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imaginexmeintheuniverse · 7 years

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Into You

A lovely anon requested: “hey babe, I’m in love with your imagines you are such a good writter and I was wondering if you could do one with Peter Parker based on the music video of into you by ariana grande, thanks bb”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Heavily implied sexy times, but no smut. Heavily implied cheating.

Word Count: 5, 096

Summary: In their early twenties, Peter Parker and the reader have been life-long friends. The reader has anything everyone could ever want; they went to their dream school, landed their dream job, and have the dream boyfriend. However, he’s not Peter Parker.

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A/N: I watched the music video and I wasn’t sure as to whether or not it was okay to write as an AU so I guess it ended up being semi-AU-ish in the sense that I made him and the reader in their early twenties. I wrote this piece as how I interpreted the storyline of the music video and I hope it turned out okay! It is so much longer than I thought it would be because I’m Way Too Extra ™.

Into You by Ariana Grande

You wake up to the sound of soft snores and a slight pounding in your head. When you open your eyes, the light peeking through the worn out curtains is blinding. You immediately shut your eyes as the subtle brightness seems to enhance your headache. It take you a few moments before you build up the courage to let your eyelids peel back again and the light doesn’t seem as harsh anymore.

Once your eyes have been well adjusted, you scan your surroundings without moving another muscle. Your focus wanders from the empty red cups and half-empty packs of candy on the little desk, the cards splayed out on the stained carpet floor, to your clothes that are strewn all over the arm chair, and finally lands on the form next you; the source of the aforementioned soft snores. He has one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close, his face is buried in the pillow with only his soft brown locks peeking out, and the white sheets are gathered around his hips, exposing his toned and bruised back. You smile as memories from the previous night come flooding back.

You hadn’t told each other explicitly, but you sure as hell both felt it. Instead of using words, you used your bodies; passionate kisses, light touches, and clinging to each other like your lives depended on it.

To say that you’re “into him” is the biggest understatement of the century.

You gently push his arm back and get dressed as quietly as you can, not wanting to wake him up since he barely ever gets to sleep. Looking back over your shoulder before shutting the door, you can’t help but smile at how adorable he looks.

You go to the dining area of the inn you are staying at to grab two cups of coffee with some breakfast in a foam takeout container. After exchanging a few greetings with some of the other guests, you make your way back to your room, stopping at the little table right outside the door. You set the coffee and food down before throwing out the empty bottles and bags of junk food.

You take a seat and take a sip from the paper cup as you recall the night starting out with you and your boyfriend attending one of Tony Stark’s company galas. There was a rift during the night, but it only got better from there. It ended with you tangled in between sheets with the gorgeous Peter Parker who was laying next to you about half an hour ago now.

But Peter Parker is not your boyfriend.

I’m so into you, I can barely breathe

And all I wanna do is to fall in deep

But close ain’t close enough, ‘til we cross the line, hey yeah

So name a game to play, and I’ll roll the dice, hey

Before we get ahead of ourselves let’s take a look at how you came to wake up next to Peter Parker in room 5 of a crappy roadside inn when just yesterday you were at a fancy philanthropy gala with your boyfriend.

Let’s start with you. Being a successful University graduate you landed a job working close to Peter at the Stark Tower. Peter helped you get an internship there during the summers that you’d come back home from college which led to a permanent position once you had graduated. You had everything so many people envied; finishing University with honors, your dream job where you worked next to your best friend, and a steady boyfriend. So why did you feel like you were still missing something?

You had been with your boyfriend for a little over two years. He, like you, worked at the Stark Tower downtown so you were never too far away from him. He wasn’t in any of the science and technology departments though; he was high up in marketing. Unlike you, he had grown up attending the finest schools and living in a big mansion. His family was loaded and he was already accustomed to the “high society” life. He was the conventional definition of a dream guy; gorgeous, educated, and rich . So was it so selfish of you to want more?

Enter Peter Parker. Your oldest and closest friend you’ve known since you were in diapers. You, him, and Ned were like the three musketeers. In high school you had also grown close to Michelle. You found out not long after Ned that Peter was the friendly neighborhood web-slinging hero. You parted ways after graduating high school, you went off your dream school while he attend University close to home. You all kept in touch of course but being away from him for so long, you realized how much you needed Peter in your life and you were ready to tell him that, but only in person. Which is why you were crushed when you came home for winter break to see that he had met someone. It hadn’t worked out but by the time you came back for summer break, you had decided not to complicate the friendship with your feelings.

The two of you worked closely in technology engineering and development, but of course he worked much closer to Tony Stark than you being part of the Avengers and all. You felt blessed everyday you got to work alongside the most important person in your life, but you longed for something much more than platonic love with him. It pained you to see him every day and not being able to hold his hand casually like you had when you were younger, or succumb to your urge to kiss him whenever he did something adorable which was all the damn time. Although it took you far too long to realize it, the facts were that you had fallen in love with your best friend.

From an objective point of view, it seemed like you spent your lives missing each other; doing this dance where you never acted on your feelings because you were waiting for a sign from the other to make a move. This far into your young adulthood, you couldn’t bear to have your feelings be the cause of losing your best friend. Thus, when you caught the eye of a particularly sought after marketing supervisor, you agreed to go out on a date with him after he had asked you so smoothly.

He was very charming and a gentleman. He filled in every criteria that anyone would want in a man, but he wasn’t Peter Parker. The first few dates were fun and helped take your mind of a certain irresistible dork, then he asked you to be his girlfriend and it just continued from there. It’s one of those situations where although you know the events that brought you to where you were, you’re still not quite sure about how you got to that point. When you really thought about it, your relationship was just a trail of milestones and although it felt like it had a natural flow, you thought that after two years you would have fallen in love with him. And you thought that you were, but it was nowhere compared to what you felt when you so much as just looked at Peter.

Oh baby, look what you started

The temperature’s rising in here

Is this gonna happen?

Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move

Before I make a move

Here the night began at the Stark Industries philanthropy gala of some sort; you were never quite sure what any of these events were for. You walked in with your arm looped through your boyfriend’s. There was champagne, white table cloths with fancily folded napkins on the plates, the music had a bit of a club vibe like Mr. Stark liked it, and everyone was dressed in their best suits and gowns.

The usual routine for these events followed; you stayed quietly tethered to your boyfriend as he greeted and conversed with socialites you had nothing in common with until you spotted Peter with the few other fellow nerds of your department where you could take finally refuge from the boredom.

You hadn’t seen Peter before dinner was served and some awards were given out. You figured he was probably out saving the city as usual. Your boyfriend brought you on the stage with him when he was making his acceptance speech for an award he was accepting on his father’s behalf. His father owned this big business company that was affiliated with Stark Industries, a big part of how your boyfriend came to work at the Stark Tower. The bright spotlight, the attention, and the crowd made you feel uncomfortable. Your boyfriend kept you close to him, pulling you to him by your waist. Normally it would be endearing, but at that moment you felt like an accessory. You started feeling really awkward, but then you found your lifeline.

Peter came in, frantically adjusting his tie and jogging to take his seat at Mr. Stark’s table. When your eyes met his, he gave you a reassuring smile with a thumbs up and the fake smile you had plastered on turned to a genuine one.

After a few more minutes of torture, you and your boyfriends went back to your seats at your table where there were other business associates. The conversation for the rest of dinner was boring and shallow, which you stayed out of as usual. You made your escape as soon as the meal was over and looked for Peter.

There had been other events similar to this, but this was the first time both you and Peter attended one as fancy as this. You made your way to Peter where he was standing next to Tony Stark. Tony greeted you with a friendly hug before excusing himself, claiming to have to go speak to an associate. Being left alone, you and Peter took each other in. Seeing each other so dressed up, it sent both of you back to being flustered teenagers.

“W-Wow, Y/N. You look amazing.”

“Me? Look at you!” you chuckled nervously. “I haven’t seen you this dressed up since prom.”

You marveled at how even though he was probably really sweaty and tired, he still looked adorable with his messy hair that looked perfect even though he didn’t have time to tame it properly and how well his suit fit him. But you. You left him breathless. He always thought you looked amazing, but he had never seen you done up like this. From your gown, to your flawlessly styled hair and your expensive jewelry, you looked like you were came straight off the red carpet. Once your were both over the initial shock, your usual conversation ensued. He was telling you about the bank robbery he stopped before arriving at the gala when you saw it.

You had suspected that something had been off with your boyfriend lately. You had ignored it because it had been a pretty busy time for the both of you with work lately, but now all the extra late-nights, minimal texts, delayed responses, and scarce touches began to make sense. In the past, you had always found a way to make it to each other’s apartments or at least talk after a long day of work, but he had been more distant than ever. The rare times you did meet, he insisted it be at your apartment even though you knew he preferred his apartment, and even then, by the time he’d get there you’d still be working on something or asleep. Your heart may have been with another man, but you could never imagine hurting your boyfriend this badly.

You recognized her as one of the new assistants on the marketing floor. You had seen them laughing together when you met him in his office for lunch on her first day. He assured you that you didn’t have to worry about her when you hadn’t even asked. You tormented yourself, watching as she laughed from something he whispered in her ear. You couldn’t tear your eyes away when his arm snaked around her waist, pressing his chest into her back.

Peter noticed that your mind was elsewhere and he always knew when something was bothering you. “Y/N?” He waved a hand, snapping your attention back. “Y/N, are you okay?”

Tears pricked the back of your eyes as you averted your gaze from him. “I-It’s nothing- I-I gotta go- I’ll see you at work Monday,” you shrugged before walking away as fast as you could in the heels you were wearing.

But Peter knew you better than that. All the dots connected when he saw your boyfriend with the other girl. He knew it was important to for him to be there that night but when he made eye contact with Tony, the older man had seen the exchange and nodded to him as if to say “go after her.” That was all Peter needed to spin on his heel and run after you.

He whipped out his phone and dialed your number. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. On the fourth ring he had began to panic.

“Hello?” Peter let out the breath he had been holding in at the sound of your voice.

“Y/N! Where are you? I’ve been looking everywhere for you-” Peter spoke at a million miles per second only to be cut off by the rest of your voicemail.

“Just kidding! This is Y/N Y/L/N ’s voicemail. Here’s the comes the beep, you know what to do!” His heart falls at the beep, but he quickly left a message and began his search.

Tell me what you came here for

‘cause I can’t, I can’t wait no more

I’m on the edge with no control

And I need, I need you to know

You to know, oh

After searching everywhere he could possibly think of, sending you multiple texts, and calling you several times, you finally answered. Luckily, his mode of transportation was a lot faster so he didn’t have to go through the never ending NYC traffic, so only about an hour had passed and the night was still young. He hadn’t expected you to answer which is why he had to do a double take when you did.

“Hello?”

“Hey, I know I’ve already left you seven messages, but I’m really worried about you-”

“Peter?”

“Y/N!” He couldn’t believe it was actually you instead of a prerecorded message.

“Wh-Where are you? What happened back there?! Are you-”

“Peter, calm down! I’m safe.”

“Oh good,” he let out a sigh of relief. “Where are you?”

“My place. On the roof.”

“What- That’s the first place I looked-”

“I just got here about ten minutes ago.”

“Wait then where were you- Nevermind that’s not important right now I’m on my way. See you soon, Y/N.”

“Okay, see you soon Peter.”

Almost immediately hanging up, your phone buzzes with a new text message.

Y/BF/N: Babe where’d you go?

It took him over an hour to realize that you were gone. That’s when the sadness hits you and you can’t hold the tears back anymore. After the initial shock of seeing him shamelessly flirt with the other girl, you had mostly been filled with anger. While Peter was looking all over the city of you, you had a little adventure of your own.

The first place you went was his apartment. Even though you were already upset, you wanted to confirm your suspicions, which they were once you had investigated. You had keys to each other’s apartments so you made use of yours. He cleaned up pretty well and you were so close to giving him the benefit of the doubt. Until you saw a shirt peeking out of the hamper.

Bright red marks on the light blue shirt caught your eye. A shirt that you got him for his birthday. That was enough evidence for you to do a sweep of his apartment, gathering your few belongings and shoving them into one of your bags that you had left there. You left the key to his apartment on the kitchen counter. You could have gone on a rampage and trashed his whole apartment, but you didn’t because you are a mature adult.

And like the mature adult that you are, you were on your way to his office next to set some traps. You decided to go back to your apartment first to drop off your stuff. Since you were already there you figured you might as well get changed; it’s hard to cathart in high heels and a gown. You crammed all his crap into a box and left it on your doorstep. You proceeded to go to the roof for a breather and that’s when Peter called.

Speaking of which, he came swinging onto the roof, in full Spider-suit.

“Is the suit really necessary?” you quipped.

“People might notice if they see me swinging around in a suit and bow tie,” he chuckled, taking his mask off. A smile briefly played at your lips as you thought about Peter swinging around the city all dressed up. “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“I think you’ve already figured it out.” He lowered his eyes to his hands that were fidgeting with the hem of his mask. “What are you doing here Peter?” That came out harsher than you had meant it to.

“What do you mean? I-I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He mustered up some courage and finally met your gaze. “Because I care about you- a lot.”

“I know that- I care about you a lot too. Why did you really come up here? Why did you chase after me?” It took you too damn long for you to realize that your best friend also harbored feelings for you. You knew why he chased after you; you wanted him to tell you.

“You’re one of my best friends- A-And I know you’re still in love with him but-” Scratch that, you couldn’t wait that long.

So you cut him off, “Runaway with me.”

“Wh-What?”

“Just for one night- I just- I need to get away right now.” A smile spread on your face as the wheels in your head started turning. “We can go on an adventure and we’ll be back for work Monday.”

He looked like he was weighing the options and was about to reject the idea until he saw how excited you were. “Okay.”

“Awesome,” you beamed at him. You grabbed his hand and led him back to your apartment where you packed a backpack and he changed out of his suit. “Wait-” You shoot him a mischievous smile. “There’s something I want to do first.”

Getting past security was easy enough when you’re on first-name basis with all the night staff, and have superior engineering skills to get passed locks and digital security. You didn’t trash his office, but you did make a few subtle changes. You started by changing the auto-correct on his tablet to replace certain words by their homonyms, reprogrammed the keyboard of his main computer so that the letters were all scrambled, then you had a more than willing Peter web nearly all his objects to their surfaces as well as the wheels of his chair, and topped it off by taping an air horn under his chair for a lovely morning call. You hadn’t felt that satisfied in a long time. Since you are, of course, a mature adult.

“I haven’t felt this accomplished since that time we somehow came up with more web-shooter combinations for your suit,” you laughed pulled him into a comforting hug. “Really, thank you,” you muffled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame. Just when you felt your nerves start to calm down, Peter pulled away sooner than you would have liked.

“Hold on,” he smiled at you reassuringly. “Now there’s something I need to take care of before we go. Stay here.” You raised an eyebrow, but didn’t object as he walked away with an impish grin.

While Peter started making a phone call, you checked your phone and opened your messages. You texted your close coworker/friend who was still at the gala to get his key to your apartment. You then opened your conversation with your boyfriend.

Y/N: We’re done. Leave the key with Andy.

Your thumb hovered over the send button. You hesitate; if you send this it’ll really be over. You exhaled the air you’d been holding in your lungs and pressed ‘send’. You felt a little ache in your heart because he hurt you and because even though you weren’t madly in love with him, after spending two years with someone you had come to care a lot about him. Your Ex-boyfriend now.

Just as you are about to call Peter to ask him where the hell he disappeared to, your phone buzzes with a text from him.

Peter: Come outside :)

Confused as ever, you tossed your phone into your backpack and walked out the front doors to see Peter standing by a motorcycle, holding one helmet in his hand and another on his head with the shield up. You saw his eyes crinkle as you approached him with a big smile on your face.

“Peter, what is this?”

“Called in a Stark favor,” he exulted as he placed the helmet over your head. “Come on, let’s go on an adventure.” You hopped on the motorcycle and wrapped your arms tightly around Peter’s torso. Being close to him like this made you feel so comfortable; it felt natural.

“Where to, Spider-boy?”

“Anywhere you want.” He turns the engine on and the vehicle rumbles to life, ready to take you on an adventure. “So where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere,” you say as you tighten your arms around him. “Before we go, Peter, there’s something I need you to know.” He hummed in response. “I was never in love with him.”

So baby come light me up, and maybe I’ll let you on it

A little bit dangerous, but baby that’s how I want it

A little less conversation, and a little more touch my body

'cause I’m so into you, into you, into you

You pulled into the parking lot after seeing the glowing sign of the “Honeymoon Inn” off the side of the highway. After getting your key to room five, you and Peter stopped at the little table outside the door to set the plastic bags filled with junkfood and alcohol you got from a convenience store on the way.

Peter cracks open a pack of gummies and popped some in his mouth. You remembered seeing an ice box around the corner, so you grab the bag that contained a bottle of cheap champagne, wine, and a few other items because drinking room temperature champagne is weird.

You had set the bag on top of the big metal box and were securing the bottles in the ice when you heard Peter call after you, “Hey, Y/N!” You turned around to see a gummy worm being launched at your face. You craned your neck back and almost fell into the open ice box to catch it. You grinned at him with the gummy half-hanging out of your mouth and did a victorious double fist in the air.

You held your arms out and motioned for him to toss you the bag which he did. You took out a worm and tossed it at him. Of course he caught it perfectly in his mouth. “Damn those spidey reflexes.”

He approached you with a proud grin as you chucked another worm which he caught again. You kept throwing them at him and he caught them every time until he was too close for you to throw them. “Okay, Okay. You’re going to make me sick!” he laughed with a mouthful of gummies. “Your turn.” He reached in the bag and held the candy up for you to take it.

“Nope.” You shook your head and stuck your tongue out.

He leaned in, placing one hand next to your head, trapping you between him and the ice box. “Come on, Y/N, I can’t be the only one getting a sugar rush here.” His sweet breath fanned over your face, and that’s when you realized exactly how close you were.

He would’ve closed the distance right there and then, but like the sweetheart Peter is, he didn’t want to cross any boundaries since you had just gotten out of a two year relationship. You looked back and forth between the candy and his lips. You knew that if something was going to happen right now, it would be up to you.

You felt like you had been waiting for this very moment to happen for far too long, and yet your head got in the way again. You didn’t want to mess anything up by rushing things, so you ducked under his arm and climbed on top of the ice box. You sat cross-legged with a triumphant smirk on your face.

He narrowed his eyes as if to challenge you. You reached into the bag and took out two cups. Knowing what you wanted and clearly not caring about the temperature of the beverage, Peter brought out one of the bottles you had just placed in the ice. He poured a cup and held it out to you, only to draw it back when you reached for it.

He smirked up at you, dangling the worm from his finger tips. You bit your lip to keep yourself from giggling at how adorable he looked. You leaned forward and snatched it between your teeth. He handed you your cup before pouring his own. You clinked cups before gulping half of it.

The two of you talked for a bit and refilled your cups enough times to finish the bottle of not-nearly-cold-enough champagne. You were still sat on top of the ice box whilst he leant on it. His chin rested on his arms and he looked up at you with those big brown eyes through his thick eye lashes.

There was one gummy worm left in the bag. You threw it at him, thinking you had caught him off guard but like every other time, he caught it. He grinned at you with the worm half-hanging out of his mouth as you had earlier. Your giggles slowly died down as you found yourself leaning towards him like you were being pulled by a magnet. Your eyes were naturally drawn to his lips; they were so close. You tore your focus away from his mouth to meet his eyes. His breath hitched when you nipped the end of the gummy. You kept your eyes trained on his as you slowly inched forward and bit off a piece so close that your lips brushed, but you didn’t pull back. His eyes sparkled in the flickering fluorescent lighting and the tension that built up was electrifying as your breaths mixed.

Fuck it; this was long overdue.

You let your eyes flutter shut and closed the rest of the distance. He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, molding his lips perfectly to yours. Despite all the tension and emotions that had built up for so long but were never said, the kiss was slow, passionate, and spoke louder than words ever could. That kiss was the first of many more. Especially that night.

Eventually, you had to pull away for air. You somehow managed to untangle your legs without kicking him in the face and rested your foreheads against his. “I want this,” you whispered so quietly that he probably wouldn’t have heard you if it weren’t for his super-hearing.

He placed his hands on your knees. “Me too,” he said right before attaching his lips back to yours.

Your hands went to his neck where your fingers played with the hair around the nape. He slid his hands up your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He pulled you off the cold metal surface and carefully lowered you back to the ground. It’s a good thing he was holding you tight, because your knees were wobbly from the overpowering sensation of his kisses. Well, that, and your legs fell asleep from being in a less-than-ideal position for so long.

Like Peter does, he can’t help but always have his brain on, and his mind was reeling with questions and insecurities. When you separated to catch your breaths, he couldn’t stop his nervous rambling. “Am I a rebound- Oh my god- I’m not a rebound am I?! Because-” You shut him up with another kiss that left him breathless.

“Definitely not,” you chuckled as his expression went from stunned and worried, to one that can only be described as pure bliss. “It’s always been you.”

Got everyone watchin’ us, so baby let’s keep this secret

A little bit scandalous, but baby don’t let them see it

A little less conversation and a, little more touch my body

'cause I’m so into you, into you, into you

You and Peter finished half the bottle of wine along with a few other bags of sweets between laughing and dancing around the area outside your room as well as chatting at the little table and by the Inn’s sign. When you finally made it inside your room, you set the remaining alcohol and snacks on a table by the window, which for some reason had a fishbowl on it.

You would describe the rest of the night as one big euphoric blur, yet you remember every single detail.

You played various card games, talked, and kissed. At some point you even spent about twenty minutes staring at the fish. You were both actually staring at the other through the glass bowl. Both of your clothing came of piece by piece throughout the night till you were only in your undergarments. Once that happened those didn’t stay on for too long either.

And that brings us back to the present; you sitting at the little table outside room 5 of the Honeymoon Inn, waiting for Peter Parker to wake up and join you after the best night of your life.

You’re snapped out of your trance by the sound of the door opening and closing. You turn your head to see a smiling sleepy Peter.

“I thought you ran out on me,” he chuckles, his voice an octave lower with sleep.

“Never.” He plants a quick kiss to your temple before taking a seat in the other chair. “I got breakfast.”

“You’re the best.” He shoots you a grin as he picks up a piece of toast.

After the food is finished, the two of you are left sipping your coffees in a comfortable silence. He reaches across the table and tugs on your hand to signal for you to come closer to him. As soon as you stand from your seat, he pulls you onto his lap. “I want every morning to be like this,” he says softly into your ear as he hugs your waist from behind.

“It can be.” You twist your neck so that you can see his face. Just as you’re registering how relaxed and serene he looks for the first time in a while, you know that he’s thinking of something.“What are you thinking of?”

“Nothing- Just-” He bows his head to press a feathery kiss to your bare shoulder. “I want to make you happy.”

“You already have.”

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