@beeesworld prompted: Could you please do a story about them having some big fight, like so bad tears and all and then they make up later
Simon was unsure when they began to raise their voices but they were too invested in this argument to stop now.
He was glad nobody was home because Simon knew his parents would have intervened in some way, ending this much needed conversation with Bram. Not that Simon liked it, not one bit, but he knew it was necessary.
It isn’t easy for him to fight with Bram, who looks beautiful even when upset. But he lied, and that’s something Simon cannot get past. They’ve been delaying this for so long, it seemed like Bram hoped Simon would forget about it, but he couldn’t.
“It wasn’t a big deal!” Bram repeated, which once again felt like an arrow to the heart for Simon.
“Wasn’t a big deal?!” Simon yelled, trying not to strain his voice. “You’d filled out the applications Bram! Multiple applications, to places so far away I bet we wouldn’t even be able to call each other!”
“Now you’re just being over-dramatic,”
“So what if I am,” Simon said shakily, mumbling his next words, “At least I give a fuck about this relationship,”
Bram heard him anyway, and replied incredulously “I don’t care about this relationship? Is that what you think?”
“Well you don’t act like it, so what am I supposed to think?”
“Well if you hated the thought of being with me so much you should have told me, seems like I’m a waste of space to everyone in my life,” Bram said with his voice cracking.
Simon barely had time to absorb what Bram had just said that for a few moments he just stood there dumfounded, unsure what to say.
“Bram…”
“Just don’t, Si. I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Bram said in an exhausted tone and for the first time since this fight began Simon noticed just how tired Bram looked physically.
His eyes were red, due to crying or lack of sleep, or both. The dark circles beneath his eyes were more prominent than Simon had ever seen. His posture was slumped, which was something Bram was always conscious about, and Simon wished he'd noticed sooner.
Simon wondered for a second if Bram hated him, hated Simon for doing this to him. Simon prayed he could drop this entire argument with every ounce of his being, but knows in his heart he can’t. It’s about them, and if there’s something he’ll never let wither away is his relationship with Bram. He’d fight for them no matter what, even if the person he would fight with is Bram himself.
It barely made sense to Simon himself, but he was too stubborn to stop. But he couldn’t lie, it hurt like hell.
“We do need to talk about it, Bram.” Simon said in the softest tone he could manage without crying, “But not now,”
Bram nodded defeatedly, walking towards Simon’s bedroom door when a loud boom of thunder startled them both. It came from outside, and as Simon looked outside the window he realized that he had no clue when it started raining.
Simon glanced towards where Bram was, only to find him not there anymore. Simon raced down his stairs just in time to catch Bram at his front door.
“What are you doing?”
“Going home,”
“How?”
“I’ll walk,” Bram shrugged, “Or get a Lyft,”
“Don’t be dumb,” Simon caught up to him, “I’ll drive you.”
“Si,” Bram closed his eyes while shaking his head. “You don’t have to,”
“I want to,” Simon insisted, grabbing his car keys and heading to his car.
Simon knows why he’s doing this, he knows if he’s left alone he’s going to break down crying and after what Bram said during their fight he doesn’t want to leave Bram alone either.
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Simon didn’t know it was possible for a passenger to sit so far away from the driver’s seat but Bram seems to be doing so. He was always within reach, always there for Simon to intertwine his hand with and now he seemed untouchable.
‘That’s how far away Bram was planning to go anyway’ Simon thought to himself and felt sick to his stomach again. Maybe he wasn't ready to talk about it either.
—
Bram hated the fact that he didn’t know how to talk to Simon. He supposed he learned this from his parents, and he knew exactly how their relationship ended up. Bram figured he was destined for that type of pain anyway, it was inevitable. What truly hurt him is how much he was putting Simon through, the last person in the world he wanted to cause pain.
It was his fault, Bram knew that. He had no idea why he hid those college applications from his boyfriend, but knew it was something that would upset Simon. In an effort to save Simon from pain, he ended up being the cause of it. That was all that Bram was good for apparently, and maybe this fight was for the best. Maybe he was saving Simon from the pain that Bram brought to everyone in his life apparently.
He should have closed the tabs. Exited out of the websites and not given them a second thought. But how could he? His dad had made one request, to think about it.
Bram knew what that meant, it was his father telling him ‘I’m moving to the other side of the world and if you still want to be in my life, try a university near me,’
He hadn’t exactly said those words, but that’s what it felt like. Bram wasn’t important enough to stay for. His dad hadn’t even discussed it, instead placed the weight of the decision on Bram’s shoulders.
So Bram thought about it, he filled out applications for every university that made seemed like a right fit but he couldn’t ever find the courage to actually apply.
And how was Simon supposed to understand that? How unwanted that made Bram feel, and how he didn’t have the guts to say no to his own father.
Bram felt his migraine return, thinking about everything that he’d ruined and decided to close his eyes for a couple of moments.
—
Simon couldn’t take it anymore, the gravity of what Bram had said finally caught up to him and didn’t want Bram to ever think that about him. Of course he wasn’t a waste of space, Bram was one of the most important people in his life and Simon felt like a failure of a boyfriend if Bram didn’t feel that from him.
He noticed Bram had closed his eyes, perhaps even fallen asleep so he slowed down his car and parked on the side of the street. Bram’s eyes were still closed so Simon reached over and softly brushed his fingers against the top of Bram’s hand.
Bram’s eyes shot open, shocked at the touch, but he didn’t pull away.
—
Bram looked at Simon with confusion in his eyes, wondering why Simon was doing this. Weren’t they just yelling at each other less than fifteen minutes ago. But he didn’t want Simon to let go, it felt like Simon’s touch was grounding him and Bram held on for dear life.
Simon intertwined their fingers together, using that leverage to bring Bram’s hand closer to his mouth planting a soft kiss on Bram’s wrist, right where pulse was beginning to quicken.
“I’m sorry,” Bram said immediately, “I shouldn’t have hid everything from you.”
“I know,” Simon nodded, unable to hold his tears back anymore now that Bram had apologized, “And I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have pushed you to talk, not when you weren’t ready,”
“You didn’t, I’m just a moron who doesn’t know how to talk,”
“That’s one thing you definitively are not, Bram,”
"You don't know that for sure,” Bram said, trying to hold back a sob.
“I do,” Simon replied insistently, “It’s the one thing I know for sure. And that I love you,”
Bram breathed out slowly, almost letting go of the weight that he seemed to carry on his shoulders, "I love you too, Si. So much. And I wasn’t going to leave. Not really. I don’t think I could ever leave you.”
“I couldn’t leave you either,” Simon responded, feeling the tears stream down his face. “That’s why I was acting so crazy,”
“You weren’t. You were just showing how much you cared,” Bram said, reaching forward and wiping the tears off Simon’s cheek with his thumb, in hopes of comforting him.
It worked, Simon lay his head into Bram’s hand and Bram found himself whispering his apologies again.
“I love you,” Bram repeated to him, hoping that Simon would never forget the fact. Simon replied by leaning forward and Bram knew what he needed. He knew because it was exactly what he needed too.
He kissed Simon with every fiber of his being, hoping that it translated everything that was left unsaid. He knew that he’d explain his side of things later, now that things were calmer, but he wasn’t concerned about any of that right now.
All that he cared about was the fact that Simon was in his arms, he was kissing him, and Simon wasn’t going anywhere. And neither was Bram, he was right where he belonged.
yourefucked-thebitchofliving prompted: Hey I don’t know if you’re still doing fics but if you are could you pretty please do one where bram has an anxiety attack for the first time and doesn’t realize what’s happening but he’s scared? And like Simon immediately knows what’s up and comforts him? I would love if you could write this for me!! I love your fics❤️
Bram had no idea how his day could possibly get any worse but knew if he could just get through his last class and soccer practice he’d make it through the day. That was the only thing that mattered right now, making it through the day.
Though he didn’t have much to go home to either. His mother was out of town for the entire week, and the house had eerie loneliness to it. He’d ask Simon to come over, but Simon’s parents had subtly mentioned that Simon’s grades had been slipping due to the fact that he was always distracted.
Bram knew he was to blame for that. He was to blame for everything.
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Simon didn’t have too much faith in his ability to pick up on small cues, as Leah had often implied. But he knew there was something wrong with Bram. He’d not been texting him as often, and perhaps it was the end of the semester and Bram was pushing to get all A’s. He understood Bram’s need to excel, it was one of the things he loved most about his boyfriend, but the fact of the matter was that Simon simply missed him.
They’d usually meet in the school parking lot on Fridays and Simon decided to leave rehearsal early to catch a little bit of Bram practicing. Simon knew that watching Bram playing soccer would settle his heart a little.
As he made his way to the empty bleachers he caught sight of Bram, and if Simon was honest, Bram seemed a little off his game. After a few minutes, Simon saw Bram miss a pass from Garrett and that set something off. Simon was off his seat and running on the pitch without a second thought.
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Bram had no idea what was happening to him, all he could think of was the ‘C-‘ he’d just received in History and after that, he didn’t want to think. If he thought too much, he knew his emotions could take over, and that was not okay. Especially not at school. Not where every act of his was only thought in parallel relation to his sexuality. No, he wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of defining who he was.
But missing that pass from Garrett had caused his coach to yell at him to “Focus or get off the field!” and Bram froze in place. Every thought he’d been trying to push aside this entire week came crashing down at once.
Not being smart enough to get the grades to get into college.
Not achieving the scholarships he envisioned.
Not making his parents proud.
Not being a good boyfriend to Simon.
There was too much around him and nothing at all and Bram couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know how to breathe anymore and Bram was sure this was what drowning felt like.
He felt a small pressure squeezing his forearm and when he looked up Simon was right there in front of him. Simon then put both his hands on Bram’s cheeks, cradling his face and told him to breathe deeply.
He even acted it out slowly, his thumb on Bram’s cheekbone, brushing it gently to the rhythm of his breaths.
Bram didn’t realize when, but he’d started to take in some air. He felt his shivering stop and his heart rate slow.
“I’m okay,” he said quietly to Simon.
“I don’t think so Bram,” Simon shook his head, his hands still holding Bram’s face. “Come on, I’ll drive you home,”
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Once Simon was sure Bram was carefully tucked into bed and comfortable enough to be left alone for a few moments he went to the kitchen and made Bram a cup of Chamomile tea, just like Simon’s father would make for him.
He wasn’t sure if Bram would take honey, so he just decided to put some in any way since it tasted better with it.
When he walked into Bram’s room, his boyfriend was sitting up in bed with a worried expression on his face. “You didn’t have to do that,” he told Simon.
“But I wanted to,” Simon set the tray on Bram’s side table and slid under the covers next to Bram.
He opened his arms and invited Bram to lay his head on his chest, a swap of their usual cuddling position, but Simon knew exactly how comforting it was.
As Bram lay his head on Simon’s chest, Simon reached down to give him a small kiss on his forehead.
“I know how it can feel like too much sometimes,” Simon said to him softly.
Bram took a deep breath in, almost refusing to exhale and Simon felt like he was holding in too much for one person to bear.
“And even though you feel like you don’t want to stress me out with all that’s going on in your head, I’m still gonna be here to listen, okay?”
Bram let out a choked ‘okay’ in response and Simon noticed a tear fall down Bram’s cheek.
“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong,” Simon continued, “but you can tell me when you need me because I want to be there for you. Just like you’re there for me,”
Bram shifted his position, sitting up a little so that he could wrap his arms around Simon and bury his head in his shoulder. Simon could tell by his shaking that Bram was about to cry, and it took all of his willpower to not cry with him. There were times where he needed to be the one that was grounded, this was one of them.
He rubbed Bram’s back, allowing him to let go of everything he’d been holding back for what seemed like too long. Right now all he had to do was hold on tight. To make sure that Bram knew that if he felt like he was falling, Simon would be there to catch him.
Hi just started reading ur fanfics and they are great. If it's not too much to ask I was wondering if u can do one about Simon and Bram after hs like maybe in college. No pressure tho I'm sure u get lots of requests 💓
Sugar and Smoke Rings
Simon turned over on his side, tightly closing his eyes in an attempt to trick his body to go to sleep, but it was pointless. Simon knew it was nearly impossible to go to bed without Bram right there next to him.
Luckily, his boyfriend wasn’t too far away. Bram was planning to pull an all-nighter in an attempt to perfect his final essay for the semester and had drunk four energy drinks in one sitting. He had a plan, and as much as it made Simon fear for his health, Bram was going to complete his paper by the next morning.
Simon got up once again, pretending to get a glass of water from the kitchenette in their small apartment, but really using it as an excuse to check up on Bram. As he walked into the other room, he saw Bram with his face buried in his hands, clearly upset.
“Bram,“ Simon said, walking up to Bram and gently massaging his shoulder. “You okay?”
“Mmm gmna fahl,” Bram mumbled through his palms. Simon slowly moved the revolving chair around so he was facing his boyfriend, and pulled Bram’s hands away from his face.
“Say that again?” Simon asked, worriedly glancing at the bags under Bram’s eyes.
“I’m gonna fail,”
“You’re averaging an A- in this class, there’s no way you’re going to fail,” Simon reassured him. “You’re just exhausted,”
Bram sighed, rubbing his forehead in an attempt to relieve the stress, “If my average lowers, I won’t get that scholarship. And if I don’t get that, then affording this place is going to be even harder, and then I’m going to have to ask my dad to help out which I don’t want to do…”
“Bram,” Simon said sternly, trying to snap him out of this state. “Look at me,”
Bram stared at him, and Simon grasped his arms reassuringly. “In the near-impossible case that happens, is moving out of this place that upsetting?”
“No,” Bram exhaled. “It’s not the place, its the thought of us not living together,”
“Why would that happen? We both wanted to move in together,”
“I don’t know Si. In case this place doesn’t work out because of me and then it would just be easier for you…”
“Bram,” Simon interrupted. “Do you know why I’m still awake at three in the morning?”
“No,” Bram looked at him in concern. “Why are you still up?”
“Because I couldn’t get to sleep without you there next to me,” Simon confessed. “I don’t even think I’m ever going to be able to get to bed if you’re not there by my side,”
“Really?”
“Yup, and I don’t care if we’re sleeping in the backseat in one of our cars, as long as you’re huddled up under the same blanket, I’m happy,”
Simon felt Bram’s hand on his cheek, as he reached forward to give Simon a soft kiss.
“I needed to hear that,”
“Pep talks and kisses. That’s what I’m here for,” Simon laughed.
“Now I wish I didn’t have all those Red Bulls, but I could lay down beside you until you fall asleep,” Bram offered while closing his laptop.
“I weirdly don’t feel sleepy either,” Simon admitted. “I think once I pass that two a.m mark, I’m up for the night,”
“So what do you want to do?”
“Let’s make a cake,” Simon declared.
“You’re serious?” Bram questioned skeptically.
“Oh, I’m dead serious,” Simon pulled out his phone, “You check what ingredients we have on hand, and I’ll pull out a recipe,”
“We’re cooking at three in the morning?” Bram said, already looking through the mini-fridge.
“In our pyjamas, no less,”
“I kind of love that,” Bram said scrunching his nose.
“Me too,” Simon said, feeling warm all over. There was something weirdly domestic about this; besides the fact that they’d been living together for almost a year, this felt different.
Their apartment functioned like a dorm room most of the time, a place to sleep and complete assignments. Of course, it offered a different level of privacy for specific instances, which Simon was so very grateful for, but he recognized this as another level of intimacy.
This was homely. It was different from what they’d had so far in college and drastically different from high-school. Simon felt like this was a glimpse into their future, something to look forward to, something that promised a life together with Bram. And though Simon expected that thought to frighten him, it did the opposite.
It comforted him, the same feeling Bram had given him from day one.
—–
The clock on the microwave read 3:47 a.m when they finally popped their chocolatey batter into the toaster oven.
Bram dutifully set the cooking timer with a small cheer of accomplishment.
“And now for the best part,” Simon stuck his finger in the leftover batter, checking the taste of the upcoming dessert.
“We put raw eggs in that, Si!” Bram exclaimed.
“Aw, it’s just a little,” Simon repeated the action, but this time held a chocolatey finger towards Bram, “Come on, live a little!”
“Nope,”
Bram should have seen it coming, but he was backed up against a counter and there wasn’t enough space to move. Simon reached over before Bram could dive away, but managed to close his mouth just in time. As a result, Simon smeared the batter all over Bram’s lips and chin.
The two of them burst out laughing, and Simon wrapped his arms around Bram’s waist, kissing him apologize and in an attempt to remove the batter rather creatively.
Bram leaned back against the counter, taking in the pleasant atmosphere of absolute bliss. Every aspect of this moment was pure comfort for Bram, and nothing made it better than the boy in his arms.
Simon had a point, as long as they had each other to hold, there was nothing else that he needed.
AU where Simon is deaft, but can speak and read lips, but prefers not to speak so people wont make fun of his voice. Bram, who doesn't know sign language but still manages to have small chats with simon, has had a crush on him for a while now and decides to learn sign language in order to ask him out. He's surprise when Simon asks him out first, overcoming his fears, using his voice.
Listen to My Heart - Spierfeld Fic
When people first meet Simon, they are often surprised to find out he wasn’t born deaf. It shocks them that he lost his hearing at age ten, and that often garners sympathy.
Simon never knew how to respond to those people. He knew he wasn’t any less deaf than a person who was born without hearing, however, he also remembers what it was like to hear.
Simon would often wake up some mornings, believing he was slowly forgetting what certain noises would sound like. His family members’ voices had faded away over the years, and Simon would make-up what their voices sounded like in his head. He often tried to cling to songs he used to hear as a kid, never wanting their melodies to be lost. He’d hum to himself when he was alone, relying on the vibrations to keep the memory of those tunes alive.
Simon knew he could still speak, but it had been ages since he’d actually engaged in a conversation with someone that wasn’t in sign language. It was just easier. He dreaded the idea of speaking to another person and being unable to judge what his own voice sounded like. It had always been too much pressure, and that was the last thing Simon needed.
Having very recently come out publicly, Simon knew it gave another reason for people to treat him like an oddity, and Simon wanted to keep a low radar. People would always talk, and Simon was partially grateful he didn’t have to hear their crap.
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Simon felt a heavy pat on his shoulder and knew it was Nick.
“Hey,” Nick signed. “Can I copy your math homework?”
Simon shook his head no, but Nick was already opening Simon’s bag and digging through it for the assignment.
Simon finally felt his friend stop shuffling around, and tapped Nick in order to ask him where Leah and Abby were.
“Oh,” Nick stopped to think for a moment, and then continued to sign, “They said to meet them in the art room. Need approval for the mid-term project”
As they headed to meet Leah and Abby, Simon passed Nick’s teammates Bram and Garrett in the hallway. Garrett was speaking too fast for Simon to read his lips, but he noticed Bram give him a smile and a small wave. Simon’s heart skipped a beat before shyly waving back.
Bram was something special. Besides Leah, Abby and Nick, Bram was the only person Simon felt like talking too. Even though their conversations had only occurred via e-mail, Bram quickly found a space in Simon’s heart over and beyond someone he had a massive crush on.
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Garrett clapped his hands in front of Bram’s to snap him out of his daze.
“Dude. Are you listening?” Garrett asked, halting his commentary on weird Instagram ads he encountered recently.
“I am, I am…” Bram said, his mind clearly adrift. It had been quite a week for him.
Sunday morning he’d found out that the boy he’d been crushing on for over two years was gay. Sunday evening, Bram started learning how to sign his name. It had only been a few days, but Bram was determined.
At the expense of his homework, Bram had learned a few key conversational pieces and one specific phrase. Bram figured he’d give himself one more day to ask Simon out. Simon publicly coming out via his Tumblr was probably the bravest thing Bram had ever seen, and Bram realized it was probably time that he pluck up some courage as well.
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“Hey,” Leah signed while speaking when Nick and Simon walked into the room. Abby waved hello, and spoke slowly so that Simon could read her lips.
Unlike Nick and Leah, who had begun to learn sign language soon after Simon lost his hearing, Abby was only a few months into an ASL crash course. She couldn’t keep up with their signing, so all their conversations were a mix of hand signals and lip-reading for Simon.
He didn’t mind too much, Abby was wonderful, and she was trying. That was all that mattered to Simon.
After covering their bases regarding the quality of the art project, Simon sat at a nearby desk, browsing his phone for the next few minutes. They all had half an hour before their next class, and Simon wanted to look through the comments and likes on his coming-out post once again.
Almost all of them were positive, Nora and Leah had taken on the few trolls, personally reporting those accounts. One comment, in particular, caught his eye, the user: bluegreen118 had commented a single blue heart emoji, as well as liked his post. Simon knew that was Bram, and an unexplained warmth spread throughout him every time he looked at that heart.
When Simon glanced up from his phone, he saw that Nick, Abby and Leah were all engaged in a conversation that didn’t involve him. He quickly managed to read two words on Leah’s lips: ‘Bram Greenfeld’.
He snapped his fingers to get their attention. “Wait!” He signed. “What about Bram?”
They all seemed a little confused, and Simon realized he had just used the sign he had made up for Bram’s name. It was a ‘B’ with the sign for ‘cute’.
“What about B-R-A-M?” Simon repeated.
He signed Bram’s name too fast for Abby to pick up on, but Nick clarified it for her and answered Simon.
“Nothing,” Nick brushed off quickly.
“It is not nothing,” Leah replied, signing excitedly. “B-R-A-M likes you, Si!”
Simon felt his face getting red, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.
“See,” Abby signed hesitantly, “I knew Si liked…”
Abby paused, slowly spelling out Bram’s name. Simon knew the ASL alphabet was difficult to pick up on, especially if someone wasn’t using it on a daily basis.
“Did B-R-A-M tell you?” Simon asked in a rush.
“No. G-A-R-E-T did,” Nick said, skipping over the unnecessary repetitive letters in Garrett’s name. “He was talking about how Bram had been distracted. By you.”
Simon could not believe it. All this time, Bram had actually been Cute Gay Bram Greenfeld instead of Cute Ally Bram Greenfeld.
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Today was the day. It had been five days since he’d decided to tell Simon how he felt, and Bram knew he couldn’t delay it any longer. He was walking towards back towards his car to get his phone, having nervously forgotten it.
Bram kept practicing signing, looking at his hands to make sure they weren’t shaky. He learned that bobbing your hands while signing was annoying for deaf individuals. And he didn’t want to mess this up, Simon deserved the best. And though Bram knew he was far from it, he wasn’t going to give up the chance to try.
A hand tapped his slightly on his shoulder, and Bram looked back, almost jumping back in surprise.
Simon Spier was right in front of him, and Bram supposed the universe was telling him to hurry up before he lost the nerve.
Before he could even sign ‘hello’ he heard something that shook him to his core.
“Hey,” Simon said so softly it was barely above a whisper. “I…wanted…I wanted to…”
As he spoke, Bram saw Simon’s hands involuntarily signing something, and it could have been his brain going haywire but Bram was sure he recognized those signals. Only because he’d spent the week learning them.
“I wanted to ask you on a date,” Simon blurted out in a rush, breathing in shakily as if he couldn’t believe he had just done that.
Bram felt breathless, and it was only the hopeful look in Simon’s eyes that snapped him back into reality and he quickly signed “Yes. Good, date is good.”
His signing was far from perfect, but Simon didn’t seem to mind, which put Bram at ease. Simon wanted to go out on a date with him, and at that moment, Bram figured that they understood each other perfectly.
Thank you all for your messages and your patience. I have been unable to update this blog for so long due to a number of personal reasons, such as work and family.
One of the biggest reasons why I couldn’t is because one of my fics is being developed into a theater production locally. A project which is both exciting and exhausting.
Further developing that fic sort of got me off my writer’s block, and I will try to revive this blog once again. I should have a fic up within the week, filling a prompt in my inbox.
Thank you once again for the follow, the comments, the prompts and for reading!
Can you do spierfeld and the "step back I think I'm gonna vomit" vine
No Sweeter Innocence - Spierfeld Fic
AU in which Bram didn’t attend Creekwood and they meet at university. Based on this vine.
Bram stepped out into the courtyard of the university campus and immediately noticed the crowd that had rallied outside. He supposed it must have happened while he was still in his morning lab, and wondered what it was about.
As he approached the large gathering, he realized that they were distinctly separated into two groups and Bram could see why. There picket signs and the offensive images on them made it clear that the larger majority were a group of homophobic protesters. Why they were on campus was still unclear to Bram.
Bram knew he had a class in half an hour, but this was considerably more important than a lecture about medieval British literature. He stood his ground alongside the members of the on-campus LGBTQ club, recognizing what a long way he’d come since being closeted in high-school.
Eventually, Bram recognized a few students who were in some of his classes, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Simon Spier. Simon was in one of his first-year communication arts lectures, a compulsory course for many freshmen. He’d only spoken to Simon a few times in class discussions, which was enough to make Bram want to know him more.
He made his way towards Simon, lightly tapping him to get his attention.
“Bram!” Simon smiled at him, and Bram noticed a slight reddish tinge near Simon’s eye.
“What happened?” Bram pointed to Simon’s face.
“Oh you know how these things go,” Simon shrugged.
Bram nodded, not exactly sure what Simon meant, but certain that he was not going to leave his side for the rest of this fiasco.
“But it’s good to see you, especially on this side. You wouldn’t believe how many of our classmates are over there,” Simon gestured over to the group of protestors.
“That’s disgusting,” Bram shook his head. “But what started this?”
“Professor Drew was fired a few days ago,” Simon began. “She’s in the Physics department, and the administration did it because they found out she was married to a woman,”
“They can’t do that,” Bram said fiercely.
“They did,” Simon shook his head. “Her niece attends the school and organized the rally. Eventually, some assholes found out about it and arranged a gathering of discriminatory pieces of shit,”
Bram looked over to the other side once again, shocked to see his Economics professor angrily spewing some vile words against students.
“Oh my god, that’s Professor Peterson,” Bram exclaimed, immediately making the decision to drop his class.
There was a continuous back and forth between the two sides, and Bram found himself and Simon pushed towards the frontlines. It felt like each hateful remark was directed specifically at him. Each word was meant to tear him to shreds and with one look at Simon, Bram knew that Simon felt the same.
At that moment, he had a crazy idea. He didn’t know what would be the reaction, or if it would put himself, or worse Simon in some sort of danger. But he didn’t want to think, he’d done that for years.
He leaned over towards Simon, and quietly said: “Do you trust me?”
Simon nodded a quick yes, and Bram took his hand and led him right in the center of everyone’s attention. He made sure that Professor Peterson had a good view and proudly stated: “Hey professor!” before kissing Simon Spier.
If cloud nine was a real thing, Bram could have sworn he was on cloud ten. Kissing Simon felt like a revelation he had waited his whole life to receive. Despite the fact that he was in front of the people who wanted nothing more than to kick him down, Bram had never felt safer.
When Bram opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Simon smiling up at him and for a moment he forgot where he was. The next thing he felt was someone trying to push him away, but Simon held him steady.
Peterson dramatically yelled, “I’m going to vomit!” before embarrassingly dry heaving in front of everyone. The result was a roar of laughter and applause, with Peterson becoming a joke in front of the student body.
The two of them were ushered out of the way and Simon held onto Bram’s hand the entire time. They made their way to a bench nearby and took a seat, revelling in what they had just done.
“That was genius,” Simon said breathily. “And a really smooth move, if I do say so myself,”
Bram could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, he hadn’t intended to be that obvious, hoping it would just slide by as a decision made in the heat of the moment. But Simon could see right through him.
“I’m sorry,” Bram apologized. “If you didn’t want…”
“I very much did want…” Simon replied. “Being a daring revolutionary was just an added bonus,”
Hi, could you please do a fic where Simon is on a “Love Connection” style dating show, and he of corse ends up choosing Bram.
Out of the Blue - Spierfeld Fic
“Action!”
Simon heard a cheesy tune emerge from the speakers as the live studio audience cheered. It was only right that his rock-bottom montage would be filmed in front of a crowd of almost sixty people.
After a moment’s pause, the host Colin walked to the front of the stage, bowing slightly as the audience applauded him on his way to his marked spot.
“Welcome to another episode of Love is Blind. Our contestant today is a young man from Pennsylvania, please welcome…Simon Spier!”
Simon feels a slight nudge from a member of the crew, and he walks out to his designated spot. The stage lights are almost blinding, way more than anything he’s ever experienced during his performances but he manages to focus his eyes towards Colin.
“How are you doing, Simon?”
“I’m doing great,” Simon replied with manufactured enthusiasm. “How about you,”
“Can’t complain,” Colin joked. “So, tell us a bit about yourself,”
“Well, I was raised in Georgia, and I moved out to Pennsylvania for college,”
“Wonderful,” Colin smiled. “And I see that you’re on your path to graduate,”
Simon crossed his fingers, “In a couple of months,”
“So four years of school…and you still didn’t find that special someone,”
The audience laughed at that, and Simon tried not to take the comment personally.
“I guess that’s why I’m here,”
“Fair enough,” Colin replied. “Let’s get going then, and meet our contenders,”
Simon took a deep breath and tried to listen closely, ready to take in as many facts as possible.
“Bachelor number one is a freshman at NYU, a photographer who spends most of his time in Central Park and hunting out obscure cafes,”
The audience cheered, and Simon supposed that meant he was a good-looking guy.
“Bachelor number two is a fitness expert, who is looking for a workout and life partner,”
The chorus of wolf-whistles that followed set up a clear image of what #2 looked like.
“Bachelor number three is a recent graduate of Columbia University, an avid reader and a fairly decent soccer player,”
There was a mix of responses from the audience this time, and Simon found it a little more difficult to gauge their reaction.
“Now that we’ve met our contenders it’s time for the first round!” Colin directed.
As a narrative voice-over explained to the viewers the rules of the first round, Simon was directed to a new seat and a crew member came over to adjust the collar of his shirt and hands him the notecards he’d need for the following round.
“Our first elimination round is based on questions that Simon has pre-selected, and our contenders will have thirty seconds to answer. The decision of who stays rests solely in Simon’s hands,”
Bachelor number one,” Simon says a little shakily, “What animal do you feel represents your personality best?”
“Hmmm…” 1 replied, and Simon felt like it lasted forever before he continued. “I don’t know…I don’t actually like animals all that much. I guess, like an owl or something because I take my time looking at things,”
Simon didn’t know how to respond. He supposed it was a dumb question to begin with, but didn’t think it warranted that pointless of an answer. Or perhaps he was being too judgmental with this process, even though that was the point.
“Okay!” Colin interjected himself within the awkward silence. “Next question,”
“Bachelor number two,” Simon reads off of the second note-card. “Name three things you and your partner need to have in common,”
“Well this isn’t a requirement, but it would be great if he was a vegan,” 2 waited for the audience to cheer, but only received a few claps of encouragement.
“Uhm, I’m a morning person, who loves morning jogs…so that would be a definite need. And three, I’d like him to get along with my friends,”
Simon didn’t think he was asking for too much, so he thanked 2 and moved on to the third question.
“Bachelor number 3. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?”
“Oh, wow. That’s such a great question. I-I think I’d like the ability to heal people? And I mean that in a very general manner. There are obviously physical ailments, but I’d also consider prejudice as something that should be treated and possibly fixed. Does that make sense?”
Simon was floored. Not only was he the first contestant to say something nice about Simon’s question, but took the time to create a conversation back.
“Y-Yeah. Yes, I get it,”
“Oh, that’s good. I thought I was trailing off,”
Before Simon could say anything, Colin interrupted 3. “You were!”
The audience laughed, and Colin took the opportunity to keep the show going. “So Simon, which bachelor is getting the chop?”
Simon took a moment, “Bachelor number one,”
The elimination music began to play, as 1 stepped out from his booth. He was a young man, someone who looked like he was still in high-school. He stepped forward to shake hands with Simon and introduced himself as Trevor.
Simon made an apologetic face, and Trevor walked off stage as the music faded.
“Welcome back to Love is Blind. Our next round is a rapid-fire, in which our remaining contenders answer ten questions that Simon has already submitted answers to. The contestant with the most similar answers to Simon’s will win this round and head into the finale,”
Simon simply has to sit and react this round, so he feels at ease. His answers are displayed to the audience, and it would be up to the bachelors to choose one of two options. He supposed there was an algorithm or research-based reason for this round of questioning, and hoped that it would lead him to the right person.
“Question number one,” Colin asked. “Cake or donuts?”
Bachelor two’s board displayed ‘donuts all the way’ while number three’s said ‘cake’.
The answers varied as the questions went on and Simon lost track of who was racking up the most points. The final question, cleared up any doubt in his mind when bachelor number two wrote ‘Reese’s! Oreos are disgusting’.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems as though there was a clear winner in that round, but before we can reveal who it is, we give Simon a chance to weigh in. He gets to ask our bachelors one final question. They will take the stage individually so that they are given an equal playing field for this question,”
“Bachelor number two, you’ll go first,” Colin stated, as he got the cue that 2 was in position.
“Okay,” 2 answered Colin in response.
Simon waited to be prompted and then said: “My question is, how would you describe love?”
The audience gave a chorus of ‘oooohs’, knowing it wouldn’t be an easy question to answer. Simon had honestly panicked when he’d come up with the question, and now he felt bad for the bachelors. He didn’t know the answer himself. How could he, having never been in love himself.
2 seemed to be blanking initially, having wasted the initial moments of his allotted time. “Um, I’m not sure, you know. Love for me has always been a guy who considers me his other half. All of my previous boyfriends are those who have always found me really loving, so I guess it has to do with caring for each other…”
The audience gave a supportive cheer for him, and Simon felt satisfied with the answer. Once again, he felt guilty for having come up with such a difficult question in the first place.
“Bachelor number three, the stage is yours…”
“Hi Simon,” 3 said from his booth, and Simon didn’t know why the hell he was blushing. He hadn’t even seen this mystery man yet. He hadn’t even answered Simon’s question.
“Hi…” Simon answered shakily, “The question is…how would you describe love?”
“Oh, that’s a little difficult considering I’ve never been in love before,”
Simon felt like shouting out ‘me neither’ in encouragement, but knew he was meant to stay quiet.
“Love…is knowing someone? It’s the time spent dedicated to that one person who you want to know more than anything else in the world. It’s finding ways to make them feel happy, or safe, or admired. And that’s weird to say, keeping in mind that we’re trying to know each other in such a short time, but it speaks to the fact that I’d like nothing more than to know you better,”
The audience was astounded for a minute, as was Simon, before the burst into loud, impassioned applause.
“And the winner…of this week’s episode of Love is Blind…is…bachelor number three!” Colin exclaimed as the audience cheered. Simon couldn’t help but match their excitement, his nerves beginning to overtake his body as he began trembling.
“Please welcome our winner, bachelor number three…Bram Greenfeld!”
Simon forgot what it was like to breathe for a second because he couldn’t believe his luck. Bram Greenfeld…was fucking beautiful. If his words weren’t enough to make Simon become completely enamoured with him, Simon was sure he wouldn’t have been able to take his eyes off of someone like this man.
And then he smiled, and Simon’s knees nearly gave out. These dating show algorithms were definitely doing something right.
okay okay okay. so. when things are cute i make like, noises of cuteness and i don't know exactly how to describe them because i'm not actually saying "aw" but it kind of means the same thing. it's like an "ahh" or "mmnnmm" or a kind of squeal and my point is i read your fic about simon and bram hanging out with the soccer team and it made me make several of those noises and i almost died over how cute it is
that is so sweet! thank you so much for messaging me this and for being still reading these fics :)
Okay so I finally got myself a copy of Love, Simon and my dad hates to see gay kisses so he left during the ferrus wheel scene but came back once it was done. It "slipped my mind" that there was the cute "good morning boyfriend" kiss at the end. It was great. Also I love your blog a lot and I hope this story makes you smile
honestly that’s such a mood my mom got mad at the first kiss bohemian rhapsody and i was like ‘oh boy you’re in for a wild ride’
this story definitely did make me smile so thank you so much for that and for reading :)
Hi! I'm a huge HUGE fan of your writing! :D I know you have a lot of prompts right now, but I was wondering if you could do one more? ^_^ One where Bram brings Simon to meet the soccer team in a hangout or something and the guys are just awed and floored at how cute they are (one where there is no hate and no homophobes around whoot whoot! hahahaha) Thank yooouu! ^_^
Rain or Shine - Spierfeld Fic
“We still have time to turn back,” Simon said, nervously wiping his sweaty palms on the sides of his jeans.
“Do you want to go back?” Bram asked, looking over to Simon as they approached the restaurant.
“I guess I don’t know what to expect,”
“Neither do I,” Bram replied, thinking about his answer carefully. “But I’ve been out to them for two weeks now, and everything seems to be going well,”
“That’s true,” Simon nodded.
The two of them finally reached the entrance of the restaurant, and Bram opened the door for Simon.
“After you,”
Simon smiled at his boyfriend, walking indoors and looking around for familiar faces. He spotted Nick and Garrett across the room, seated at a large table with at least a dozen other guys.
Simon knew a few of them by name; having shared various classes with them, but didn’t know much more than that. He supposed that would change, depending on how the rest of this evening would go.
He felt Bram’s hand find its place near the small of his back, gently guiding him towards the table. Simon noticed he was the only person at this dinner who wasn’t a part of the team, and immediately felt out of place.
“Hey!” Grayson, one of Bram’s teammates exclaimed, causing the rest of the team to turn their heads towards the two of them.
Simon felt scrutinized, like every movement he and Bram made was going to be under review. He didn’t know whether he should move closer to Bram or farther away. There was no clue as to what was the right thing to do.
Bram took his place in the booth, next to a kid who’s name escaped Simon at the time, and waited patiently for Simon to take a seat beside him. As soon as Simon settled in, he could feel Bram’s hand reaching for his own, and Simon took it.
He intertwined their fingers, keeping their clasped hands under the table. Simon could tell that Bram was in the same boat he was, unsure of the dinner’s outcome; but they knew one thing for sure. They were going to be there for each other.
“I’ve gotta say,” said the guy who sat across from them, “We honestly thought we’d see Bram go through all of high-school never having been out on a date,”
Bram rolled his eyes, “Ha ha. Very funny, Brian,”
“I’m just saying!’ Brian laughed, and turning slightly to address Simon, “You sure did a number on him. I’ve never seen Greenfeld that distracted on the field,”
Simon blushed, not knowing how to respond to that.
“Aw come on,” Noah, the team’s goalkeeper began, “You’re embarrassing the poor guy,”
Simon felt Bram’s shoulder lean against his own, and he turned to catch his boyfriend giving him look that asked if he was okay. Simon gave him a small nod and smile, causing Bram to ease up and smile in return.
“You guys act like an old married couple, you know?” someone voiced from across the table.
“That’s what I tell them every day!” Garrett shouted in response. “They have this way of talking to each other, like they’ve been together for years or something,”
Simon sat back in his seat, thinking about what Garrett had just said. It felt like someone had put the love he had for Bram into words; what he’d felt before he even knew who Bram was. Back when he was Blue.
The focus drifted away from the two of them and their couple-ness, and Simon finally felt like he was no longer under a watchful eye.
The food was eventually served, and Simon eventually got more at ease with the rest of Bram’s teammates. The rest of them were truly trying their hardest to make Simon feel at ease, and Simon appreciated the effort they were putting in for Bram’s sake.
Bram reached over, whispering into Simon’s ear, “Mind if I take some fries?”
Simon would have moved his plate closer to Bram’s reach, but he was interrupted by the chorus of ‘aww’ from the table when he remembered where he was. Sometimes when Bram was that close to him, it was easy to forget that there was anyone else in the world beside them.
It was when Bram excused himself to go to the bathroom when the table conversation got directed at Simon again, and it was frankly a little alarming.
“Hey, Spier. So we know you haven’t known us for very long…” Noah started to say, “But we wanted you to know that we have your back,”
“All of us do,” A kid called Adam reaffirmed.
“Bram’s like a brother to us,” Brian mentioned. “And Garrett told us about some dip-shits that you two have had to deal with,”
“It hasn’t been that bad,” Simon said quietly.
“Bram said the same thing when we asked him about it,” Nick spoke up. “But Si, even the smallest thing shouldn’t be tolerated,”
“Exactly,” A few of the team members vocalized in agreement.
“All we’re saying is that if anyone gives you trouble…you or Bram. Come to us,” Brian said seriously. “God knows we’re nowhere near the size of some of those on the football team, but we know how to throw a good punch,”
“Plus, mine and Adam’s girlfriends are part of the lacrosse team, and they definitely know how to kick someone’s ass,"
Simon hated the thought of a fight, but he couldn’t help smiling. It gave Simon a sense of comfort knowing Bram had people in his corner, just like he did; who would defend him to the ends of the earth. And now these guys were here for him too.
“I don’t know what to say,”
“You don’t need to say anything,” Noah replied. “And I mean that. Don’t go telling Bram or he’ll go on a righteous pacifist rant, when all we want to do is look out for you two,”
“Well, I appreciate that,” Simon told the team. “And Bram does too. You mean a lot to him,”
“He means a lot to us,” Garrett said.
“Oh well, since Greenfeld is taking so long…I have to ask,” Adam began. “What did you do to him that has him so whipped?!”
The table began laughing, and Simon was back to being a blushing mess once again.
“So that was interesting,” Simon said on the drive back to Bram’s house.
“Interesting in a good way?”
“In a very good way,” Simon confirmed. “They’re good people,”
“Yeah. They are,”
“And they told me some astonishing locker-room stories,” Simon said with a chuckle.
“Oh no,” Bram covered his eyes. “They told you about World Cup musical, didn’t they”
I was reading the last story and at one point read gay instead of guy so that was great. You're such a good writer! Everything is so in character. I love it!
that’s something I do all the time too! I often end up writing gay instead of guy
thank you so much for your kind message and for reading :D
Hdjdkd your fics make me so happy oh my gosbhdhe, but i had a silly fic idea. Basically, a spiderman/love, simon au? Doesn't matter which boy is spiderboy? Thank you again, for sharing your writing with us!! Your writing is so sweet!!
Over the Clouds - Spierfeld Fic
If Bram had known taking AP Chemistry would involve getting bitten by a radioactive spider; one which gave him super strength, insane reflexes, a sixth sense and the ability to shoot webs; Bram would have simply taken Physics.
But Bram had gotten used to the craziness by this point. It had been almost two years since the incident occurred, and more than a year since Spider-Man became a public figure.
The first few months were the toughest, especially since he had nobody to talk to. He had been afraid to speak to Garrett after he’d nearly rendered him unconscious with a pass on the field. The soccer ball had hit Garrett so badly that the school needed to call an ambulance.
Bram quit the team that day.
But Garrett wasn’t someone who quit on his friends, showing up at Bram’s home every day to make sure he was alright. Eventually, Bram told him the truth. It wasn’t like he could hide it forever, especially from someone who was as involved in his life as Garrett was.
“This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” Garrett said in complete awe when he’d first seen what Bram could do.
“Well, I’m still crap at everything,” Bram shrugged. “Not really a hero,”
“You’re not a hero,” Garrett replied. “You’re a fucking superhero,”
“Oh my god, did you read the latest article on Spidey?” Abby squealed, scrolling through her phone frantically.
Simon barely registered what she was saying, having been momentarily distracted. Bram Greenfeld had just entered the cafeteria.
Sure, Simon had been obsessed with the masked vigilante earlier in the year; but he’d given up on the idea of ever meeting him, let alone imagine a romantic scenario with the two of them together.
Simon wanted to focus on someone more real, and the way that adorable boy smiled at him sometimes made Simon forget that anyone else other than Bram existed. His crush on Bram had started a few months back when he and Bram were selected to help show new students around.
There was something about him, an aura, that he had a secret too. A part of himself that he couldn’t share with everyone, but he wanted to. It was something Simon couldn’t shake off, and since that day, Bram Greenfeld had been on his mind.
“Si! That woman he saved from the condo fire the other day, said she heard him up close and he sounded like her son. She said he sounded like a kid, not a man!” Abby nearly yelled, pulling Simon out of his thoughts.
“What’s your point?” Simon said, finally tearing his attention away from the table across from them.
“That he could be our age!” Abby rationalized. “He’s not necessarily a man, he could just be a regular kid like us,”
“What kind of kid would give up his everyday life to go around saving people?” Leah imposed, “You don’t think people around him would figure that out? Like his family? Or his friends?”
“Not if he was good at keeping secrets,” Abby replied back. “Come on, Nick. Back me up,”
“Hiding such a massive part of your identity from everyone you know,” Nick thought carefully. “Nah, that’s impossible,“
Simon tried his best not to roll his eyes.
It was way past midnight when Bram finally arrived home, way past the curfew he’d set for himself on school nights. It had been a quiet day, for the most part, there was one mugging and three cats in trees that were successfully taken care of.
Then there was the robbery, on a local grocery shop near an intersection. Bram had run into some trouble there, but Bram left that guy unconscious and tied up outside the store for the cops to find. So all in all, it ended pretty well.
Bram mentally checked his agenda, recalling that he’d managed to finish his Math homework during lunch, which he ate on a non-operational crane. His acrophobia was quite a battle in those early days of training, but he’d gotten control over his fear now. The sights he’d gotten to see were some of the most beautiful in his life.
Thinking of beautiful things, Bram’s mind casually drifted to one person; Simon Spier. Bram had only spoken to him a few times, through their common friend, but never on an individual basis. Bram wished he had the courage.
He scoffed out loud. Bram swung from building to building on a daily basis. He had run into burning apartments and physically fought men with guns. But nothing scared him more than having a conversation with his crush.
‘This is why there aren’t any teenage heroes,’ Bram thought to himself, flinching as he took off his suit.
Something was wrong.
It’s been a week since Bram had come to school, and although Simon had not-so-casually brought it up in a conversation with his friends, he hadn’t gotten any answers. He built up the courage, or stupidity, to go ask Garrett who always was by Bram’s side.
“Um, hey, Garrett?”
Garrett looked up from his phone, momentarily confused since they’d hardly ever spoken to each other, but then offered Simon a huge smile.
“Spier! How are you?”
Simon hesitated before sitting down opposite Garrett, he was certain that he wasn’t on a last-name basis with Garrett, who often called his team-mates by their last name.
Regardless, he seemed like he was in a good mood, and Simon realized that Garrett probably didn’t care about why Simon was asking about Bram.
“I was just wondering…” Simon said in a small voice. “I haven’t seen Bram for a bit. Is he okay?”
Garrett eyed Simon suspiciously as if he were trying to analyze his intentions.
Simon cursed himself, knowing that asking would be a mistake, Garrett was going to find out and he’d tell Bram and then the entire school would…
“Bram pulled something on the pitch a few days ago, and it still hasn’t healed up,” Garrett finally offered. “But I’ll let him know you said ‘hi’,”
“Oh no! No, I was just worried because we’re partnered up in this Chemistry project together and I just hadn’t seen him…” Simon trailed off as he got up.
The thing was, both boys were lying to the other. And both of them knew it. Nick had told all of them that Bram had quit the team a while back. And Garrett knew Bram had vowed to never take another Chemistry class again in his life.
Garrett went to visit Bram that afternoon, sitting at his desk as Bram rested in bed. It was tough seeing his friend like this, knowing that he could do nothing to help him other than cheer him up.
A few days back, ‘Spider-Man’ had interrupted a grocery store robbery, and he must have been distracted because he came back home with a gunshot wound in his arm.
Apparently, he’d been feigning illness a little too well, and his mother let him take a few days off of school. Garrett was tasked with bringing Bram his assignments and a bunch of medical supplies.
“It’s looking better,” Garrett said, eyeing the wound.
“Scrapes and cuts heal up fast, but I guess this one was a little deeper,” Bram replied.
“That bullet nearly took your freaking arm off, and you didn’t even realize until you got home,”
“It was the adrenaline,” Bram explained.
“Aren’t your spider-senses supposed to defend you from that sort of stuff,”
“It did,” Bram defended himself. “That bullet was meant for my chest, I moved out of the way,”
“Fine,” Garrett surrendered. “Spier asked about you today,”
Bram immediately sat up in bed, staring at Garrett and urging him to elaborate.
“I don’t know! He was worried that you haven’t shown up all week, and then he wrote it off to some B.S excuse about being science partners or something,”
Bram couldn’t contain his smile, “I guess I’ll be back at school tomorrow,”
“Ok, Romeo. But remember, you can’t let distractions get the best of you,”
“I’ll try,”
He had a feeling this was going to be a good day, considering that Bram was finally back after his mysterious disappearance, and even offered him a smile as he sat down next to Garrett after lunch.
Their entire History class had a field trip together that day, and Simon was particularly excited since he and Bram were the only ones who knew each other in that class.
The bus ride wasn’t filled with too much entertainment, but somehow he’d found the courage to offer his seat to Bram, who kindly accepted. Bram was so easy to talk to, once they got past the initial shyness, the conversation flowed easily.
By the time they got to the museum, Simon felt like they were inseparable.
“Hey Bram, I think we’re going to head to the café in about twenty minutes…” Simon began but could see that Bram’s expression had suddenly changed.
“Did you feel that?” Bram asked looking around at nothing in particular.
“No,” Simon replied.
“Si, you need to get out of this building. Take as many people as you can with you, okay!” Bram said in a frantic tone.
Simon was momentarily frozen, not knowing whether he should focus on the random change in Bram’s demeanour, the weight of his words or the nickname that Bram had so effortlessly used.
Simon could barely catch his breath, racing out of the building and holding on to Bram’s hand. He didn’t know how Bram was running that fast, but before he knew it they were out of the building.
“It looks like Mr. Sykes got the class out,” Bram commented, counting the number of their classmates.
“What was that,” Simon asked, his voice shaking.
“I don’t know,” Bram answered, keeping his gaze on the upper floors of the museum. “You should join everyone,”
“What about you?” Simon asked, wondering why Bram seemed so preoccupied at a time like this.
“I’ll join you in a second. I’m going to look for some staff members and talk to them,”
“Why? Did you see something,”
“Yeah, I think I did,”
Bram found an abandoned corner of the building, which housed industrial-sized garbage containers. A perfect cover, and within moments Bram was suited up.
He walked back a few steps before slinging a web to the top of the building. He was sure there would be an entrance up there.
Surely enough, there was and as Bram carefully stepped into the building, he could hear voices. There were four men, definitely armed and Bram planned the entire fight out.
Within seconds, he climbed up on the ceiling, taking advantage of the one who was a lookout and knocking him out cold.
One seemed to be focused on a large piece of artillery, something that could have caused the explosion, while the other two seemed to be looking at blueprints. Bram decided to go after the two, knocking their heads together in one go.
The last one turned around in a panicked state and fired his handgun at Bram. He managed to dodge them without much effort and managed to swing the gun right out of his hands. Another web pulled the final criminal towards him, and Bram used the leverage to kick him down into unconsciousness.
Tying up the criminals was always the most difficult part, as Bram always worried one would wake up and move around, but the four of them were wrapped around a pillar within ten minutes.
Bram shook his head, why couldn’t he have one day off.
Next, Bram checked the main floors for anyone who wasn’t in the building and then exited the museum. He took a moment to address everyone in the crowd, ensuring them that they were all safe, and he’d taken care of those who were involved in the crime.
“Please let the authorities know that they’ll find the four men in the northwest section of the enclave in the upper level. They’ve been disarmed and the artillery is military-grade. If anyone’s in serious need of medical attention, I can get them to a hospital right now,”
“We’re missing people!” Mr. Sykes called out to him, and Bram panicked before remembering he was a student too.
“How many people?” Bram asked, trying to deepen his voice.
“Two of my students. Bram Greenfeld and Simon Spier,”
“Simon?”
“Yes, and Abraham Greenfeld. According to some of my kids, Simon went to look for his friend,”
“And you let him?!” Bram yelled but caught himself in time before he went too far. “Sorry, I’ll go look for the two of them, just please keep everyone else safe,”
Mr. Sykes nodded, slightly backing away in fear.
Simon knew that sneaking into the building wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but he couldn’t imagine leaving Bram in that type of danger. Currently, he was stuck in an elevator, which had stopped working halfway through.
The lights were flickering on and off, and Simon was sure he’d heard gunshots. It was only a matter of time before someone found him, and it could mean either rescue or something worse.
It felt like forever before he heard another sound, and Simon wasn’t sure if he was imagining those sounds. Someone was calling his name, and he was ninety percent sure any criminals wouldn’t be on a first-name basis with him.
“Simon! Are you here?”
For some reason, Simon thought he recognized that voice, so he shouted back: “Bram! I’m in here!”
The elevator doors began creaking, and Simon knew there was no earthly way Bram could open those with his bare hands. And he was correct because it wasn’t Bram.
“Spider-Man?”
“Hey, are you alright?”
Simon felt like that the masked vigilante sounded eerily similar to Bram, but blamed it on the frantic situation he was in.
“Y-Yeah. I’m okay,” Simon stuttered. “Are you alright?”
Spider-Man seemed to be confused, and paused before saying, “Nobody’s ever asked me that before,”
Simon couldn’t see it, but he was sure that the guy beneath the mask was smiling at him.
“I’m gonna step into the elevator okay? And then I’m going to help you out. This elevator is stuck between two floors, so there’s a bit of a drop, but you’re gonna be safe, understand?”
“Got it,”
“Okay. I’m stepping in now,”
Spider-Man took a step inside and Simon could feel the structure shake beneath him; the hero beside him could clearly feel it too. Spider-Man carefully opened the hatch above them and seemed to be measuring the space mentally.
Then he offered his hand to Simon, who took it slowly.
“Just hold on as tight as you can, okay. And don’t look down,”
Simon wrapped one arm around his shoulder and the other around his neck, holding on as tight as possible. In a flash, Spidey shot a web up and Simon could feel himself being yanked upwards. He closed his eyes shut, but the sound of the crash was unmistakable. That could have been him.
When he felt his feet on solid ground, Simon finally opened up his eyes. He was clearly high up, higher than he’d ever been before. Looking down at the crowd below, he realized he was on the roof of the building.
“You’re okay,” Spider-Man offered him some comfort.
“Did you find Bram?”
The masked hero waited a moment before responding. “Bram?”
“He’s my…” Simon paused. “He’s my friend, the one I went back in looking for,”
“I wouldn’t advise doing that in the future,” the disguised hero replied sternly. “There was nobody else in the building, but I’ll keep an eye out for him,”
“Okay. Thanks for saving me and everything,” Simon said to him casually, “let me know if there’s any way I can pay you back.”
Simon was certain he had just made Spider-Man laugh, and he could definitely put that down on his bucket list.
After dropping off Simon with the crowd, Bram changed back into his regular clothes within a matter of minutes and raced back around the building.
“Bram!” Simon said, as soon as he saw him, running up and wrapping his arms around him in a hug. “Are you hurt?”
“No. I’m fine. I went looking for you,”
“So did I,” Simon replied. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Bram nodded. “Are you?”
“Yeah, got into a little bit of trouble, but I got out of it just fine. Met Spider-Man,” Simon shrugged, sporting a shy smile.
“Oh?” Bram returned his smile.
“He’s not all that he’s hyped up to be,” Simon replied jokingly.
Arriving home, his mother greeted with a tight hug, refusing to let him go for a number of minutes.
‘If only she knew’ Bram thought to himself.
As the day turned into night, Bram went over the day’s events in his mind. He had an urge to swing on by to Simon’s house, in full costume, knowing that it was probably the dumbest thing he could ever do. Maybe this was why crushes and heroism didn’t mix well together, but Bram had to remember he was a teenager, and priorities were always muddled.
He paced around back and forth in his room, putting the mask on and off wondering who would impress Simon more. He knew the obvious answer was Spidey, but Bram had a feeling that he and Simon had gotten off considerably well throughout the day. Simon had actually gone looking for him, and that had to mean something.
He almost missed the knock on his door, and barely had time to shove the mask under his bed.
“Honey?” Bram’s mom opened the door an inch. “There’s someone here to see you?”
“Garrett?”
“Nope,” Bram’s mom replied mysteriously.
Bram walked down the stairs and was pleasantly surprised to see Simon in his foyer.
“Si?” Bram said, walking up to him, face riddled with confusion.
“Hey, Bram. I-I wanted to see how you were doing, after today,” Simon shuffled in place.
“We can step outside,” Bram offered, wondering if Simon wanted to talk alone.
They sat together on their front porch, and Simon tried to keep his breathing under control. He had no idea how he’d built up the courage to do this, but he knew he had to.
If his experience today had taught him anything, it was that nothing was promised, not even the next moment. Today could have ended very differently for him, for Bram, and for everyone there. And he knew that someone wouldn’t always be there to save them.
He needed to let Bram know the truth.
“I like you,” Simon blurted out as soon as they sat down.
“What?”
“I know that sounds fucking weird to hear, and I don’t even know if you like guys, or let alone like me…but I could have died today and I realized that I couldn’t let a day go by without letting you know that…”
“Si?” Bram interrupted.
“Yeah?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I like you too. A lot,” Bram replied.
“Oh?”
“And if it’s okay with you, I’d really like to kiss you,”
“That’s more than okay,”
Bram carefully leaned in to close the distance, closing his eyes in time. He felt the gentlest movement against his mouth and Bram felt his heart skip a beat. Simon was kissing him back.
Bram wanted to stay in this moment for as long as he could, but he knew that this one act was going to change everything. This was going to be another person who he’d either be keeping a secret from, or to whom he’d be confessing a heavy truth. This was someone who’s safety could be used against him. Someone with whom he would fall in love.
But Bram pushed away those intrusive thoughts, giving his all to the kiss. At that moment, he decided, nothing else was going to matter. No bad guys, no overbearing stress, not his secret identity; nobody existed outside of the bubble of himself and the boy in his arms.
There would come a time where he’d have to trust Simon with everything, and Bram had an inkling it would turn out fine. After all, Simon owed him one.
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