stalker reader x simon / i dont know if this has been done before but if it has creds to them
you saw simon while he was heading home from work, you were walking home from work, barely even registering the world around you as you played your music in your headphones. the sun was setting and was getting pretty dark. until him. you looked over. he was huge, a gargantuan of a man, in fully dark clothes but miltary, mask on his face. he walked with a misson and he was gone as quick as you saw him.
no shock you couldnt stop thinking about him, when you finally got back to your flat, doing the tedious tasks before you could settle into comfort. you opened your laptop and somehow you ended up on the local army base. hmm. nothing. you search all current records but nothing of a man that looks like him. maybe it was locked away, you looked for records of a few years earlier. nothing. secret little man. you did consider maybe he wasnt in the miltary but you definitely saw him in army uniform.
if he wasnt on the normal army records maybe the sas… definitely illegal to hack into those records and it definitely made you feel like penelope garcia but you did it. you scanned the photos, a masked figure. simon riley. bingo.
you read his file as if it would tell you everything, ‘6ft 4in, 38, 17/5/1987’. simon was older than you and taller, and as you scrolled down you got to his current address. a few streets away. well he was walking away from his house so does he have a girlfriend? the file didnt say anything, no wife nor spouse. the more you thought about it he seemed pretty mysterious.
sleep couldnt take over that night; or for the next few nights. three weeks went past of hopefully trying to see him on your walk home from work. carefully fixing your hair before you leave; twirling each individual peice to look nice. yet you didnt see him.
you took matter into your own hands it was almost eleven pm. you walked to his address, reassuring yourself that you werent a weirdo and this was completely normal just making sure he was alive right? god you were insane but also completely infatuated with the ideal of him. romanticising this man in your dreams and thoughts, he had to have something special for him to plague your mind like this.
you reached his block of flats, bottom floor. you walked at a distance from the windows seeing his living room, plain but a dog asleep on the sofa, german shepherd. that makes sense, he looks like he would own that type of dog. you walked further and got to the next window. his bedroom.
the curtains half heartedly shut, the tv illuminating the room, just the news playing as he slept, the sheets were low on his lap, himself naked. it was almost like he wanted you to see him vulnerable like this. why else would he leave his curtains open like that? every second you stood there, the deeper you fell, he was a disease that you were in love with him. you stood there for hours.
simon riley isnt a fool. the second night you returned he felt your presence, as you made your walk to leave he got up to look at you, catching your face. he does his own stalking and he finds that youre just an innocent little lady, office job, sweet as sugar. you wouldnt do anything to him, even if you tried hed win.
the third night he made sure he left his curtains open, tv as bright as possible, he even trimmed his chest hair, the blonde hair that ran over him was thick but he trimmed it down just for you. maybe you’ll notice, maybe you’ll get close enough to the window. the attention made simon giddy, someone as obsessive as he was obsessed over him? he didnt know who you were but he wanted to.
it got to the sixth night, you usually got there for one am, he stayed up a bit later this time, catching you. he acted as though he didnt see the way you sat in the bushes, snapping photos. he made a show for you, stripping his shirt alongside his trousers. if youre gonna sit and watch for two hours he might aswell make it worth your time.
the seventh night you werent there. dare simon say he missed you?
he did his own quick little search, your company had posted an employee of the month of you to instagram a few months ago which tagged your instagram. he then scrolled through it seeing a photo of you outside an apartment with the caption ‘new place!’ that was only a short walk from his.
his clothes were on quickly as he marched towards your flat. finding it quickly, he found you were also on the ground floor finding your bedroom. you were lay in bed with the sniffles. tissues scattering your bed, a film on the tv, and you with the cutest pink nose. oh the little stalker is ill!
he stared for a few moments as he noted your sleeping state, before his eyes flicked up to the wall beside your bed, a pinboard scattered with photos of him, ones from his friends social medias, his photo of him recieving his lieutenant badge that he didnt even realise was posted. you were really interested in him.
you stirred, rolling over, your eyes blinking and you saw him. neither of you reacted. a harsh eye contact between you two, neither of you wanted to break it first. it was almost four minutes before he broke eye contact and left. silence.
radio silence between the two of you, like there was any conversation in the first place.
three weeks later. you got a little post card slotted through your letterbox, usually they would be placed into the mailbox that was in the lobby of the block of flats but guess not. picking up the card it had a random image on it, the writing however was what intrested you most.
‘ready to stop playing games? simon x’
