey Dr BânnerâŚâ Heâs slurring more than mere minutes ago.  Â
âToo much, apparently.â Tony positions Peter against the handrail and then grabs onto it himself with slightly trembling hands.
It doesnât escape Bruceâs notice. âAre you okay?â he asks.
âYeah, âcourse.â But Tony can feel his chest going tight with the familiar feeling of there suddenly not being enough oxygen in the air. âJust - get him to his room, will you? Make sure heâs okay. Iâll- Iâll be there in a sec.â
He doesnât wait for Bruceâs reply, escaping the moment the elevator opens to the upper floor. Without bothering to check whose room it is, Tony opens the first door he can find and pulls it shut behind him. He sinks onto the floor, counting his breaths, trying his best not to freak out completely.
*
All traces of amusement have vanished from Peterâs face when they finally make it to his bedroom. He looks dizzy and downright sick.
ââm not feeling so greatâŚâ he mumbles when Bruce closes the door behind them.
âI know, PeterâŚâ Bruce sighs. The boy hiccups thickly, letting out a breath that smells distinctly like alcohol. Bruce pushes a sudden onslaught of childhood memories away and concentrates on his doctoral instincts; taking care of the kid is all that matters now. âBathroom, okay?â
Peter more stumbles into the bathroom than walks. He clumsily kneels down in front of the toilet and tries to rest his head on the seat, missing by a few inches. He would have hit the ground if it hadnât been for Bruceâs hands holding him upright. âOkay, bend over the bowl,â the doctor directs.
Peter sets his elbows on the seat, supporting his head. âThink âm gonna be sick,â he slurs.
âItâs okay. Get it up.â
Peter coughs drily and spits out a string of saliva. He moans when a wet burp escapes him. ââs awful. âm not doinâ this âgain.â
âIâm counting on that.â A gag comes from the boyâs mouth, bringing bile that trickles down his chin. Bruce sighs, bracing himself. âOkay, there you go.â
Peter lurches forward and heaves. A gush of liquid splashes into the toilet, the smell of alcohol mixing with the stench of bile.
âOkay, Peter, youâll be alright.â Bruce rubs circles onto the kidâs back, trying his best to be comforting.
Peter empties his stomach into the bowl, moaning in the intervals. When it seems that the current round is over, he leans back against the bathtub, sweaty and pale. Bruce hands him a towel to wipe his mouth.
âYou feeling a bit better?â Bruce asks.
Peter shakes his head, then pulls his knees towards his chest and buries his face in them. âI fucked up,â he sniffs.
âWe all make mistakes, Peter.â
âNo, but, Misâer Stark, heâŚâ Peter seems to lose track of the thought mid-sentence.
âItâs okay, Peter,â Bruce comforts. âDo you want to go to bed?â
The boy seems past making decisions, so Bruce hoists him to his feet and supports him back to his room.
âDr Banner?â Peter asks when Bruce deposits him on the bed and starts to remove his shoes. He stares at Bruce with confusion, seeming genuinely surprised to see him there. âWhereâs Mister Stark?â
âThatâs a good question.â Bruce has a suspicion of whatâs going on with Tony, but he is not going to share this with a drunk 16-year old. âHow about you lie down and I go look for him?â
âYeahâŚâs good.â Peter nods, then crashes onto the pillows. âSo soft,â he mumbles.
âOkay, hereâs the trash can.â Bruce doubts Peter is still listening, so he puts it right next to the bed. âFRIDAY, whatâs his BAC?â
â0.18, Dr Banner.â
âOkay. Alert me of any changes in his condition.â
âOf course.â
*
With FRIDAYâs help, Bruce finds Tony on the floor of Samâs bedroom, anxiously fumbling with his StarkPhone, looking nearly as pale as the kid Bruce just put to sleep.
âCan I come in?â Bruce asks softly.
âNo.â But Tony doesnât push him away when he sits next to him and lays a hand on the other manâs shoulder.
âThis hit a little close to home, huh?â Bruce ventures.
Tony huffs. âDonât wanna talk about it.â
âOkay.â
They sit in silence for a bit. Tonyâs breaths are still coming too fast.
âYou know my father was an alcoholic, right?â Bruce says after a while.
âYeah. I read your files.â Tony glances at him sideways. âSometimes I donât get how you can stand to hang out with me.â
âOh, you are completely different from him, trust me.â
Tony huffs out a breath. âYou know, the kid, what he told me one time?â Bruce shakes his head. âHe said he wanted to be like me. Well, looks like thatâs exactly whatâs happening. Oh shit, this is so fucked upâŚ.â Tony presses his knuckles into his eye sockets. Even his prosthetic hand is trembling.
âTony, overdoing it one time doesnât make someone an addict,â Bruce reassures. âPeter is a smart kid, and Iâm sure heâs already regretting this evening. We should be glad that it happened here and not at some college party where nobody wouldâve taken care of him. Heâll learn from it.â
âAnd what if he doesnât?â Tonyâs hand is now gesticulating wildly towards Bruce. âHeâs got this thing, this hero thing, it fucks him all up. Heâs been having nightmares since he came back, says heâs dreaming of Titan. I donât think he wouldâve done anything like what he did tonight before the snap. I - god, Bruce, I donât want this to destroy him as well.â
âIt wonât. Heâs strong, Tony, and heâs got you.â
âOh, thatâs just great. Because Iâm so well known for my healthy coping strategies. A former alcoholic is surely a great role model for a traumatised kid.â
âYouâre more than that, and you know it,â Bruce asserts. âHe looks up to you for who you are now, not for who you used to be.â
âI got so mad at him,â Tony admits in a quieter voice. He presses his eyelids together and clenches his fists. âFuck, I sounded exactly like my father.â
âI doubt that Peter will remember. And if he does, Iâm sure heâll understand.â
âI donât wanna screw this up.â Tony looks at Bruce, all his masks gone for a moment. âHim - and Morgan - I just want to get it right this time.â
âYou will, Tony,â Bruce assures quietly. âYouâre doing great.â
âDr Banner, Peter is showing signs of waking up,â FRIDAYâs voice interrupts them.
âLetâs go.â Bruce stands up and extends a hand to Tony, who takes it after a moment of hesitation. âYou got this. Put your five years of parenting experience to good use.â
âOkay. Fine.â Tony takes a deep breath. His eyes are suspiciously wet, but his smile is already back at 50%. âBut youâre changing the bedsheets if he pukes on them.â
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