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Seasonal

(aka the best friends to lovers fic that ate my soul)

Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: If anyone has any feedback, esp on the ending, that would be great

Warnings: Swearing/It’s really long? Might not make sense as a cohesive unit? Weirdly balanced sections? Is the brainchild of a week in which I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep?

Word Count: 3,692

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Autumn

You’re lying with your head at the foot of your bed, staring peaceably up at the glow in the dark stars you put on your ceiling when you were younger. The sound of rustling fabric comes from your phone, indicating Peter’s return on the other end of the line.

“So what’s the verdict? Is the old takeout in the back of the fridge actually too old?” you ask, lips tugging upwards into an amused smile, even though your best friend isn’t actually there to see it.

“Ugh,” Peter’s laugh comes through the speakerphone as a burst of static “Yeah definitely. I threw that shit out. I was worried it’d grow legs if I didn’t put it out of its misery”

“Wise decision, buddy. I’m pretty sure that Chow Mein was there like, a month ago, or something.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re right. Don’t know what I’m gonna do for dinner though,” He remarks, sighing. There’s a momentary lull in the conversation, but the silence is an easy one.

“You could come over and eat the old takeout from my fridge. Or even new takeout. Mum and Dad left money for dinner before they headed upstate for the weekend, so I’m feeling pizza,” you suggest idly.

“Have I ever told you you’re the best?” Peter asks gratefully, and you snicker.

“Not often enough. If I put a Dominos order in now, it should get here not long after you do. I assume you’re cool with my usual?”

“For sure. I mean, I’d probably eat anything, as long as I didn’t have to cook it myself.” He sounds sheepish and you supress a laugh, remembering a few of the highly memorable times Peter tried to cook.

“Yeah, you not cooking is probably best for like, the world at large, not to mention the sake of your kitchen and your own health.” You agree, reaching blindly over the end of your bed to pull out your laptop. “I’ll order drinks with the pizza and put on the Lord of the Rings.”

“You’re the best. I’ll see you soon”

You smile up at your ceiling, tracing nonsense patterns into your quilt cover with your fingertips. “I’ll see you soon, Peter.”

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