Is It Me I'm Keeping You Safe From? (Peter YB x Reader) (CONTINUES!!!)

The becoming of a Stalker.

Slipping out of bed the following day, Y/N stretched, immediately slumping back down in a discontented mess. She felt almost emotionless, given now only thirteen days to pay her debt to that damn gang, cringing at the thought of even being scared in last night's situation, as if her life didn't hold much meaning to her anymore. All those people she passed in their clubs having fun, living their lives; living real lives. And what was she doing? Cowering at the hands of anyone willing to put a knife to her throat. She hadn't trusted the police since an incident involving her as a teenager, and she didn't want to admit to being a pushover.
Y/N groggily brought herself to the bathroom for the daily routine she could never stick to, If only there had been more people like that guy who saved her in the subway. Reminiscing on their brief encounter, she knew she had seen him last night in that shop she passed.
Y/N felt an exciting new childish spark inside, unable to put her finger on it as she collected her pieces of clothing strewn about the floor. However scared she was last night, she couldn't help but daydream extensively about the stranger she saw in the shop that had saved her. Wanting to believe he could again swoop in to her aid last night for a second time, despite only just being able to picture his face and body. She felt pleasantly overwhelmed revelling in this feeling, hoping she may pass him by at work. It was silly, really. He didn't know her, and neither did she, but she knew if she ran into him she would thank him profusely.
Gathering the necessary things for a complete work day, Y/N once again, mentally scolded herself for not concentrating on the important aspects of her situation. She had been threatened with a knife. She owed a debt. Possible life or death situation. Fantasy's of this caliber should be off the table. Y/N forced herself to focus, looking for the keys. She'd probably never see him again anyway...
Tying a last, ignored shoelace. The reality of owning a debt dawned on her as she left the apartment, seeing the same hall she had been threatened in.
She did not have the money. Her only option remained to keep working full days, giving them anything and everything she had, to survive.

"Are you leaving?" A familiar voice called through the apartment. Her roommate Lucy.
"You should really clean that up." Lucy pointed to the piles of clothing discarded on Y/N's bedroom floor, tilting her head for any further possible issues to be pointed out. Having never been told about Y/N's financial situation and frequent threats, Y/N ignored every instinct to tell her about the last two nights and the man that saved her, it really wasn't her burden to bear. Both her and Lucy knew that Y/N wasn't much of a talker, as Y/N offered her an awkward smile in response.
Nearly every other night, Lucy would leave the apartment to go to a night club, get high, get drunk, and bring a man home far past midnight, ruining Y/N's sleep schedule. Following this, came constant, unimaginable sounds, the likes of which no one would want to hear, fuelling Y/N's reoccurring hatred for what she assumed sex was always like.
Lucy would always wear the cheapest, sluttiest, tiny outfits you'd ever seen, despite having a chest, waist and height over double the size of Y/N's, undoubtedly worsening any of Y/N's repressed insecurities. Men would drool over her as untamed dogs and Lucy bathed in the attention.
And for the last couple of months now, Y/N had been paying Lucy's rent...
Despite all this, Y/N couldn't deny that Lucy was a good roommate and even perhaps a friend, she always wanted to help Y/N in some way but they would never have hung out like friends would really.
"Why don't you come with to the club tonight, Sweetie?" Lucy asked, with an unknowingly belittling choice of nickname in Y/N's eyes.
"Oh well, you know... It's not really for me." Y/N responded in a whisper, her hand on the door ready to leave.
"C'monnnn Y/N, I know what you need, you need a guy. I'm telling you, you'll never want to look glum again!" Lucy chuckled playfully. Y/N struggled to return the smile. It's not that she wanted to look 'glum' as Lucy put it, she just wasn't all that happy. Then again another unspoken fantasy of the same man from before possibly saving her a second time rolled into mind, and suddenly Y/N found herself genuinely considering it.
"OMG Y/N, you're turning red! Who is he, give me all the details!"
"Uh, sorry, ahah. Gotta run, bye!" Y/N took the opportunity to leave as fast as she could instead of embarrassing herself any further with the ridiculous thought of her possibly having a boyfriend. She hurried down the corridor hearing Lucy shout something excitedly and incoherently in her direction, avoiding the voice as best he could.