SimplyShee

This is 3, here’s 1 & 2

Maybe your entire being was capable of defying gravity right now.

Your head felt all floaty and your boots seemed to be the only thing tethering you to the ground. Pure exhaustion might’ve also been a factor, though all of it would soon become irrelevant when you finally made it to your apartment.

You sighed with relief while trying to unlock the door but before you were even successful, it opened inward. Obviously, it was Simon, but unusually he stood there shirtless, his hair a mess and his eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him curiously, stepping past him, attention focused on your boots as you slipped them off.

He shut and locked the door behind you before taking your boots and placing them onto the shoe rack, shoulders still tense, “You’re late.”

“Oh,” you say teasingly, looking up and directly at him. “Didn’t know you were keeping track of when I got home.”

You were rather pleased to find out that even his chest flushed when he was flustered.

He dodged your eye contact, looking annoyed, “You said you’d be back by midnight and it’s two.”

His eyes were now back on yours and he looked less embarrassed and more frustrated as he continued, “Thought something might’ve happened to you.”

Sigh, why was he so adorable?

“I’m sorry for worrying you, swear I really didn’t mean to.” He looked so sincere you couldn’t help, but drop the teasing tone. “The guy I hitched a ride with stayed back to clean, so I had to too. Should’ve texted you but it totally slipped my mind.”

“Guy? Could’ve dropped you off and picked you up on time too,” he grumbled, looking even more upset.

A huff, “You’re not my chauffeur Simon, you don’t need to drive me everywhere, especially when you’re not planning to go.”

“ I like drivin-” his eyes suddenly narrowed while he paused, staring off at a spot on your neck. He pushed your hair aside and turned your head a little. “Is that a love bite?”

Both the question and the action shocked you a little. Simon never really initiated contact with you unless he had to, so now that he did, and despite how casual it was, it had your mind going more fuzzy.

“What? No,” you say quickly snapping out of it to hold the spot.

He just stares at you, arms now crossed.

That makes you giggle a little, “Simon, are you jealous?”

He rolls his eyes, turning around, grumbling about how it’s not his business anyway.

“Wait,” you grabbed his arm to stop him and he lets you. “It’s just a steam burn from when I was doing my hair. The guy isn’t even my type and I feel like I’ve made it fairly obvious that you are but you just don’t seem to get it.”

Simon is surprised by this and you blink up at him even more startled that you’d said it so outright.

“What?” he questions.

Now it was your turn to stare at him deadpanned, “What do you mean ‘what’? I’m practically always throwing myself at you. Hell even now I’m struggling to contain myself.”

“You're drunk.”

“Uhuh, like that negates that I’m speaking the truth,” an eyeroll,“ could always show you if you think I’m lying.”

It seems he finally believes you then or he maybe just wants to escape the conversation, because he pushes your face away(like really palm directly pushing against your face) and tells you to go shower and go to bed.

“Nope.”

“What?”

“I refuse.”

“You can’t refuse.”

“I can and I will… unless…”

A deep sigh from him, “What do you want?”

“Wanna sleep in your bed.”

“You’ve got your own bed.”

“But you’re not in it and I want to be close”

An exasperated groan.

“Don’t you want to sleep with me?” you say with feined innocence.

?!?!?!

“You know that’s not what I mean. Not that I’m against it though,” you continue despite his scandalized reaction.

He sighs, hand coming down to rub his face, “Fine, but really only sleep.”

“Yay!”

You rush off to go shower and change.

Afterwards, when his arms are wrapped around you, you’re content to have finally gotten into his bed.

Had to google what being drunk feels like but i don’t think i got it right. I also realized i have no idea how to write flirting/the development of a relationship so apologies if this is just too off/choppy cuz my imagination can only take me so far🥲✌🏾Thank you and good night💕

This is 2, here’s 1 & 3

Simon didn’t know what to do with himself.

Between the anything-but-PG scenes playing out on the TV and his roommate pressed up so close against him in next to nothing, he couldn’t help but feel hot all over. You were just so damn soft and you smelled so so good too.

Plus for some reason the couple on the screen just couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. If he hadn’t seen you click onto Netflix himself, he’dhave assumed this was just some porno with a really good budget.

He felt like a pervert for it all though. His roommate was simply being their usually friendly self, trying to involve him into their fun, and here he was acting like a young school boy, red spattered over his ears, cheeks and down his neck. Simon could only hope you didn’t notice.

You noticed.

And wondered whether the rest of him got this red too.

Earlier, you’d walked up to him in your ittiest bittiest shorts and a t shirt that only revealed them at the right times. It was an outfit intentionally chosen to stir a reaction. And while you indeed got a reaction, there was, as usual, no action.

Simon on the other hand thought he was doing well with being self aware. He was sure to make sure he didn’t misconstrue your innocent offer to watch a show and “just chill” as anything but that. He even did his best to keep his eyes at an appropriate level, refusing to look at your chest area though he was sure your tits were winking at him.

Good news is he at least kept his gaze on your face, bad news is it remained locked onto your lips while you spoke.

He really couldn’t help himself.

And by now you usually would’ve been amused while actively trying to make him more nervous, but instead your entire focus was on the screen when the male lead uttered probably the worst shit he ever could. You got angry enough to pause the show and just stare at it blankly, frustration very palpable as your lips pressed tight.

Simon, ever quick to notice your mood changes, started to pat you on your lower back where his hand had soon come to rest and now it was his turn to find you entertaining. You really were so adorable, even if you “unintentionally” tortured him.

Tbh the show I was thinking they’d be watching is Bridgerton. I was just tryna think of something i know is capable of making some ppl mad and others flustered within an episode.(I’ll never forget when I clicked on the first ep thinking ooh new pretty period drama and just saw man cheeks like 🥹✌🏾)It would’ve been love island but I haven’t watched it at all since im trying to cut back on frustrations caused by things that do not concern me. This part was written while I was less sleepy and I hope that 💩shows. Maybe it doesn’t cuz I’m pretty sure grammar is off in that first line but I give up. I’ve got another continuation in my head, I think. Seems much easier to come up with ideas/complete them when they’re smaller writings. Thank you for reading my unnecessary/unpunctuated thoughts as well🫶🏾

This is 1, here’s 2 & 3

You cursed your procrastinating spirit for landing you into this situation. Said situation being the huge and weird man circumstances had forced you into living with.

All ended up well enough though, since your new roommate, Simon, was very particular with neatness and also very very reliable.

It was nice to know that if something broke there was someone willing and available to fix it and also a welcome relief to realize you’d only ever have to worry about your own share of bills and chores.

He was also just plain nice despite being so quiet(and odd). Although he seemed to communicate in mainly grunts and deadpanned stares, he’d taken it upon himself to drive you to campus most days, cook for you whenever he could and he even awkwardly comforted you when he noticed you feeling particularly down.

Your only gripe with him, something you found endearingly frustrating, was his inability to take a hint.

You’d made so many a pointed remark about things you’d like to do to him and vice versa, but somehow all you’d ever receive in return was a dumbfounded stare as he tried to process what you meant. The fool would then somehow make the statements seem more innocent than originally intended and due to embarrassment you’d never correct him instead letting out a frustrated huff to which you’d get confused but placating pats.

At some point you thought that maybe he didn’t have a thick skull and this was just a polite way for him to turn you down. But the intense stares he’d direct at you at inadvertent times, but most especially in the mornings when his eyes would zero in on your cleavage or whatever else he could glean through the sets you favored as pjs showed that he was very much interested.

So all was well enough but not exactly perfect, because Simon Riley was too dense to see that all you wanted was to be in his bed.

Anyhow I lowkey didn’t edit this as much cuz nothing will get out at this rate. Abandoned way too many lil writings like these cuz I got mad over my words not wording. I’ve got a continuation for this sorta

She keeps acting like she’s hurt when I say I won’t exactly miss her much when I leave in August. Keeps acting like I’m gonna be so sad or atleast find it inconvenient that she’s not there. But it’s been many yrs now of me doing more 💩 for her than she does for me when she’s my mother. Only thing she does now for me is drive me abt(she is part of the reason I got my permit so late) and I don’t even go anywhere unless it’s school. Perpetually stuck at home unless she/the family is going somewhere and have to turn friends down.