#i love ex-boyfriend/ex-husband Simon lolll

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This video but with Simon lmao

Aka… ex-boyfriend Ghost showing you how fast he could get in helping you get back into your apartment that you accidentally locked yourself out of. Mostly inspired by it (reader also got a bit of a spicy temper in this one 👹)

“So… I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment…” You trailed off, holding your phone close to your ear, tapping your foot on the ground.

It was a simple mistake, you swore to it. Not that it would change Simon’s mind on the matter, at all. “You locked yourself out? You left without a key?” He responded, trying to get wind of the situation, aside from a hint of disbelief.

“I didn’t do it on purpose. It was a fucking accident. I forgot my key!” You retorted with a layer of sharpness to your voice.

You were met with a moment of silence from Simon’s end. You couldn’t blame him, though, it had been a hot minute since the two of you last spoke. But he did say to call him if you ever needed anything. You supposed you could consider him a friend, of sorts—regardless if the remnants of your past relationship was still in the air, as on and off as it was.

He sighed, grumbling something to himself before abruptly hanging up on you. It wasn’t exactly a direct answer, but you knew him well enough to know exactly what he was saying. Stay put, I’ll be there soon.

So you ‘did as told’, leaning right by the door of your flat. It was getting dark, and these weren’t exactly the best areas that Britain had to offer. Not that you weren’t confident you couldn’t defend yourself, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. And you were certain your guard was up to its fullest extent, your eyes casting glances here and there around the old corridors. Your ears perking up at the slightest bits of sound, your hand keeping a firm grip on your phone.

But nonetheless, your mind had started to wander. It had been so long since you had last seen Simon in person, months, actually. Almost a year, you estimated. You could say you somewhat missed him, just not the fighting every other day or the way he closed himself off to you. Though to be fair, you were a little pushy or confrontational in some ways, it might’ve done you some good to be a bit more patient with him.

“Love,” A deep, grumble of a voice reverberated just inches from your ear.

You practically jumped out of your skin, your reflexes instinctively kicking in as you forced your body to turn around in a matter of milliseconds. Your hands raised, just inches above your waistline, half-thrown into fists. Your eyes instantly met a wall of a man, the black fabric of his hoodie almost brushing against you.

Oh. Never-mind.

“Simon?” You practically growled out, your breathing hitched as you lifted your head up to meet his judging gaze. You groaned, crossing your arms in discontent. So much for being on high alert, damn soldier. For as big as he was, he was as quiet as a pea-sized mouse, which is something that you unfortunately never fully got used to.

Your ex-boyfriend simply stared at you, his hand hovering just an inch off the small of your back. His breathing was steady, a soft hum rumbling through his chest at the very sight of your face, regardless of the displeasure shown in your expression. “You know how easy it would’ve been for me to snatch you up?” His expression remained firm, though there was a hint of softness in his demeanor, if you squinted hard enough.

You could only roll your eyes. The man just got here, practically scared the absolute shit of you, and now he’s berating you? For what? Well, for not paying attention, of course, for leaving yourself vulnerable, for as many times as he had scolded you on that matter. The absolute nerve of this guy… “Oh, piss off,” You scoffed, your head held high.

Simon stepped out from behind you, moving the hand that basked in the warmth radiating off of your lower back to the cold abyss of his hoodie’s pocket. He paid no mind to your words, only huffing in response. It was a bluff, that he already knew—you wouldn’t have even said a damn thing to him if you didn’t need him here.

“And what do you plan on doing?” You asked him, your gaze turning to scan the lock on your door, and then back at your ex-boyfriend, “I’ve tried everything I could think of.” You shrugged, uncrossing your arms.

For a minute, he didn’t even bother to look at you, his eyes fixated on the cheap door that kept out everyone else but you. “Everything? Picking at the lock?” He questioned, his head turning to look at you, his expression remained unwavering for the most part. “Kicking in the door?”

“Yes, everything,” You responded, a hint of irritation in your voice, “Well, I didn’t kick at it, I don’t want to pay for damages.” You took a deep breath in and out, looking back at the damned door that kept you from getting into your flat, “Listen, if you can’t get at it, I’ll just call a–”

Boom!

The sound traveled through one ear and out the other, your breathing picked up in pace. Your eyes instinctively closed shut at the gust of wind that brushed against you. You stood still for a moment, hesitantly opening your eyes back up after a half second.

Simon’s foot gently re-planted itself back onto the ground, his head held high at the sight of your door creaking back and forth, clinging to the rusted hinges that held it up. He straightened his posture, chest puffing out, studying the small bits of your apartment’s interior that was newly visible. “Easy fix,” he casually said, his eyes moving to study the expression on your face.

You peaked inside, at least relieved you were no longer locked out, “Seriously, Simon?” You asked, looking back up at him.

He didn’t respond, instead gesturing to your apartment, waiting patiently. Are you going side or not? You could only shake your head, humming lowly. And with your head hanging low, you stepped inside, stopping the moment you reached the middle of the living room. You glanced around. Home sweet home, you supposed.

“My door,” You raised your brows and turned around, placing a hand on your hip, the other gesturing to your door that was still swinging back and forth.

The beast of a man stepped up to the doorway of your flat, placing his hands on the creaking wood, inspecting whatever damage he may of done. He rattled the door knob and lifted the door to scan its hinges, humming as he made his judgement. “Hinges are a bit loose, nothing I can’t take care of,” he finally responded, stepping through the doorway. You could swear his gaze softened at the sight of you standing so confidently in front of him.

You stayed silent for but a minute, turning to look at your kitchen, and then back at Simon. So what if he helped you get back into your apartment, and so what if he was so kindly offering to fix your door for you. And so what if he was your ex-boyfriend who you hadn’t spoken to in months before this…

You sighed, scratching the back of your neck before bringing your arms to your sides, “What do you want for dinner?” It was the least you could do in return, you reasoned.

Disclaimer: I am NOT idolizing this sort of behavior as shown in the video and we all know Simon would never seriously do something like this (unless you were in danger I’d imagine)! Just thought it was a silly writing idea 😂