different, it felt negative
pairing: bodyguard!simon “ghost” riley x singer!reader
summary: your bodyguard has to stop a para social fan that’s been following you all day from getting too close to you
you were currently sat on your couch, your guitar on your lap, strumming some chord progression. you had your journal opened next to you, writing lyrics for a new song. you wanted to kill some time before your bodyguard arrived to pick you up, and what better way to do that than to write new music!
be there in 5, fawn. - simon
you smiled at the text message from your bodyguard, eagerly typing a response.
sounds good, si! i’m ready now, so we can leave asap. can’t wait to spend the day with you! - you
cringing when you sent the message, seeing as you spend nearly every day with simon, you got up to slide on your shoes, placing your guitar on its stand. am i being too overbearing? you question yourself. you didn’t really know where you stood with your bodyguard after the events at the met gala, but you knew you were both interested.
m’ excited to spend tha’ day with ya too, sweetheart. m’ gonna knock on ya door when m’ arrive. - simon
your bodyguard was coming to pick you up to escort you on your errands for today, you both deciding he should drive instead of getting a driver, another way to avoid someone catching you two.
you had to keep whatever you two had going on a secret. your bodyguard was actively breaking his contract, and you didn’t want him to get fired if you were caught. simon was the best bodyguard anyone could ever ask for!
you wanted to go shopping, needing groceries for the week, and maybe spoil yourself with some new clothes. you also wanted to go to the gym later. when you told simon all this yesterday, he prepared his bag, packing his gym stuff, along with an extra water bottle for you, knowing you sometimes forget yours.
as you were zipping up your duffle bag, a couple knocks could be heard from your front door, “coming!” leaving your mouth as you walked over, bag now thrown over your shoulder.
your bodyguard’s muscular frame blocked the world from your view when you opened the door, his stature providing a shield from the blazing sun, stopping it from shining in your face.
“hi, si!” you excitedly say, wrapping your free arm around his neck, making him lean down towards you. simon responds, wrapping both his arms around your waist, standing up straight when he had a firm grip, causing your feet to be lifted off the ground.
he walks you both through your door, closing it behind him. he didn’t want to risk anyone seeing you like this! “how ya doin’, sweets?” he starts kissing your cheek through his balaclava.
giggles escape you, “i’m good! been writing music while waiting for you.” “happy to hear ya been creatin’,” he says as you return the cheek kisses.
he sets you down, grabbing your bag from your shoulder, “let m’ get this for ya.” “thank you.”
he uses his other hand, reaching it out to caress your face, “ya look so beautiful.”
your body was short circuiting, still not believing the man you’ve been crushing on for over two years has been feeling the same way. you lean into his hand, loving the euphoria his physical touches were giving you.
“m’ little fawn like being rubbed? hmm?” he teases, watching how you nuzzled into him. nodding your head, a small smile making its way to your face, “mhmm, yes, sir. feels nice.”
he moves to kiss your forehead, hand simultaneously wrapping around your waist, “hate to stop ya bliss, but we got a busy day, yeah? should get to movin’,” his accent was thick, “besides, tha’ fasta’ we get done with errands, tha’ fasta’ we can get back to here.”
he didn’t have to tell you twice. after hearing that, you grabbed his hand, pulling him out your door, not worried about locking it. your bodyguard had to use his strength to stop you in your tracks so he could lock your door with his spare key, so eager for touchin’, he smirks to himself.
he opens his truck door for you, helping you get inside like he always does. you’ve been in simon’s truck a handful of times, but it’s been a few months since you were last in it. having a driver was nice because you could sit beside him without an annoying console between you. you did enjoy when he drove you though, thinking he looks very hot while doing so.
once you were comfortably seated, he reached over you, grabbing your seatbelt. he buckles you in, making sure you’re tightly secured, another thing he’s always done, then squeezes your thigh, “been a minute since ya been in m’ truck, huh?” your hand moves on top of his, “i was just thinking the same thing, si. i wanna drive around with you more!”
“can definitely work somethin’ out. miss seein’ ya look all pretty in tha’ passenger seat,” he’s kneeding your thigh now, goosebumps traveling around your body.
with a final squeeze he closes your door, opening the door to the backseat, placing your duffle bag beside his. while he makes his way over to the driver’s door, you lean over the console, reaching to open the door for him. your bodyguard opened every single door you’ve ever encountered, literally, and you wanted to return the favor!
he grabs the door, stepping in, “oh sweetheart, thank ya so much, but ya don’ needa worry bout’ doin’ tha’,” he responded, but inside, it made his heart melt. shit, you were so fucking sweet. simon’s never met anyone like you. you were just so caring towards the man.
you answer, “i like helping you, si,” as you watch him shut the door, turning on the ignition next, “i want to help you like you help me.”
he puts the truck in reverse, placing his hand on your headrest as he turned to look out the back window, his bicep bulging out his shirt. he knew exactly what he was doing, your mouth salivating at the sight.
“thank ya, fawn. what’d i do to meet an angel like ya?” he starts driving the truck, large hand rested on your thigh now, leaving your headrest.
you smiled to yourself, leaning against his arm as he drove you to the grocery store.
your bodyguard was pushing the cart for you as you dropped another item into it, marking it off your grocery list. a lousy hoodie and shades covered your features, trying to mask your identity.
as you were going to reach for simon’s arm so he could lead you to the next section, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
you turned around, seeing a man smiling widely at you, “you’re y/n, aren’t ya!” he starts, “i’m your biggest fan! been keeping up with you for years!” his volume was starting to increase, you awkwardly smiling, i hope he doesn’t attract anyone else over.
“yep, haha, that’s me. it’s nice to meet you,” you reply. “my name’s matt! can i have a photo with you?” he asks, already holding his phone up. “yes, of course,” you say, putting one arm around his shoulders, the other hand holding up a piece sign. you mentally sighed seeing it was a video instead of a photo, he was probably recording the entire interaction.
after a few seconds, you pull your arm back, “i have to get back to shopping now,” he lowers the phone, “but, i really appreciate you, matt.”
with a final wave you turned back to your bodyguard, him leading you towards the frozen aisle.
while you were checking out your groceries, simon watching over you, you couldn’t help but to feel like someone, besides simon, was watching you. being you’re a famous pop star, you felt like this often, but something about this feeling was different, it felt negative.
after you paid, your bodyguard grabbed every single bag for you, walking behind you as you pushed the cart back to the rack. “stay in front of me, fawn,” he tells you, following you to his truck.
you opened the back door so he could set all the groceries inside. he got you in next, repeating his seatbelt routine.
when he got in, he quickly turned on the truck, driving away. once you were out the parking lot he told you, “tha’ dumb fuck was followin’ ya all around tha’ store. was takin’ videos of ya and all,” his accent was sharp, voice deep.
you turn to him, letting him finish, “wanted to smack tha’ phone right out his hand when i saw him recordin’ ya at checkout.” so your feeling was right. “hell, m’ wanted to kill him,” his fists were gripping the wheel now, knuckles turning white. you sometimes forget the man was an ex-trained lieutenant who was sent on missions to kill people before being your bodyguard.
“know it’s betta’ to not cause a scene though, fawn. m’ sorry. tha’s’ why m’ kept ya in front of me when leavin’. didn’ wan’ the bloke to get anything else of ya,” he tells you, trying to calm down, “sorry for not tellin’ ya sooner. wanted to get ya somewhere safe and didn’ wan’ to freak ya out.”
he was so damn pissed at the fucker. it’s one thing to take a photo or two, but to follow you around the store? especially after telling him you needed to get back to your shopping, he was fuming. you weren’t a zoo animal living for other people’s entertainment.
“you did nothing wrong, si,” you start, hand moving to his arm, “really appreciate you protecting me. honestly, i had a weird hunch someone was watching me, so i’m happy you blocked me from his view. no need to apologize,” you were rubbing soothing circles on his tatted bicep. “always, sweets.”
your bodyguard was holding both your duffle bags in his hand while his other was on your waist, short conversation happening between the two of you while he leads you towards the gym. you weren’t really in the mood for splurge shopping anymore, so you decided to drop your groceries off at your home, then head to the gym.
once he’s checked you both in, you make your way to the locker rooms, changing into your workout clothes. he finishes before you, waiting for you outside the women’s locker room.
you smile at him when you walk out, spinning around to show him your new gear. “tha’ color looks amazing on ya,” he compliments.
you’re running on the treadmill while your bodyguard is at the weights, bench pressing god knows how much weight, when you notice someone stepping on the treadmill beside you. you mind your business, focusing on the music in your headphones, trying to finish your last mile.
you looked over at the person when your cool down started, seeing they were already looking at you. something about their presence felt familiar.
the awkward eye contact forced you to turn away, stopping your cool down early. you turned off the machine, scurrying over to your bodyguard, thinking, that was a little creepy, haha.
“finish ya miles?” he asked when he saw you arrive out the corner of his eye, laying down while doing his reps. “yeah i did. i’m ready to go when you’re finished with your workout,” you say, choosing not to mention the strange interaction you had. you were probably just scaring yourself, but the man seemed so familiar.
you sat down, chugging the water that simon, thankfully, brought for you. you always forget yours!
he places the weight bar on the rack, “jus’ finished now,” he sits up. you don’t know how it’s possible for someone to lift so much weight. you both rack the weights, going to change back into your regular clothes in the locker rooms, leaving the gym afterwards.
your bodyguard’s driving you to dinner now, knowing you both need to eat after working out.
you found a place on your phone while waiting in traffic, showing simon the menu whenever the car stopped.
he asked the hostess for a booth in the back corner, the usual, so he could watch the area, you already knowing to slide into the seat facing the wall, so he could have the side facing the restaurant. you wanted to sit next to him, but knew it was too risky.
dinner was great, laughs being heard from your table. for people who were trying to keep attention off of them, you were being quite loud, onlookers often turning to look in your direction.
just after the server returned the paid bill, your bodyguard leaving a 50% tip, signing the check, someone approached the booth. looking up, you gasped, realizing it was the man from the treadmill at the gym earlier, no fucking way.
“how can you not remember me?!” the man starts, your eyes widening. “e-excuse me?” you reply, caught off guard.
“i’m matt from earlier! you said it was nice to meet me! you said you appreciated me!” you didn’t know what to say, the man continuing his rambling, “i-i love you, y/n!” he slams his hand on the table, causing you to jump.
your bodyguard hurries out his seat, immediately pushing the crazy fan back, standing in front of you, “tha’s’ enough. stay tha fuck back.” matt stumbled a little trying to keep himself from falling, catching himself on another customer’s table.
“what the fuck, man? she’s the bitch for forgetting about me. i’ve spent years of my life following her, loving her. all for-,” he’s yelling now, “all for this bullshit treatment from her,” he frustratedly throws his hands up.
you could only cover your mouth, not knowing what to say. you’ve never dealt with someone this para social with you, let alone heard someone say anything remotely like this to you. this was a stranger! you couldn’t even remember his name. you didn’t owe him anything.
you reached for your bodyguard’s hand, him helping you slide out the seat, keeping you behind him. your bodyguards growls out, “another fuckin’ word and m’ beatin’ the shit outta’ ya. yer lucky she wouldn’t wan’ me to do that though, so we’re leavin’.”
before you could walk away with simon, he squeezed your hand reassuringly before dropping it, walking over to the para social fuck. you watched as your bodyguard grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, leaning into his ear, “if m’ eva’ see ya again, it’s not gonna’ be too pretty. consider this ya first and only warning. don’ come around us anyfuckin’more,” with that he dropped the man’s collar, making him stumble again.
he stared down at the man, making sure his dominance was asserted, before turning his back to him, walking back over to you.
he noticed the tears starting in your eyes, quickly walking you out the restaurant back to his truck, his hand going up to shield your face. he knew people were filming the dramatic interaction, not wanting them to also record your tears.
“fawn, m’ so sorry,” he’s letting you sob into his arms while you both sat in the front seat of his truck, “know that was a lot to deal with. he’s a weirdo, hon’. ya don’ owe him anythin’.”
“s-si! it was so scary! i saw him a-at the gym earlier too, but didn’t recognize him,” you cried out. “you saw him at the gym?” simon questions, rubbing your back. he feels you nod your head, his anger only rising. yeah, he should’ve fucking killed him in the restaurant.
“didn’t say anything to you because i didn’t know it was the same person from the store! i’m sorry, si!” he stops you, “none of this is yer fault, sweetheart. don’ ever apologize for anything like this. blokes like him deserve to be in jail for stalkin’ ya. watchin’ ya like yer some kinda tourist attraction.” you only cried more.
once he got you calmed down, he drove you back home, seeing it was already getting late.
he carried your bag inside for you, seeing how you were still upset from the para social interaction. he knows this really shook you up.
“si?” you call for him, “you can say no if you don’t want to, but could you please stay with me tonight?” you were fiddling with your hoodie, “that guy really, really scared me.” you were avoiding any eye contact, “m’ scared he followed us to my home.”
he frowned, reaching for you, “of course, hon.’ was gonna’ ask ya if ya wanted me to stay,” he confessed. he hated how you always had to deal with weird, shitty people, hating how you always blamed yourself for it even more. just because you chose a public career, it doesn’t mean your life gets to be public too, and he’ll remind you that every time you seem to forget.
next thing you know, you were curled up in your bed, your bodyguard holding your body close to his. you didn’t know how long it was going to take you to recover from this scary situation, but knowing your bodyguard was there to protect you, kick started the process.
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