Hey y'all, real quick before we get into this. I'm not usually a fanfiction-writing type of lady, but I needed to do something creative, and I know a lot of people wish there were more Milo fanficitions. Warning though, I haven't written anything except academic essays in a while, so it may be a little rough.

Enjoy!

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Summary: You get hired at the Smithsonian Institute in the same department as Milo, and you became very close. You like him more than just a friend and finally confess.

[Characters are kinda thrown around, don't worry if they're not in their usual job/realm but just work with it lol]

Y/N: your name
H/T: home town

H/C: hair color
E/C: eye color
I also put 'M(x)' in place of Mr/Ms or whatever you're comfy with to keep it as gender neutral as I can. Let me know if there's any mistakes with gendered terms!

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You stared at the large brick building in front of you, your nerves building. You had just moved to Washington DC from (H/T). You've been here for about a week, preparing for your new job at the Smithsonian Institute, and it's been very stressful and overwhelming. Of course this was one of your biggest accomplishments, but you couldn't help feeling some doubts and anxiety before walking up the wide staircase to the entrance. As you stepped inside, you shifted your backpack and tried to fix your hair before going up to the front desk. You stood in front of an older woman who was speaking to someone on the phone.

"Oh yes, I understand..." you listened to her as she puffed cigarette smoke in your direction. She sounded annoyed and her voice was raspy. She caught sight of you and her mood seemed to lighten. "I see, but unfortunately I have matters to attend to, so you can call back anytime." She hung up the phone and motioned for you to come closer.

"You must be (Y/N L/N). We've been expecting you," she said, looking you up and down as you nodded. You would have spoke but your mouth was too dry from the nerves. "You couldn't have come at a better time, I've been dealing with that same salesman all morning. Some people just can't take no for an answer."

"Oh, um, I'm glad I could help," you said finally, laughing awkwardly and fidgeting with your sleeve.

"I'm Wilhelmina Packard. I suppose you need help getting where you're going," she said, and you couldn't help sensing her harsh tone. Before you could respond, she stood up and gestured for you to follow.
You followed her down the long hallways, which you couldn't help wondering how you weren't going to get lost in. You were in shock with how huge the place was. You had only ever seen pictures, but it couldn't have prepared you for what it was actually like. Mrs. Packard led you to two tall wooden doors, which she knocked on, then began walking away.

"Good luck kid, you're going to need it," she said while cackling.

You had to admit, that stressed you out even more. You wiped your palms on your shirt, just in time for a short old man to open the doors.

"Ah, yes, M(x). (L/N), so good to meet you," the old man said, grabbing your hand and shaking it aggressively. "You can call me Mr. Whitmore."

"Hello," you said, smiling. Your voice was shaking a little. "It's good to meet you too."

The old man welcomed you into what you assumed was his office, which was just as big as some of the other rooms you had passed on your way, but considerably darker.

"Wow," you whispered. Every wall was filled with bookshelves and maps, and there was a small fireplace in the corner, which seemed to be the only source of light. "This is all your stuff?"

"Sure is! Here, take a seat." He gestured to a table in the center of the room. "Make yourself at home while I get Mr. Thatch."

You knew there was only one other person working in the department you had applied for, but you knew nothing about him. It was comforting to know you would have someone more experienced on your side. Shortly, Mr. Whitmore returned with another man. You couldn't make out his features due to the lack of light, but you could see he was tall and fairly skinny.

"Congratulations Milo, you're no longer our only linguist." The two came closer to the fire where you were sitting, and you had to admit to yourself that Milo was not exactly unattractive. "This is (Y/N L/N). M(x). (L/N),  this is Milo Thatch."

Milo seemed just as nervous as you, as he stared at you with his eyes wide for a few seconds. Mr. Whitmore cleared his throat and nudged him a little. "OH, um, yeah, uh, I'm Milo Thatch," he said as his cheeks slowly grew red. He held out his hand to you.

"Hi Mr. Thatch, I'm looking forward to working with you." You shook his hand, but you found it hard to make eye contact with him. You could feel your cheeks heating up, but you hoped it could be passed off as being too close to the fire.

"Ahem," Mr. Whitmore cleared his throat again, shifting your attention back to him. "Milo, why don't you show M(x). (L/N) around?"

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By now you were used to your job and living in DC. You were enjoying yourself, and made some new friends around the city and at work. However, someone stood out more than the others. And that someone happened to be Milo. You knew you had feelings for him almost right away, but you were unsure of how he felt. You two were very close and considered each other best friends, and this was known throughout the staff at the Smithsonian.

On this particular day, you were working overtime. You two had been working almost all week on the same project with little progress until now. You both decided to push through the night the best you could.

You looked up from your spot on the floor, which was covered in documents and books. You had to admit, you were exhausted. You knew Milo was feeling it too. He was on the other side of the room in deep focus on his work. His glasses were slowly sliding down his nose and he had dark circles under his eyes. His usual optimism and energy was gone, but he was still determined to finish working.

You always enjoyed watching Milo work. You knew you had a big crush on him and thought he was very attractive, especially when he was focused on his job. You also admired his motivation, but at that moment you couldn't stand working any longer.

"Hey Milo?" You asked.

"Hm?" he looked up from the papers he had in his hand.

"I need to take a break, I think I'm gonna pass out." You yawned immediately after you finished speaking.

"I think I need one too," he mumbled. If his appearance didn't give it away already, his raspy voice proved how tired he actually was.

"I'm gonna go outside for a little bit if you wanna come," you said. You really loved spending time with Milo, but you had to get outside. You got up and Milo followed silently.

Once you got outside, the cold night air hit you and you began shivering. Milo must have noticed because he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. You knew you were blushing, but thankfully it was dark out.

A thought suddenly hit you. What if you told Milo how you felt? Maybe it's just because you were tired, or because he was so close to you, but you felt that you had the confidence to do it.

You sat down on a bench beneath a street lamp. Milo still had his arm around you. You thought to yourself, "what if he says no? I could ruin our friendship." You contemplated for a while. You knew he was a sweet person naturally, but sometimes he did seem more affectionate towards you. Sometimes he was even teased for it by the other staff, but you always brushed it off as being close friends. But he did get shy around you occasionally, so maybe he did feel the same.

You sat in silence together for a little bit longer. "I should just tell him. I'm gonna be mad at myself if I don't. And maybe if he says no I can pass it off as being tired," you continued saying to yourself.

Finally, you gained the courage to tell him. "Milo, can I tell you something?"

He looked down at you and smiled. "Of course."

"So, I know you might think it's weird, and that's fine." You felt your palms get clammy, but you weren't going to let yourself chicken out now. "Um, I kinda think I might like you as more than just a friend." You said it faster than you had anticipated, and you weren't even sure he understood you.

"oh my god, that was such a bad way to say it," you thought and stared at your shoes. You didn't want to see how Milo reacted. He was silent for a little while.

"Really?" His voice sounded squeaky and high pitched now. You nodded, still avoiding eye contact. "(Y/N), I really like you too," he said quietly. "I didn't want to tell you because I never thought you would feel the same way."

You looked up at him and felt relieved, excited, and scared all at the same time. "You really do?"

"Yeah, I mean I've always thought you were, um, pretty, and stuff, like not in a weird way just..." he trailed off and you could see his cheeks turn pink.

"Well, I think you're pretty too, Milo." You nudged him jokingly and he laughed.

"I thought all our coworkers gave it away," he said. "They made it so obvious, I thought there was no way you didn't know."

"I kind of had a feeling, but I was too nervous to ask." You felt more relaxed now, and began resting your head on his shoulder.

Milo looked refreshed. His energy was back and he was smiling wide again. "So um, does this mean we're, you know, together now?"

You raised your head a little to look at him. "Are you asking me to be your significant other Milo?"

Milo began stuttering and blushing again, but eventually he said, "Yes."

You smiled. "I would like that."

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Y'all i got kinda lazy at the end sorry about that lmaoo. It's late and I have a finance test tomorrow, but hope you enjoyed.