The One You Trust (YB Peter x Reader)

Chapter 1

Peter was annoyed and proud at the same time. He stalked your social media, taking any picture you had and placing them in different areas. Eventually, he'd matched your apartment building, and even the floor you lived on. This allowed him to follow you home after your first date, and climb the fire escape to your floor while you slept. However, you were anxious, and you told him that you didn't trust people very well. This all meant he'd have to move slow with you, which he was okay with doing. So long as you were happy with him he didn't care. But this also meant that your windows were locked around the apartment, and unless he had a key to the door, he wouldn't be able to get in.

Your roomate was currently there as well, screwing someone loudly in the room next door to yours. He was angered by this. Surely it was making your sleep a little less restful, and he disliked even thinking about that. You deserved a good night of fucking sleep, not being forced to listen to porn audios while you tried. Regardless, he'd try the roomates bedroom tomorrow night instead, hopefully the woman wasn't home then.

Instead he sat at what he assumed was your bedroom window. The shades were drawn, so he couldn't see in, but that was the only place they were drawn. He came to his correct conclusion that here, where his hand was longingly touching the glass, was where you let yourself be most vulnerable. He smiled.

You did so much work to care for your safety. Whenever he was following you, you kept looking over your shoulder. Had he not been across the street and blended into the crowd, you'd have caught him several times. You were cautious, diligent, and he was so proud of you for that. Although, he wanted take that stress off of you when he was around. Couldn't you see? As long as he was around, you didn't have to be so cautious. He was here to help you, care for you, and protect you from whatever and whoever was a danger.

He'd work as hard as he could to get you to see that, for as long as it took. You were too precious in this world, and he'd kill anyone that threatened to hurt you. If only he could make you feel as safe as you were around him...

He didn't remember falling asleep outside, nor did he realize where he was when he heard you frantically rush to get ready. His imagination ran wild when he realized you were changing despite not even being able to see a silhouette through the window shade. He was once again proud but annoyed. At least if anyone else had view of the window, the couldn't see your beautiful frame without your knowledge. If he had seen it would've been different. He was your guardian angel now, who only wanted to protect you. All of you. So what's the harm in him seeing?

He was most surprised by how fucking bright the sun was, and it hadn't even woken him from his dreams of you. He yawned quietly, flinching at how loudly you'd slammed your bedroom door shut. Whatever time it was, you must be late for work. He stood up and stretched, regretting falling sleep there. The metal was not a comfy place to sit for a little bit, let alone for at least seven hours.

He watched as you frantically got into your car, and decided that you'd be okay getting to work. After all, you were driving, so the chance of something happening to you was very slim, and you knew how to drive pretty well. As much as he wanted to watch you at work, he had to meet you for a lunch date in a couple hours. Leaving him to get ready and clean himself up before finally hearing your voice, and having your attention nearly focused on him.

The thought of you letting your guard down was enough to send him into a dream-like daze as he drove himself home. He couldn't wait to hold you in his arms, tightly squeeze you until all your worries went away. He couldn't wait to hear you speak openly and without care about anything and everything under the sun. He wanted to know you, the real you. The you that you kept hidden under lock and key from the world because you didn't feel safe around anyone. God, he just wanted you...