my mind is corrupted i know but stalker x stalker trope (in fictional settings) is kinda !!!

you’re stalking simon, discreetly taking pictures and shadowing him during his run. you bugged his bag so that you can listen to his clamour at home. you learned his type and remade yourself to fit the bill. you have a wall full of his pictures, and a drawer that’s filled with some of his sweaters or shirts that you were able to snag when you did your scoping out while he was away…

simon having been your stalker longer than you were his. he’s bugged your shoes and your jacket the first time around; then bugged your phone when he’s finally got you gravitating around him. he learned that you like men like him so it was easy to stage the way he ran into you “by accident.” he’s got photos of you that he took secretly, but he also has copies of your IDs and licenses. he has the address of your apartment, your school, and your workplace saved. he’s got a list of your friends; got an extra one of your exes. he’s also got a list of people who seemed to be interested in you and if he poked around and threatened to them to back off, well, you’ll never know.