Requested by mrsholland199601: Y/N gets completely wasted at a high school party and gets manipulated by "Brad" to do something. Peter sees this and so removes her from the situation and takes care of her since he's completely sober. Once she's safe with Peter, Y/N accidentally reveals her true feelings for Peter to him

*Please note: this one-shot contains themes of mild sexual assault. If you feel like this will trigger you, please don't read this story, I will be back soon with more one-shots that don't contain such serious themes. If you choose to read it and end up triggered, my messages are always open if anyone needs to talk. If you're comfortable with the subject matter and know that you'll be okay reading this story, please read on and enjoy :)*

Peter stared at me with wide eyes, making me bite my lip and return the look.

"You...you really want me to take you to Brad's party?" he scoffed as we sat opposite each other in the school cafeteria.

"Yeah, why not? It'll be fun." I shrugged.

"Sorry, fun?! All Brad does is drink, wrestle and try to get with girls, going to a party hosted by that jackass is far from my idea of fun." he stated.

"That's because your idea of fun is us watching Star Wars, or you building your Lego death star with Ned." I teased, making him roll his eyes playfully. Peter and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember, us having met through MJ at the start of high school. But the truth was that I'd always liked Peter as more than just a friend, but due to the fact that he'd never shown any hint of reciprocating those feelings, I didn't act on them. However, part of me was hopeful that if I could get Peter to take me to this party, we'd get drunk enough for me to have enough courage to tell him how I really felt, and hopefully be told the same thing. That was the plan, anyway.

"I just don't know, Y/N. You know that that's not really my type of crowd." he sighed.

"Please, Pete." I returned, making his eyes widen as I gently put my hand over his.

"It would honestly mean the world to me if you'd take me." I admitted. He sighed again and looked at me.

"Fine." he gave in. I jumped up and squealed, making him laugh as I ran around the table and tightly hugged him.

"Thank you so much, Pete, you won't regret this." I smiled.

"Well, that much has yet to be seen, but it's alright." he chuckled, making my smile widen as I bit my lip and sat back down.

Peter and I walked along the street, the music already audible even from this distance as we walked towards Brad's house. I raised my bottle of orange juice and vodka to my lips, making Peter look at me.

"I'm still not sure how much of a good idea it was for you to start drinking before we even got to the party." he sighed.

"It's called pre-drinks, Pete. College kids do it all the time." I shrugged before extending the bottle to him and raising my eyebrows as a way to silently ask if he wanted a sip.

"I'm good, thanks, I'm not drinking tonight. After all, one of us has to be sober enough to get you home in one piece." he teased. I smirked and shook my head as I took another sip. He wasn't wrong, I was already feeling the numbing effect of the alcohol as we walked into the house. The music thumped loudly, the vibrations being felt in my chest as Peter and I looked around. My heart skipped a beat, my breath hitching in my throat as Peter put his hand on my waist and protectively pulled me into his body, making me look up at him. He returned the glance, his eyes widening slightly as he realised the intimacy of what he'd done.

"U-um...sorry. I'm just already unsure about the way that some of these guys are looking at you!" he yelled over the music. I bit my lip, my heart fluttering even more at the idea that Peter was being so possessive and protective over me. I loved it.

"It's okay, Pete. I don't mind. You want to dance?" I shouted back over the music.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" he sighed, though chuckling as I smirked and bit my lip. I downed the rest of my juice, my head becoming increasingly hazy as I put the bottle down on a random table before taking Peter's hand and pulling him to what looked to be the dance floor. I turned to face him, his hands holding my waist as I curled my arms over his shoulders. We started to dance to the music, both of us smiling and laughing as we just enjoyed each other's company. Peter's hands stayed on my waist, making me pout to myself slightly as he made no effort to pull me closer or make our embrace more intimate.

"Come on, Pete, hold me like you mean it!" I laughed. Peter's lips curled into a slight smile, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at me.

"Are you feeling okay, Y/N? The alcohol starting to get to your head a bit?" he chuckled.

"Why do you say that?" I giggled as I pulled him closer and into a hug.

"Because you're hugging me very tightly right now." he laughed into my ear. I shook my head and looked at him.

"No, I'm fine." I reassured.

"Okay, then. Let me know the moment that you want to leave." he nodded. I returned it and pulled him into another hug, his arms wrapping further around me as he returned the embrace.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter walked through the party, his eyes scanning over the crowds of people as he desperately tried to find Y/N. He had sat her down on the sofa and told her to stay there since he needed the bathroom, and had been stupid enough to believe that she'd actually stay there in her drunk state. All that Peter knew right now was that she was too drunk to even walk, so he had to find her before something happened to her. He walked into the kitchen and gave small smiles to his classmates that were in there.

"Have any of you seen Y/N? She's quite drunk and I'm worried about her." he admitted.

"Yeah, she's out there with Brad." one of them nodded. Peter looked out the back door, his eyes widening and his heart dropping to his feet as he saw Y/N and Brad. Kissing.Well, that hurt like a bitch. Peter had liked Y/N for as long as he could remember, which is one of the big reasons that he'd agreed to bring her here tonight. It broke his heart that she was kissing another guy. Suddenly, Y/N pushed Brad off of her, making Peter's eyebrows furrow.

"What the fuck is going on?" he mumbled to himself as Brad grabbed her arms and forced their lips together again, Y/N quite clearly trying to struggle out of his grip. Peter's eyes widened.

"Fuck no." he spat as he threw the door open and stormed out to them.

Y/N's P.O.V

I poured the shot down my throat, my eyes squeezing shut as I swallowed the foul liquid.

"Woo! Go, Y/N!" Brad laughed as a group of us did shots in the kitchen. My head spun, my vision blurring as I looked around for Peter, but I couldn't see him. Oh well, I thought as I knocked back another shot, a cough leaving my lips as I swallowed the bitter spirit.

"Hey, Y/N, can I show you something outside?" Brad asked.

"Sure." I nodded, my speech slightly slurred as I followed him to the back door. He opened it and walked out.

"Shut the door behind you." he requested, making me shrug as I turned around to shut the door. As soon as I turned back around, Brad's lips were against mine. My eyes widened and I raised my hands to his chest to push him off.

"Brad, what the fuck?!" I exclaimed, my heart racing at what had just happened.

"What? Come on, babe, you know that you want more." he smirked as he grabbed my arms and leant down to kiss me again. I struggled against his grip, my lips refusing to return the kiss as I desperately hit his chest.

"What the hell?!" Suddenly, my waist was gently taken and I was pulled from Brad's grip.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, asshole?!" Peter spat, making me breathe a sigh of relief as he stood between Brad and I.

"What? She quite clearly wanted it, bro, have you seen how she's dressed tonight?" he smirked. Both mine and Peter's eyes widened further.

"What are you talking about?! She's quite clearly too drunk to consent to anything, AND she was pushing you off of her!" Peter exclaimed.

"Look, Parker, it's not my fault that she dressed like a slut-." Peter cut Brad off by punching him in the jaw, making me gasp as Brad fell down and groaned.

"Peter, Jesus." I choked as I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I couldn't let him speak about you like that." he shook his head. I gulped and looked up at him. I couldn't tell if it was my crush, the fact that I was drunk, or the fact that Peter had literally just saved me from being sexually assaulted, but my heart was filled with love for him in that moment.

"I want to go home, Pete." I mumbled, making him sigh and look down at me as he gently put his hand on my lower back.

"Yeah. I think that that's a good idea." he nodded as he led me back into the house.

"Okay, here we go." Peter chuckled, making me giggle as he opened my front door and carried me bridal style into my house.

"Shh, we can't wake my parents up, they can't know that I'm wasted." I whispered, making Peter chuckle again as I put a finger to his lips.

"Don't worry, Y/N, they won't know." he reassured as he quietly carried me up the stairs. Apparently fresh air enhanced the effects of alcohol because within minutes of leaving the party, I had lost the ability to walk. Peter had picked me up bridal style and had carried me the entire way home after that, something that I was insanely grateful for. Peter pushed my door open with his foot and carried me in before gently placing me down on my bed. I giggled, my head still extremely dizzy as I refused to let go of his neck and started to pull him down onto the bed with me.

"Y/N, shit, you need to let go." Peter chuckled, making me shake my head as I kept holding him down.

"No, I want cuddles." I shook my head.

"If you want cuddles, I need to be in a better position. Let me go, I promise that I'll stay here, okay?" he reasoned. I nodded and let him go, making him chuckle as he climbed off of me. He pulled my shoes off and gently put my legs onto the bed before climbing over me and lying down next to me. I turned to face him, his eyes also on me as we just lay there.

"Are you okay after what happened tonight? I'm so sorry that I wasn't there sooner." he sighed. I shook my head and gave me a small smile.

"It's not your fault, Pete. Brad is just a dick apparently. But I'm okay. I'll report it to the school on Monday." I whispered.

"Good idea. I'll go with you, back you up and confirm that what you're saying is true." he reassured. I sighed and looked at him, making him return the glance.

"I can tell that something's on your mind, babe." he chuckled, making me smile and bite my lip.

"I'm just thinking about how much I like you. But, like you more than just a friend." I admitted quietly. Peter's eyes widened.

"What?" he gulped. I nodded and bit my lip.

"I'm probably going to regret telling you this in the morning, when I'm sober, but yeah. I've liked you for a long time. I just didn't say anything because I've never gotten any clues that you feel the same." I shrugged. Peter looked at me.

"Well, I'm glad that you said something. Because I like you as more than just a friend too." he admitted. My eyes widened.

"You do?" I choked. He nodded and bit his lip, making me smile as he curled his arm over my waist and pulled me closer.

"Why wouldn't I? You're kind, sweet, smart, beautiful, just amazing in general. I'd be stupid not to have a crush on you." he teased, making me laugh.

"Can you sleep with me tonight? I don't want to be alone, especially not after hearing that." I smiled. He returned it and nodded.

"Sure, angel. I'll be right here when you wake up." he reassured. I smiled, making him return it as I curled into his body and closed my eyes. He returned the embrace, his arms protectively wrapped around me as I fell asleep in the arms of my crush and come the morning, new boyfriend.