Can you do a drabble of either 3 or 5? ❤️
(I’ll do 5 separately since I got kinda carried away with this one lmao)
You and Peter had been hanging out all day in the park, eating from a picnic basket he had packed for the two of you. You couldn’t help but notice he had been checking his phone quite a bit in the time you had been together.
“Is Aunt May wondering where you are?” You asked after the third time he had checked it.
He looked at you, tightening his hold on your hand. “Nah, she helped me pack this, remember?”
You used the hand not holding his to grab a grape from the bag. “Oh, of course. I was wondering who cut the crusts off of the sandwiches like this.”
He scoffed. “That was actually my job, thank you very much.”
You smiled, pressing your head into his chest. “You know, whenever anyone asks me what I want in a man, I always mention that he has to be skilled at cutting the crusts off of a ham and cheese for me.”
He laughed, looking at you. “Are you serious?”
You elbowed him in the side. “No, but it’s nice to know you can do it.”
His phone buzzed again, and this time, he snorted while reading the text.
You tried to ignore it. “Are you up for a movie after this? That movie about the war vet and her dog is in theaters now.”
His phone buzzed again. You weren’t even sure if he was paying attention. “Tell Ned we’re on a date.”
He set the phone down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Sorry Y/N. Phone free zone from now on.”
You beamed with satisfaction, taking his hand and putting it in your lap. You brushed at his knuckles absentmindedly.
“You’re cute, you know that?”
“If you had said that to me a couple months ago, I would have probably passed out.” You told him.
“If you said that to me now, I’d pass out.” He offered, rubbing the palm of your hand with his thumb.
You felt the buzz of the phone on the towel you were sitting on, and you playfully glared at it. “Ned’s gotta stop with this.”
As you looked at it, you noticed something. You disconnected one of your hands from the tangle it had become and reached for the phone.
“Why are you texting my mom?” You asked, looking at him questioningly. “Oh my God, what? I’m so confused right now.”
He was blushing now. “I didn’t think you’d have to find out.”
You glanced at the text. “She’s sending you Facebook posts?” You didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry of embarrassment, thinking of everything she could have told him.
“She thinks they’re funny! We just talk sometimes.” You heard the smile in his voice grow. “Are you jealous?”
You looked at him disbelievingly. “Jealous that my mom and my boyfriend exchange Facebook memes?”
He shrugged. “It started out because she was recommending a haircut place for me and Aunt May to go to, and it spiraled from there. Face it. I’m your mom’s favorite.”
You laughed, kissing his cheek. “You nerd.”
“I just wanted to make sure your mom likes me!”
You waved the phone in the air. “I think she likes you a lot. She might like you more than I do!”
He winked at you. “I don’t think that’s true.”
You set the phone down. “We’ll discuss this more later, okay? I have to evaluate my thoughts on this one.”
He laughed at you again. “Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite member of your family.”
“Even better than my mom?”
He smiled, leaning in to kiss you. “Even more than your mom.”