#spierfeld fics

[artsy-schmidt]

Can anyone help me find a fanfic, it’s a collection of first between Simon Spier and Bram Greenfeld,it starts while they are still in high school and continues into their college years. I think it was deleted off of AO3 but if anybody saved it or remembers the author that would be amazing!

#spierfeld #simon spier #bram greenfeld #love simon #simon vs thsa #simonverse #fanfic #spierfeld fics

[nhasablogg]

Tickletober Day 7 - Massage

Fandom: Love Simon

Characters: Simon/Bram

Summary: Simon gives Bram a massage. It ends up being gigglier than he thought.

Words: 643

[Tickletober prompts]

Simon loved post-soccer evenings with Bram. Mostly because Bram was exhausted and became perpetually needy, clinging to Simon as if his life depended on it, with arms and legs wrapped around him as they watched a movie or simply just existed.

That evening was different. Bram was complaining about an aching back and general soreness, having not had enough time to warm up due to running a bit late.

“I could give you a massage,” Simon offered, feeling suddenly shy.

Bram flushed too, something brief that mostly announced itself from him averting his eyes. “You’d do that?”

“Of course.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “I think I’d like that.”

Even though they’d been together for a while now their relationship still had continuous firsts, and this was the first time Simon would give him a massage, and so he nervously hovered over his bare back for a moment, trying to remember how the hell one is supposed to place their hands.

“Is this okay?” he asked, pressing his thumbs into Bram’s shoulder blades and earning a groan in return.

“Yes,” he said, burying his face in his arms.

“Is the pressure good?”

“Yes.”

Simon spent a moment trying to learn Bram’s body in order to help fix it; letting his hands move over the curve of his lower back, over the knots in his shoulder blades (he would focus on them later) and up to the soft skin of his shoulders. The ache, Bram informed him, was somewhere to his right side, shooting up in a way that made him tense, and so Simon eventually started kneading over it with his palm, dragging out the skin just enough to try to loosen it up and get his blood circulation going. Or something. He was no expert.

“Is this okay?” he asked again and Bram nodded, too busy with breathing loudly to reply.

Simon tried to switch tactics, figuring he would ease the pain more quickly if he pressed his thumb into the flesh, wiggling it lightly so as not to hurt him, but Bram’s breathing turned into something choppy, with a whine to finish it off.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry-” Simon started, but Bram was quick to reassure, knowing just how much he could overthink.

“It just tickled, don’t worry.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Simon knew he was ticklish to a certain extent, but Bram was the one who had a tendency to attack him more in that playful manner, leaving him giggly and jumpy and unable to even think of revenge. Simon briefly toyed with the idea of tickling him now, because it would be so easy to lightly trail his fingers over the exposed skin.

But Bram was tired and in pain and trusting him, so Simon resumed his massaging. It seemed to tickle Bram enough anyway, if the way he was giggling was any indication.

“That’s cute,” he said, rubbing his palm over the skin as if to rub out the ticklish sensation for him.

Bram groaned. “I didn’t think it would tickle this much.”

“I’m not even doing it on purpose.”

“I know, I can tell. It’s weird. Remind me to not go to you next time I need a foot massage.”

Simon gave a laugh. “Aw, come on. I’m nice.”

“I can only imagine how bad this would be if you were evil.”

“I think you might just be a little too ticklish for your own good, Bram.”

“Hey, watch your mouth, Si. I know all your spots.”

“And I’m sitting on top of you.”

Bram turned to catch his eye. He was smiling, all laughter lines and scrunched up face. “Okay, okay, please show some mercy.”

Simon leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re so cute.”

“Says you.”

“I do. Now relax.”

Bram certainly tried, but the remainder of the massage was still giggly, but only just.

#tickling #ticklish!bram #spierfeld #spierfeld fic #augtickletober2022 #love simon #tickletober day 7 #n writes

[stevethehairington]

ALWAYS got questions for you 💞💞 (for the questions for fic writers game)

2, 4 (for if you have a minute), 10, 12, 17, 34, 45

(OH NO THERE ARE SO MANY OF THESE I WANT TO ASK YOU)

slkdgsd HI THANK YOU FOR THESE!!! 💞💞 SO sorry it took me so long to reply, i was not online very much this past weekend! BUT!

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

1. fluff 2. first kiss 3. alternate universe - modern setting 4. love confessions 5. smut

i absolutely think these accurately represent my writing habits haha. i am alllllllll about writing those soft, sweet, tooth-rottingly fluffy moments so yeah that FITS that it's my number one tag. and i do feel like i write a LOT of first kiss/love confession fics so that also makes sense that it makes the top 5! the alternate universe - modern setting tag i know for certain comes from the fact that i wrote a TON of fics for stucky and i even though i did like writing pre-war stucky fics, my favorite thing to do was to play outside of canon more with them, so most of my fics ended up being like no serum/powers and set in current times, so that's why that tag was used so much. i will say that i am surprised that the smut tag makes the top 5 lol. i feel like i don't write that much smut?? but i guess maybe i do? granted, it's only listed as being used 11 times out of my 94 fics so yeah that really isn't a lot lol. but yeah! i guess tha's a thing!

4. What detail in if you have a minute are you really proud of?

ooh, okay. there were a few lines in particular in this fic that i really really loved and am really partial to, BUT i have to say that i am actually really proud of how i managed to make the screaming at the lake part not give off that like hide-your-face-in-your-hands second hand embarrassment kind of cringe vibe. (at least i don't think i did LOL). it would be very easy, in my opinion, to tip over into that second hand embarrassment kind of side of things with a scene like that, and i think i did a good job of like not going there, and making it more serious even if it is still a little goofy to be just shouting at a lake. i like to think that that scene ended up being very cathartic (it certainly felt that way to write!) so i'm pretty proud that i was able to put that down into words and elicit that feeling.

10. How do you decide what to write?

honestly, i don't really pick what to write — what i'm going to write picks me lol.

but it's usually just based on whatever ideas i have floating around my head when i'm wanting to write. the ideas can be inspired by a post i see, a song, someone's art, something that happens to me irl, another piece of media, something someone else says, a random thought i have, anything really.

if it's an idea i like, that i feel energetic about and am vibing with then i'll roll with it and try to write it. if i have multiple ideas at once (which like. is often lol) then i just go with whichever feels easiest to work on at the moment.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

hmmm, i think maybe soulmate aus? i didn't used to like those a whole lot, never thought i'd ever write one, but over the years i've started to read more of them, and funny enough, my favorite spierfeld fic that i wrote ended up being a soulmate au. i'm still not like the biggest reader of them, but i won't rule them out, and if they're done right (and bonus points for if they're done in a way that is different from all the rest!!) then they can be very good!

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

okay so i don't think this necessarily falls under the "you might be the only person to appreciate it" part of the question because i really don't think i would be the only person to appreciate it, BUT it is a highly specific au that i have been DREAMING about writing for literally years. i call it my "fake bbq master husband kidfic au" skjdflds.

idk if you've ever seen it but there's a post floating out there about these like 17 year olds who posted an ad on like craigslist or something looking for a "generic father figure for backyard bbq" aka someone to pretend to be their dad who likes to bbq and talk about "dad" things and such.

well. i saw this post whilst in the midst of my stucky era, and immediately thought of a fic where steve is a single dad, and he moves into this new neighborhood and he like meets some of his neighbors and panic invites them to a bbq at his house (despite being a shit cook and not knowing how to bbq) so they can all get to know each other and he makes the mistake of saying that he has a husband when, in fact, he does not. cue steve hitting up craigslist with this ad looking for someone to pretend to be his husband who knows how to grill and wants to do him a solid. enter: bucky barnes.

this fic really had it all. it had peggy being the mother of steve's child, but they amicably split and now peggy is with angie martinelli, and steve has full custody but they're still very involved with raising the daughter (ellie!); it had natasha and clint as neighbors, tony and pepper and their daughter morgan as neighbors (and also morgan ends up on the same soccer team as ellie); sam and riley as a couple + steve's friends before the move; carol and maria and their daughter monica. (and, like, most everyone is gay, if you can't tell LOL).

and yeah basically bucky responds to the ad, comes over to help with this bbq party, and ends up sweeping steve, his daughter, and all their neighbors/friends off of their feet, and he keeps finding excuses to come over and hang out with steve and ellie, and this fake relationship they crafted starts to turn into something real.

i still desperately want to one day write this fic, i think about it ALL the time, no joke. (or like tbh, it's au enough that i could even maybe turn it into an original fiction type of deal? but yeah who knows!! all i know is i really really want to write it one day!!)

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

ooh. well. DEFINITELY 100% the amount of yearning that is infused into my fics LOL. i am one Yearny Bitch™ so that is definitely a reflection of me. and like. i also crave domesticity ksngls so i tend to write a lot of that because if i can't get it anywhere else i know i can get it from my blorbos amiright? sdlkfsdf.

but also i did write several fics (i think most ended up being in my stucky era) that were directly inspired by my life. like, i wrote a whole entire fic based on the very real social experiment i ran in my psychology of law lab in college LOL.

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

i mean, i've been doing this for 6+ years so i really do feel like everything has improved. but that answer feels like cheating lol sooo i guess i'll be specific.

but. i do think i've gotten better at like writing more of the introspective stuff? like, i feel like a lot of my early fics were more focused on the actions and like the characters being like What Is Going On Around Me rather than What Is Going On In My Head. and i think now i can do the writing a character's thoughts and feelings much better and i can get pretty deep with it, too, if i want to take it that way. those kinds of things can really add to a fic too, so i'm glad that i've gotten better at writing them!

📝 questions for fic writers

#asks #toburnup

[spierfics]

Can you do a fic where Simon and Bram are hanging out at Bram’s house and a massive storm moves through and Simon finds out that Bram is terrified of them because of something that happened when he was a kid?

From Distant Drums - Spierfeld Fic

The uneasiness began when Bram heard the first rumble of thunder. It was far off in the distance, but Bram knew it would be a matter of time before he’d be in the middle of it. 

All alone.

His mother was out of town for the weekend, a “convention” she called it. But Bram knew it that sometimes the stress of everything got to her and she needed a getaway.

A flash of lightning caught his eye and Bram counted the seconds out loud to figure out how far the storm was; it was one of the coping mechanisms his father taught him.

“One, two thr-“ he whispered to himself when a considerably louder clap of thunder rendered him silent.

He wrapped himself in a throw blanket from the nearest sofa and grabbed his phone. If anything would distract him, this would.

Simon almost missed the texts on his phone, unable to hear the buzzing due to his Spotify playlist blasting through his headphones.

I need help

Bram? everything okay?

I’m sorry. That sounded overdramatic

you forget who you’re speaking to

what’s wrong?

I need a movie recommendation that will serve as a distraction and also make me laugh

bee movie

you answered that way too fast

really, Si?

yup. guaranteed to make you feel better. either you’ll appreciate it for its superior comedy or you’ll laugh at how dumb it is.

ok. I trust you

you haven’t been watching horror movies tonight have you? I know your mom’s at that convention.

no, it’s not that

what is it then?

Bram took a few moments to answer and it was then Simon learned he had a fear of storms. His next actions were instinctual, immediately running down the stairs and grabbing his car keys.

“Hey, bud? Need something from the car?”

His father was working in the office and had caught him in the foyer.

“Bram’s alone dad,” Simon answered.

“Still not hearing a case here,” Simon’s dad answered with a confused smile.

“His mom’s at a conference and he’s scared of storms. Like phobia-scared,” Simon glanced at his phone quickly to see if Bram had texted him again.

Jack took a deep breath, “Okay. Just let me drive you there,”

sorry. mom needed me to take bieber out.

in this storm??!

when bieber has his mind made up, nobody can convince him otherwise.

i see he got that from you :)

i gave him the skills he needed to survive in this world

Before Simon knew it, his father was turning into Bram’s driveway.

“Okay, I’m trusting you bud,”

“Thanks, dad,” Simon replied gathering his things. “Mom won’t mind, right?”

“I’ll cross that bridge for both of us,”

The sound of the doorbell was the last thing Bram expected to hear at this time of night. He was not proud of the yelp it produced, but Bram knew it was the nerves along with his imagination running wild. He could think of a hundred different scenarios which involved thunderstorms and murder, and they all started with a stranger at his door.

But Bram got the courage to rush to the window and pull back the curtains. There was no stranger at his doorstep, quite the opposite, but it was still someone who made Bram’s heart race.

“Surprise!” Simon said with a smile when Bram opened the door.

“What- How did you get here?” Bram looked outside. “You didn’t drive did you!?”

Even in this terrified state, Bram was still looking out for him. Simon shook his head, easing Bram’s worries. Well, at least some of them.

“You didn’t come all the way here for me did you?” Bram wondered sheepishly.

“Well I could have watched the Bee Movie by myself, but I realized that everything’s much better with you around,” Simon reached for Bram’s hand, squeezing him to let him know he wasn’t going anywhere.

They were happily distracted until halfway through the film when everything went dark.

Bram’s scream was accompanied with the thunder and Simon realized just how frightened Bram was.

“Hey, I’m here,” Simon mumbled softly, wrapping an arm around Bram’s waist. “I have an idea, but first…”

Simon reached for his phone, turning on the flashlight. “Better. Where’s yours?”

Bram turned on his flashlight and illuminated the room further.

“And now we head to the kitchen,” Simon explained.

Bram followed him closely, as they made their way to the kitchen. Simon found a pack of candles and a couple of flashlights.

Simon wondered if he should make a joke about candles and a romantic evening, but considering the state that Bram was in he decided against it. He had a better idea.

“Okay, we’re on a mission now,” Simon said seriously. “You need to point me in the direction of cocoa powder, milk, and mini-marshmallows if possible.

Bram was out of marshmallows, but they made do with the rest of the ingredients, and within ten minutes, the two of them made their way back to the living room with their own warm mugs of hot cocoa.

The sounds of the thunderstorm were slowly dissipating, but Simon insisted he was going to spend the night. They had made a make-shift bed in the living room, Bram didn’t have the nerve to go upstairs in the middle of the night.

Simon had been quiet for a while, and Bram had figured out why. They sat close together underneath a shared blanket, so Bram nudged him with his knee.

“Yeah?” Simon answered.

“You haven’t said anything for a while,”

“Just thinking,”

Yup. Bram’s inkling was confirmed. “You want to know why I’m so afraid of storms,”

“No! I mean, kind of. But then I also realized that you don’t necessarily need to have a reason, but…”

“Well that is true, but I do have a reason,” Bram said, and I don’t really know why I haven’t told you before. “I guess after every storm, I always feel like that’s the last time I’ll be scared of it, and I’m proven wrong again and again,”

“Bram…you don’t have to,”

“But I want to,” Bram said, setting aside his mug and grabbing Simon’s hands. “I feel like someday I’ll reveal too much and that would be the last straw for you,”

“Last straw?” Simon repeated, “Bram. Nothing about you will ever be a ‘last straw’ for me. There’s never been a ‘first straw’. There are no straws in this relationship,”

Bram laughed, Simon could always make him do that, laugh at the times he needed it most.

“Okay, so I was about eight-years-old, visiting my cousins’ place for the summer. It was one of those family gatherings where everybody stays in the same house and by the end of the week you all remember why you hate each other,”

Simon laughed but told Bram to continue.

“I was always the odd one out in my family, I guess.” Bram shrugged, and Simon could tell by his expression that this was something that still bothered him. “A scrawny little kid who always looked different than everyone on my mom’s side and my dad’s side,”

“Bram,” Simon mumbled softly, wanting nothing more than to hold him close at that moment.

“Anyways, there was this massive storm one night, and they ambushed me outside of the hallway bathroom,” Bram paused there for a second, but built up the nerve to continue. “They took me to the shed outside and bolted the door shut, I was there till morning when my mom found me,”

Bram could tell by the shaky breath Simon took that this was no easy story to listen to, Bram hated recounting it. But he also hated keeping something from Simon.

“Si?”

“I’d kill them,”

Bram couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, Simon sounded so uncharacteristically angry.

“They were kids,” Bram reasoned.

“So were you!” Simon said, louder than Bram had expected, and Simon immediately apologized. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so loud. But I do mean what I said, if I ever met your cousins, they’d need to watch their backs,”

“I’m over it,” Bram said, “Well. Not completely, obviously. Storms are still horrible for me, but I’ve forgiven them.”

“I have not,” Simon said stubbornly, causing Bram to once again laugh at his indignant attitude.

“I guess what scares me the most is being a fifty-year-old man who’s still terrified of storms,”

“Would it be too presumptuous of me to say that I’d still be there to comfort you?”

Bram felt his heart skip a beat, knowing that Simon had completely put himself out there for Bram’s sake at that moment.

He leaned in slowly and gave Simon a soft kiss. “Nope. In fact, the only thing that puts those fears to rest is imagining you right by my side,”

#xxxqueenvixenxxx #love simon #love simon fanfiction #love simon fanfic #svthsa #svthsa fanfiction #svthsa fanfic #simon vs the homosapiens agenda #simon x bram #spierfeld fics #spierfeld #spierfeld fanfiction

[go-catch-a-chickn]

adding a new ship to your regular fic reading be like:

oh yes, I need more (content)

oh no, I need more (time)

#the struggle is real #fic reading #reading #fanfics #newtmas #spierfeld #berlermo #snowbaz

[beeesworld]

Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Love Simon (2018), Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda - Becky Albertalli Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bram Greenfeld/Simon Spier, Nick Eisner/Abby Suso Characters: Simon Spier, Bram Greenfeld, Leah Burke, Abby Suso, Nick Eisner, Jack Spier, Mrs. Spier (Simonverse), Nora Spier, Alice Spier, Mr Greenfeld, Ms Greenfeld, Garrett, New Characters (Gasp), SURPRISE CAMEOS Additional Tags: Based on Love Simon, Falling In Love, Finding Confidence, Love, College Life, Future, proposal, Marriage, Marriage Proposal, Same-Sex Marriage Series: Part 1 of Bram & Simon's Excellent Adventure Summary:

The Shady Creek Gang is in their final year of college and ready for the next step and Simon has marriage on the brain.

*Post Cannon (w/o Leah on the Offbeat knowledge), a healthy mixture of 'Love, Simon' & 'Simon Vs' influence & a part of a balanced breakfast

#simon vs the homosapiens agenda #simon vs #fic rec #simonverse #simon x bram #spierfeld #simon spier #bram greenfeld

[onlyherefortheshowmances]

👻

👻- 2 or 3 sentences from something you haven’t posted yet.

“Simon,” he breathes. He says my name with such care; it sort of breaks me every time. “Simon,” he says again and he’s looking at me with these soft eyes and a ridiculous grin and his face is soaked with tears.

#awholehalfalready #spierfeld #fic excerpt #this is from my simonverse continuation fic #it's from a long time from where i'm at though #svthsa #asks #answered #writing asks

[aro-eli]

Lmao guess who's aro af and irl a little bit romance repulsed, but often loves romantic fluffy fics!

#aromantic #aro #actually aro #eli speaks #just read a bunch of cute spierfeld fics and awww i love it #but also not always and i on some level hate it #ugh complicated relationships with fanfic!

[cutebramspierfeld]

Spierfeld Fic Recs

Hey guys sorry this took a little longer today than I meant it too. 

All of these fics are from AO3. I just want to make that clear before I start. These fics are all from AO3. Some of them I read a while ago and may have already rec’d, but they’re all amazing just the same.

Okay. Lets get started.

Edit: Got alittle longer than I thought so a read more was in order

Remember When We First Met - Effervestcentword

Summary: “Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm,” Bram mumbled in return. He sounded so sleepy, and Simon would be lying if he said it wasn’t the cutest thing he’d ever heard. He flipped around gently so he could face Bram, their noses almost touching now.

“When we were at the carnival you said you were seeing what you wanted to see when you thought Jacques was me. What did that mean?“

And It's Such a Rollercoaster - deathbyjumpingfrenchman

Summary:  And, well. Even if Simon wasn’t drunk, he’s pretty sure he’d still be weak to the charms and the effervescent pull of Bram Greenfeld, because he steps forward and leans in and even though he reeks of alcohol and bad decisions, he presses his lips to Bram’s. *** Or, where Simon comes out on his own terms at Bram's Halloween party, and something a bit unexpected happens.

He’s Blue - whichlights

Summary:  Simon's always wondered what it would be like to see blue.

Ferris Wheel Kisses and Moments of Complete Bliss - neversleepingalwaysdreaming

Summary: There were so many people. He couldn’t do this. This was too much pressure. He looked over and saw Simon sitting on the Ferris Wheel, looking devastated and tired and Bram’s heart broke. He walked towards the front of the group of people. Could he do this? Was he ready?

Cute Bram Greenfeld - I_am_a_Rain

Summary: little snippets of what's going on with Bram in the book. 

“I think you should know that even though I didn’t realize it was you, I still called you Cute Bram Greenfeld.”

We Pick Ourselves Undone - ginnydear

Summary:  Simon and Bram, and the little things their friends see.

The Only One My Arms Will Hold - EvensDramaticShenanigans

Summary: The one where Simon asks Bram to Homecoming. 

College, Coffee, and Crushes - nameless_wanderer

Summary:  Simon arrives at his lecture class fifteen minutes too early. But that's okay because soon he's joined by Bram Greenfeld. The two quickly become friends, trying to survive college one cup of coffee at a time, and hoping that maybe, just maybe, their crushes will turn into something more.

I Am Very Much In Love With You -  bellasgonemissing

Summary: Simon and Bram talk about their feelings.

So Into You I Can Barely Breathe - ginnydear

Summary: “So, where’s your friend today?” Nick asks, and Simon pointedly doesn’t look up at him.

“You’re my friend and you’re right here,” Simon replies, to which Nick laughs.

“You know who I’m talking about,” Nick says, low enough that it’s just meant for Simon. Looking up from the book, Simon grabs his coffee cup and brings it to his lips. He stares Nick down as he takes a sip.

a 'fake dating' au where simon's oblivious and bram's cute.

Only In My Dreams - BramSpierfeld 

Summary: Phantom lips kiss his neck and Simon can't help but wonder who they belong to. 

Or the one where soulmates can feel each other's fantasies.

Blueish -  someofthissomeofthat11011

Summary:  In the cafeteria, Simon and Nick don’t leave the table after Martin steals one of Abby’s fries. So Simon is there when Martin makes his joke and when Bram practically starts choking on his fries, Simon discovers who he is.

I Never Want To Leave This Sunset Town -  bluesapphic

Summary: Simon and Bram talk about college, missing scene from Leah on the Offbeat. Spoilers for Leah on the Offbeat.

Does Buying Books and Coffee Count As Flirting? -  Shadowmightwrite17

Summary: Bram spends entirely too much of his paycheck at Barnes and Noble, and it has nothing to do with the cute boy working at the cash register with 'Jacques' on his name tag.

A bookstore/coffee shop AU

The Hunt For Blue -  someofthissomeofthat11011

Summary: What if people try to figure out who Blue is after that post in August?

A Long Way From the Playground - ginnydear 

Summary: Simon and Bram meet at summer camp when they’re ten years old. They spend their summers in the grass, trading secrets and growing together.

Barack, It’s Me, Jacques -  plantinthecorner (spierfxld)

Summary: Instead of revealing identities on the ferris wheel, Simon manages to drunkenly announce his secret to Bram at the Halloween party.

Or

Simon doesn't walk in on Bram making out with that girl, and this opens an opportunity for his drunken self to strike.

Dearly Beloved -  spiffymittens

Summary:  Simon’s throat closed up. He swallowed hard, took Bram’s face in his hands. “We’ll be fine,” he said firmly. “We’re together, that’s the most important thing, right?” Bram nodded, pressed his lips into a thin line and looked up at the ceiling as he tried to control his tears.

I Will Find Any Way to Your Wild Heart -  BellarmyBlake

Summary:  Okay, so two things totally sucked. Number one, Simon had to get up; it was family dinner night and Alice was visiting, so his entire family would murder him if he skipped that. Number two, it was fucking cold, and he’d forgotten his sweater at school.

A Flower In His Lapel -  10MonthDay (AwwKeyboardNo)

Summary: I'm just going to do it. Even though my throat is tight with nerves and a sick coil is building in my gut, I’m going to come out and say it.

Hah, come out.

--

Simon comes out to his friends before Martin outs him, and that makes all the difference in the world.

It's Not Enough That He Did It, It's How He Did it -  Shadowmightwrite17

Summary:  Bram finds Simon crying outside the theater and comforts him as Simon tells him all the things that went wrong. Bram can't imagine all Simon has gone through, and it gives him courage to do the thing he's wanted to for weeks now.

Dropping Hints -  someofthissomeofthat11011

Summary:  Simon and Bram are paired up to work on a project in English right after winter break. They have about three weeks to work on the project in class and they really get to know each other in that time. Bram starts to drop hints left and right, but Simon is kind of oblivious.

You Love Me? - churchofapathy

Summary:  Simon and Bram say 'I love you" for the first time.

Now It’s Hard To Breathe -  nic_96

Summary:  The one where they are Just Friends in college. Simon has no idea what he is doing. Bram is far too well adjusted. Notes are left behind after one night stands, too much tequila is drank and everything seems to fall into place.

Truth Runs Wild -  furyofthetimelords

Summary: “Can I kiss you?” Bram asks breathlessly.

Simon nods, not quite trusting himself to say anything.

...

At Bram's Halloween party, things go a little differently

It's Not Your Hands, Searching Slow in The Dark -  ghostemo

Summary: God, you’d think being in love with the same person for nearly six years would make talking to them easier, but it’s just as impossible as it’s ever been.

Christ, he’s been in love with Simon Spier for six fucking years.

#Spierfeld #Spierfeld Fanfiction #Spierfeld Fic Recs #Writer: AO3

[hugealienpie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Simonverse | Creekwood Series - Becky Albertalli, Love Simon (2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bram Greenfeld/Simon Spier, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Bram Greenfeld, Simon Spier, Garrett Laughlin, Abby Suso, Leah Burke Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Platonic Cuddling, cuddling service, Coming Out, Pre-Relationship, First Kiss, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Anxiety, Garrett Laughlin Is A Good Friend, Minor Nick Eisner, Minor Ethan (Love Simon), Minor Leah Burke/Nick Eisner/Abby Suso, Canon Queer Relationship, Canon Queer Character, Canon Queer Character of Color, Canon Jewish Character, Food Summary:

The Bram Greenfeld Solution to Stress: ignore it and hope it goes away on its own. The Garrett Laughlin Solution to Stress: give Bram a gift certificate to the Campus Cuddle Coalition, a platonic cuddling service for touch-starved students. The Campus Cuddle Coalition Solution to Stress: cuddle it out of 'em. Add in Bram's anxiety and his longstanding crush on one of the Coalition members, and... this isn't actually going to reduce anyone's stress, is it?

I needed some Spierfeld fluff, so I... wrote it.

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[copyofcait]

Me: *goes see what new Love, Simon fics are up on AO3 today*

AO3: “Simon and Bram break up”

Me:

#love simon #simon vs #simonverse #simon spier #spierfeld #bram greenfeld #leah on the offbeat #simon and bram #abby and leah #leah burke #love simon fic

[athenaeumsfic]

To Come Home, To Be Brave

3226 words AO3

It’s his first day at Creekwood High School and he knows he’s in trouble. He’s stood in the hall watching a guy shuffle through his bag and locker across the way, flanked by a guy telling a funny story and a girl rolling her eyes.

“Simon, c’mon!” the guy to his left insists. “It’s hilarious, tell her!”

“Leah, it’s hilarious,” Simon responds, deadpan.

“If only you’d said in the first place, Nick,” Leah rolls her eyes once more and Bram can feel her sarcasm hit him in the back.

His heart is racing and he’s determined to pull his eyes back to his own locker, but he just can’t.

He’s absolutely in trouble.

The first day Garrett brings him to his lunch table, he instantly feels sick. His heart has plummeted into his stomach and he’s not sure he can do this. Simon is grinning up at him over the sound of “Guys, this is Bram” as he’s passed around like a treat, a new toy. He hovers somewhere near the end of the table while Nick explains “he’s on the soccer team” but when Simon looks back at him once more, almost appraising, he hastily sits down in the space next to him before his knees give out.

How is he going to do this every time they have lunch? He can feel Simon’s arm brushing his as he continues whatever conversation he was having before and Bram is pretty sure he’s on fire, he’s burning up under his clothes. He wants to tear his sleeve off and let his skin press gently against Simon’s hoodie. He wants to do so many things. But instead he sits still, he eats quietly and when Simon offers him some fries he dares to throw a smile back at him.

Later, when Garrett catches up with him on the way out of the hall, he asks why Bram hadn’t been his usual talkative self. Bram hopes, more than anything he’s ever wanted before, that Garrett accepts his “I was just overwhelmed with meeting everyone” excuse.

-

The first time Bram spots Simon in the bleachers his foot flies over the ball and the opposition take it from him with minimal effort.

“C’mon, Bram!” Nick yells from across the field.

For the rest of the game, he’s off-kilter. He barely remembers the rules, he can’t find his own teammates and with twenty minutes left to go, he’s substituted off the field and replaced with someone that probably hasn’t lost a serious chunk of their cognitive function over a boy sitting in the stands.

He chances a look up at Simon and jumps when he notices that he’s already looking at him. Simon gives him a “what can you do” shrug which Bram feels compelled to return, accompanied by his warmest smile. Simon gives him a thumbs up and Bram has to turn back because he can’t look at him anymore. It might be the most communication they’ve had since the day they met.

-

Bram has never really questioned the fact that he likes boys. He has always known that the words he hears in the locker room, the debates he hears on the television, the discrimination he sees in politics all belong to him. He knows that he’s gay. But he’s always struggled to say it aloud.

When Abby starts at Creekwood High School he tries to like her. He watches Nick’s eyes turn to perfectly formed hearts the day that she joins them for lunch and he wonders if his eyes did that the first time Simon smiled at him. He looks at Abby and tries to understand what Nick is so enamoured with – she is a delightful girl. She’s charming and beautiful and funny and witty… but as he looks at the curves of her body, as he watches her walk to the line to get a drink, sees her bat her eyelashes at Nick, he knows he feels absolutely nothing. He admires her, but he’s not remotely attracted to her.

He watches Simon across the lunch table when Abby sits down, and he feels a thrill down his spine to note that Simon’s eyes remain perfectly shaped, perfectly fixed upon his food and perfectly not checking Abby out at all. He dares to hope for a moment, but he swallows it down when Leah rests her head on Simon’s shoulder and he kisses the top of her head.

-

The minute he presses Post he wants to die. It’s out there. The first time he’s said it to anyone and now he’s announced it to the whole school. Sure, he used a pseudonym. But it’s out there. Someone in the world knows that there’s a boy sitting in his room anguished and isolated but also not, tearing chunks out of himself, that is gay.

And Bram doesn’t really know what to do with that now it’s there.

-

He sees the email address and for a split second he thinks of Simon. Within another split second he’s taught himself not to be ridiculous. He sends an email and wonders if this is a set-up, an elaborate ploy to find him out and expose him to the school. He thinks that maybe it would be easier if someone else would just say it. If someone else could see the looks on his friends’ faces as they walk away from him. If someone else could tell Simon that it’s okay, it doesn’t mean that Bram is going to pounce on him or anything – he just really sort-of loves him. And when he thinks of his distant moon-grey eyes in the lunch hall, he wonders if that’s what Simon needs to hear.

-

He’s staring at Simon where he stumbles in Bram’s living room, drunk and dressed like John Lennon. He thinks of Jacques and it feels a little like cheating – but is it, if Simon was there first? He’s noticed that Simon has been spending a lot of time near him tonight, that in every corner of the room, there he is. But Bram can’t bring himself to hope anymore. It’s been long enough.

But he still invites Simon to drink with him, to play against Abby and Martin. He still feels his heart hammering out of his chest as he reaches up to gently remove Simon’s glasses and prays that he can’t feel the palpitations through the flimsy frames. He still desperately wants to lean up and just kiss him. He settles for karaoke instead, but Simon keeps grabbing his arm, his waist, his shirt to stay upright and performing their horribly imperfect choreography. So, Bram has to walk away.

He hides in his room for a second before she walks in and invites herself to his lap. He doesn’t push her away. Isn’t it a good idea to find out, really? He’s never kissed a girl, what if he’s been mistaken this whole time… but the second her drunk lips press against his he knows it’s wrong. He sees Simon in the doorway, but he’s gone before Bram can even begin to explain himself – and then remind himself that he doesn’t have to. Because the hurt and heartbroken look on Simon’s face means nothing – right? He was just drunk. Right?

-

He hears from Garrett the next day that Simon was hilarious – wandering through the rooms talking to himself in rhymes – “Hey Barack, it’s me: Jacques” – and man, he’s going to have a hell of a hangover today. Bram thinks of the sentence fragments in the emails, the music recommendations, Oreo addiction and every single smile he’s catalogued in his brain since the day they met. And his heart sings.

-

It’s been a week since Simon has smiled at him and a week more before Bram dares to ask for fries off his lunch tray again. Bram is deflating. Jacques might be Simon and Simon might be Jacques but Bram doesn’t know how to move this forward, to bring the relationship he’s been living in his head to reality.

“Greenfeld,” Garrett asks, loudly. “What’s going on up there?”

Bram opens his mouth to answer with some witty response, something in the bro-language he’s mastered. But he chances a glance in Simon’s direction and he knows his eyes are burning into him and he just can’t.

“Nothing,” Bram forces a smile and continues to pick at his food. Out of the corner of his eye he spots Simon’s tray offered to him gently. Simon is on the other end with a warm smile, a tiny twinkle in his eye but nothing more. Bram will absolutely take it.

-

You’re going to find out who I am. Bram reads that sentence over and over before he returns to school and even then he can’t get the guilt out of his head. I already know who you are, Simon, he thinks to himself. But he deletes the email account because it’s all getting a little too close. He once thought that it would he easier to be outed, to have someone else tell everyone the news, but he sees the dark circles under Simon’s eyes, his friends abandon him and the bullies in the lunch hall… and he just can’t.

But he does love him. He loves him so much, no matter if Simon thinks he’s Cal or Lyle or any of the other stupid options Simon has considered. He’s just down the hall when Simon asks Cal if it was him and he thinks he can actually hear his heart breaking. But he still loves him.

-

Bram is sick three times before Garrett picks him up for the carnival. He makes Garrett pull over twice before they get there too.

“Bram, what’s going on?” Garrett asks quietly when they park up. Neither of them makes any attempt to move. Bram can see the ferris wheel towering over everything and he reaches for the door handle in case he needs to be sick again.

“I think I ate something that was off,” he tries, but he sounds entirely unconvincing to himself, let alone Garrett.

“Bullshit,” Garrett says, sternly. “You don’t have to tell me but it might help and I’m willing to listen. You’re my best friend and I’m here for you, okay?”

Bram can only nod, but they still don’t go anywhere. He wonders if it’s because his eyes are now filling with tears. He looks up straight into the bright glittering lights. It’s too far to see from where they are but Bram does wonder if the blur he can see somewhere near the top is Simon.

The problem with a ferris wheel is that it can be seen from everywhere, Bram thinks.

“The guy Simon has been emailing,” Bram starts. “The one he’s waiting for tonight?”

“Yep,” Garrett says.

“It’s me,” it comes out as a whisper.

“What?”

So, Bram braces himself. This is where the school finds out. This is where he loses his best friend. Turns out that Garrett would only be there to a certain point – he’d pushed him too far.

“You mean you’ve left him on that wheel this whole time?” Bram almost pulls a muscle with how quick he turns his head to stare at Garrett. “Bram, it’s almost eight-thirty! He’s been up there since five!”

“It’s not just about Simon, is it?” Bram decides to go with it. He feels his stomach churn once more with the reminder that he thought Garrett would ever be the type to out him. His heart and his head are pounding, though. The dull thud in his brain, beating above his eyebrow, persistent and unwavering like it had been for weeks now. He wonders if Simon might be the cure. “If I go to him, if I tell him, everyone else will see.”

“Right,” Garrett sighs, finally realising. “You’re worried about what people will say?”

“I guess,” Bram mumbles.

“Because I won’t let them say a thing,” Garrett is defiant, and Bram feels a small flutter in his heart. “I’m still your best friend, Nick and Leah and Abby are still your friends.”

Bram nods, willing his eyes to just stop. Willing his head to stop. Willing his heart to go back to normal.

“Plus,” Garrett grins and elbows Bram gently. “You’ll definitely have Simon.”

Bram rolls his eyes and laughs a little. “I don’t know about that,” he says quietly. “He might be disappointed that it’s me.”

“Seriously? With the way that he looks at you? Please, Bram,” Garrett laughs and finally leaves the car. Bram scrambles after him, heart in his mouth and legs barely carrying him, demanding to know what he means but Garrett flips him off and runs to the carnival with a joyous shout. “Let’s go get him!”

-

Bram holds his breath as Martin Addison runs to the wheel. By the time he feels Garrett’s gentle nudge in his back he finally exhales and thinks he might pass out. How can he do this? Simon’s friends are cheering, the theater kids are cheering, everyone is so happy and willing Simon on… but will they cheer him on? Is Bram the one they want for Simon? It’s become less about Simon and Bram, Jacques and Blue, and now it’s a spectacle.

“Dude,” Garrett hisses in his ear as Martin shoves money at the ride operator and Simon shoos him away. “Now.”

Bram takes a step forward, but his legs don’t feel like his own. They’re carrying him towards Simon but he’s not in control. His head is warring with his body but when he opens his eyes and looks up, Simon is staring at him and it’s good. It feels good and right and like he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.

“I’m waiting for someone,” Simon says, unsure.

“I know,” Bram says with a smile, wondering if this whole time Simon has been hoping too. He takes a seat before Simon can argue. And when Simon kisses him, Bram’s body sparks back to life and every cell tingles with joy.

-

Ten minutes later after a go around the ferris wheel, a hug from Garrett, a kiss on the cheek from Abby, a clap on the back from Nick and a smile from Leah, he feels Simon’s hand in his tugging him away and so he goes.

He’s sitting in Simon’s car with Simon’s hand on his face, his lips on his lips and a grip on Simon’s thigh that he never, ever thought he would get to have.

“Are you sure you’re not disappointed?” Bram asks when Simon finally pulls away to breathe. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want it to be me, we can call it quits now and -”

“Bram?” Simon says, barely above a whisper, and Bram feels it everywhere. “I am so beyond happy that you’re Blue. How many times do I have to tell you? Tell me and I’ll do it.”

Bram laughs and reaches for Simon’s hand. “No, it’s okay. I believe you.”

“Are you disappointed that it’s me? I know you’ve known for a while now but is that why you were late tonight?” Simon asks, showing the first signs of fragility since they got off the wheel and Bram just wants to hold him close forever.

“No!” Bram is quick and insistent. The pounding has ceased in his head but the knowledge that Simon has been worrying about this sits heavy in his stomach instead. His skin itches, he squeezes Simon’s hand. “You’re perfect! You being Jacques is just… perfect.”

Simon smiles shyly and feeling compelled by a confidence Bram didn’t know he possessed, he lifted Simon’s chin and placed a gentle kiss on his lips to solidify his point.

“I’ve sort-of had a crush on you for the longest time,” Simon admits with a quiet laugh. “I think pretty much since the day Garrett introduced you.”

There’s a slight blush across Simon’s cheeks and Bram wants to kiss all over it.

“Well then I win,” Bram grins. “Because I was gone the moment I saw you – on my first day of school.”

“No way!” Simon exclaims and launches himself at Bram. Bram wonders if Simon knows that he smells amazing, he tastes like heaven, that he’s the embodiment of perfection. Simon pulls back and rests his head gently against Bram’s for a moment. “At the party, I really thought you were Blue. I was coming to tell you when I saw you with that girl.”

“Oh my god,” is all Bram can offer. “I hate that you saw that.”

“No! It’s fine,” Simon says, opening his eyes and sitting back. “I was so desperate to know who you were, but I don’t think I really thought about what it would mean – I wasn’t ready then. I’m more than ready now.”

“Me too,” Bram agrees.

“Are you sure?” Simon asks.

Bram thinks Simon deserves the world. But for the first time, Bram thinks he deserves Simon. He feels like he’s woken up from a coma, from a long stretch absent from reality and Simon is the one to pull him out. His heart is glowing and humming gently in his chest, his stomach feels light and free, his body is fully within his control. It’s the best he’s ever felt, and he gets to share that with Simon. And he loves him.

“Yes,” Bram nods. “I’m sure.”

He’ll tell him that later.

-

Summer is laying on blankets in Simon’s backyard exchanging kisses and smelling of sunblock, dripping ice-cream everywhere and relishing in walking Bieber to the coffee shop. Summer is riding shotgun in Simon’s car as they head out on “one last adventure” almost every week before college starts. Summer is holding Simon’s hand as Leah drives away, rubbing his hand up Simon’s back as Abby and Nick leave. Summer is Simon holding him close in his bed the day Garrett heads off to college early. Summer is learning Simon’s body and in turn, learning his own. Summer is clinging onto the hours their parents are at work, the days Simon’s family go out without him, the days when they have nothing but time and heat and love and want. Summer is falling in more and more in love with Simon, letting his heart sing and shout and flutter every time he is near. Summer is drowning in the happiness Bram never thought he deserved or would get to have.

They’re laying on Simon’s bed, above the covers with the door closed. Simon has the window open and a single fan blowing stale but comforting air onto their skin. But they don’t move away.

“Simon?” Bram asks, pressing a small kiss to Simon’s chest.

“Mmm?” Simon mumbles back, turning his head to look at Bram’s eyes.

He thought this moment would be nerve-wracking. He thought his body would be tense and terrified. He never imagined feeling the greatest comfort, the greatest ease within himself, complete relaxation. He stares into moon-grey eyes and at lips just slightly kiss-swollen. He brushes his hand across Simon’s neck and over the hint of a bruise that Bram had left there last week.

“I love you,” he says, matter of fact.

Simon grins and presses his lips to Bram’s in a gentle, warm kiss.

“I love you too,” he says.

And Bram knows he’s in trouble. He’s absolutely in trouble for the rest of his life with this boy.

#spierfeld #love simon #simon vs #bram greenfeld #simon spier #svthsa #svthsa fic #love simon fic #simon vs fic #my fic #it's been 2397545 days and i do still intend to update the zimbits trilogy epilogue

[gaynfl]

a long way from the playground

“What are we pinky promising?” Bram whispers, conscious of Greg and Alex sleeping in their beds on the other side of the room. Simon smiles.

“To be friends,” he whispers back, and Bram smiles wide, squeezing Simon’s pinky.

or, Simon and Bram meet at summer camp when they’re ten years old. They spend their summers in the grass, trading secrets and growing together.

29k words, teen rating, childhood friends to lover Spierfeld AU. Complete. 

#spierfeld #bram greenfeld #simon spier #spierfeld fic #love simon #svthsa #my fic #this whole fic has like all of my favorite tropes #anyway

[spierfics]

Can you write a fic where someone hurts simon in school and bram comes to his defence and accidentally outs himself by calling him a pet name?

Not While I’m Around - Spierfeld Fic

Simon flinched as a heard the sound of a locker being slammed right next to him. He picked up a little speed, instinctively knowing that was never a good sign. 

He just wanted to get out of this hallway as quickly as he possibly could and meet Bram in the parking lot.

He wasn’t fast enough, however, because he felt a powerful force between his shoulder blades push him face first to the floor. Apparently, the assembly on bullying and acceptance hadn’t gotten through to everyone at the school.

Simon had been dealing with the insults since the day he got outed, but the bullying had gotten physical after the teachers got involved. Simon didn’t understand how that made it worse; it was as though his tormentors took it as a personal challenge.

Simon tried to assess his surroundings, noticing that the moron who had pushed him was still standing over him. Daring Simon to challenge him. Simon bit his tongue, trying to contain himself before he said something stupid that would result in making a shitty situation even more painful.

That could result in a visible injury, which was something he couldn’t risk.

Bram didn’t know anything about this, Simon had done his best to conceal it from him. He wasn’t closeted anymore, but they hadn’t exactly announced their relationship to the school. As far as everyone knew, Bram was still the same quiet kid who played soccer. It was why he was less of a target, and Simon wanted to keep it that way.

“Babe, are you okay?”

Simon froze in place, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to. Bram ran over, holding Simon’s hand and helping him up.  

Simon was overwhelmed. Not only had Bram seen what Simon was facing practically every day, he had outed himself, potentially becoming a target. Bram seemed to be coming to the realization as well, but his expression showed a mixture of anger and concern rather than fear.

Bram knew what he had done, but right now the only thing that mattered was Simon.

“Babe?” Spencer laughed. “Holy shit, Spier. This is your butt-buddy?”

The people surrounding Spencer laughed, and Simon could feel Bram’s hands tense up.

“If you touch him again,” Bram said in such a steely tone that Simon was terrified. “I will end you,”

A hush fell over the small crowd of people surrounding them and even Spencer seemed taken aback.

Bram didn’t say a word after that, just kept holding on to Simon’s hand. Simon held on tight too, knowing that it was the only source of strength they had.

One of the football guys, Aaron, stepped forward and pulled his arm back to try and threaten Bram into cowering. Bram refused to flinch, and Simon noticed Aaron’s arm being pulled back by someone.

“What’s going on here?” Garrett said with a wide smile, not letting go of Aaron’s arm.

Simon noticed a few other members of the soccer team fill up the hallway and surround Bram.

Nick spoke up, “Did this pathetic excuse of a quarterback try to land a punch?”

Simon heard a small sigh of relief from Bram, who was still glaring at Spencer with contempt.

“If I ever see you near Spier or Greenfeld again,” Garrett said calmly, “you’ll have all of us to answer to,”

He finally let go of Aaron’s arm, after which the football player tried rubbing to relieve the pain.

“And grow up,” one of Bram’s teammates said. “bullies are fucking outdated,”

Simon finally allowed himself to breathe once the crowd around him dispersed, still holding onto Bram.

“Si? Are you okay?” Bram asked immediately, his eyes suddenly soft, no trace of any anger left in them.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Simon replied. “Are you?”

“Of course I am,” Bram waved the question off.

“Bram…you do realize that everyone knows now,” Simon said quietly.

“I’m glad they do,” Bram insisted. “If I’d known they were doing this to you, I would have done something,”

Simon looked into his eyes, hoping that Bram wouldn’t guilt himself into thinking he’d caused this in any way.

“You can’t change people,” Simon said.

“I’m not trying to,” Bram shrugged. “All I want to do is to be there for you,”

“That and threatening to ‘end’ people,” Simon said with a smile. “Where did that come from anyway?”

“Probably a movie,” Bram laughed.

“It’s from Good Will Hunting,” Garrett piped in, surprising Simon who hadn’t noticed that he was still there.

“Thanks, Garrett,” Bram said.

“And thank you for what you did back there,” Simon added.

“That dumbass had it coming,” Garrett shook his head. “And once I saw your boyfriend marching over I knew I had to step in,”

“I could have handled it,” Bram said shrugging.

“It never hurts to have someone on your side,” Garrett said.

“That’s true,” Bram said, glancing at Simon, who nodded understandingly.

“Plus I know that you’re a lover, not a fighter.” Garrett laughed. “Spier can attest to that,”

“And we’re leaving,” Bram said, shaking his head and missing the thumbs-up Simon gave to Garrett in approval.

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[go-catch-a-chickn]

I don't want a lot for Christmas there's just one thing I need and that's enough time to read every fanfic in my 125 open tabs

#is this too much to ask #bless fanfic authors #seriously #reading #fanfic #I have too many fandoms I love at this point maybe that's part of the problem #looks discreetly at marked for later Spierfeld fics... And Snowbaz fics... And Berlermo fics...And Wilmon fics...while still catching up on #newtmas

[imaginesfordayss]

Love, Bram

I jumped out of bed at 2 in the morning to write this fic for Love, Simon, so go read my sleepy masterpiece at AO3! 

Does contain spoilers! 

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