Hmmm... prompts. Amanda/Ian, honest to God anything, but I gotta say? Of all the fics i've loved with them, Ian's never the aggressor. Which I get, he's a little guy, but.... I'd still love to see one where he's the one who makes the move. But if you're not feeling that or it's already something you're writing, Shayne/Ian or Damien/Ian... basically same prompt
Ian/Amanda - Amandian - Public
“You’re the strangest person I’ve ever met,” Ian says as he smiles at Amanda over their shared lunch at the Smosh studio.
“Thank you?” Amanda says, laughing, her eyes crinkling and sparkling, and she makes a face, one that says his compliment is as much an insult as anything else, “Honestly? Same for you, buddy.”
Ian feels himself grin, his smile widens. It’s impossible for him not to smile when it’s her. Amanda is hilarious. She is odd but she is so true to herself, so unafraid to do and be whatever she wants without fear of what others will think of how they will see her. Ian feels maybe he used to be like that once and maybe that’s why he likes her. He’s chasing the freedom he once felt in his youth.
Well, it helps that Amanda is also gorgeous. She flips her dark hair and bats her lashes at him, and he has to work to fight back the blush that wants to creep across his cheeks.
There are a million and one reasons he should walk away from this situation and shut down any of this…flirtatious? Tone that has seemed to spring up between them. He’s her boss and she is his employee, but he never puts himself above her, or any of the cast. He’s in the trenches alongside of them, at least he likes to think that he is.
“You’re smiling at me,” Amanda says.
“You make it easy to smile,” Ian says with a shrug.
Amanda grins, one that Ian feels must mirror his own.
She tucks a hand under her face, holding her chin in the palm of her hand, “Tell me more.”
Ian’s heart speeds in his chest and he swallows down the nerves that bubble up his throat.
“Well, when you hang out with a beautiful and hilarious woman, it’s easy to want to smile, don’t you think?” he says, keeping his voice calm but he watches her face for a sign that he fucked up.
Amanda is smart enough to read between the lines and understand that this is Ian confessing without blatantly coming right out and telling her that he finds her attractive, that he likes her more than he should, that he’d like to take her out if it is okay with her.
She levels him with a cool smirk and her eyes flicker over him with interest.
“Yeah?” she asks, her voice smooth like butter, “maybe you’re right.”
In the small expanse of the table between them, Ian inches his hand forward and lets his fingertips rest on top of hers.
“Feel free to say no,” Ian says, “but I’d love to take you out sometime.”
“Drinks?” Amanda asks, teasing him by recalling the bit he dropped on her a handful of weeks ago.
“Anything,” Ian says, “as long as it’s with you, Amanda. But I’ve been told I make a mean grilled salmon.”
Amanda flips her hand so that their palms touch, a faint pink to her cheeks, a smile that takes Ian’s breath away.
“I’d love to,” she says, her voice quieter, private in a public space, something for the two of them only.
Ian nods and then he pulls away before the others begin to notice and he and Amanda go back to eating, and laughing, and that energy between them has only heightened to a level that makes Ian feel dizzy and excited for what may happen between them.
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