summary: it's peters birthday and you both happened to be hopeless romantics when it came to each other.

word count: 581, at this point it should just be a blurb book.

warnings: uh, mentions of penis parker. OH slight endgame spoiler? or is it infinity war? NO FFH SPOILERS YOURE ALL GOOD TO GO

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You loved celebrating your boyfriends birthday. Despite the constant teasing when he would call himself your elder, (even though you were only a few months apart) and you loved the way he would light up when you walked over to the table, your hands carefully holding the plate that carried his cake. He loved your recipe and despite many attempts on getting it, you never told him that you'd put in a few drops of vanilla extract into the batter.

Peter sat at the table, wearing the ridiculous birthday hat that you also wore. It was just you two in your shared apartment. The two of you sharing in the moment. The second the plate hit the table, your hand was in his. He pulled you down gently, placing a soft kiss to her cheek.

No matter how many times he did it, your heart would still skip a beat and he could still manage to make you blush so hard you swore you'd be bright red. You placed a kiss to his forehead. You rested your forehead against his temple as you sat down next to him.

"Happy birthday, Peter, I love you," You whispered in his ear. He looked to you as you moved away slightly. Your noses about to touch. A smile grew on his face and he pressed a small kiss to your lips. Your face flushing as your hand rested on his shoulder to steady yourself. It was a small kiss that left you a little giddy.

You and Peter started dating at sixteen and he still managed to give you butterflies like you were still at Aunt Mays apartment in Queens. You managed yourself to blink, bringing you out of the memories as you pressed a kiss to his crooked nose and turned to the candles, smiling at the numbers.

"My baby is twenty two now? Wack," You jokes, making Peter chuckle as you scooted your chair next to his, allowing him to wrap an arm loosely around your waist. You thoroughly enjoyed the way he would draw shapes into your hips.

"You know that joke died with our generation?" Peter asked and you rolled your eyes, glancing to him, a smirk on your face.

"We best vines dead body, I'll beat this one too," You told him, he only laughed some more, holding you tighter as you slid the cake forward for him, the now lit candles were ready.

Peter didn't hesitate to blow them.

"Should I ask?" You asked, pulling the candles out, licking the icing off before setting it on the napkins you had previously had out.

"It was more so to get the candles out of the cake," Peter smiled, you rolled your eyes, knowing what cheesy thing he was going to say, "I got everything I need right here."

"Do you now?" You asked, looking around, "where's Ned? I don't see him? I think the wish failed, honey."

Peter pulled you in right, blowing raspberries on your neck, making you laugh as the pointy hat scratched at your hair. You tried squirming back to your seat but of course he would let go that easily. He eventually stopped, but he didn't let go, and quite frankly, you'd be upset if he did.

"I love you," Peter finally spoke as you looked down at his dopey grin.

"I love you more, Penis Parker," you snorted, he only laughed and pressed another kiss to your lips, the cake was long forgotten now.