Stalker!Dave x reader: Your Guardian Angel

David Strider grimaced at the dirty sidewalk as he scuffed down the path homeward bound. The neon lights illuminated the night of the big city. Dave’s feet wandered through the Texas town, returning from a run to the grocery store. The stuffed plastic bags scraped against his legs and swished to the rhythm of his stride. He was grumpy.
“Stupid Bro… forgetting to get the groceries and making me get ‘em at god knows what time of night…” He growled lowly as he kicked a random pebble.  The night was bustling, as is the norm for the boy’s hometown cars sped by and the occasional drunken chatter of late night club-goers could be heard, but nothing else was of particular auditory note. Dave personally enjoyed the unconventional music of the city. He closed his eyes as he listened to the sounds. Enjoying the lull thoroughly Dave nearly screamed in surprise when a harsh noise broke the rhythm. A girl yelled from the ally-way opposite him. His shades (which yes he even wears at night, he is a Strider after all) quickly focused on the scene.
“Come ON (y/n).” A troll growled into the face of a young woman, who was pressed against the side of the brick ally-way by the troll’s stick arms. She cringed at the quickly closing space in-between the two. She tried to stop the troll by pressing her hands against his chest and attempting to push him away.
“E-Eridan I said no… I-I don’t want to be your Kismisis okay? Just let me-!” The girl was cut off by the now obviously pissed off troll.
“Shut the hell up swweetie. You KNOWW I wwon’t take no for an answwer!”  The troll sneered once again slamming the girl against the wall. Dave gritted his teeth. His limbs moved instinctively leaving the bewildered groceries on the ground. The Strider’s fist connected with the jawline of the jerk.
“HEY! MAN! YOU BETTER LEAVE THIS GIRL ALONE. SHE SAID NO ALRIGHT?!” Dave spat at the troll who was on the ground, trying to regain his bearings. The troll glared up at the human. His hair was slicked back with a lock of purple sticking up in the front. He adjusted his scarf and walked out of the ally giving the girl a snooty stare, laced with loathing. Dave shook his head and sighed, taking the hand of the girl. His eyes focused and his heart stopped. Due to the distance and lighting he had not yet seen the girl properly until this moment. His mouth went dry. Love at first sight, how ironic.
A few inches below him a stunningly beautiful girl stood with a bewildered grin. Her (h/c) hair fell (h/l) stunningly framing a face with rounded features and flawless lips. Her figure was JUST visible through her baggy (f/c) sweater over kaki shorts, sporting black converse. Her hair captured a tad of yellow neon light, as did the rest of her body, giving her a sort of saintly glow. Dave blinked trying to get ahold of himself. She spoke.
“Hah, sorry about getting you into this… I, uhm, thanks for helping me.” She nervously scratched the back of her head, glancing to the side. Dave fumbled to flip on the Strider charm.
“No problem, I walk around savin’ damsels all the time. It’s like a freaking hobby of mine. I get constant knocks on my door with guys askin’ me to save their girls and there are so many I have to turn some of those poor saps down. They are like ‘you man but you are so cool and I want my girl back with me’ and I’m all like listen. I don’t have time oozing out of my ass like you dorks I actually got places to be.” Dave laughed. The girl stared blankly at him but soon returned the smile with a giggle.
“I’m not sure I get what you mean but thanks again I guess. You came in the nick of time, that could have gotten really bad.” (y/n) nodded, affirming herself. Dave’s eyes would not leave her, but (y/n) could not see that beyond the glasses. Her flawless (e/c) orbs could not see beyond the glass. Her face brightened suddenly, a giddy expression rising. “Hey have you ever heard of a Guardian Angel?”
Dave had not, but he did not want the lovely girl to know that. “Yeah. But just so my perfect memory is refreshed could you define it again? Sometimes its busy on more important things like figuring out the meaning of life to concern itself with remembering fantasy concepts. I’m mother fuckin’ grounded in this reality thing. I don’t got time for stupid kiddy things.” Dave scoffed. The girl smiled taking that as a no.
“Well they are heaven sent people who watch over people and save them from trouble. They are always saving the person and only show themselves when their mortal is in danger.” She tapped her cheek in contemplation. “It seems you were my Guardian Angel today. Saving me from… that ordeal.”  Dave’s cheeks grew bright red, he scuffed his shoe on the pavement.
“Whatever, no dig fuckin’ deal. Like I said earlier I do this all the time. I should get paid.” Dave rocked on his heels. The girl held out her hand.
“Yeah. Well thanks again, I need to go home, but maybe I will see you again someday.” Dave shook the soft hand, holding back his urges to pull her into a kiss. As she walked away she waved to the Strider. “By the way my name is (y/n) if you didn’t catch fish-dick sayin’ it earlier.”
“My name’s Dave.”
“Cool. Catch ya later!” She smiled, popping ear-buds in her ears and dashing out of sight. Dave stood there completely blown away. He was her guardian angel? Well, if that was what she wanted he would become her angel. He quickly grabbed his groceries and sped home, heart beating in excitement from his new purpose.

He would never leave her side.

~~~~~~~~~~~~time-skip from author beat-boxing with Dirk~~~~~~~~~~~

Day: 1095

Dave circled the day on the calendar. Exactly three years since he became the guardian of the fair (y/n). Since then he had successfully protected (y/n) from the dangers of the world even if she did not know it. He had a grin plastered on his face as he sipped another swig of apple juice. Today he would maintain his perfect record by going about his regular routine, and by that he meant (y/n)’s routine. He dawned his disguise for today: a brown wig, clean dress shirt and jeans. His eyes glided to the boxes of random assorted contacts he had stolen from Dirk’s cosplay collection (temporarily, he didn’t want to be caught by the man, that would be hell) and he pushed a set of blue ones to cover his brilliant red orbs. He grinned at his fake self for today.
“Bye Bro.” He called, absconding from the house before his brother took notice of his get-up. He had kept it a secret from the protective for this long and he did not want to break the perfect run. His feet traveled down the stairs at a hurried pace. He checked his phone. “7:00…” he mumbled. He had thirty minutes to get to the café before she did. The Texan city had not changed at all, bustling and lively as ever. Dave grinned brightly as he passed all the people that, like him, called this place his home. A few girls giggled and waved to him, it seemed as though even the multiple disguises didn’t stop his good looks from showing. Girls had fawned on him for all his life, Dave waved to the young girls with a slight twinge of pity, too bad he could never love them. He only loved, served and protected (y/n). He was her guardian angel after all. For the past three years he had protected the girl diligently. Once stopping her from walking into a busy street while distracted, beat up anyone who crossed her, and at some points pushing an umbrella, money and other items in her purse when he knew she would need it (when she wasn’t looking of course). As it turned out the girl was very forgetful and accident prone, making his  constant looming presence necessary. He walked across the park and finally found himself at the café.
“’Mornin’.” He said as he opened the glass door. His now blue eyes grazed over the usual crowd. This café seemed to frequently gain and harbor a lot of regulars, so when Dave began to come there every day no one seemed to notice. Besides they could not really tell he came there every day since he changed disguises frequently during the week. He ordered a black coffee with cream and sat in an armchair that faced (y/n)’s usual seat. He mused to himself as he waited for his master to arrive.
“She said to her friend she would meet her other friend here this morning. I wonder what this… Rossie? Yeah what this Rossie guy is like.” He murmured to himself. No one was listening so he felt free to voice his thoughts. Dave prepared himself for what was about to happen next. “Alright if this guy is trouble just take him out once the time is right and avoid speaking to her or doing it in front of her at all costs. But if its necessary then I wont hesitate.” He ran over the rules of guardian angel-ship in his head when the door jingled open.
“Oh yeah, I know man, such a pain right?” The heavenly call penetrated the ear of the servant man. It took all his being not to run to (y/n) when she walked through the door. Her figure swayed over to the counter. She wore a (f/c) sundress today; it made her look exceptionally good. Dave quickly opened the newspaper he had brought along; peering over the top edge of the parchment he eyed her companion. It was a troll, though he could not really tell the gender. Dave’s eyes widened when he saw the Troll hold up a notebook with letters written neatly upon it in response to (y/n)’s question.
‘Yeah that guy is really annoying… Everyone in our class is. We are the only cool ones.’ The troll smiled.
“Ha yeah!” (y/n) giggled prodding the short troll in the nose. “We are the cool kids, all those popular kids are just posers.” She bounced over to her favorite booth. She motioned to the mute troll to sit opposite of her. The troll nodded in agreement and carefully sat herself down, she watched to make sure her horns didn’t hit anything (they are like a shorter version of Tav’s horns). (y/n) continued to speak. “Yeah… Things at school have gotten better since Eridan transferred. He isn’t bothering me anymore about quadrant filling.” The troll held up her notebook.
‘I wonder why he transferred… Did he tell you?’
“No, I hadn’t seen him since the day before he sent a letter to the school saying he was transferring and I’ve heard nothing since. I heard someone beat him up so bad he couldn’t walk.” Dave’s ears perked up at the sound of his work being mentioned. He laughed quietly. He remembered when he beat that chump up a year ago. He had made the mistake of twisting (y/n)’s arm. She ran away and that’s when Dave had emerged from behind the corner of the school building. Eridan at first denied doing anything to her, but Dave had seen everything and knew better. His fists pelted the troll with all the hatred of a thousand tortured souls. Dave delivered the appropriate heavenly judgment on the man; it was his own fault he could not walk afterwards. The small troll sighed exasperatedly.
‘I understand the guy was a jerk, but, was beating him up really necessary?’
“I don’t know. I personally don’t care what happened to that guy. He kept pestering me and grabbing m. I’m glad he left.” (y/n) ran her (s/c) fingers through her (h/l) hair. Her and her friend continued to converse about other things. The troll remained silent and offered smiles along with her written responses. (y/n) laughed along and sipped her (inset café drink of choice). Her eyes began to wander around the room curiously. Her eyes trained on Dave’s newspaper. Dave began to sweat behind the parchment. He wanted desperately to reveal himself and remind her of the three-year anniversary of his beginning of service, alas that was against the rules. Much to his surprise, (and the troll’s) for the first time, the girl approached him. Her smile was almost scalding to his eyes as his unnatural ones met hers. She pointed at the newspaper after she had walked over to his side. Her mouth began to weave words. “Hey do I know you? You come here often don’t you?” Dave Strider, the notorious ladies man was speechless. “I recognize your face, you are always reading a newspaper and order black coffee. But you always change your hairstyle and eye color though.” Her face scrunched up and then suddenly brightened as if she made a Nobel Prize worthy discovery. “OHHH I get it you are a cosplayer!” Dave blinked.
“Uhm, sure. Yeah. Yeah I cosplay all the time its like a hobby, no, its like a part of who I am. People swoon at my cosplays whenever I’m at cons. The amount of people swooning over me and asking for pic’s is ridiculous.” He blubbered. She couldn’t know he followed her around all day every day or who he was! Even if it meant lying… That was not the code of a guardian angel.
“That’s pretty cool,” (y/n) laughed and then motioned over to the café table occupied by her mute friend. “Do you want to sit with us? The more company the better.” Dave cringed and bit into his lip. He brushed back his hair and prepared to refuse, but he could not. He sauntered over to the open seat and folded his newspaper, sipping his coffee again. He could not refuse her offer, even if it meant breaking the code.

Because the guardian angel had fallen in love with his fair mortal.