qvo. friend. my fav. we both know who i’m gonna ask.
can i pretty pretty please have some peter stone fluff?🥺
“i think i’m in love with you.”
peter’s voice shows no hint of slurring, no sign of exhaustion. he just looks at you, eyes wide and earnest, and says it. plain, easy.
but you can’t help your little laugh, reaching for his hand. squeezing it.
“well, it’s a good thing we’re married, then, huh?”
his eyes go wide. light up with childlike wonder. “we’re married!” like he’s just realizing it himself. “god, how’d i get so lucky?”
you glance at the nurse, who’s smirking to herself as she shakes her head, puts something into the computer. “how long will he be like this?” you ask her, and she chuckles.
“just until the anesthesia wears off.”
peter’s jaw works. he looks around the room, eyes narrowed, before turning to see you once more. his eyes get wide, and he leans to you, lowered voice.
“oh... i think i’m in love with you.”
on a long car ride! send me a ship or a character and a situation and i’ll write a drabble.