Dont Eat The Candles, Bitch.

don’t eat the candles, bitch.

Seventeen Candles

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: about 1k

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, and infinity war spoilers (read at your own risk if you haven’t watched it yet)

Summary: You, MJ, and Ned celebrate Peter’s 17th birthday.

A/N: I hope Pete celebrated in the Soul World yesterday :’^) Also, thank you so much for 100 followers!

‘August 10, 2018,’ your phone read.

In all honesty, you just wanted to sleep until the late afternoon, stay in bed, and reminisce all day, but your body refused to rest after your eyes gazed at your harsh, bright screen for just second.

Your lock screen consisted of a picture of you and your three only best friends: MJ, Ned, and most importantly, Peter. All of you were in matching bright yellow decathlon blazers, squatting in front of the Washington Monument, and hands in a praising formation. You smiled, remembering how happy you were that day, disregarding the fact that soon after that picture, all of you would’ve plummeted to your death if it weren’t for Peter Spider-Man springing to action. Besides obviously Mr. Stark, you were the only person that knew about his alter-ego. You missed those times, and you kind of missed your friends as well. You haven’t left your bed all summer.

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