Part 1

Context: You're being stalked. You've ducked into a dive bar to seek help and find an intimidating man nursing a martini. You just hope he can help.

Setting: Your apartment

Tags:[MM4A][Strangers to Lovers?][Intimidating Delinquent Speaker][Cop Speaker][Scared Listener][Stalker][Comfort][Protective][Flirting][Kisses][Clicking]['Soulmates'][Pretend Relationship][Staying Over][Intimidating]to[Wholesome/Sweet][CW: Mentions of Stalking/Violence]

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[P] = Paul the police officer

All unmarked text is Miguel, your goth protector

[Scene opens back in your apartment]

[SFX: Breakfast being made]

[The stranger that escorted you home last night stirs with a grunt]

“Guhh, Chester, stop biting my ankle, I’m done petting you…”

[SFX: An evil meow]

[Pause <3]

[He blinks a few times then smiles easily as he sees you]

“Well, morning, there. I don’t know what you’re cooking, but it smells amazing.”

[Pause!]

[He sits up, pauses, looks down, then laughs]

“Oh man, breakfast sounds so g-... Uh… OK, so, this is awkward, but could you hand me my plate, pretty please?”

[Pause?]

[He laughs a little]

“Hey! Guys can’t help it! Besides, I’m doing my best to make sure you still feel safe around me…”

[His smile turns more gentle than playful]

“...I hope I’m still doing an OK job?”

[Pause <3]

[He snorts and eats his breakfast happily. His upper torso is coated in tattoos]

“Nomph, man… You know how to do breakfast, sweetheart. Pancakes, bacon, and these eggs, oh man…”

[Pause…]

“Hm? Oh, you were expecting a gallon of milk to be delivered? Well, I can wait for it if you want to grab a shower in the interim. We still need to go and make that police report, and the boys will know me the second they see by gruff, goth ass stomping in.”

[Pause <3]

[He laughs again]

“Relax, me and Chester here got it. He’s tolerating me for the time being, eh, buddy?”

[SFX: Purring]

[Pause <3]

“Hehe, yeah, I looked at his collar. He kept biting my foot any time I’d stop petting him and would try and get some rest! Evil old fart!”

[SFX: An evil meow]

“Pfft, yeah, yeah. Grumpy old fart of a cat… I take back what I said about my cat-taming aura.”

[Pause]

[You jump and nearly let out a yelp as you hear a loud:]

[SFX: THUNK]

[In an instant, he’s in front of you, holding out an arm protectively]

“What was that?! Get behind me, sweetheart… Whatever that was, it sounded like something hitting the front door…”

[...]

[He moves forward carefully and opens the door carefully]

[SFX: Footsteps / the door opening carefully]

[He lets out a groan]

“Jesus… Fucker stabbed a knife in the door with a note…”

[...Pause?]

“I’m not reading what it says. Call the police, I’ll take some pics.”

[You do as he asks, completely in shock]

[SFX: Pics being taken]

“Fucking Hell… What kind of maniac goes out of his way to do something like this? Well, uh, he dropped the milk off… Once the cops examine it, I’ll throw it in the bin for you, hon. Oh, er, I should probably also have more on than boxers, eh?”

[Pause]

[He chuckles and hurriedly dresses]

“Hey, I’m pretending to be your boyfriend, right? If I were really your boyfriend, I’d run out to fistfight any threat to protect you, boxers or no boxers. Plus it’s nice to know I’m giving you something nice to look at, hehe.”

[...]

[He rests a gentle hand on your shoulder and guides you to the couch]

“...Here, sit down on the couch, OK? Wrap the blanket around you… It’s gonna be OK, alright, beautiful?”

[...Pause]

“I’m not going anywhere until I know you and ol’ Chester here are going to be alright. Unless you ask me to leave then, you know… Gotta respect boundaries. But, regardless… This creep knows where you live. He’s making violent threats… I’ve met his kind before, and the idea of leaving you alone makes me nervous.”

[P-Pause]

[He eases and sits next to you]

“Oh, hon, no… Don’t apologize. Hanging out with you has been more fun than I’ve had in a long time. You’re a cool, chill person that doesn’t deserve this. You deserve pancakes with a nice, cold glass of milk and a quiet morning to watch cartoons.”

[Pause <3]

[You exchange shaky smiles, not really able to look away from each other. You’re not sure who leans in first, you or him… but someone does, and your lips briefly meet]

“...Mmh…”

[Pause <3]

[SFX: Heavy knocking]

[You both jump back from each other as heavy knocking echoes throughout your apartment]

[P] “Police!”

[Your friend groans and quickly tugs his shirt on]

“One second!”

[SFX: Footsteps and a door opening]

[Your new friend hurries over and opens the door. The officer perks an eyebrow]

[P] “Miguel? You’re the one that called in about this?”

[It occurs to you that you never even asked his name]

“Aye, hey Paul. I, uh… I’m sure you can see the knife and the note embedded in my partner’s door here…”

[The officer glances at it]

[P] “Bit hard to miss, aye. This another case of stalking you’ve decided to vigilante for, Ramirez? We had a talk about that last time…”

[Pause]

“Look, you know I don’t get involved unless it looks really bad, and I definitely never pretend to be someone’s partner… This guy stabbed a knife in the door, Paul. You need to see if there are any security cameras for the building or… Well, I’m not gonna tell you how to do your job.”

[P, grumbling] “Mmhm…”

[Pause]

“You heard them… They want this guy investigated. I’ll forward you the initial pics I took, and we’re not so sure he didn’t mess with their groceries. I’ll hang around… I don’t trust this, and I especially don’t trust anyone that could write… ‘that’.”

[Pause???]

“Nothing, sweetie! I mean-, fuck, sorry… You really don’t need to worry about it, OK?”

[P, concerned] “I dunno, Miguel… ‘I’m going to cut out those beautiful eyes so you can only look at me’ might be worth worrying over.”

[...]

“...You’re a real dick sometimes, you know that, Paul?”

[P] “Apologies. I’ll take down a report and I’ll collect these things as evidence. Miguel, don’t go getting your damned self too involved, alright? I know you want to help, but you could get another record if you interfere too much.”

“Yeah, well… Worth the risk.”

[He smiles gently your way and you think you smile back]

[P, with a sigh] “Whatever you say. You two may want to relocate to your place for a bit, Miguel…”

[...]

“Hey, it’s no trouble, sweetheart. Why don’t you grab Chester’s carrier and we’ll relocate for a bit. Grab anything you need short term.”

[You stand shakily and start gathering the important things, trying not to look at the note stuck in your front door]

[...]

[Miguel puts a hand on your shoulder and some of the tension eases. He smiles down at you]

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, OK? I’m here… I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re safe.”

[Pause <3]

[Despite yourself, you do feel better with him around. At least… a little bit]

[To be continued?]