#that’s stalker iv vibes (but less sewer dweller charlie kelly core)

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wait ok so consider stalker IV following you around while you're starting a new job in a new city and he's watching and making sure no one on earth gets near you, and when some guy does... and oh okay just

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It was cold, dark, and I was desperate for some chicken lo mein. I had found a decent place, on the edge of the city after two weeks of experiments with random takeout joints. The bag was too hot, plastic handles knotted together and I was nearly jogging back to my apartment. I could feel eyes on me. They were ever present, had been since I'd moved here. I'd grown used to the feeling of an intense gaze on the back of my neck.

But now, there were footsteps. Close. Too close. I paused, listening to see if they were still following me. They were. I began to attempt to cross the street. The footsteps followed. My palms grew slick against the steaming bag of food. I didn't dare glance backwards. I hadn't thought the eyes were a real person, just the transition from a small town to a city. Under the din, I could make it out now - there were two sets of footsteps right behind me. No, no, no, this cannot be happening to me. I slid past a dark alley and that was when I heard a new noise. Feet, dragging. Muffled yelling, as though a palm was pressed to a mouth. It sounded as though someone had grabbed someone else and shoved them into the alley or something.

I turned around. A man, broad back to me, had another man pinned against the alley wall. The pinned man was a greasy, lanky looking creep with dead eyes. Definitely someone who would follow unsuspecting people around.

"Hey, c'mon man, I didn't know she was yours," the guy wheezed out. The other guy, the attacker, jammed a brutal fist into the creep's stomach. Pain burst across the creep's features. His mouth opened, the attacker jerked his arm again, and blood trickled out of his mouth. Holy shit, he just stabbed that guy!

"You'll never make that mistake again," the guy growled, before lowering the creep to the ground. He turned, kind of awkward, on his knees and looked up at me. Dark blue eyes pinned me in place. A mask obscured most of his face. He cocked his head. I heard him swallow.

"Did I do good?"

KKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTEEEEEEEE

he’s coming home with me. we’re sharing the chicken lo mein because a good boy indeed.

@moonchild-in-blue ARE YOU SEEING THIS?????

more thoughts below because i’m feeling it today✨

he’s not wild about my sketchy apartment complex, he’s seen enough dirtbags go through that door to feel uneasy leaving me by myself. who’s to say one of them won’t get any ideas down in the laundry room?

“how are you feeling?” he asked worriedly.

“a little shaken, i won’t lie. but i’m lucky you were there,”

his chest surged with pride, the weight of his knife in his pocket a reminder of the lengths he would go to for his darling.

“i would never let anyone else hurt you.”

i wasn’t sure if it was the shock from the earlier encounter or the protective glint in his eyes, but against my better judgement…

“would you… would you stay with me? just for tonight?”

iv slept on the side of the bed closest to the door, a warm, protective arm pressing my back against his chest. i couldn’t deny that i slept easier with him beside me, living alone in the city had been a bit nerve-wracking.

maybe that was why i didn’t say anything when i saw him waiting for me after work with an outstretched hand.

“ready to go home?”

it has been a ✨day✨ and you sent this when i was on my second drink so you get tipsy em word vomit <3