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onemuseleft · 3 years

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I am having a weird sad night and can't find the kiss ask list, can I get some jake/marco fake dating kiss in public?

*hugs* I hope your night is going better!

Also this came out more fake married than fake dating, I hope that’s okay!

Fake dating Kiss, Jake/Marco

About an hour into the charade, Marco was forced to the realization that if this was going to happen, he was going to have to do it.

“Your spouse is very quiet,” the Ambassador said, waggling one of her tentacles in Jake’s general direction. “Is he upset?”

Marco flashed a smile, though he wasn’t sure if it would come across quite as reassuring to a seven and a half foot-tall being with transparent - and, glittery? Sparkly? - purple flesh and multiple tentacles. Body language was a crap shoot in situations like this. “Oh no, he’s fine,” he said. “Jake’s just a quiet guy.”

The ambassador made a kind of… wibbling sound that made their whole body vibrate. Marco thought it might mean they understood. “Humans place great value on the stoic nature of their leaders. I understand.”

Marco wasn’t sure if that was good or bad, but one thing was sure: of all the couples in the room, he and Jake were the only ones who weren’t cuddling, kissing, hugging or at least standing with their arms around each other. It made sense the Ambassador had noticed. He gave the Ambassador and their spouse - a slightly rounder, slightly more red transparent orb - a bright grin and made his excuses to slip away as soon as he could.

He caught Jake at the bar and threw an arm around his shoulders, plastering himself against Jake’s side. “You’re so bad at this,” he said.

Jake didn’t even flinch when Marco grabbed him which - since Marco had seen Jake once toss a guy over his shoulder for touching him unexpectedly - meant either Jake had seen him coming, or Jake knew it was Marco just from the touch.

The first one was pretty likely. Jake tended to be hyper aware in situations like this, where they were surrounded by unfamiliar faces and high-profile targets (like they weren’t high profile targets themselves) and he would have been keeping an eye on his six, and probably on Marco’s as well.

The second one kind of made his stomach do flippy floppy things that Marco was pretty sure shouldn’t happen when he thought about his probably straight best friend who had never once so much as batted an eyelash in Marco’s direction.

Jake turned his head a little so at least he was facing Marco’s direction. “Sorry. I thought maybe if I wandered off to get a drink it wouldn’t look so awkward, but…”

The holiday they were ostensibly celebrating was an alien one. Marco had skimmed the reports they’d been given in the briefing, but honestly hadn’t retained much besides “epic romeo-and-juliet-style romance from a hundred years ago ended the equivalent of a nuclear war and now the planet places a huge emphasis on romantic love and incorporates it into all their political and social policies to the point where they won’t negotiate with a non-married being.” It was phenomenally stupid in his opinion. Were there no asexuals on their world? People who weren’t comfortable with PDAs? Introverts? People who liked being alone for a while? So far none of these guys had split up long enough to go to the bathroom. It was weird. “Maybe they don’t need to use bathrooms,” he said.

Jake let that one pass, used to how Marco’s train of thought went after all these years. “Please tell me we can leave soon.”

“Sorry, buddy. We’ve barely been here an hour.” The party was supposed to last until dawn, as the fabled lovers had apparently ended the war with the break of a new day, and Marco was painfully aware of how far away that was. “What’s got you so wound up?”

Jake hunched his shoulders a little, then sighed and straightened up. “It just feels weird,” he said.

There was clearly more to it than that, but Jake was stubbornly silent. Marco cocked his head, eyes locked on Jake’s face. “What, the relationship thing? I know you don’t give a shit if people think you’re gay.”

“Not that.” Jake took a deep sip of his drink, which looked an awful lot like a plain coke. At least Marco didn’t smell any rum in it. Jake wasn’t a lush, but he wasn’t a teetotaller either. If he was going sober for this it meant either he thought they were in danger - which, while more or less the defaults of their lives since that night in the construction site, was a very low risk at the moment - or he thought he needed to be in control of himself.

“Wait, is it me?” Marco almost pulled away, but remembered their cover at the last moment. “Jake, hey, wait. Are you weirded out that I’m touching you?” He was suddenly, intensely, aware of his arm around Jake’s shoulders, how close they were standing, the fact that his mouth was just inches from Jake’s. They’d stood like this before, probably a hundred times - Marco had always been touchy and Jake had never seemed to mind.

But there was the whole “prentending to be married thing” now, maybe that was making it weird? Or.

Or there was the whole “Marco was more than half in love with his best friend and maybe Jake had finally noticed and didn’t like the idea that Marco was taking liberties” thing.

Panic bubbled up in his gut, pushing up his throat until he almost choked on it. Shit. If he’d been making Jake uncomfortable - he’d thought he’d been doing okay hiding it, but considering Rachel, Tobias, Ax, his father, and at least two different reporters had called him on it recently he might need to re-evaluate his standards of “okay.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Jake said. He made a face at Marco, apparently seeing more in his expression than Marco intended. That was always the problem with trying to hide something from your best friend. They knew you too damn well. Marco hadn’t been able to get away with anything during the war, either. “You’ve literally held my intestines in with your bare hands. We’ve shared beds since we were three, why the hell would I mind you holding my hand.”

It was an excellent point, but did nothing to explain what was going on in his head. “So tell me what’s wrong.” Marco glanced around, then tugged Jake away from the bar, toward a window along one wall. He positioned them so no one in the room could clearly see their faces, then leaned into Jake’s personal space.

Jake’s arm came up around his waist, tugging him in closer, turning them just a little so he was between Marco and the window - overprotective bastard. Marco didn’t bother calling him on it. “If something’s wrong we can bail early. This is just a diplomatic thing, no one’s going to get hurt if we take off.”

“No.” Jake gave the room a once-over, then focused his gaze solidly in the direction of Marco’s left ear.

The panic was back, pulsing in Marco’s chest. Jake wasn’t even looking him in the eye now? “Tell me,” he said in a low voice so it wouldn’t carry.

Jake sighed and pulled back, just a little, letting go of Marco’s waist. The sudden absence of touch felt strange and left Marco feeling cold. “I don’t want to get into it here,” Jake said, and me met Marco’s gaze suddenly. There was something there, something afraid, that Marco hadn’t seen aimed at him since… ever.

Jake wasn’t afraid for him - he’d seen that a thousand times during the war. But he was afraid of Marco. Right then, at that moment, he was afraid of what Marco was going to say or do if he kept talking.

Marco’s hand jerked with the sudden urge to pull away. He forced himself to be still. To stop, and not feed into whatever bullshit was going through Jake’s head. Because something had to be going on - they’d been friends for twenty years and Jake had never acted like this, not when he broke up with Cassie or got back with Cassie or broke up with Cassie again, or had to execute war criminals or give the order to abandon his own family. Jake had never not looked him in the eye.

“I need a drink,” Jake muttered under his breath and like a freight train, it all made sense.

Jake hadn’t flinched when Marco touched him - not once all evening, had even leaned into it a few times. But he wasn’t touching Marco back - and when he was, he stopped. Like the arm he had just removed from Marco’s waist.

Jake wasn’t drinking because he wanted to stay in control of his own actions.

“You’re weirded out about touching me?” Marco asked, fighting to keep his voice low. “Jake what the hell? That intestines and bed sharing thing goes both ways, you know.”

Jake snorted and almost spit out the Coke he’d just swallowed. “Jesus, Marco, do you listen to yourself? Intestines and bed sharing. God.” He took another sip of Coke and sighed. “Look, can we talk about this later? After all this,” he waved his drink in the general direction of the rest of the room, “is all over?”

It was probably a put-off. Marco figured the odds that Jake would conveniently forget all about this as soon as they got home and had a good night’s sleep between them and all of this were better than even.

But Marco also wasn’t going to bully him into doing something that made him uncomfortable. They’d all had enough of being forced into uncomfortable situations by the time they were in high school to last the rest of their lives. “Yeah, okay. Hey.” He caught Jake’s eye. “We’re good, right? You and me?”

His heart was beating hard enough that the entire room could probably hear it.

But Jake just scrunched his face up. “Of course we are.”

“Okay.” Marco gripped the back of Jake’s neck and squeezed a little, holding on for just a second. “So you and me, we’re gonna go get a real drink and we’re gonna nurse the shit out of it in a dark corner somewhere and take off the second the horizon turns pink. Plan?”

Jake swallowed, hard, then nodded, just a little. “Plan.”

Marco let go of his neck and reached up to tousle his hair. “God, you’re gonna give me an ulcer always worrying about you.”

Jake blushed, cheeks pink. “You worry too much,” he said. “I told you everything is fine.”

“Liar,” Marco said, but cheerfully. He ruffled Jake’s hair again, not quite a noogie but he made sure the intention was there.

Jake closed his eyes and leaned into Marco’s touch, just for a second.

Jake stiffened and pulled away, eyes cutting past Marco’s shoulder, and that fear was back in them. “I’m gonna go get a refill. What do you want to drink?”

Marco’s hand hung in the air for an instant before he let it drop to his side. “Jake.”

“Yeah, I know, anything but red wine. Give me a minute, I’ll just-” Jake stepped back, ready to beat a hasty retreat, but Marco snagged him by the wrist and yanked him to a stop.

“Jake,” Marco said again. “Are - are you as fucking stupid as I think you are?”

Jake’s eyes snapped up to meet his. “Hey!” He stilled as he seemed to see something in Marco’s eyes - Marco wasn’t sure what, but honestly at this point he’d settle for anything as long as he didn’t see Jake look afraid of him ever again. “Marco?”

“Such a fucking idiot,” Marco said. He curled a hand in the front of Jake’s shirt and yanked him down.

The kiss was a little messy, a little unpracticed, and Jake stiffened up so much that Marco thought for a moment that he’d misjudged and ruined everything.

But then Jake relaxed into the kiss and his arms came up around Marco’s back, pulling him closer.

Marco’s pulse was pounding in his throat, behind his eyes, so hard he thought he’d pass out. When Jake broke the kiss, Marco kept his eyes closed, and waited to see if he’d ruined everything.

Jake pressed a kiss against the shell of Marco’s ear. “If I’m an idiot for never saying anything,” he said, “then what does that make you?”

“The one smart enough to figure it out, obviously,” Marco said.

Jake didn’t stop laughing at him even when Marco pulled him down into another kiss.

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svtscutie · 4 years

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The Dating Form: #22

warnings: slight sexual themes (I’M SORRY DON’T KILL ME)

___ Y/N's POV ___________________________

"You don't want to come with us?" Dokyeom asks, holding my hand, swinging it around. He's always got so much energy. How??

Also, I think this means it's not Dokyeom who's my date. Same with Hao and Jun, and thank god for that, it'd make being friends with them super awkward. So it's either Chan, Soonyoung or some random person.

"As much as I'd love to play arcade games, I got to wait for my date here, apparently I'm meant to meet them at this very spot" I say and he laughs.

"Aw okay, next time, but I'm sure the arcade will be more fun than your date" he says and I laugh.

"I hope not, it better be worth it" I say.

Soonyoung puts his arm around my shoulder and Dokyeom lets go of my hand. "We're going to go now before the leeeeeaaadder changes his mind and tells us to practice" Dokyeom says and I laugh.

"Byeeeee"

"BYEEEE GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR DATE".

Soonyoung stands in front of me and I look at him. So is it him?

"You were great today!" He says excitedly, high giving me.

"Oh thanks leeeeeaaadder" I say and he laughs.

"So, are you going to join the Tigers?" He asks me.

"I don't know if I can handle doing something for the showcase, that's the only reason why I'm holding back" I explain and he nods.

"you don't have to join the showcase if you don't want to, just join us for the food and parties" he says and adds "Dokyeom does that too half the time".

I wonder where's my date. I don't know if it's Soonyoung. You'd think someone be more upfront then beat around the bush, if you like someone you know.

"Okay I'll see" I say and his phone goes off.

"OH your date is ready, don't worry it's not me" he says and opens the practice door for me.

My jaw drops.

Chan.

Of course.

It makes so much sense.

But I don't know what to think about it.

"HAVE FUN BABY TIGERS" Soonyoung yells, running down the hallway, waving goodbye.

I walk further into the practice room.

It changed completely.

Before the floor had drops of sweat everywhere, but now it's covered with mats, pillows and blankets. I look up and see Chan staring at me.

I can feel my cheeks heat up and I stand in front of him.

"This is incredible... I've never had someone do something so romantic for me" I say and add "thank you".

"I- u-um you deserve it. I've liked you for a while now... The dating form just made it easier for me to be honest about it" he tells me. I can tell he's trying to own it, but he's still shy, unable to look me in the eyes. He's nervous and I get this urge to comfort him.

I reach out for his hand and intertwine our fingers together.

"Don't be nervous, it's just us two" I say and add "I'm not judging you".

He nods. This is kind of awkward, like it's cute but it's also tough. I just want to get to know him more. He reaches over to the Bluetooth speakers and turns it on.

"Dance with me?" He asks and I nod. He presses play on the speaker.

I can feel him loosen up as he holds my body close to his. We begin to sway and he begins to smile more as we dance along.

I almost trip over my feet and we both start laughing. Chan's grip on my waist probably the only thing saving me from falling.

We go back to swaying together and he can't stop smiling at me. I can feel myself smile along with him.

____ Chan's POV _______________________

Y/N and I continue dancing for a while, just smiling at each other but then staring into each other's eyes.

There's so much I want to say to her, but I don't know where to start. I want to get to know her more but I want to put everything out in the open.

"AH!" she squeals, breaking my flow of thoughts. She's about to hit the ground but my reflexes pull her close to me, grab her waist and carry her up.

"Wow" she mumbles and adds "I didn't think you're this strong".

"Watch this" I say.

I spin her around and she's laughing.

"CHAN!"

Oh I wish she can be mine.

I place her down and she smiles at me.

"Do you want to watch some movies?" I say and she nods.

___ Y/N's pov __________________________

Chan has some serious blanket fort making skills, the fact that he built this in like 10 minutes is insane. It's covered in fairy lights and all the pillows and sheets are white.

Him and I have been eating and just chatting about how life has been treating us and trading funny stories of our friends. He seems more relaxed now and I prefer this side of him.

"Done eating?" He asks and I nod. He packs up all the food containers and cleans up around us.

"Good food choice by the way, can't go wrong with Chinese food" I say and he smiles.

"Yeah, Soonyoung got Hao and Jun to give food recommendations" he mentions.

"I'll be right back" he says and I nod. I hear him leave the practice room to probably throw all the rubbish away. I scroll on my Instagram and take a photo of the blanket fort to post on my story.

I lay back down in the blanket fort and Chan comes inside.

"Can I cuddle up with you?" he asks and I nod.

His arms instantly wrap around my waist and he pulls me closer to his chest. He pushes my messy hair away from my face.

"So.."

Why is it awkward again?.. have I done something?

"Hmmm, I got a question, do you want to travel the world?" I ask him. Okay he's relaxed again, not as awkward. I don't know what's making him nervous though, we've hung out more than once. I'm not a scary person either.

"Yeah of course, I think there's so much out there that we can learn and experience, things that classes won't cover" he says to me and I nod.

"Agreed, where would you want to go?" I say.

"Japan. Hands down. I know a bit of Japanese"

"What? That's so cool, I'll have to take you with me then" I say.

"Please do"

"I have a question for you, Y/N" Chan states.

"Oh my god, that sounds so ominous" I respond, laughing lightly and add "what is it?"

"Do you remember the Tigers' afterparty?" He asks me.

"Little bits of it, I drank a bit too much, I had a little hangover the next day" I explain.

"I think that's when I knew for sure I wanted to date you, I think I tried like three times to get your phone number but I kept on backing out each time. I also think you got Jun and Hao to stop teasing me at one point of the night" he says.

"I don't remember either of those things but I do remember us being locked in the pantry as we tried to get cups for the alcohol" I say and he laughs.

"Oh yeah there's that too, like it was stuffy but I don't think I cared cause I was with you" he says. I blush.

"that's smooth" I say and he laughs at me.

All of a sudden, Chan's phone rings and he sits up, grabs the phone and picks up the call. I follow suit, sitting up with him.

"Hey Soonyoung, what's up?"

"Yeah it's good so far"

"What?"

"You're kidding"

"What do you mean? How did you accidentally lock me and Y/N in?"

"So, what are we meant to do?"

"We have class at 8am, you do know that right?"

"I can't believe you man"

"Okay bye"

___ Chan's POV ________________________

I cannot believe he took the practice room keys home and has lost them. This means we need to stay the night in this practice room.

Usually, I'd be happy since it means more time Y/N but this is a bit far.

"What happened, Chan?" She asks me.

"Soonyoung thought it was a good idea to go home with the practice room key, locking us in" I explain.

"for how long?"

"rest of the night"

"You're kidding" she says, and adds "can't he just come back and unlock the door?"

"He lost the key, so we'll need to wait for the cleaners to open the doors in the morning, I'm really sorry Y/N" I say.

"No no, it's not your fault" she responds.

"I just have to call my brother though" she says and grabs her phone. She opens it up and goes to speed dial.

"Hey Cheol, don't get mad"

Y/N puts the call on loud speaker for me to listen.

"What happened?" He asks and I hear another voice.

"HI Y/N HOW'S THE DATE?!"

"Not now Hannie" her brother says and Y/N laughs.

"It's good but we've run into an issue.." She says, trailing off. She holds my hand. Is she nervous?

"What is it?"

"no protection?" The other voice says -Hannie I think the name is.

I would not be so lucky to have her in that way on the first date. I don't even know if she likes me, let alone want me in that way. Things between us are still a little awkward.

"Han not now, she's trying to say something important" her brother says.

"Protection is important?"

"My date's friend locked us both accidentally in one of the buildings and we'll have to wait till tomorrow morning" she explains

"Where's the key?"

"Lost. Hence, waiting for tomorrow morning for the cleaners"

"You're not lying to me?"

"Don't you trust me?"

"Come on Cheol, why would she lie about being locked in a uni building? If it was the default 'i'm staying over at Seungkwan's' then you can assume she's lying but not do anything about it"

"So you're saying no matter what, I should just let it go?"

"Yep"

"Cheol, I promise I'm not lying" she says.

"Put your date on the phone"

"Y/N DON'T DO IT"

"HEY YOU'RE MEANT TO HAVE MY BACK"

She begins to laugh and rolls her eyes. I laugh along with her.

"wait Y/N? Am I on loudspeaker?"

"ARE WE? Oh my god he heard the protection comment whoops sorry Y/N"

"yeah you're on loudspeaker" she says.

"Hey Y/N's date, you better not do anything funny, I get angry easily and it's not going to look good for you, you hear?"

"Oh my god, please don't listen to him" Y/N says, instantly. I laugh again at her reaction.

"Chan's so shy and awkward, he wouldn't dare" Y/N says to her brother. Surely I wasn't that bad... I was nervous but I didn't want it to be that awkward.

"Ah I see" her brother says.

"Aw see it's fine, he's probably not going to do anything, he's harmless"

"I'll be back tomorrow morning to report everything" she says.

"Okay okay, go back to your date"

"Bye bye" Y/N says and hangs up.

___ Y/N's POV _________________________

"...was I really that awkward?" Chan says to me, shyly. Oh no.. I must hurt his feelings. I didn't mean it in a bad way.

"I didn't mean to offend you.." I say and add "it's just I feel like I have to initiate everything, and that you're walking on eggshells. Like it's cute at some points too".

He nods. He stares directly at me and I know something in him has changed. He's not that shy boy anymore, it's like that charisma and power he has is back.

"You don't understand... I've wanted to be yours for so long, and I never thought I'd get a chance" he says.

It feels like so much pressure.

He sees me as this amazing person.

I don't feel like I am.

"You see me as this incredible person... I'm not all that" I say.

"Didn't you pull Hao and Jun through that stock market subject?"

I nod.

"Aren't you the most loyal person to your friend Seungkwan?"

I nod.

"Aren't you the girl in our class who's known for being on top of it all? Being the smart person that you are?"

"I'm not smart I just work hard" I respond.

"Isn't that better?" He says and asks "are you the good little sister who calls her brother up to make sure he doesn't worry?"

"I wasn't always good to him"

"Aren't you good to him now?"

I nod.

"I don't know every detail of you, I know that, I know there may be flaws but I also know the good aspects of you outweigh the bad" Chan says and adds "I want to get to know you, I know you'll be worth it".

That's a lot to take in.

How can you feel so strongly over someone you don't know too well?

Do I deserve this?

"...does this make sense?" Chan says.

I nod.

"please say something" he says.

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to find the right thing to say" I say and he nods.

"What's going through your head right now?"

"Firstly, thank you for being so open and honest with me, I appreciate it, it's not easy. Especially since you know I've gone on a date with your friend and will go on more dates probably with other people. Secondly, I don't know if I deserve you... You make me feel like a better person than I am. Thirdly, how are you so sure on your feelings? I'm second guessing myself constantly" I say and he holds my hand.

"Well, to address the first statement, you deserve to know how I feel about you, and I think it's better if everything's out in the open rather than you guessing how I feel. Also, those other dates don't stand a chance" he says, chuckling and adds "not every date ends up with getting locked in the same room overnight".

"Secondly, I'm not that great either, I was super awkward remember?"

"HEY the awkward is cute, it's fine honestly... I just didn't want it to get in the way of getting to know each other" I say and he laughs.

"Cute?" He says, raising his eyebrows at me.

I lean over and kiss his cheek "cute" I confirm.

Oh. Wait did I just do that?

What came over me?

He's blushing.

"I guess I'm sure on how I feel cause I've felt this way for so long" he says and I nod.

That makes sense.

My feelings change so quickly that I can't even keep track anymore.

"Can we lay back down? I'm getting tired" he says and I nod. He pulls me into his arms again.

I stare up at him and admire his features. His jawline is strong and defined, even when relaxed. He closes his eyes and I can see his fatigue is kicking in.

"I tell you one thing that doesn't make sense" I say and his eyes open to look at me.

"What is it?"

"How are you both shy and confident as hell?"

"It's like a switch, depends which mood I was set to." He explains to me and I nod.

"Like when you were dancing to the song Soonyoung suggested for the solo, it's felt like you were coming after me but then when I walked into the room after practice it's like uwu I am shy boy protect me please" I say and he laughs at me.

"You're the only one I'm going to allow to say uwu. Anyway, like I said it's a switch. What do you mean by coming after?" He asks me.

"Like you're staring at me, and your eyes are telling me 'you are mine' and then when you're dancing, it's so passionate and powerful, it's like you're telling me 'this is what you're missing'. It's like being attacked" I say and he laughs.

"do you like it?" He asks me and winks.

"I'm not answering that" I say and he moves on top of me.

Okay whatever that switch is, it's been set to confident Chan. He's staring at me and leans into my ear.

"You can answer it you know, I won't use it against you, it'll be only for you" he says, lowly.

Oh my god okay, now I'm the shy one.

This is really hot. He is really hot.

I just wanted to question and compliment his duality, I didn't mean to get into this situation.

This man is attacking my feelings, I cannot handle it.

He stares at me again and says lowly, "Come on, just admit it, Y/N, I'm yours."

"...yes" I say and before I could even add anything to my confirmation, he kisses me deeply.

I close my eyes and hold his face gently. We continue kissing for a couple of minutes, his arms wrapping around my waist. Little hums here and there come from the both of us before he pulls away.

He takes off his shirt and I can't help but eye him up and down. He's so toned. He leans back over me an-

What happened?

Chan begins to laugh and then I realise. The roof of the blanket fort fell on top of us.

"Yeah, thanks blanket, I was just trying to admire this man and you're getting in my way" I say and Chan laughs at me more.

"Who said it had to kill the mood?" He says.

Well if that's the case.

I pull him into another kiss and he moans instantly. He flips us over so I'm on top of him. The blanket rolls off the both of us and the cool breeze hits our warm bodies, causing me to shiver. He starts smiling into the kiss and I begin to giggle.

He pulls away and says "I don't want to stop kissing you".

"Then why did you?" I ask him.

___ Chan's POV ________________________

Damn it, why does she have other dates?

I know it means I just need to step up but I hope she can see how great we can be. How good I am for her.

"... Your brother is going to kill me" I say.

"What's the actual reason, Chan?" She asks me, instantly.

"... You have other dates" I admit.

"You don't feel comfortable going any further until I'm yours, right?" She asks and I nod. She got it. Instantly.

"I understand, there's no pressure, I'll just keep kissing you" she says, sweetly. Kissing my forehead, then my cheek, then pecks my lips. I do the same and we end up laughing at each other again.

"You think we can sneak kisses in during practice?" I say and add "I'm asking for your sake". She laughs and punches my shoulder playfully.

"We'll just mention we need to refill our water bottles like 100 times" she says and I laugh.

"Sounds like a plan... We should start heading to bed now though" I say and she nods.

I hug her tightly as she cuddles up to me again. This date was good. Had a bit of rough patches but it's all worth it.

We know where the line is between us and now it's just up to me to prove to her that I'm the one and it's up to her to choose.

"Good night Chan"

"Good night Y/N"

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Day Eight: #22

[masterlist]

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6 months after a breakup, a girl asks for some spice in her life. What she didn’t expect was a dating form being posted in honor of her. Multiple love interests, a regretful ex, a nosy brother and his friend and the college life ensures that the spice level is 1,000,000 on the Scoville Rating.

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A/N: sooooooooooooo... Y/N and Chan?? Moving too quick?? Or not?? I also really love my music, should I make a playlist for the series? Let me know your thoughts! [or you can let me know here]

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madmen · 4 years

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all of them pls jodie comer janelle monae phoebe waller bridge, have fun

do you have a crush on anyone? yeee on my grilled friend! bitches be havin girled friends.

what’s your favorite candy? i am cadbury dairy milk bar’s bitch! i also really like kitkats especially the mini ones those are so good.

favorite love song? aaaaa it changes with the weather i like so many but can’t take my eyes off of you is always a classic both it and let’s get married (mitski cover) make me feel Warm and the past few months i cannot stop listening to mr mika tiny love. yes this question asked for one but this is me restraining myself i promise. OH it might be being alive from company actually.

what was your first kiss like? technically my first kiss lasted for .0001 of a second in a public high school hallway and it was by accident so i choose to disregard that one because the one after that was very nice imagine. you are on a BEACH it is MIDNIGHT she tastes like some type of wine and you are not sober and do not know what you’re doing so you’re taking MENTAL NOTES and trying to imitate what it feels like she’s doing but you want to live in this moment forever.

what was your last kiss like? it was sweet! well, more like salty because we were crying but it’s because we are simply full of love!

sexual/romantic orientation? i’m a (fleabag godmother voice) LESBIAN

do you prefer poems or love letters? love letters hands DOWN

favorite fanfic trope? i like it when they’re both friends and in love and afraid to say anything for fear of ruining their relationship. there is a name for this but i hate it so i will not say it it’s two words, first one with an m and second one with a p. Don’t know what it is about that second word but. hate it.

have you ever been in love? yes, highly recommend

favorite milkshake flavor? I don’t like milkshakes I think they’re ice cream soup which is disgusting but my favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip if that counts

dinner dates or brunch dates? I prefer the idea of brunch dates but I wake up hungry so in practice probably dinner dates but like. to diners so I can have breakfast food.

favorite flowers? Pink carnations! Honorable mentions to bleeding hearts and roses that are light orange or light blue or light pink.

favorite perfume/cologne? no clue

favorite candle scent? if it’s sold during fall i probably love it anything pumpkin-y or slightly-but-not-too-much cinnamon-y

what’s your ideal first date? we go on a funky lil adventure! we see some fancy house and get food together and then see something else maybe a beeg church i like the way they make me feel small and they make me feel Whole when i’m there with someone i care about. maybe go for a walk in my head this is some city we’ve never been to and we just walk and talk and hold hands and point out pretty architecture.

favorite love story? in real life i am still losing it every time i think about how ronan farrow proposed to jonathan lovett via his BOOK. in fiction i am unfortunately stuck at 11 still losing it over both the doctor and rose as well as mary and matthew crawley.

what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear? idk i think suits are hot but i also melt when my girlfriend wears her oversized hoodie she just looks so cute and cozy! i feel like most things are attractive when you’re into a person. also lingerie.

chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet? vanilla!

snow, rain, or sun? rain but not too hard just a nice light mist

sweetest romantic memory? she wrote me LOVE LETTERS!!!!

favorite dating sim (and favorite character)? I have played all of one dating sim, which makes it my favorite by default. Unfortunately, it is UmaPri/My Horse Prince. I did not finish it I got impatient and my apartment watched a playthrough on youtube you don’t even get to fuck horse boy I don’t think you even kiss but it’s still so funny horse boy is obviously the best character.

fictional crushes? leia organa, cheryl blossom or betty cooper (whichever one is more likely to commit a crime on that episode), joan holloway, betty draper, villanelle, all the big little lies milfs, among others.

what’s your dream wedding like? it takes place at the johns hopkins library if i can’t have that then like. some fancy house or library or museum somewhere thats super neat. i don’t know what i wear but i look very nice. all my friends are there and it’s Very Fancy. elegant and refined thats the general Vibe.

what makes you blush? i have no clue i think sometimes when i drink my face flushes so we’ll go with that

do you believe in love at first sight? only in romeo and juliet. i think theres like. a spark at first sight maybe but also not needed for love ya know?

do you believe in soulmates? i don’t know i feel like theres like. maybe a list of people who are your soulmate? like it couldve been this one yea but it also couldve been someone else had circumstances been different like the world is soooooooooooooo big and sometimes theres right place wrong timing i think? i don’t know.

denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets? on me? all of the above. on hot gals? leather jackets.

what’s your sign? taurus sun, leo moon and rising

are you single? nope i have a grilled friend! i love her!

do you prefer to charm, or be charmed? both!

guitar or piano? normally i’d say piano but rianne used to play guitar so mixed thots here also it’s so fun to try and teach her piano and hear her lil laugh when i fix her fingers on the keys. answer foggy try again later

favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)? when harry met sally!!!!!!

do you fall in love easily? i don’t think so but i’ve only done it once so i could be mistaken

valentine’s decorations: yay or nay? i think they’re cute!

would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal? I wanna propose which throws a real Wrench in Rianne’s concurrent desire to propose. Gotta keep the proposal a surprise, soz gang.

cloud gazing or star gazing? Star gazing!

do you like to dance? I cannot dance to save my life but god if I don’t fantasize about it every second of the livelong day

what’s your OTP? please do not make me admit to being into harry potter on main, and worse yet being into dr*rry and w*lfstar it is rightfully embarrassing.

kittens or puppies? I am afraid of almost all living things which includes kittens and puppies but I prefer pictures of puppies

coffee, hot chocolate, or tea? Cofy!

favorite soda? i hate fizz > : ( why does everyone like it when it feels like theres ants crawling on your tongue?

do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa? is there someone to give me atten shun? if so, i’m lying dramatically on the sofa. if i’m on my own it’s window time babey

favorite ABBA song? this one also changes over the years right now i’m gonna say voulez-vous

fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice) this is so MEAN okay so phoebe waller-bridge’s dad was named in the panama papers i know she has the most exorbitant amount of wealth and i trust her to treat me right. that leaves jodie and janelle cannot stress enough how much i haaaaate having to kill any of them okay at the oscars we saw what janelle’s tongue can do so unfortunately we will be sacrificing jodie comer : / jodie i’m sorry i love you.

favorite pajamas? I don’t own pajamas because I’m a weirdo who either sleeps in their clothes or an oversized long sleeve t shirt and leggings

favorite liquor? vodka for mixing, sourz for shots

do you think about love a lot? yeeeeeeeeeeee

a walk in the park or a walk on the beach? i don’t like sand. it’s rough and it’s coarse and it gets everywhere. Honestly I think I’d rather just walk indoors i am anti fresh air got that sweet sweet hay fever

hand kisses or nose kisses? nose kisses!

what’s your dreamhouse? i wanna live in the city in an apartment and due to the fact that i am american it is unfortunately so big in my head no apartment has ever been this beeg and if it did exist i could not afford it but. it’s so pretty i have fancy kitchen cabinets and my living room is filled with bookshelf upon bookshelf of used books and it has room for my piano and i have a beeeeeg sleigh bed and black cherry furniture and a dishwasher and a laundry room. i come home and am filled with calm.

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Me being productive and super inspired wrote another Love, Simon/ SVTHSA fic. Earlier meeting in the books guys so book spoilers. AO3 tags pretty much explains why I wrote it. Thank you so much to @imawriteriwrite and @bluemoon-golden for both looking it over and being my beta’s! Love you both. This is fluff and might lead to more (read: yes there’s gonna be more if this writing streak continues)!

*updated 4/1/18 at 4am cause I realized I put the pre-beta’d version. Oops!

An early meeting AU because someone just wanted their best friend happy. What if Simon saw Bram leaving the Elliott Smith shirt?

They stare at each other frozen. Simon doesn’t know what to think. Bram doesn’t know what to think. It’s like the universe stopped just for this moment to signify how important it is, how life changing this one simple moment is.

It was just a simple text to grab a textbook.

Si man please grab my Math textbook? I left it in Abb’s locker like an absolute moron and it had all my notes! Please please please Simon I will love you forever! -Nick

So here he is standing just a few feet from his and Abby’s locker because Nick asked since Simon was nearby and needed some air. Bram is standing in front of his locker with a plastic bag looped through the handle of a locker staring wide eyed at him, his hands frozen writing something on a piece of paper against the locker. Simon’s locker.

At first Simon doesn’t know what Bram is doing until he sees something white poking out from the bag. ‘No this isn’t-’ His thoughts are racing and he takes a step forward shattering the moment. Like the star athlete he is, Bram bolts the opposite way, pen, paper and bag forgotten as he disappears down the hall. Completely at a loss Simon just stands there in utter shock until his eyes turn back to the bag on his locker. Slowly, he makes his way over and hesitates before removing the bag and peaking inside.

It’s a jersey cotton t-shirt with a logo from Elliott Smith’s Figure Eight. He looks down at it in complete awe then his eyes the paper and pen laying on the floor. It’s blue green construction paper and written on it is a finished note.

I’m assuming Elliott understood that you would have made it to his shows if you could have.

Simon stands frozen again as his brain tries to stop imploding. It’s Blue, Bram is Blue. Cute, adorable, quiet, shy Bram is Blue. Some things are starting to click like as he stares at the perfectly straight print on the note, those times Bram blushed at him, the comment about how being straight or white as the default is annoying, Bram who had his birthday after MLK day which means 118 is January 18th his birthday and Green from Greenfeld. God he’s an absolute oblivious idiot!

Putting the note in the bag Simon turns around to walk back to his car on shaky legs. Somehow he drives himself home without crashing into something, makes it upstairs to his room without trouble, then falls face first on his bed still in disbelief. Shouldn’t he be doing something? Why is he just laying here, doing nothing while the guy he’s in love with is out there and so close?

No Blue needs space. He needs time and he must be as shocked or at least freaked out about being found out and- oh god there was a reason he was there so late with the school pretty much dead. He didn’t want to be seen, for people to know he left the shirt. Pulling the shirt out and tossing the bag behind him to get rid of later, Simon holds it in front of him just just stare at it again. It’s just a t-shirt, some fabric with a bands logo and it shouldn’t mean so much but holy shit it does. This shirt means the world to him after the decreasing messages from Blue which was horrible, and especially after the last one Simon sent getting no reply.

Groaning he buries his face into it hoping maybe he can smother himself with it in frustration. No he can’t do that now with such a special shirt and a very special someone out there. Simon takes a deep breath then lifts his face from the shirt only to feel something stiff when his hands move the shirt. Spreading out so the shirt lays flat, he lifts the neck to see inside and there’s another piece of Blue Green construction paper. It’s a note with the same perfect print.

P.S. I love the way you smile like you don’t realize you’re doing it. I love your perpetual bed head. I love the way you hold eye contact a moment longer than you need to. And I love your moon-grey eyes. So if you think i’m not attracted to you, Simon, you’re crazy.

Below the script is a phone number and Simon doesn’t know whether to text or call the number right now or just wait because he is really lightheaded and feels like he’s going to pass out. His heart is beating like crazy, whole body buzzing with warm tingles while a smile so big breaks across his face, cheeks aching because he knows who Blue is and Blue gave him his number.

They need to talk, to figure everything out and- and he needs to tell this stupidly cute and frustrating guy how much he loves him too.

Now the big question: how?

Bram runs, he runs and runs until he’s back on the field where Garrett is waiting for him to take him home. Garrett is smiling at him until he sees the panicked look on his face, concern replacing the excitement. “Bram you okay man?”

Panting he just stares at his best friend and for some reason the question makes him laugh. God is he okay, ya if what just happened is as okay as their new president. No he’s actually horrible and terrified because the person he’s in love with now knows who he is, that he’s Blue and everything is ruined because he’s going to lose this amazing guy. His laugh turns a bit hysterical for a second before he has to catch his breath again, his legs turned to jelly so he stumbles and lets himself drop on to the grass so he can just lay in his back and hope for lightning to hit him or the ground to swallow him up.

Once his breathing is something close to normal he lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes. “I- I’m not sure. I don’t think so.”

He hears Garrett’s feet walking over and sit next to him, just being there as silent support. “I hope you get to okay.” He finally commented as they sit there for a bit longer before silently standing and walk to Garrett's car to head home.

Bram thanks Garrett for the ride and it’s only once he’s in his room lying on his bed, that he starts actually thinking about what happened.

Now Simon knows who he is. Now Simon has is number. Oh god now Simon has his number and the notes he left!

Bram wants to just die already or maybe he can stay in his room forever. He doesn’t know how to feel about this. He’s both horrified this happened but also a little excited. Of course the horror overrides the excitement but now Simon knows who he is, that he’s Blue.

What should he do now? Bram asks himself. Should he email him? Wait to see if Simon uses his number? Wait til tomorrow? He doesn’t want to because honestly right now all of that seems terrifying and now he’s starting to get nauseous.

Taking a bit to think about it, waiting til tomorrow sounds the best for right now. If he loses Simon then he loses Simon. If he gets some form of reply about the shirt or who he is… he’ll cross that bridge if it ever happens.

He gladly let’s sleep take him so today can be behind him.

Nick, Leah, and Abby are all settled in the basement at Simon’s after Simon begged and pleaded with his friends to help him so he spilled his verbal guts to them about Blue and eventually Martin. Nick finally caved and told Simon that he actually didn’t leave his textbook. He didn’t say who asked him to do it but that all he had to do was get Simon back on campus and to his locker as soon as possible. For some reason that just makes Simon feel worse.

It takes a literal stranger to make him see who Blue was. Simon was so stuck on all the wrong clues and his stupid crush on Cal to see what was literally right in front of him.

Sinking to the floor Simon just lets out a loud sigh before he looks at Nick with morose eyes. “Tell whoever that is thank you and that i’m a colossal idiot.” Nick just grins at him as he nudges his best friend with his foot. “Ya I will but first we gotta get your guy back!”

Leah and Abby grab his arms to pull him up and bring everyone into a group hug.

Once the questions and teasing was done, the crazy hopeful plan they all come up with is ready to be set into motion.

If everything goes well, Simon reluctantly agrees to go to this restaurant place Abby insists they should celebrate at but he remains firm on Bram only coming if he's comfortable doing so. Leah seems hesitant on joining but she concedes when Simon asks her to be his moral support. If she doesn’t like the place then they’ll take her home.

God Simon hopes this works.

Bram drives to school in an almost numb mood. He goes through the motions of parking and heading to his locker but the realization of Nick standing at it catches his attention. “Hey Nick.” He greets him a bit confused. Nick isn’t usually this early and he’s almost always with Abby, Leah or Simon in the morning.

“Morning Bram!” Nick beams at him before seeming to remember why he’s there. His smile turns a little sheepish but doesn’t fall as he brings out something from behind him.

It’s a piece of paper and a large case of Halloween themed Oreo's.

Bram blinks at it before his tired brain makes everything click, his eyes go a little wide as they flick back and forth from Nick to the Oreo's.

“Um ya so ‘you know who’ is really really sorry but also a complete idiot. He- I mean they also say that he hopes this is romantic as hell.”

Bram takes the offered items, or well he supposes they’re gifts now, a little shocked at what’s happening before his eyes go down to the paper in Simon’s script decorated with soccer balls and his shirt number, to read it. It’s a letter.

Dear Blue,

I am a complete ass and i’m so sorry for being such an idiot. This is a very hopeful apology, the first out of three. I should have put all the damn clues together way sooner but of course i’m still dense and can’t seem to apply actual logic to these types of things. I guess you make me illogical. Leah and Abby punched me when Nick told me with a very disappointed face your full name was Abraham. I also realize that i’m even more of a moron and what 118 means.

I still meant what I said about the last email. You’ve become my best friend and I still want to keep you but this goes however you want it to go. We can go back to emailing and not knowing each other’s real identities or by some miracle you can accept these poor attempts at a romantic gesture. Abby has my next apology.

-Love, Simon.

Bram can’t seem to breathe as he rereads the paper again then one more time to make sure he’s not actually dreaming. His eyes cautiously peer up to Nick who’s still smiling as he leans with his back against the lockers.

Nick just shrugs. “I think I know why Garrett sent me a text now.” He gives Bram a pat on the shoulder before wishing him good luck and heading to his own locker.

Left standing there Bram kind of wants to sink to the floor into a puddle because of course Simon would want to do something like this. Taking a deep breath he tries to calm all these whirling emotions and head to first period, the paper folded and tucked into his bag while he puts the Oreo's in his locker. Guess he just has to wait for Abby now.

He doesn’t catch her until the passing period between second and third. Her face lights up when she spots him and with determination she makes her way to him.

“Hey Bram! We’re heading out to eat after rehearsal. Join us if you want to, I was told not to pressure you so i’m going to just give you these and be on my way. Garrett is tagging along so just find him. Again a serious idiot who is willing to grovel. Leah will be at lunch.” She gives his shoulders a gentle squeeze when Bram’s eyes widen in fear. “Hey simple and quiet. No one is going to know unless you want them to okay.” She reassures him and it actually helps. “Thanks.” She hands him a CD case and another paper, this one decorated with music notes, lyrics to some songs, and the Elliott Smiths shirt. He takes them quickly and gives Abby a small smile before dashing to his next class.

Settled in his seat Bram finally looks over the CD case to see a list of songs, all their shared favorites, and the letter which he’s extremely tempted to read so he asks to go to the bathroom to do so away from prying eyes.

Dear Blue,

Music has always helped me calm down and find some semblance of peace. I added all the songs we’ve mentioned and a couple of new ones I think you might like. If you haven’t noticed all the awesome art is thanks to Leah and before you freak out about them knowing, they swore on WAHO that they’d never say a word. I think they’re all more protective of you than me right now which is a given since I did some very shitty things to warrant it. It’s because of them I was able to think of this very sappy and romantic apology. They’ll have your back just like they have mine. I’m honestly really nervous right now and hope you somehow forgive me.

I want you to know I did hope it was you because I call you cute Bram in my head but of course Simon Logic made me think you were straight. God i’m so dense and clueless for someone who’s supposed to be in Hufflepuff. I won’t see you at Lunch because of rehearsals but that’s where apology number 3 is with Leah. I hope it makes you laugh but it might make you blush. I didn’t tell you you’re cute when you blush did I? Well you are and again i’m sorry. I hope I see you after rehearsal.

-Love, Simon.

Bram is a mess of emotions during fourth and he starts to get a bit nauseous the sooner the clock ticks to lunch time. He doesn’t know what he’s feeling right now but he’s does know he’s forgiven Simon since apology number one. The second and whatever the following apology is just cements how much he really does love this stupid boy and his determination to express how truly sorry he is.

He returns to class and tries to stop the smile off his face, folding then placing the letter with the other before trying and slowly failing to pay attention in class. When the bell rings to signal it’s lunch Bram’s hands are shaking and he can feel his heart go a mile a minute. It’s almost like he’s on autopilot as he makes his way to the cafeteria but stops just at the doors that lead inside. His eyes see Leah and Garrett at their table with Morgan and Anna who are off to the side. The former two are chatting away as they watch something on a phone while Garrett and Leah are talking about something huddled together. He can spy an orange packet and another letter which is the only thing that propels him to start walking towards the table.

He hovers a bit before moving to sit next to Garrett. He’s greeted with an arm slung around his shoulder and a small smile from Leah. “Garrett’s lucky that I didn’t punch him for what he did.” The comment makes Garrett freeze as he turns to give his best friend his version of puppy dog eyes. “I didn’t do anything besides send a random text man. I just- I just want you to be happy Bram.” He confessed and who could stay mad at that? He does punch Garrett’s arm lightly before turning his attention back to Leah.

For some reason he’s back to being shy again, the words coming out soft and hesitant.

“So you… umm. You have something for me?” The words are all mumbled together but she seems to hear him clearly as she passes him a packet of Reese's that has a folded note on it and the last letter. This one is Harry Potter themed with lightning bolts, the houses, a small drawing of the castle, owls, and a snitch. “You’re an amazing artist Leah.” The comment makes Leah blush as she gives him another quick smile before digging into her lunch. Garrett and her respectfully scoot down the bench to give him some small form of privacy. Bram really appreciates it.

As much as he wants to read the letter, the small note on the Reese’s is what he reads first.

It does make him blush and laugh, a short chuckle he tries to cover with his hand but both Leah and Garrett snap their head to look at him in awe. They’re both burning with curiosity but can’t get over the shock of hearing him laugh.

Leah’s voice has a touch of wonder when she says, “I think that’s the first time i’ve ever heard you laugh.” Garrett just stares at him with a shocked smile. “Same” His voice is as almost a whisper like he doesn’t realize he said it.

The whole thing makes Bram blush harder as covers his face with one hand and pushes the Reese’s with the note open towards them.

It reads: Oreo’s are still better than sex but like always you’re the exception. Here are your sub-par Reese’s.

Bram quickly leaves them with his gifts in hand as they start laughing, the phrase ‘what a dork’ and ‘omg’ the last thing he hears before he’s out of the cafeteria and walking to his car. He wants total and complete privacy when he reads the last letter so what better place than his car.

Dear Blue,

So i’m now freaking out and still nervous. I think this is what you must have felt like when you were sure i’d actually be intelligent and start figuring out all the clues you left. This is horrible. I think i’m actually getting nauseous (yes i’m using that word now) but i’m still also trying to stay hopeful that you don’t just trash all of these letters or not show up after.

I’ll be honest and say i’d be really sad but if that was what you wanted then i’d just have to suck it up and take the hit. I hope you like the Reese’s and the note. It took me almost 8 times to write the word sex, hell it took me a good 5 minutes to write it here. I sorta wish I didn’t have rehearsal so I could be there to see if you did blush or laugh. I think I might die if I hear your actual laugh though but i’m pretty sure it would be worth it. I’m getting a little tired of saying that i’m sorry because I feel like it’s kind of being overused so here’s another crack at trying to be romantic. Je suis désolé mon cher Bleu. Je t'en supplie, pardonne-moi.

-Love, Simon.

Nothing. Bram’s brain crashed and he’s drawing up a blank, just a blank nothing. The only thing stopping him from going to find Simon right now is class and that Simon is rehearsing. Also the still lingering fear of coming out to people he doesn’t actually know aka fellow students. Garrett was fine. His parents were fine. Leah, Nick, and Abby are fine too but it’s still so new and frightening.

Bram also selfishly wants to keep the emails and what’s going on with Simon mainly between them, keep this private intimate thing they have just for a little bit longer. He can make himself wait till the end of school.

Simon cannot make it to the end of rehearsals. He’s literally dying and the fond but annoyed look Abby keeps shooting him doesn’t help. It’s not his fault he keeps zoning out okay, he’s trying his best with everything that’s going on right now.

Finally they get the dismissal from Ms. Albright to go and it takes everything in Simon to not just run out and find Leah or Nick or be brave and go to Bram first. Abby hooks their arms together and it helps ground him just enough to calm down and change. She also makes sure he keeps the make-up on this time.

Once they’ve changed out of costume and start making their way to the parking lot, all his nerves and fears start coming back the closer they get. Simon keeps switching back from keeping his eyes on the ground and searching the crowd of people.

He tries not to be devastated when he only sees Nick and Leah at his car. Abby squeezes his hand in apology.

Nick and Leah seem to notice them and Nick all but sprints towards them as he tackles them in a hug. Leah catches up and sees the faces both Abby and him are making. She groans and nudges Nick. “Don’t you have something for him?” “Oh right!” He digs into his pocket to pull out a folded piece of blue paper and pushes it into Simon’s hand. “He would be here but well- just read the note man i’m sure he’ll explain.”

Unfolding the paper Simon reads the same perfect script and just seeing it lets him breathe again.

Dear Jacques,

Reese’s are not sub-par. I have no idea how I’m going to actually talk to you in person, it was just so much easier by email and even now writing it down. I need to talk to my mom first about going out but I know she’ll let me since I would be Garrett's ride. I also might need just a little bit more time before I actually see you, but I do want to see you again. The only thing stopping me from doing so at Lunch was that you were rehearsing and i’m honestly not sure what I would have done or said. I also hoped that you were Jacques.

As for all the apologies, I forgave you pretty much at the start of the first letter. The two that followed just cemented it and made me miss you even more. I’ll see you soon.

-Love, Bram.

P.S. No I don’t want things to go back to the way they were. I think i’m ready for a little bit of change.

P.P.S. Is it bad I do still want to keep you to myself via our emails? I don’t want to hide if this, us, becomes a thing but I still want to keep this private intimate thing we have. Does this make sense?

Simon covers his face with the note and he feels like it might melt off.

Bram wants to see him. Bram forgave him. His plan wasn’t a total fail and Bram doesn’t hate him. They’re going to see each other!

“Oh my god I need to change!” is the first thing that comes out of his mouth as he leaves his friends to jog to his car. He drops his keys twice and almost hits the car next to him when he opens the door.

A hand grabs his arm and steers him to the passenger side. “I’ll drive Si, you just sit and- i don’t know breathe? Maybe put that away for safekeeping.” Abby taps the blue paper that’s currently crushed against Simon’s chest and he quickly lays it across the dashboard to smooth it out. “I- yes. Smart. I just- help me?” Everyone kindly laughs at the strange voice he’s using and easily pile in so they can head to the Spier's residence. Simon needs to pick up a shirt.

It’s a gay bar/restaurant and now Simon wants to die for a whole new different reason.

“Abby really?” He bemoans as they head inside and if Bram doesn’t join them he would totally understand.

She just smirks at him and pushes him through the door. “Why not? We should celebrate for finishing rehearsal and you not being an idiot. Also just think,” she tilts her head so only he can hear “i’m sure you want to hold hands and sit next to each other.” Simon’s face is now permanently red. For life. Why are they friends.

“Maybe.” He mumbles a little excited at the possibility of it but he’s still concerned for Bram. He’s not sure how he’ll feel about all of this. “I just- i’m worried this might be too much for him.”

“I think he’ll be fine.” A soft voice answers him.

Simon spins around so fast he crashes into Nick and then almost stumbles back into Abby. Leah just sighs and rests a hand on his shoulder to steady him. “We’re being shown to our table now guys.”

Simon stands with his hands covering his face and all Bram can think about is how adorable he is right now. The others follow the hostess while he and Simon hang back near the waiting area.

Bram has no idea how but he crosses the few steps between them and stands right next to him, close enough that their shoulders brush together. A small gasp escapes from Simon and now Bram is the one blushing.

“Hi.” Simon squeaks out and gathers as much courage as he can to lift his head and look at Bram. Somehow it’s harder for him look away now.

A small smile greets him and after all this time Bram can finally stare into those moon-grey eyes. “Hi.” he answers and presses their arms together. “We should- um I think-” Simon sends him a smile, understanding what Bram’s trying to say. “Join the others? Ya.” He nudges their shoulders and takes a step before pausing and ducking his head. “I’m really glad you came Bram.” He takes a shaky breath before adding, “And that it’s you.”

Bram didn’t realize how much hearing Simon say his name all hopeful and softly would affect him. He thinks he could listen to only that for the rest of his life. “I’m glad it’s you too Simon.”

Their hands brush as they walk to join the others, grinning so wide it hurts. Of course their friends make sure to save them a spot so they sit together.

Even though this place is supposed to be a safe place for them, they keep their hands under the table. Both feeling brave they sit pressed together and slowly link their pinkies together.

Garrett ordered for Bram and Leah ordered for Simon so now they just wait for their food arrives.

Of course out of their entire group Abby and Garrett are bouncing in their seats trying their best to let their mutual friends be.

Simon and Bram share a look then shrug.

“Out with it before you both explode.”

Both Abby and Garrett take in a long breath of air before firing off questions one after the other.

“How long has this been going on!”

“Did Spier grovel enough?”

“Simon how can you call yourself a Hufflepuff after this?”

“What did you think about the plan Bram?”

“We have your backs okay, you know that right?”

“Spier I will murder you if you hurt my best friend.”

“Ditto Si, sorry but I'm still annoyed at you.”

“True but we’re all going to make Addison’s ass grass right?”

Leah, Nick, and Abby agreed and then the conversation turned to how they’d make Martin pay for what he did.

Simon gets a little weird about that because he still doesn’t know if he wants to deal with that situation. He closes in on himself just a little but when he says, “Hey it’s- i’m fine about the Martin thing okay. I just don’t want to deal with it anymore so can we just leave it?” Bram looks around to everyone who’s frowning at Simon and then it clicks for him. He didn’t realize anything could make him that angry ever. Bram turns to Simon and gives him a firm questioning look that Simon answers with a meek nod.

“If I see him I might punch him.” Bram says it with such certainty because it’s an actual fact.

Leah flicks a tiny paper ball at Simon. “I call dibs after you.” Simon slowly lifts his head to look at Leah, their eyes having a silent conversation before she grins. “You may have fucked up Si and we’re all still a little mad about it, but what Martin did was cruel and it shouldn’t have happened.” She kicks her feet against his under the table before smirking. “Now I want to know what that Reese’s note was about.”

Bram laughs at the suggested look Garrett gives them and Simon buries his face into his shoulder.

This time it’s Abby and Nick who stare at Bram because again they’ve never heard him laugh before and Nick’s on a team with him.

“It’s just easier to be brave when you don’t know who the other person is.” Bram admits. Now his and Simon’s hands are laced together, he gives it a light squeeze and gets one back.

Simon lets out a rather loud sigh that’s met by everyone awwing at him. He’s never been more thankful for a waiter to arrive with food.

It’s maybe a little bit after that Simon realizes he still has his face pressed into Bram’s shoulder. He moves to pull away but Bram’s hand tightens in his, their eyes meet and they both seem to understand what the other’s trying to say. They’ve slipped so easily into this, being near each other and face to face, the fear and anxiety of how they’d make this work all gone.

It’s the best meal either of them have ever had.

It’s after they’ve paid their bill and are hanging out near their cars, that Abby and Garrett realize their questions were never answered.

Simon and Bram share a fond look as they think about how all of this started.

“You guys remember that anonymous post?”

“Omg it was Bram!” Leah gushed.

Bram gives them all a sheepish smile. “One of the most terrifying actions of my life. I’m glad I did it.” They’re in public but that’s not stopping them from standing just a little too close. “I’m glad I emailed you.”

“I’m glad I sent Nick that text!” Garrett winks at them.

“Oh great. Our own personal cupid.” Simon’s drawls. Bram and him give Garrett a flat look.

He holds his hands up in surrender but keeps smiling. “I felt bad at first but I no longer regret it okay. You guys are freaking glowing.”

“Did you like all the sappy gifts?”Abby asks. Her arm is hooked through both Leah and Nicks, who also want to know.

Bram shrugs. “They were alright.” His voice is monotone and Simon gives him a blinding grin as everyone else groans at them. Bram can’t stop the smile that spreads across his face as he looks to Simon. “Well more than alright. Actually really freaking perfect. Of course you’d go all out.”

Simon’s voice goes soft as he just stares at Bram. “I had to.”

“Damn that was sweet.” Abby whispers, breaking their small moment.

They slowly settle into silence and enjoy this bonding moment where they’re all just highschool kids hanging out enjoying life.

A pensive look crosses Nicks face but he looks hesitant to share what's on his mind.

Simon has a feeling he knows so he gives him a small smile. “So… what are you guys going to do now?” Abby and Garrett frown at him but Nick’s dejected face makes them sigh in understanding.

Bram thought he’d be more worried about that question, the big ‘what now’ but he’s not, or well he is but now it seems a little easier to handle. He knows there’s going to be some things that are unavoidable, that they’ll face some hate but he has so much more support now and he does feel a lot better with not having to keep such a big secret anymore.

Simon has already had to deal with some of the backlash of coming out but he can’t be mad because it’s been pretty tame so far and there’ll always be people who just won’t understand or accept it. He’s out now and it’s like he can breathe so much better . His only worry is for Bram and what he’ll want to do but there’s that tiny part of him that hopes they can be together, go on dates and possibly be boyfriends.

“We’ll figure it out, talk about it.” Bram voices. “I already told Simon that I think i’m ready for a little change and I think I got pretty lucky to end up with my long time crush.”

Simon’s eyes go wide at that new bit of information. “I’m the cute guy that you can’t talk to!” He whispers and hides his face in his hands. “Why am I an oblivious idiot?”

“Well at least you’re going to be my oblivious idiot.” Bram blushes when he says it but he keeps his eyes on said adorable oblivious idiot. He’s just incredibly happy right now.

Simon is just- he’s so happy he doesn’t know what to do with himself. “I don’t deserve you.” he bemoans. “Oh I- I never thanked you for the shirt.”

Leah snorts. “The one you kept under your pillow? Also the one you’re wearing?”

“Betrayed!”

“Shut up you’re just sappy.”

Their laughter is interrupted by a phone chiming, of course, everyone checking theirs to see who’s it is. It’s Abby’s, a text from her mom wanting to know when she’ll be home.

“Well guess it’s getting pretty late guys. Ready to head home?”

Everyone reluctantly agrees because there is a thing called school they have tomorrow and all of them are still underage to stay out past curfew.

Simon and Bram linger a bit, not wanting to leave each other just yet.

“I’ll uh text you when I get home? I- I have your number now so we can do that and only if you want to-” Bram chews on his lip as he looks around before bringing Simon into a quick hug. “I’ll be waiting.”

They part and get into their respective cars, grinning like fools the whole drive home.

#love simon #My writing #fic #spierfeld #Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda spoilers #spoilers #Simon Spier #Bram Greenfeld #svthsa #love you shay #love you maud

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jennycalendar · 6 years

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regarding honor and honesty in the workplace (13/?)

read on ao3!

this chapter: giles and jenny have a heartfelt, honest conversation about their feelings. sorta.

from the personal files of Jenny Calendar:

For once, I’m just going to talk about the case, because my work life and my personal life as of late seem very closely intertwined, and I’m still not sure how I feel about that.

Rupert talked to Professor Burkle at the lecture while I was off on a small personal excursion, and he scheduled a meeting for all three of us. Professor Burkle, according to him, seemed somewhat unnerved by Rupert’s mention of Wolfram and Hart, and only agreed to meet with him under the condition that it was in a crowded public place; Rupert’s hypothesis is that she knows something of value to us, and he’s concerned that she won’t be able to disclose any confidential information in a place where we might be overheard, but I pointed out that a meeting might build trust between us and Professor Burkle.

We’re bringing Buffy and Willow along again, mostly because, since they’re so close to Professor Burkle in age, we feel that they’ll make the situation seem safer for her. Hopefully that’s a good plan.

“Okay,” said Jenny, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she pulled on her jeans, “I’m thinking that cheesy diner by my apartment, six pm? I know you’re big on high-end establishments, but I think it’s time I bring you to a place where I can actually pay for your dinner.”

“I’m not dating you for your money, sweetie,” Lilah quipped with a laugh. “But if you’re hell-bent on being the breadwinner—”

“C’mon, Lilah, this is the kind of thing love interests do for each other,” Jenny persisted, grinning. “Just let me treat you at least once. You’ll be able to make it?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Lilah answered. “You sure this won’t be a problem with Rupert?”

“Oh, the Professor Burkle thing should be over pretty quick,” Jenny replied. “And if it’s looking like it might take a little longer, I’ll do my best to let you know in a timely manner.” Stepping into her shoes, she added, “Have a good day at work, by the way.”

“Right back at you,” said Lilah with a smile in her voice, and hung up.

Jenny leaned against the wall, grinning, and might have stayed there longer had Rupert not called from the other side of the door, “Much as I endeavor to support your newfound romantic pursuits, Jenny, we are running late as it is, so—”

“I got it,” Jenny called back, pocketing her phone and hurrying out of her bedroom to join Rupert, who was giving her an unusually genuine long-suffering look. “Listen,” she said, feeling suddenly awkward, “if you’d just get yourself some cute girlfriend or guy-friend to date, you would understand why these phone calls are a necessity.”

“I thoroughly doubt that,” said Rupert, stepping forward to adjust Jenny’s jacket. She batted his hands away, then caught them in hers, grinning. “Stop,” he said indignantly, trying to tug his hands free, “your collar wasn’t straight, and don’t you dare say that you aren’t either because you’ve absolutely ruined that joke for me.”

Jenny, a little hurt by the brush-off, squeezed his hands, then let go. Rupert still looked somewhat troubled, but honestly, she had no idea what was going on in his head as of late, and she wasn’t sure how to press the subject. “So are Buffy and Willow meeting us at the Espresso Pump?” she inquired. “Or should we drive by your place and pick them up?”

“Neither!” called Buffy’s voice from the living room, followed by a giggle from Willow. “Incidentally, Jenny, you take forever to get ready.”

“This coming from the girl who took four hours to get dressed for senior prom?” Rupert called over his shoulder. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten that, Buffy, I have not.” He turned back to Jenny, grinning smugly as an indignant Buffy entered the hallway. “I assume you remember Buffy’s prom,” he said.

“Yeah,” said Jenny, biting back a laugh, “that night you got super wasted on spiked senior-prom punch and knocked over the buffet table, right?”

Buffy started laughing.

“That was what happened?” Willow said with breathless glee, tucking her arm into Buffy’s.

“Right,” said Rupert. “We’re all leaving. Jenny, you’re not to tell the girls any stories that are—”

“True?”

“Incriminating,” said Rupert, but he was very clearly hiding a smile, which made Jenny feel a little better.

Professor Burkle was sitting in the Espresso Pump when they arrived, looking very small and shy—much more like a girl than a professor, in Jenny’s opinion. Her eyes flitted from Jenny to Rupert to Buffy, but when she saw Willow, her entire face lit up. “Willow Rosenberg!” she gasped. “Golly, the entire faculty is abuzz when it comes to your talent in programming!”

Willow ducked her head, grinning. “Aww, thanks!” she said brightly, and sat down in the chair next to Professor Burkle. “And wow, coming from you, that’s such a compliment! I mean, you’re the youngest professor in—”

“California history, yeah,” Professor Burkle answered with a self-deprecating laugh, “but it’s still a little bit nerve-wracking to be working with so many people who are more than twice my age. I always feel way behind the curve.” She smiled shyly up at Rupert and Jenny. “Y’all should’ve told me that Willow Rosenberg was your daughter!” she said, a laugh in her voice. “I’d never have been so nervous if I knew I’d be meeting Willow’s parents.”

“Oh, Willow isn’t—” Jenny began, heart jumping.

“We’re not—” Rupert added, blushing furiously.

“Giles is my dad,” Buffy said, and when Rupert gave her a wide-eyed look, she amended, “I mean, technically speaking, he adopted me and Dawn a few years ago, but he’s, like, the best dad I’ve ever had. So.” And she directed her nervous grin at a nearby piece of art.

Rupert blinked, then smiled softly, reaching out and pulling Buffy into a clumsy, one-armed hug.

“Rupert and I are business partners,” said Jenny weakly, still a little flustered by Professor Burkle’s initial assumption. Normally, this sort of thing didn’t rattle her as much, but her dynamic with Rupert didn’t feel quite as partners-in-crime anymore (more like partners in confusion, if anything). “We thought it might help a little to bring along Buffy and her girlfriend to make this feel a little less like a few shady old-timers asking you questions.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” said Professor Burkle, looking genuinely grateful. “Honestly, I kinda was a bit worried—there’ve been a lot of shady people poking their noses around my classroom, lately. I was starting to think you were one of them.”

Jenny and Rupert exchanged a look as they sat down next to Willow and Buffy. Tentatively, Rupert said, “So, um, Professor Burkle—about Wolfram and Hart—?”

Professor Burkle’s smile flickered. “Well,” she said. “That—isn’t exactly a fun story, and I’m not sure if I feel quite ready to share it just yet without knowing why I’m telling y’all in the first place.”

“Wait,” said Jenny, turning to Rupert. “You told her who we are, right?”

Rupert, looking sheepish, opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Buffy answered cheerfully, “He just kinda went up and asked Professor Burkle if she’d be okay meeting up with all of us to discuss some important covert matters, and then Professor Burkle said no, and then I went up and told Professor Burkle that we’re not from Wolfram and Hart, and then everything turned out okay!”

“Oh, god,” Jenny said, exasperated. “Rupert, in terms of trying to get someone to meet with you and not look shifty and weird, that’s kind of a catastrophic disaster.”

“Well, it wouldn’t have been so much of a catastrophic disaster if you hadn’t been off with your girlfriend,” said Rupert somewhat defensively. “You—you can’t just throw me into—”

“You said you were fine about me and Lilah!”

“I didn’t say exactly that, Jenny, what I said was—”

“You implied you were fine, and it’s not fair to—”

Buffy cleared her throat very loudly. “Hey, guys,” she said, “if you’re done being weirdly combative, we do have some questions to ask Professor Burkle, right?”

Jenny opened her mouth, about to either apologize or ask a few questions about why the hell Rupert couldn’t just make up his mind on whether or not he was fine with Lilah. Before she could say anything at all, Rupert said roughly, “Excuse me,” and got up, hurrying away from the table and out of the café.

It took Jenny a moment to register what had just happened, and another moment to realize what she had to do. Hurriedly, she said, “Um, you girls get us some drinks, okay? We’ll pay you back after the meal,” and jumped up to follow Rupert outside.

Rupert was leaning against the side of the wall, hands in his pockets, looking thoroughly miserable. Jenny felt her heart twist in her chest as she stepped up next to him. “Come here often?” she said lightly.

“Jenny, please, I can’t—” Rupert’s voice shook, his eyes fixed on a point across the street.

Jenny exhaled. “I’m sorry,” she said. “My default approach to uncomfortable situations is to be inappropriately quippy.”

Rupert nodded, looking down. Then he said, “I’m sorry too.”

“For what?”

“Fuck if I know,” said Rupert tiredly. “I just—wish there weren’t so many new variables, lately.”

Jenny sighed. “I thought you were okay with Lilah,” she said.

“I want to be,” said Rupert, who still didn’t seem able to look at her. “Really, Jenny, she’s—she’s perfectly lovely, she’s quite charming, and I’m always happy when you’re happy, it’s just—” He exhaled. “I like the way things are,” he said. “With us. And I know that’s—that’s selfish, and that this sort of family thing isn’t the right thing for both of us when we aren’t even dating, and I—”

Jenny didn’t know what to say. Rupert was right. Their working relationship wasn’t really what either of them wanted, even if neither of them really wanted to admit what they did want. Jenny wanted to be with Lilah, and Rupert—didn’t seem able to consider dating anyone, but that was a different problem right now. “You’re important to me,” she said quietly. “How about we start with that and go from there?”

“Seems like a reasonable place to start,” Rupert agreed quietly, eyes fixed on the sidewalk. Subtly, his hand left his pocket, moving to brush against Jenny’s. “Should we, um, go back in?”

Jenny smiled tiredly, taking Rupert’s hand. “Yeah,” she said, and cleared her throat. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Professor Burkle, Buffy, and Willow were all in an animated, giggly discussion regarding cute college girls (“though, don’t get me wrong, boys are excellent too,” Buffy was saying to Professor Burkle), but the conversation quieted as Jenny and Rupert sat back down.

“You guys okay?” Buffy asked lightly, but there was genuine concern in her eyes.

“We’re working things out,” Jenny answered, smiling hesitantly up at Rupert, who squeezed her hand. “Sorry about this,” she added to Professor Burkle. “Not exactly the most professional behavior.”

“Oh, it’s okay!” said Professor Burkle, who was looking significantly more at ease. “Gave me some time to chat with these lovely ladies, and let me tell you, Mr. Giles, your daughter is absolutely wonderful.”

“I’m afraid I can’t take credit for any of that,” quipped Rupert lightly, sitting down in the chair next to Buffy’s. Jenny followed suit, taking a sip of the black coffee Buffy had gotten her. “Professor Burkle, Ms. Calendar and I have been hired by Lilah Morgan—”

Professor Burkle’s smile immediately faded. “Lilah Morgan?” she echoed.

“Look, I know this is probably going to sound a little surprising,” said Jenny carefully, “but Lilah’s had a change of heart. She’s sent us in because she wants us to build a case that’ll help take down Wolfram and Hart.”

Professor Burkle still wasn’t smiling. “Y’all seem nice,” she said finally, “but I don’t think you realize what you’ve gotten yourself tangled up in.” Rummaging in her satchel, she fished out a twenty and shoved it onto the table. “I’m sorry about this,” she said. “Keep the change.” Without another word, she got up, hurrying out of the café.

“Okay,” said Jenny uncertainly. “That’s not exactly a good sign.”

“Maybe it’s too soon to say this, Jenny,” said Buffy, “but I’m sorta of the mind that you should find someone to date who doesn’t freak people out.” As she gave a predictably-flustered Rupert a significant look, Jenny was already out of her seat and following Professor Burkle out the door.

Professor Burkle turned, looking first startled and then a little sad. “I can’t help you,” she said. “I really am sorry.”

“Is it a trust thing?” Jenny asked, polite but steely. “Professor Burkle, I’ve got over a decade of experience in this profession. I’ve got case files that document the fact that I don’t take cases I don’t personally believe in. If there’s anything I can do to make you believe me—”

“It’s not a trust thing,” said Professor Burkle, and the nervousness in her voice was gone. “Lilah Morgan made my friend disappear off the face of the earth. If you’re working with her to bring up a case against Wolfram and Hart, I have evidence, but I sure as hell hope that it’d put that woman in jail for a long time.”

#fic #regarding honor and honesty in the workplace #looking at this now i realize it reads as a Big Reveal #but honestly? this is sorta like that one lil pebble before a giant avalanche

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not-close-to-straight · 7 years

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Appointment with Loki (Part 3)

MASTERLIST HERE. *******************

It's been a week and you still tremble just a little, squirm in your seat just a little, maybe need to fan yourself the tiniest bit when you think of your appointment with Loki.

When Alyssa asked about the dress fitting, you had shrugged and said he had been too busy to fit you in, and then you had had to talk her out of calling and chewing him out. This is why I don't lie. You think for the thousandth time as she bitches about it again. But it's not like you could just tell your cousin that instead of getting the perfect dress made for her first big summer party, you had let the designer lay you out on his chaise lounge and absolutely--

And now I need to leave the room. You put your silverware down and got up from the table, ready to flee to your upstairs room and…well… knowing your face is stained red, which makes your thoughts even worse because he loves the way you blush and now you are officially unable to carry on any more conversation.

“Oh wait!” Alyssa calls and you try so hard not to snap at her, because you need to leave now. “I finally got ahold of Loki, and he needs me in for my first official fitting for my wedding dress. I told him that he needed to fit you in as well. So we are leaving in just a few minutes.”

Fuck me. You think and then promptly shake your head because oh that image in your head just won't go away.

“That's fine.” You reply through clenched teeth, because saying no would not only piss your sweet but entirely high maintenance cousin off, but you really do need the dress done, and even though you are just on this side of terrified to be in the same room him… well you're a grown ass adult and you can handle it.

~~~~ Actually, no, perhaps you can't handle this.

Just walking back into the shop has your back tensing and fingers shaking, and Loki isn't even in the room. Instead it's that cute little assistant of his, Darcy, and she smiles at you like she's never seen you before in her life, and you silently give a prayer of thanks to whichever god might be listening.

She is chattering at Alyssa, gushing over how perfect the wedding dress will be, and how Mr Laufeyson was so excited for Alyssa to see it for the first time.

“And where is he?” Alyssa asks in that haughty tone you have secretly dubbed her ‘I need to speak to the manager tone’ because it usually precluded some poor salesperson or waitress getting yelled at.

“Oh, he is just running an errand and--”

“Ah, my lovely Lady Alyssa, how are you?” Loki interrupts smoothly as he comes in the front door, and there. it. is. Definitive proof that you don't even need to see the man to react to him, oh no, that low ridiculous voice will do the job.

You close your eyes and bite your lips and count to ten before turning to smile at him.

And maybe you imagine it, honestly you must be imagining it, because it seems as if his sure smooth stride falters just a bit, and perhaps there's just a slight hitch in his step when his eyes meet yours.

But you can't say either way, because he is standing right in front of Alyssa, reaching for her hands to kiss and telling her how beautiful she looks today and how much she will love the dress, and Alyssa is blushing prettily and giggling back at him and you might as well be fourteen again, standing in the background of a party while everyone flocks to the pretty and charming and fucking adorable Alyssa.

Please let this floor just swallow me up. You think, wanting to scream and curse because obviously the insufferable prick is this way with every lady who comes in his store, and you had been swooning over him all week. And you wish that maybe you had worn something other than a flowy tank top and leggings, because while being comfortable had seemed like a great idea, maybe he would have at least spared you a glance if you'd been nearly busting from a tiny summer dress like Alyssa was.

“I really must apologize,” he was saying in that perfect fucking tone, and Alyssa was acting as if she hadn't been furious with him for days. “I'm afraid when you sent your lovely cousin to me--” your head swivels around because what? “I was just… caught up in something else entirely.” And now he's looking at you, even if he is still holding her hands, and that deep green gaze refuses to let you go. “I'm afraid I was completely selfish to her, and she was an absolute darling and forgave me anyway.”

Fuck fuck fuck. Because he could only be talking about that one thing when you were up against the wall, and oh you can feel the blush climbing your cheeks and oh did he just bite his lip?

“But I must insist on making it up to you, of course. I did have so many plans for you, my dear, and we barely got to any of them.” And now he is not only looking but talking directly to you, and you just want to melt.

But you don't. Grown ass adult and all that. Instead you take his hand when he reaches for you, and he draws it up to his mouth to press a kiss to it and you swear his tongue flicks out to slide between your fingers, but that--that's crazy right? That a little thing like that would send sparks zinging through you?

“Alyssa, sweetheart, let Darcy take you back to the fitting room and help you with your dress. Just call when you are ready, won't you?”

“You won't be helping me?” Alyssa asks in surprise, and you want to ask the same thing, except he is still holding your hand, and rubbing his thumb against your palm and your brain is completely off line, and you just want to stare at his body wrapped in a black silk shirt and black pants because oh my god.

“Now, darling, you know I have a policy against being alone with my clients. Causes people to talk and all that.” He say smoothly and Alyssa shrugs, and you have to act like he hadn't spent your entire appointment alone and mostly naked with you, because wow that would set Alyssa off.

“But I've been coming to you for years.” She pouts. “Surely you know by now I won't scream harassment simply because you see me in my delicates.” And the girl bats her eyelashes at him, and he just smiles and calls for his assistant.

“We have much to discuss if you want your cousin to have a perfect wardrobe for the summer.” He encourages as Darcy leads Alyssa from the room. “So she and I will simply talk boring details, and when you are ready we will join you in the back.”

Alyssa shoots me an apologetic look over her shoulder, and you realize that she thinks she is leaving you in an awkward situation. You'd never been the smoothest when it comes to men, and she is feeling sorry for you.

Well she can suck it because you can one hundred percent handle this situation.

“Hello, then, darling.” His voice softens and he presses your hand to his lips again and you one hundred percent cannot handle this situation. “You’ll forgive me for not calling? I was rather… distracted at the end our last meeting and didn't realize the only number I have for you belongs to the lovely bride, and it it would be just the height of rudeness to call her and ask for you, wouldn't it?”

“It's all good.” Is all you manage to say, and promptly roll your eyes at yourself because honestly. “I swear I actually have a wonderful grasp of the English language.” You explain, completely exasperated at yourself. “I just--you know...tongue tied around you.”

“I find myself in the same predicament.” He promises and you roll your eyes again, because no one who can say predicament could possibly be tongue tied.

“You hide it better than I do.” You say with a short laugh, and his lips curl into that entirely distracting half smile and he places your hand on his chest, right over his heart, and your eyes widen because it is beating out of control and it's obviously because of you.

“Oh.” You say and your voice trembles and god you wish you were better at this flirting thing.

“If I could feel your heart,” his other hand comes up to just lightly brush the strap of your tank top, just lightly against your shoulder. “If I could feel your heart, would it be racing as well? Could it be, darling, that you are just as affected as I?”

He is already leaning down to kiss you, but stops just above your mouth, and you try unsuccessfully to muffle a frustrated noise.

“I love the noises you make.” He says with a teasing smile, “but I don't want to assume anything and perhaps be mistaken. Would you let me kiss you, on your lips, my pet? Or perhaps just your cheek? I would love either option. But, oh, what about here?” He trails long fingers down the column of your neck and your head tilts back automatically. “Good girl, you remember how much I like that.” He murmurs and shifts closer, and really the whole ‘good girl’ thing should irritate you, but coming from him it's an endearment, and you aren't about to tell him no. Not to anything.

“May I, sweetheart?” He asks again, because he's still waiting for your permission and you can't find anything clever or romantic to say, so you use your default and just nod.

He smiles like he knows that he has pulled every word from your brain, and closes the distance, bringing your mouths together in an entirely too short kiss, and when he lifts his head, you are gripping his stupid silk shirt with both hands to pull him down for another.

“Little minx, we can't. Not here.” He says with a shake of his dark head. His hair is straight and perfectly in place today and you wonder if he would let you muss it again. “Even though the idea of having to wait to be right here again--” he drags the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip “--is very nearly excruciating, I feel as if the bride would have a fit if she caught us.”

“She totally would.” You admit. “She doesn't share attention very well.”

“Growing up, I imagine she hated to be in your shadow.” He still hasn't moved away from you, but you actually laugh because his statement is so ridiculous.

“Oh god no.” You shake your head vehemently. “No, Alyssa has always been the pretty one. I just tag along for the ride.”

“It distresses me that you feel as if you are second to her.” He says thoughtfully, and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “When you are so obviously--”

“You don't have to flatter me. It's fine. I have a pretty giant crush on you, the charm and all that isn't super necessary to get me in bed again.” You interrupt, and seriously it's like you are trying to sabotage this, but he simply raises an elegant brow, unfazed by your blunt words.

“You honestly have no idea how beautiful you are, do you? Surely you have noticed the way men stare. Even women. I do believe Darcy is quite sweet on you. And of course, you know that I--” he cups your jaw and kisses you again, and he slides a hand over your hips and up your back until he can wrap his fingers through your hair and tug your head back until you are opening your mouth on a gasp and he is surging inside to taste you and quite possibly mark you because he bites your lip hard enough to make it sting, hard enough that you draw back with a surprised little yelp. “Surely you know that just the sight of you is enough to send my heart racing? And of course, you know you could force me to my knees with just your lovely mouth.” He whispers against your skin and a tremor rolls through you, and he moans just soft enough for you to hear. “You must know that even the barest touch of your hand on my flesh is enough to bring my release.”

Holy freaking-- are voice kinks a thing? the question is flying through your mind, because whether they are or not, you have definitely developed a voice kink for this man.

And he just smiles that half smile again, as if he can read your thoughts and brings you in closer to him, pressing you against his body until you are close enough to feel exactly how much he wants you, and when you whimper, and rolls your hips into his, those eyes darken to nearly black.

“My love, I think I need you right now.” He breathes and is pulling you towards a wall, towards a corner of the store you can't see from the window, and of course you are letting him, because screw Alyssa you are most definitely going to let him take you again, whether she is trying on a wedding dress or--

“Mr Laufeyson, we are ready for you.” Perky, friendly Darcy has opened the door to the hallway and Loki stops instantly, and is smoothly herding you towards the back rooms, not even breathing hard in the slightest, while you are overly glad for your tank top falling below your hips because you're in white leggings and don't really need Alyssa knowing how close you were to needing a change of clothes.

Loki smiles at Darcy, and you bare your teeth in something like a smile, because she could be the perkiest, friendliest girl in the world and you still kind of want to throw her through a window for interrupting.

But oh Alyssa's dress is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, and she is just beaming and vibrant and you feel bad for not having been focused on her this entire time.

“You're beautiful.” You tell her, and there are definitely tears in your eyes.

“Don't make me cry.” She scolds. “My mascara will run.”

There she is. You roll your eyes and he catches it and just grins at you, before moving forward to devote all his attention to the bride, because that's really how it should be, after all.

When they are finished, and Alyssa is back in her regular clothes, he kisses both her cheeks and tells her it will be a few more weeks to get the final details sewn into the gown, then there will be just a few final fittings before the big day.

“I'm rather pressed for time,” he says to her, but is looking at you. “So perhaps tomorrow evening, we can finalize something for this sweet girl to wear?” Alyssa nods, and you nod as well, because it's not like you are going to tell him no. “Around six then, if that's alright with you, darling. I'll pull several designs and we can find the perfect one for you.”

“What material did you decide on?” Alyssa asks you then, because just this morning you had been complaining how uncomfortable most dress clothes were and how you wished you could wear denim. She had calmly threatened to kick you out of her wedding if you even considered wearing denim to any of her parties and you had just made a face and kept eating waffles.

“Oh, I do think we decided on silk.” He says and Alyssa grins, evidently pleased, and completely missing the reason your face flames red.

“Silk is perfect! It will look great on you!”

“It really is perfect.” He agrees and you look away so you won't say anything stupid, because it's bad enough you are blushing like this.. “Really,” and his voice depends just enough that your eyes flutter close for a second. “A wonderful choice. Silk is without a doubt my favorite material.”

“Alyssa.” You clear your throat, changing the subject and not even caring how obvious it is. “We have to meet your parent remember? Dinner? Finalizing wedding plans.”

“Ah, that's why you're the maid of honor! I would never be anywhere on time!” She cries and rushes away and Loki sends you a heated look as she leaves.

“Till tomorrow then, darling?”

In another example of your wonderful handle on words, you grin like a loon and reply, “Sounds like a party.”

And you can hear that toe curling, hot flash inducing laugh all the way out the door.

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#loki #lokixreader #loki fic #tailor shop au #he is the best tailor ever

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