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I Just Want You to Know Who I Am

Summary:

Nick Nelson is surviving, not living. A rugby injury ended his sport, a corporate desk job keeps him comfortable, and the closet keeps him safe. He’s done the math: staying closeted is simpler, safer, less messy.

Then comes the company reorg — and with it, Charlie Spring. Out and proud. Tattooed. Brilliant. Practically the only thing people talk about at work. He’s everything Nick isn’t, and exactly who Nick can’t seem to ignore.

Now stuck working side by side, their bickering turns into sparks neither of them can control. Numbers don’t lie, but feelings? That’s an entirely different equation.

 

Enemies to lovers. Office drama. Sarcasm, banter, slow burn tension… and a guaranteed happy ending.

 

**See Chapter 18 onwards for Tumblr-posted images created to illustrate Nick and Charlie in this universe.

Notes:

Hi everyone! ✨

The fic title comes from the song “Iris” by Goo Goo Dolls (in case you didn’t catch the reference 😉). I’ve had it on repeat these past few weeks, and it sparked the idea of a version of Nick who struggles with internalised homophobia but, deep down, longs to be seen and understood for who he truly is. And really, who better to be the one who sees him than Charlie? 💕

This fic will be E-rated, though the smut will build gradually and appear later on 🫣. There will also be some angst along the way — so buckle up with me for the journey, and I promise there’s light at the end.

If this isn’t your cup of tea, that’s totally fine — feel free to click out. But if you decide to stay, thank you for coming along for the ride.

Also: not beta-read, so all mistakes are mine 😬. And if you notice any tags I’ve missed, let me know!

Chapter Text

Chapter 1 - the Announcement 

 

Nick’s at his desk, an email came through about the team's reorg announcement. He’s scrolling through the new org chart when he spots Charlie Spring’s name alongside Tao Xu. His stomach knots.

Another welcome email came through from his boss, Kumar, welcoming the two new team members. He clicks the email shut without reading it. He'll do that later.

Great. Just great. Out of everyone they could’ve moved to our team, it had to be him.

Charlie Spring. The business analyst with the tattoos that peek out from his shirtsleeves, the silver glint of piercings catching office light, the one who laughs too loud in the break room and somehow manages to look effortlessly cool while everyone else is wilting under deadlines.

And now he’s supposed to work with him sitting in their team's island?

Nick tells himself it’s not hate. Except… it kind of feels like hate. Not because Charlie’s done anything to him — they’ve barely exchanged two words. It’s more that Charlie’s presence already makes Nick feel off-balance. Like the rules don’t apply to him.

Charlie shows up late with iced coffee and still gets smiles. He’s got friends in every department after a week, while Nick’s been grinding for years to build his reputation. He’s comfortable being loud, being different, being seen — everything Nick’s been trying not to be.

So yeah. Maybe Nick hates that the reorg needs to happen. Because Charlie’s the type who might notice the cracks Nick keeps hidden. The type who would make a joke at his expense without meaning to, and Nick would feel it more than he should. The type who reminds him — not of bullies, but of a freedom Nick isn’t sure he’s brave enough to want.

And it’s infuriating.

Because every time Charlie walks past with that messy hair and sly grin, Nick can already feel himself losing the upper hand. And they're not even assigned to work together. Yet. 

Nick slams his laptop shut, jaw tight. He tells himself it’s fine. He doesn’t hate Charlie. He hates the way Charlie makes him feel like maybe he’s been playing the wrong role all along.

Let's hope they won't have to work on anything together at all. Ever.