IMAGINE !
o. THE AFTERMATH OF YOU
AND PETER'S PARTY . . .

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previously..

You and Peter had been working so hard at trying to make your party perfect, and it took all night to do so. This, of course, leads to both of you staying up well past midnight and then managing to fall asleep at three in the morning.

Tony and Pepper both strolled into the living room to see you asleep on Peter's chest. You both were completely knocked out and they could tell that you spent all your energy on decorating considering you were both sprawled on the floor.

"This is the only guy I'll ever allow our daughter to date," Tony explained to Pepper, who had already taken a million photos on her cellphone.

"Well, we have our own party to set up for. Let's leave them be." Pepper laughed, pushing Tony out of the room before he could critique the decorations.

present time..

The vast disparity between the ninth and eleventh floors of the building definitely did not go unnoticed. While your parents had their business-like party on the ninth floor, the damage was barely noticeable. Of course, you had your average teenage party on the eleventh floor and it was the polar opposite. It had looked like the people who attended completely rearranged the room.

Thankfully, Pepper had strolled into the room before your father had gotten the chance to see the room - let alone step in it. She knew that he would have blown up considering there were plastic cups and confetti littering the floor, so she saved you from it. The time was nearing ten in the morning when she found you out like a light with your body cuddled up right next to Peter's.

Her lips curled up into a soft smile before taking her phone out and snapping a photo for the books for the millionth time - she was a mother, of course, she was going to document the moments that would embarrass you as life continued on.

The flash from the camera was visible through your closed eyelids, which resulted in you starting to stir awake. Pepper cringed as she attempted to make clean getaway.

Your eyelids began to flutter open, attempting to take in the bright morning light and assess the damage that the room had suffered. One question that erupted in your thoughts was why the hardwood floor seemed to be extremely comfortable.

It took you a moment to realize that someone's arms were wrapped around you - and it surely wasn't the floor's. Your breath hitched as you were met with the sight of Peter, a bare centimeter in between the two of you.

To be completely honest, you had no idea what do do. You brought your finger up and poked his face, hoping that you weren't on the road towards awkwardness.

"It's way too early for this," Peter groaned as he rolled over onto his back, freeing you from his grip. You were a bit disappointed not feeling anymore comfort on the floor, but you'd have to begin cleaning up sooner than later.

Your mind was rushing a million miles an hour, memories of the previous night all flooding in at once. A groan escaped your throat as you realized what happened. "Someone spiked the fucking punch. That's why I've got this massive headache!"

Peter grimaced, just thinking about the consequences of underage drinking. He had his entire plea set up, 'I didn't mean to, some rando poured alcohol in the HI-C punch. Please don't put me in jail, my aunt would murder me!'

"I've got to clean this place up before my parents murder me." You explained, getting up from your spot on the floor. Peter's gaze locked on you, pretty amazed at how you could handle a hangover.

You quickly noticed the piles of confetti on the floor, along with empty solo cups. On top of being accidentally hungover and tired, you had no regret asking Friday to clean up the room.

Peter raised his eyebrows as he saw those little vacuums appear out of nowhere. He had to admit that he was a smidge scared of the newly-introduced technology, but the cute name of Roomba made his fear become less serious than before.

"I'm not even going to lie, my dad told me that you like me," you crossed your arms as the view of a post-New Years New York came into view as you neared the window. "So, uh, wanna grab some breakfast?"

Peter smiled. Stepping over the piles of garbage, he stood next to you with admiration in his eyes. The entire aftermath of being a victim of the spiked punch was beginning to have a bright side. He had gained more confidence in the span of ten seconds.

"I would love to," he awkwardly tapped on your shoulder, earning a curious look from you. "Isn't your dad really protective, though? Won't he get mad or something?"

You shook your head at his question. "If he didn't want me to find out that you liked me, he wouldn't have told me."

Peter had now locked eyes with you. You weren't one for extremely cliche moments, but the moment was way too serious to simply push away. He carefully took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

"Y/n, wanna head out to grab some breakfast?" Peter asked for the second time around, tearing your daydream into a million little pieces.

You nodded, heartbreaking at the realization that you two were still only friends, nothing more. You wished that what happened in your milisecond of a dream was actually reality, but there was no luck - not even in the slightest bit.

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author's note

damn I'm so sorry for that ending lmao, a sis needed a twist! anyways, I'm probably going
to write a part three, lmk if y'all would want that? ALSO WOULD YALL READ A BEN HARDY BLURB BOOK BECAUSE WOW THAT MAN STOLE MY FUCKING HEART!! anyways I love u all uwu