!! Don’t you love it when Parker does The Thing™️ where he stares at you with those eyes with his hand on his chin and listens to you ramble about whatever you’re passionate about and you say “oh! I’m sorry I’m probably boring you!!” And he just has this dopey smile and says “no, not at all” in this dream-like voice and just ah what a good boy,,!! Who loves you v much!!
asjdhicnj sTop this is adorable he has the prettiest face ever nd is so polite!!
he looks at you, with those big doe brown eyes, sparkling as always and his infinitesimal amount of astral freckles popping out due to the slight blush sprinkled into his cheeks and nose.
you’re telling him about your day, about how you bombed your algebra quiz and that you were quite nervous about telling your parents later that day – knowing they’d be disappointed in you. as you continue to go on, talking about how band practice went well and you got promoted to the first chair in the brass section – peter could listen to your pretty, seraphic voice anytime, anywhere. he loved hearing your laugh, seeing you smile. he loved you.
“but i told jamie that it would be a lot simpler if she just went down to clarinet 2 instead of one. the parts are much more complex and i know sh- oh, man i’m sorry. was i talking too much?” you fiddle with the ends of your hair, a slight blush now visible on the apples of your cheeks. you noticed peter had his chin in the palm of his hands, looking at you rather dreamily.
peter was sitting across from you on his bed, as he slowly inches closer and grabs both of your hands. “mmm..not even the slightest, you dork.” giggling softly, he rubs the palm of your hand with his thumb – he knew how relaxing you found it, so he did it quite often. “i-i like listening to you! it’s relaxing.” he said, quite shy that he just admitted that. but it was a hundred percent true — listening to you, it was like someone reading you a beautiful story from a novel; you sounded so passionate and gentle. he was so in love.
“really?” you inquired, tilting your head slightly. “i was rambling a bunch, i don’t know how that’s relaxing, pet-“ peter shushes you, moving closer to you as he cups your cheek gently, his legs dangling from the edge of his bed and lightly brushing against yours. if you weren’t blushing before, you were most definitely blushing now. and peter knew.
“i like you, of course, i love hearing you speak. you’re so cute and sound quite poetic to me.” he was quite surprised at how smoothly that went, and if he was by himself he would have done a little fist pump the air, but he’s cool.
giggling softly, you nod as you run your hands through his hair. peter tried to hold your hand but was defeated when he felt incredibly relaxed as your fingers massaged his scalp. peter could never be annoyed by you, no matter how hard he tried.
“i just brushed my hair.” he giggled in between his sigh and rested his head on your shoulder, kissing the visible freckles due to you wearing a tank top.
“and it’s still cute. you’re cute, pete.” you scrunched your nose, and peter lifts his head up, pecking your nose.
“mmm you’re cuter, dork,” he mumbles, too invested into your pretty face. so pretty, he thought. “my dork.”
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