#stop rn

when you and Peter had originally started seeing each other, he told you about his line of work and what it would entail. as you two grew closer he began to open up about the stress of specific cases, but he never said a thing about the jigsaw cases. he didn’t want to get you involved and have you be a potential target. i mean, it had taken him so long to even say anything to you out of fear of getting you wrapped up in the case to begin with. he knew you were perfectly capable of protecting himself, but he just worries. to tell the truth, you can’t blame him. it’s a scary thing, being taken and being forced to go through such grueling games, but that’s the least of your worries. your current dilemma is your fiancé who’s sitting at the dinner table, a hand in his hair as he looked over newfound evidence on the infamous case. it’s not that you were angry, you were worried. you knew the case was important and you knew why he worked so hard, but it was taking a toll on him. Peter was a determined man, once he’s started something it’s almost impossible to get him to stop, but you were confident enough to try.

as you were finishing up your night routine you heard a sigh come from the kitchen, you let out one of your own as you exited the bathroom. you put on your house slippers on your way to Peter, mentally running through what you’d say. once you reached the table you were met with his hunched over back and scattered papers, it was somewhat depressing to see him like this. you approached him calmly, not wanting to alarm him if he had fallen asleep already. when the distance between you two was short enough you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple. you felt him tense when you first touched him, but he soon relaxed into your embrace. Peter smiled at the gesture, short but sweet. to return the affection he turned and placed a small peck on your lips, pulling away with a tired smile “hi, honey.” his voice sounded as tired as he looked, internally you cringed at this. it was incredibly disheartening to see such a strong man in such a disheveled state. “hi, dear. how long have you been working, hm?” you leaned impossibly further into him, mentally beckoning him to come rest. he sighed and shook his head, his hand finding it’s way back to his hair. “oh i don’t know at this point, sweetheart. a couple hours, maybe? i’ve lost track of time.” you chuckled softly at the last part, “yeah, i could tell” he let out a laugh of his own, mumbling a quiet ‘yeah yeah’ before grabbing another paper. you pulled the chair opposite of him, next to him so you could continue to persuade him into resting.., or begging him, rather. Peter shot you a curious glance as you fiddled with the chair that had gotten stuck on the flooring. “you know you’re not supposed to look at the evidence, right? i cant get you involved in this.” you finally got the chair in a perfect place, plopping down and turning to him with a huff. “who said i wanted to look at that?” he laughed at your response, turning his head to you once more “so you’re gonna stare at me the whole time?” you nodded with a cheeky smile, pulling your knees to your chest to get more comfortable. “mhm! why, can i not look at my fiancé anymore?” “now i never said that, but do what you want.” his tone was playful, but you could tell he wanted to get back to work, so you let him. while you looked at him, it felt like you had been captivated, but you were also jealous of his eyelashes at the same time.

after what had been almost two hours Peter stole a glance at you, noticing you were indeed staring at him the entire time. he chuckled before he spoke, his eyes still locked on the papers in-front of him. “really?” “mhm” “the whole time?” “yep.” now it was his turn to huff, he set down his paper and turned his full body to you as he held his arms out expectantly waiting for you to say something. he’s not stupid, he knows you want something, what it is is what he doesn’t know. you laugh at his dry sass before speaking “Peter, can you come to bed, please?” you shocked him with this, Peter had no clue what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. sure, he’d come to bed late sometimes but you always knew he was working, you never complained or felt upset, to his knowledge at least. he wonders if he’d done something to upset you, but in reality it’s the complete opposite. you weren’t upset at all, just concerned.

“you know, the beds big enough for both of us. you don’t have to be so surprised that i asked” you joked to fill the stagnant air, hoping you hadn’t upset him somehow. he let out a dry chuckle, “yeah, i know. sorry, baby. works been a lot lately.” he sighed, motioning you to hug him, which you wasted no time doing. you situated yourself on his lap as his arm snaked around your waist, the other coming up to play with your hair. your head found purchase in his neck, but before you nuzzled in you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. intimate moments like this weren’t rare between you two but they would be done with haste in public, Peter wasn’t ashamed, not in the slightest. he’d gladly have you on his arm wherever he went, but the risk was too great. both of you sat there for a moment, no words exchanged, little to no movement aside from Peter stroking your hair. the moment was serene, peaceful and perfect, so peaceful that you almost fell asleep right there in his lap, not that he would’ve complained. Peter took notice of your slowed breathing before his hand stilled stop your head “baby?” you let out a tired hum of acknowledgment, a quiet giggle leaving Peter’s lips at your grogginess. his hands lowered as he rose from the seat, the one previously laying at your waist was now holding you up, and the one in your hair came down to your back. you felt like a child as you wrapped your legs and arms around him, but you were too happy and sleepy to care.

Peter set you down on your shared bed gently, kissing your forehead before quickly readying himself for bed. you weren’t aware he was actually preparing to lay with you, expecting to feel him join you at an even later hour of the night. you sighed mentally, rolling over to face your nightstand as you wrapped your arms around yourself, desperate for some form of affection. before you could nod off, you were met with a pleasant surprise. you felt the bed sink behind you, turning over quickly to see your fiancé had decided to get some rest. a relieved smile crept onto your lips, shuffling over to find your place in his arms once more.

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THIS ONE WAS REALLY SHORT IM SO SORRY, BUT I THINK IT'S CUTE