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PAPA GENE'S BLUES ⋆ peter tork

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𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨    tv-verse peter tork

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Perhaps Peter was cursed.

It seemed like the only logical explanation.

When it came to love, it was no secret that Peter Tork tended to struggle. And after getting nowhere with a gorgeous debutante, he felt the world was against him. He was a musician for crying out loud! Not a world famous one, but the boys had had a couple of solid jobs in recent weeks. The sandy haired boy was the perfect catch (or at least that's what his mother would say).

He'd come home after said gigs and watch his bandmates swagger off to meet with girls. And in all honesty, it was starting to get to him. So, Peter lay on the couch with his eyes trained on the ceiling. He traced the cracks in attempt to put his wandering mind at ease.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

Pete glanced at it and debated just ignoring whoever it could be. All he wanted to do in that moment was mope in peace. A beat of silenced passed before the knocking returned.

Unwilling to move from his spot on the couch, Peter shouted, "Come in!"

(Maybe it was a serial killer come to put him out of his misery. Wouldn't be his worst Saturday evening.)

"Hiya, Pete! I got this new record and—"

Y/N. Neighbor a couple houses down. Completely breathtaking. He'd recognize that voice anywhere.

She stopped mid-spiel when she noticed his dejected figure. Her curious eyes came into view as she stood over the blonde boy. Peter scanned her face and felt a smile itch at the corner of his mouth.

"You okay there?" Y/N's gentle voice broke the silence. He thought over the question for a few seconds, eyebrows furrowing.

"No, I don't think so."

Frowning, the girl sat on the floor beside the couch. The Peter Tork she'd come to know was all sunshine, so what happened?

She tilted her head to the side and kept her eyes on his face. The setting sunlight from the big window illuminated his skin and showed off his freckles. His eyebrows were drawn together and his lips fell into a soft pout. Her heart sank for her crestfallen friend.

"Wanna talk about it?"

And then the flood gates opened.

Peter rambled on and on about his troubles and how he felt. In all the time that he laid explaining his woes, Y/N sat and listened. She took in every word with sympathetic eyes. Somehow her hand had found his; she gave a gentle squeeze when he took a pause. Without looking away from the ceiling or hesitating, Peter squeezed back. He felt 10 pounds lighter after talking to the girl. She was an excellent listener.

Silence encompassed the duo once more. Y/N uttered unsurely, "Well, if it's any consolation, Peter," she gazed at their connected hands, "I love you."

The boy nearly jumped out of his skin. His head whipped to her so fast, one would think he'd develop whiplash. She loved him? Y/N loved his fumbles and faults? His silly long hair and mix-matched socks? He couldn't believe his ears.

"You do?"

She snickered softly, "Of course I do... I think I always have."

The world felt like it had exploded with color. His heart raced in his chest and all words melted away from his brain. Peter became hyperaware of their intertwined hands and her starry eyes.

"Is... that okay?" Suddenly apprehensive, she pulled her hand away and toyed with her shirt. Peter, now recognizing his own lack of response, sprung up from the couch. He sank to floor beside Y/N and swallowed hard. His mouth felt like it had filled with cotton.

"That's perfect! You're perfect!"

They shared relieved laughter and grasp each other's hands tighter than before. As the giggling subsided, they were left staring at one another with adoring grins. Taking her fluttering eyelashes as a sign, Peter began to lean in.

As the two were about to touch lips, they bumped noses. More giggles filled the room and they snuggled closer.

Peter cupped her cheek tenderly, "I love you, too, by the way."

Y/N blissfully sighed into his touch and pressed a soft peck to his palm, "I know... now kiss me."

Peter had no more than he did before, but now he had all that he needed. For he loved Y/N and he knew she loved him.