#SlushhStuff

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Hcs for being Jake's (bmc) best friend? Like 100 percent platonic please

-You guys had always been in school together, but started getting close in fourth grade Reading Olympics (he actually kinda liked to read fiction, he can just never find free time to read. This was an excuse to have another extracurricular and read)

-He’d show up to the library, and you were usually there anyway, so you’d help him find stuff and talk about/ quiz him on the books he’d read

-He started to come up to you in school, or ask if he could bike to your house after student council because he needed help with social studies

-Fast forward to high school- everyone always thought you were a couple, or would make a great one, but the idea made you both roll your eyes; he had his conquests, you had yours, and you two were the best wingmen for each other.

-As Jake joined more activities and became more popular,  you had to learn to share your best friend. Even so, he’d always meet you Tuesday nights at Sbarro for garlic knots. No exceptions. 

-He loves to give you piggyback rides

-Your parents love him, and vice versa. You’ve had sleepovers at both houses, and they don’t even bat an eye anymore.

-He doesn’t mind watching chick flicks or whatever, as long as there are food and his best bud involved

-You guys have been each others’ best friends on snap since y’all downloaded the app

-You go to each of his games/matches/debates/whatever he may have for school this time

-You guys win superlative for “Most Likely to Be Best Friends Forever” when you graduate

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When You Get Hit On HCs (DEH x Reader)

Connor:

-Lowkey pissed. Actually, highkey. He flips his shit.

- “Can I help you?”

- Connor was positive that you date him out of pity, and would much rather be going out with a dumb jock.

-He moped until you managed to convince him otherwise

-At first, he’s all offensive and angry, but as the relationship progresses, he finds a better alternative

-When anyone even thinks about approaching you, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind and kiss your neck, or gives you a rough smooch. He wants people to know who you’re taken by.

-“Hey, man. Do you like my boots? How do you think they’d look kicking your ass?”

-Once, a jock smacked your ass, and after pummeling him, he bought you a dozen roses that fell out of your locker the next day.

-Sometimes he’ll just say he loves you really loud as you walk down the halls

-Connor left hickeys where he knew people would see them. He wasn’t messing around

-Loves the idea that only he can do what he does for you

Jared:

-Jealous asf.

-He’ll see a guy talking to you, and he swAGGERS OVER like

-“That better have been a drug deal I just witnessed I swear to God”

-Definitely hacks a nerd’s Wizard 101 account after they talked to you

-“Yeah, I get it, but I just don’t see why he had to get chem notes from you specifically. He could have chosen anyone in the class!”

-Generally dramatic but is fully aware of it and shows zero signs of stopping

-“Did [name] invite you to their barbeque? No? Then why the fuck are you all up in their grill?”

-Jared just wants you to himself and wants to love you a lot because he feels like the luckiest guy ever

-Definitely the type of guy that would get you jewelry with his initials

-Wants to reassure you that he’ll fight for you

Evan:

-Not very assertive

-Will kinda tug on your shirt or something if you’re talking to another guy, like when you wanna leave a family party early and need to convince your mom.

-He starts being more public about your relationship.

-Like, he’ll start posting more pics with you on social media, or kissing you before you part ways for class.

-Also LOTS OF BIG HUGS

-Often gets Connor or Jared to scare/fend off people that hit on you because he’s too nervy to do it himself

-Won’t get angry when people hit on you, but rather, is all giddy

-It’s bc he knows that out of all those dudes, you chose him, and that just makes him all the more grateful for you

-You hate when dudes hit on you, and Evan always uses it as a chance to shower you with admiration.

-“I mean, you are the cutest, smartest, most beautiful being in the entire multiverse”

Zoe:

-A lot like Connor, she’ll be grumpy when someone hits on you.

-She’s a lot better with recognizing a flirt vs a friend, though

-She also tends to figure out when they’re flirting vs being nice, and is almost always right

-Very cuddly in public, and isn’t afraid to hANG on you when you’re chillin

-Very polite but sassy when someone tries to get with you

-“Hi, um, excuse me? They’re with me,” and she just kinda bats her eyelashes

-Nonchalant hand holding. Everywhere.

-Gets you two matching bracelets bc cute shit

-If a really pushy boy keeps trying to get with you, she’ll come up to you and be like, “Oh, hi babe!”

-And she’ll just be v gay with you until they leave

Alana:

-Very busy, so she isn’t usually around when you’re hit on

-Even so, if you bring it up, she’ll ask you about the details constantly

-When you insist it isn’t a big deal, she insists that you at least give her a name. You usually don’t hear from that person after that.

- Takes pride in all of her titles, but she’d take being your girl over being president of any club

- Like even tho she isn’t huge on PDA she loves you more than anyone in the galaxy and wants to scream it from the rooftops

- “What do you need from [name]? I bet I could get someone who can help you” *death glare*

-She is so ready to fight at all times, but rarely shows it

-Asking your permission first, writes her name on your bag with little stars and hearts

- “Now everyone will know better than to try and get with my love”

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Connor headcanons on him dating a shy girl that a lot of guys want just for her figure? Thanks a mil

RiGhT sO (more under the cut bc I got carried away):

-Connor always had to listen to guys drool over you in the boy’s locker room. He didn’t know rlly know you at the time, but it was shitty and indecent no matter what.

-At one point, he actually SwuNg at one of the dudes. He’d gotten so fed up with listening to how you “made your way across the room with an ass that won’t quit”.

-You found out through the grapevine and worked up the courage to thank him. Connor insisted that it was no big deal, and that any decent human being would have done the same. 

-You asked him to hang out anyway

-It was a pretty casual date, just some milkshakes and a walk through the park. The only remark he made about your physical appearance was at the very beginning, when he remarked “Zoe has that top, I think. You wear it a lot better,”

-You were both kinda at a loss for words at first,  but you eventually bonded over talking about shitty teachers and students and such

-He held your hand at one point, but that’s as far as he let it go

-The two of you had a great time, and agreed to see each other again

-When you guys went steady, Connor flipped off every single person who asked things like “how good is she?” or whatever. 

-When he finally kissed you, it was gentle and soft. He kept telling you how beautiful you looked

-He was scared to be intimate, or to initiate it, because he didn’t want you thinking that it was all he wanted

-Your smile blew him away, and he’d never fail to tell you that

-The pair of you were crazy about each other. Insanely. Neither of you were very public people as it was, but you were very proud to be each other’s

-You made Connor feel good, and warm and fuzzy. He’d rarely show it or be gushy tho

-Lots of late night cuddles

-”I don’t deserve such a goddess”

-He’d never call you degrading things, or disrespect you. Your body was sacred in his eyes, and unless you explicitly asked, he’d treat your figure like glass

-The two of you adored skipping out on social events together, but when you actually went, you guys were still glued to each other

-Dating you and being friends with Jared included a lot of Connor smacking Jared upside the head

-When he saw you in your prom dress? He literally teared up. He blamed it on weed, though.

-His art is almost all inspired by you!!! Paintings! Sketches! Doodles!

-Gets sent to the office a lot bc people are annoying and ask gross questions and he doesn’t wanna deal

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Shameless (Connor x Deaf! Reader)

W/C: 1929 whoops

Warnings: Bullying, cursing, general angst

Requested by anon: "Can you do a Connor Murphy x Deaf!Reader where the reader is new and when the people at the high school find out they kind of outcast and bully the reader. Possibly add in that Connor learns sign language for the reader"

(A/N: I researched, and I'm doing my best to portray this properly. Apologies if I don't...the rest is under the cut noice)

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New school. New people. New social structure. Same you.

Being born the way you were, it wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. It was a complication during your mother's pregnancy, and that was that. Being deaf wasn't a cage of isolation or a damnation of any kind. It was just different.

Leave it up to high school to change that.

Teenagers aren't as accepting of the things children tend to look past. You started ninth grade at a cutesy little high school in New Jersey. You even had a best friend named Michael. Despite your happy outlook on the world, it slowly began withering away as people called you names and treated you like some sort of alien. You technically couldn't hear them, but it didn't make it hurt any less when you could read their lips.

You got bullied out of that school. The next one wasn't too heinous. You were practically invisible, and began to enjoy it. However, after a chain of suicides and a freak explosion, your mother made you transfer before you had a chance to protest.

That's how you met the beautiful son of a bitch, otherwise known as Connor Murphy.

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"[Name], really,you're being ridiculous," your mother said. Rather, she signed, but ASL is a confusing thing if you don't understand it, and sentences are very broken up. You knew what she meant, though.

Most of the time, you read her lips, or used SEE. You could kinda use gestures and motions to convey what you needed, but not in the car.

You rolled your eyes. "Not. School. People. Bad." You signed back. Pulling up to the school, you waved to your mother with a semi fake grin. You didn't wanna meet new people, or have them pity you, or whatever. You weren't in the mood for teachers who didn't understand you, or kids trying to harass words out of you.

The principal was nice enough. He spoke slowly and clearly, aware that you needed it in order to understand. He explained that the teachers were aware of the circumstances, and that they'd teach accordingly.

When you were younger, you had special classes or a translator. You insisted that it wouldn't be necessary after your first high school, specifically because you didn't want people knowing. Being deaf wasn't something you were ashamed of, but the less your classmates knew, the better.

Clutching your books, you strolled off to your next class. You paid attention to your surroundings, unlike some people. Colliding with another boy, you stumbled back.

You composed yourself, glaring at him. He had messy, long brown locks and a dainty nose. Bending over to pick up the fallen books, you met eyes.

He had the most beautiful eyes. Colors had always been something you thoroughly appreciated, and this string bean had the most stirring blue eyes you'd ever seen. The blue puddles bled into brown in his right eye, and you found yourself gaping.

"H-hey, I'm sorry..." He mumbled casually. Looking up, he realized he didn't recognize you, and his face lit up. It meant a new start.

"You the new girl? I'm Connor." He rubbed the back of his neck, handing you the books and standing up. You weren't aware he was speaking, though, because you were looking at the floor at the time.

"What's your name?" Connor asked meekly. He spoke so quickly, you couldn't understand. He looked at your notebook, nodding as if he'd answered his own question and tapping the curly handwriting. "Ah, [name]. Nice to meet you, then. I'll see you around" he nodded again, scurrying off.

With a confused smile, you turned over your pile of books. The bottom one had your name neatly labeled across it, and you came to the conclusion he knew your name. You didn't know his, though.

Your shoes dragging across the tile floors, you sighed, lost in thought. It could have gone a lot worse.

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Connor stood in the boy's bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror.

"Dork." He took a deep breath. "She didn't know you. She doesn't think you're a freak! Well, she didn't. Now she probably does..." Connor huffed, rubbing his face hopelessly.

"Who the fuck cares?" He thought out loud. "The other kids would have told her anyway. That you're a loser. A freak and a half." He convinced himself, sliding down the wall and sitting on the floor.

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"This is [name]. She just moved here, and I hope you all treat her well." The first-period teacher introduced.

To them, it probably seemed like a teacher thing to say, but to you, the pity vibe you knew all too well panged in your heart.

Every class seemed to go quickly, which you were grateful for. The teacher would introduce you, and you'd nod and wave and smile or whatever before sitting back down. People probably assumed you were just the quiet new kid. That was true to an extent. Admittedly, you struggled without an interpreter, which is why your parents practically begged you that it was a bad decision. At the time, though, you thought anything was better than being alienated yet again.

Then came lunch.

You sat by yourself, picking at a peanut butter and jelly mindlessly as you doodled. It was an eye. Well, two eyes. Mystery boy's exquisite, multicolored eyes. Not that you'd been thinking about him, or his long legs or tangly chestnut hair. He was just nice from an aesthetic standpoint.

That's when you saw him. He came up to you slowly, as if he was regretting his actions or having second thoughts, but he sat across from you despite this.

"I'mmmm.... sorry," He said, dragging out the words enough that you understood.

You simply shook your head, waving your hand as if to say it wasn't a huge deal. After a half a minute of silence, he was discouraged by your lack of conversation and stood up.

"Actions speak louder than words. Always." Your mother's voice echoed through your head.

You grabbed his wrist, and he looked back at you with confusion. Looking at his seat, he understood that you wanted him to stay. It seemed that, with this boy, you had to be very direct. Taking out a piece of paper, you wrote it out in big letters.

I'M DEAF

Taking the piece of paper in his hands, you saw his expression scream with remorse and horror.

"O-oh, my god, I'm so fucking sorry" He uttered an apology, and you got the gist of his message.

I'm sorry. My name is Connor if you didn't catch that earlier.

Don't be sorry. You didn't know. I can read your lips if you speak clearly enough.

He grinned a little, a signature half smile that you'd come to adore. He continued to ask you questions, and you'd answer to the best of your ability with gestures. When answers got too elaborate, you wrote them down.

Turned out you had the rest of your periods with him, so you two had lunch and three academic periods with him.

Connor walked with you to class, which was a big help because you didn't know the way. He even sat next to you in class, and he wrote notes for you. Admittedly, he hated paying attention in class, but he felt good helping you. He felt less helpless. Less useless. It was a nice change. You made Connor feel like you wanted to spend time with him, as opposed to being stuck with his presence. It was heartwarming, and your condition remained a secret between the two of you and the faculty.

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It went on like that for four days. Four sweet, serene days with a friend that you cherished. Connor had even bought you a little notebook for your disposal. You'd text him a lot, too.

Connie: Hey hey hey

Me: Why are you up? It's 1 AM

Connie: Reading, u?

Me: Wait, back up. Connor Murphy. Reading?!?!

Connie: Yup

Me: I didn't know you could read.

Connie: Shush.

Me: Whatcha reading?

Connie: ...

Connie: I'm learning ASL :))

It was probably the first time Connor had truly surprised you. That was two days ago. It was Friday now, and you met at your locker as you'd become accustomed to doing.

"Morning," Connor waved casually with a yawn. He then took a deep breath and signed "hi" to you successfully with a dorky grin. You smiled, too. A real, genuine, couldn't-be-happier smile. Throwing your arms around him in a hug, you saw trouble approaching over Connor's shoulder.

"Aw, the freak found a lady freak!" A jock sneered, and Connor released you at the sound. Whipping around, his fists clenched. You watched his knuckles turn white.

"What the fuck did you call [name]?" He demanded of the bully, stepping closer.

The witless imbecile snickered. "There's gotta be something wrong with her if she wanted you, Murphy," he spat. "Tell me about her" He whispered. Connor was angry. Angry at the world for letting assholes roam the earth. Angry at this specific asshole for existing. Angry at himself for letting you become a target.

Connor didn't owe the neanderthal a word, and everyone there knew it. You grabbed his sleeve, insisting that you two go, but he shook his head. All you could do is stand next to him and watch.

"You wanna hear about [name]? Alright. That's probably the easiest question I've ever heard at this goddamn school. She's pretty, and deep, which is hard to find. She's headstrong, and kicks life's ass every single day." Connor crossed his arms. He was on a roll now. He didn't even check to see if you could understand- which you could, because he was so emphatic with each word.

"Keep going," The bully egged on, looking for something he could use against you.

"Gladly. She's graceful and modest. [Name] has the most fucking beautiful laugh in the world, and she's never even heard it-" Connor stopped in his tracks, and everyone's jaw dropped. The bully cocked his head to the side, glaring at you.

"You...you can't hear me?" he glared, and you looked down at your feet. You didn't wanna read what he was saying.

For a brief second, you looked back up at Connor, who kept repeating that he was sorry. His eyes were a bit red, and you couldn't tell if it was him about to cry or he was high and you didn't notice. Either way, you weren't all that happy.

You decided to show them both a gesture that anyone, deaf or not, could understand. With a flash of your middle fingers, you strutted off to class on your own.

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By lunch, everyone knew. The stares were obvious, and the whispers apparent, but you did your best not to care. Eating by yourself sucked, though.

There was a tap on your shoulder, and you jumped a little, surprised. It was Connor. You rolled your eyes, looking back at the table. He continued to poke you. With a groan, you reluctantly looked over at him.

"I'm sorry. Very. Very. Sorry" He stressed each word as it's own sentence. You could tell how upset he was, and knew he didn't mean to tell your secret. Smiling softly, you pulled a note out of your pocket that you had written earlier.

Life is always gonna suck, but you make it better

Connor read it. Overwhelmed by emotion and giddiness, he kissed you. Happily surprised, you kissed back. You taught one another, that no matter what, to be proud of who you were.

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Jeremy x Reader Teacher Headcannons!

-You were a high school English teacher, and he taught history down the hall.

-He didn't necessarily like the job, but liked teaching the kids about the world, and how they impact the world today.

-Sometimes, you'd sit in on his fourth period class because you have a free period. When you were there, he'd throw your inside jokes into his lesson, just to make you giggle.

-"Mr. Mell, are they dating yet?" "Not yet, but I can't keep betting on when. I'm almost out of singles."

-Jeremy would come in during your class to ask for more chalk or a ruler, and the whole class would go up in "oohs".

-"Really? You guys are like, seventeen. Chill."

-On Halloween, you, Jeremy and Michael were Alvin and the Chipmunks. The three of you won the faculty costume contest.

-You two would chaperone school dances, and everyone would egg you two on when the slow songs came on. Michael, being the cool music teacher, was the DJ, and would play them whenever you two seemed particularly comfy.

-You'd entertain them sometimes, making light conversation as you'd dance at a respectable distance.

-Jeremy liked to get dangerously close on occasion, just to make the students flip out. It would make your breath hitch, too, but you'd never admit it.

-Your students put mistletoe in the doorway during Christmas time. You and Jeremy got caught under it once, and while you protested and reprimanded your students, he took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

-You assigned that the students write a fiction love story after reading Romeo and Juliet. Almost every story had names suspiciously close to yours and Jeremy's.

-In the morning, you'd get there before Jeremy, make his coffee and wait for him in the teachers' lounge.

-He started bringing you a donut everymorning in return.

-February rolled around, and paper hearts covered your classroom. Jeremy decorated his own very reluctantly, so you came into his room and drew hearts on his board.

-Michael and Jeremy would switch ties in the middle of the day sometimes, and most of the time you were the only one who noticed.

-One day, you told Jeremy to watch your class while you went to go et copies of a worksheet.

-The students immediately started grilling him about your relationship.

-Jeremy hushed them, confiding and recruiting them for something. When you came back, it was dead silent.

-A week later, you started walking to your classroom, and were stopped by a student that gave you a rose.

-It was a reoccuring theme as you walked down the hall. You had a boquet when you reached your classroom.

-aAAAND there stood Jeremy Heere, a sign asking you "help make prom night go down in history" with him.

-It was like a movie. You strutted over to him, putting down the flowers, grabbing him by the tie and kissing him gently.

-Michael was recording the whole thing, and got a lot of money back from the students.

-"S-so, like, is that a yes, o-or?"

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DEH x Reader at the Zoo HCs

Evan: -Really likes birds at the zoo. Not like, the ostriches or peacocks, but he could literally sit on a bench watching the pidgeons for an hour or so -He's actually hella scared of ostriches. He won't admit it, though. -Evan LOVES elephants. If he gets to see baby ones, he'll smile the rest of the day. -"LOOK AT THE PENGUIN!! ITS SO S M A L L" -Reluctantly agrees to look at snakes, but holds your hand really tight the entire time -He can't keep his eyes off of the tigers. He finds them calming -"IS THAT A REAL BEAR OH MY GOD ITS BIG" -Sad because animals in captivity -"[Name], sweetheart, can you take a picture of me with this stuffed koala?" -Ends up buying you said koala because he feels bad for using the merchandise if he didn't buy it Jared: -Demands that you see the monkeys as soon as you arrived. -Like, literally, "C'mon. Monkeyssssss." And Jared whines like an incapable five year-old until you agreed. -When you finally get to the monkeys, he looks for maybe seven seconds before getting bored. -"I'm not scared of bats, that's dumb!" So he storms into the bat house and you find him in the corner shifting uncomfortably between his two feet. -Tries to feed himself to the giraffes. -Really likes the naked mole rat and groundhogs for some reason. -"Do you think they'd let me ride a rhino?" -Spends more time in the gift shop than with the actual animals. -He doesn't buy anything related to the zoo, but instead $55 dollars worth of candy, fidget spinners and shirts with dumb animal puns. -"Babe, can we pleaseeeee go back tommorow? That was like, the most fun I've ever had." Connor -Enjoys the reptile house, which is expected. -He really likes the otters, which is less expected, and it makes you giggle. -"If you tell anyone that I just went to the kid's petting zoo and enjoyed it, I'm not kissing you for a month." -Talks/yells back at the parrots when they squawk. -Lowkey tried to kidnap an aardvark and take it home because he loved it so much. -Eats way more than you find healthy -You take like a million photos of him in the butterfly pavillion and you can see the exact photo where he realizes you're documenting the experience and is less than amused. -"I am taking over the world with an army of polar bears. Fuck yeah." -Tries to make out with you in the bat house, which you don't exactly find romantic -Managed to only do like two illegal things Zoe -Takes a thousand photos, some of animals and most of you being cute as hell. -Really wants to hug a panda -Tries to pull a Harry Potter with the boa in the reptile house -Talks a lot about the owls, because she apparently went through a hardcore owl loving phase -"Aw, look, the lizards are hugging!" "Zoe, that's not hugging" -Has you take a bunch of photos of her making faces at llamas -Offers to give you a piggyback ride through the Bear County when you get tired. -Reads the names of all the animals and mentally catalogues them. -Buys you both "She's mine" tee shirts, and smirks at the cashier when he gives you two a weird look. Alana -Knows more things about the animals than the employees -Mapped out the entire trip beforehand -Liked anything endangered, colorful, or fluffy -Even the animals she didn't necessarily like, she still appreciated -"We should start a campaign for endangered animals!" -Kindly told children who were knocking on the dispay glass to stop -Found flowers and put them in your hair as you walked, grinning the entire time -Fell in love with the badgers. You have to pull her away, and eventually convince her that you have to stick to her schedule -Used multiple bird calls that she knew

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I Like You A Latte (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Summary: You work at a coffee shop, and Connor visits every day during your shift.

Words: 1564

Warnings: none

(A/N: Thank you for all the positive feedback on Pastels, my first oneshot! Here’s another for you guys!)

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DING!

The little bell attached to the door rang so many times that Saturday morning, it was enough to make you sick. You took a deep breath, plastering on a fake smile for the abundance of cranky and rude customers waiting for their various coffee orders. You didn’t hate working there. You just hated all the people that worked there, and all the people you served, and…yeah, you hated working there.

Even so, sometimes the world would surprise you a little bit at work. It would bring in a cute customer, or a big tip, or a light day. Today was one of those days.

DING!

Sighing, you straightened your posture and smiled. “Hi! Welcome to Affogato, what can I-” you looked up at the customer stopping in your tracks. He was a gorgeous boy, with an aura that screamed mystery. Looking a little closer as he approached the counter, you recognized him as a boy from your homeroom.

Shit, did you just think Connor Murphy was cute?!? Well, I mean, he is, but god, chill!

“Connor Murphy?” You raised an eyebrow, smiling a genuine smile as you eyed him up and down. His long, chestnut brown hair was covered by a beanie, and his button nose was pink from the cold. You could tell he wasn’t in the mood for society today, but from what you’d heard about Connor, that was a constant thing for him. People talked about what a monster Connor Murphy was every single day at school. Of course they did, and it spread like wildfire because it was high school. You heard the stories, but you never really listened. You wanted to discover this kid on your own terms, unbiased. Connor tapped his chipped black painted nails on the counter with a curt nod.

“[Name]?” He made a noise somewhere in between a chuckle and a scoff. “Didn’t expect to see a face like you here.” He shrugged, not thinking anything else of it. “Black, two sugars,” Connor paused for a moment. “…please.” He muttered. Had you been a stranger, he probably wouldn’t have had the courtesy, or maybe he was just in a decent mood, but the gesture was an appreciated one no matter the reason.

You picked up a cup, getting to work. He made small talk as you poured.

“Whatcha up to this weekend?” Connor asked nonchalantly with a sigh. “Partying? Maybe running away to join the circus?” He asked sarcastically as you handed him his coffee. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“As if I’m capable of doing extraordinary.” You joked. “Nope, just work. Saving up for something cool, like a camera or lava lamp or whatever people spend money on these days.” You straightened your apron. “You?” Connor bounced from one foot to another, finally deciding to take a seat on one of the counter stools.

“Oh, you know, the usual. It’s a toss up between doing nothing and being called a nuisance or doing something and being called a nuisance anyway” He looked into his abyss of a coffee cup. His lips curved into a sad smile. “Sorry, that was….satire.” Connor took out his wallet, fishing out two crisp dollar bills. “Keep the change” He instructed as he stood. Sipping his coffee, he left, and you stood there, lost in thought. No one, in your months of working there, had stopped to have a conversation with the exception of your best friends. You really didn’t know what to think. Who would?

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“No, Jared, it was so weird! But like, in a good way…” You trailed off, putting your phone on speaker and placing it on your desk. You were pacing around your room, talking to your problematic fave- the “insanely cool Jared Kleinman”, as he referred to himself.

“What, [name], it’s weird that he came into the coffee shop and ordered a coffee?” Jared pointed out, and you groaned.

“No, it’s weird that he was…I dunno! Everything about him just seems….like…I don’t even know what to think, dude.” You ran a hand through your hair. “It was like, he’s bitter, but chill, but kind and empathetic, but also sarcastic, but also genuine as hell?!?!? I’m sooo confused” You buried your face in your hands. Jared laughed.

“Has the stone cold heart found wuvvvvvv?” He teased. “I gotta say, dude, I didn’t think you were the angsty murderer type!” His laughter grew into hysterics, and you were quick to defend him. You weren’t sure why, though.

“Would you stop, Kleinman? He isn’t gonna shoot up the school or whatever. I bet you Connor’s really sweet.” You challenged. This got his attention.

“What have you even got to bet? Nothing I’d want” Jared sneered

“Gamestop visit with my credit card..” You smirked, and he audibly gasped into the phone.

“Holy shit, for serious? Don’t play with me like that, man” He said in disbelief.

“I’m 100 percent for serious.” You countered.

“Deal. And…if you win?” He asked, almost frightened. The stakes seemed high.

“When I win,” you think for a minute, “you have to become an apprentice park ranger with Evan for the summer.” You grinned.

“No fair, [name]!” he sighs. “You know what? Fine. But only because of the videogames. And you’re gonna lose.” Jared says as-a-matter-of-factly.

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Connor came in for the next week, ordering the same thing every single day. Even when you weren’t working mornings, Connor managed to come in during your shift. It was as if he knew your schedule, and he always came in later in your shift, when you were thoroughly tired and annoyed. It kind of cheered you up.

Sometimes, he stayed for a while and talk. He’d sit on his same stool, drinking his same coffee, with his name written on his cup in the same handwriting.    

“Hey, doll,” He’d smile his toothy smile. You found his dorky platonic pet names funny. “I brought you a muffin. Maybe…spend your break with me?” Connor would suggest.

Other times, he’d sit in the corner at a table, long legs crossed as he read for hours. You’d keep the coffee coming, and you’d watch him read, and it was, in a way, blissful.

“You know, the man bun really completes the whole ‘hipster teen reading in a coffee shop aesthetic’. It looks good on you, Murphy.” You’d nudge his shoulder, and he’d be too focused to even bat an eye.

Sunday, Sunday was different though. You kept busy during your shift, serving customers with your usual fake smile. The authentic one was reserved for Connor Murphy.

Hours passed, and your giddiness faded into fatigue.Glancing up at the clock, time seemed to pause. You evaluated your surroundings.The smell of coffee grinds, the bustling people, the soft jazz melodically jingling in the background. It seemed hazy and surreal, and you wanted to stop thinking.

You wanted to start being. Being with him. Connor Murphy liked spending time with you. He made you feel special. He made this melancholy, dreadful job something you looked forward to dragging yourself to.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

The clock loomed over you, the noises echoing through your skull. You just wanted it all to be over,

And suddenly, it was. A hand on your shoulder was your signal to leave.

“[Name]? Your shift is over. You’re free to go!” She was excited on your behalf, but your heart sank at the news.

Connor hadn’t come today.

The question was, why? Was he, like, busy? You couldn’t imagine having Connor Murphy having actual plans. All he did was get high and drink coffee. Maybe he didn’t want coffee today. You were upset, and wished it wasn’t such a big deal to you, but you felt as if it was.

You sat at a table, lacking the energy to walk home. Inhaling slowly, more memories of Connor flooded into your mind.

“Hey, how was the circus?” Connor asked, yawning. He usually made comments like this with a straight face. It was as if his smile was implied.

“Not as glamorous as I thought, so I came back.” You shrug with a small smile.

“Who comes back after running away from home?” Connor met your eyes with his own blue and brown ones, and you practically melted.

“I dunno, Murphy. People who are homesick, I guess.” You sigh, sliding him his usual.

You focused on reality again, looking out the window. You were so amused by the normality of the scene, you almost didn’t notice the coffee place in front of you.

“Excuse me?” You looked at the paper cup curiously. It was black with two sugars, making you all the more distressed. “What kind of weird ass joke-” You looked up to find Connor in an Affogato uniform with a goofy grin.

“Hi there, [name]. You want anything?” He smirked. You stood up, wrapping your arms around his neck and getting on your tippy toes.

“Just this” You pressed your lips to his, and Connor reciprocated without hesitation. He pulled you closer by your waist, and after a few seconds, he pulled away breathlessly.

“Check the cup again” Connor whispered in your ear. Curious, you picked it up and turned it over. He had scribbled something on the cup in his mediocre handwriting:

I like you a latte. My number is ***-***-****. Use it ;)

Jared was gonna look great in his apprentice park ranger uniform.

[thedoodlezoo]

Pastels (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Summary: Artsy!Connor invites you over to work on a project

Words: 1151

Warnings: Brief mention of self-harm

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     "Just give me the chalks, Connor" you huffed. You two were working on this “collaborative exercise” for art class.  He was talented to say the least, but that didn’t make him any kinder. Connor smirked, holding it over your head. Despite your evident struggles, you couldn’t get anywhere near the pastels. No one else in the classroom seemed willing to help. One kid just sat and watched as he licked a pink bathbomb.             “Come onnnnn. This isn’t funny!” You crossed your arms, pouting.

     "It’s kinda funny, princess.“ Connor shrugged with a smug face. You studied his angled face for a bit, admiring his dainty nose and cupid bow lips. Everything about him was very sharp and precise. His arms were covered in different colors and different mediums, his soft brown hair tied in a messy bun. Per usual, the lanky boy had a pencil tucked behind his ear.

     "And don’t call me princess.” You demanded. Connor chuckled, fueled by your disdain.      "[Name], chill out.“ He sat on his stool, handing you the chalks. He disregarded you for a moment, staring at your piece mindlessly. It was a simple sunset, but the way he worked with colors, it was depicted as so much more. Art is a language of sorts, and Connor Murphy was bilingual.

     Spinning his pencil between his long fingers, he looked up at you and met your gaze. You realize that his eyes were multicolored- he had heterocromia, and his pupils were blue that blended into brown. Damn, even his eyes were a masterpiece of their own design.

     "Can you home over to my place tonight?” Connor asked suddenly, snapping you to attention. You rubbed the back of your neck, taken off guard by his question.

     "O-oh, well, I should be able to…“ you started. Opening your mouth to continue, he interrupted.

     "Great. Seven. See you there, princess. Don’t wear anything nice. We’ve got a project to do.” He winked, taking off his apron as the bell rang. Before you could protest, the enigma you knew as Connor Murphy shuffled out the door to his next class.

What had you gotten yourself into?

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    6:58 PM. Punctual as ever. You knocked loudly on the door with a huff, pulling your bag closer to you uncomfortably. You couldn’t help thinking to yourself,

      C'mon, [name], this is strictly professional. You don’t even like him. In fact, you kinda hate him. He’s an asshole. Keep it together, man.

    A girl opened the door, and you recognized her to be Connor’s sister Zoe. You gave a slight nod and a small smile as a greeting, which she returned politely.

     "Connor!“ She yelled up the stairs, "Your friend is here!” She invited you in. “He’ll be down in a sec.” She reassured before giddily strolling into the kitchen. Sure enough, Connor came down the stairs seconds after. He seemed different than at school. Not just dressed in a peculiar way, but it was as if he carried himself as a separate person completely.

     You observe him carefully. He had on baggy gray sweats, and a white tee shirt covered in various colored stains- assumably paint. The sleeves were cut off and his hair was pulled back, exposing his muscly shoulders and arms. It was like he was trying to sweep you off your feet, but it was simultaneously effortless. Your eyes lingered before looking up at him and his signature smile.

     "Shall we?“ Connor gestured upstairs, and you nodded silently as you followed him upstairs and into his room. It was a sight. The walls were a cool gray, and pictures covered the wall. A select few were framed, but most of them were halfheartedly taped to the wall. A plethora of pencil sketches and monochrome pieces were scattered around the room, but the works you found in color were breathtaking.  

     He caught you looking and rolled his eyes. "Oh, the paintings?” Connor bit the inside of his cheek and plopped on his blue bed. “They’re nothing special. I was just told I needed to ‘expand my horizons’” He said in a mocking voice, air quotes and everything. You chuckled lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

     "I dunno, I like them.“ You admitted.

     "That’s because you’re normal” He mumbled. You raised an eyebrow, not sure how to take such a phrase. Connor ran a hand through his hair. “Don’t freak, princess. I’m not saying you’re boring or vanilla. There’s no need to get all defensive” he remedied, though his emotionless expression made you question the authenticity of his statement.

     "Don’t call me princess!“ You ordered, though you caught yourself giggling. That even made Connor laugh, which you’d never really seen. His nose crinkled, and it was absolutely adorable.

     "Princess doesn’t mean dresses and animal sidekicks. It means purity and beauty and strong as hell” He explained, looking around the room. It was as if he was looking anywhere and everywhere but at you. You were grateful, too, because you were pink as the bathbomb that kid was eating earlier.

     "Me? Strong?“ you repeat slowly, and he nods.

     "You’ve always been strong-willed, or at least I think so. I’ve seen you. You’re even stubborn with yourself.” he smiles a little. “I remember, this one time, you argued with yourself for almost ten minutes on whether to use cream or peach marker.” He reminisced, sitting up and scooching next to you. You looked down, taking his bony fingers in yours. His hand was huge in contrast to yours. You kept looking. You noticed scars on his wrist, some faded from time.

     "A-are you okay?“ You examined, and he looked down in surprise, as if he hadn’t known they were there.

     "Oh, those? Yeah” Connor nodded. “Ya know, I don’t think you have to be suffering to be an artist. I’m just an artist who happens to be suffering. I guess.” He shrugs. “Listen, [name], I really want to kiss you, but if that isn’t okay, I’m not going to. Okay?”

     You were caught off guard by such a statement. You knew Connor Murphy, but you didn’t really know  Connor Murphy. You wanted to, though. Very much so. Maybe this was gonna be something beautiful. Leaning forward, you closed the space between you two. His lips were slightly chapped, but you hardly mind.

      Connor smiled into your lips, playing with your hair with one hand and holding your cheek with the other. He was extremely gentle, like you were made of glass and you’d shatter into billions of pieces if he had been any rougher. You felt as if you were a shark kissing him, as if stopping would be fatal. As if not kissing Connor Murphy had meant your death.

     "You’re…wow" You smiled breathlessly. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, pressing his lips to your forehead firmly.

     "You, [name], are a masterpiece, and please don’t ever forget that,“ Connor whispered softly.

[thedoodlezoo]

Masterlist :)

DEH Imagines

>Connor x Reader:

Pastels (Fluff); w/c: 1151

I Like You a Latte (Fluff); w/c: 1564

Coffee Kisses (Fluff); w/c: 1353

Shameless (slight angst); w/c: 1929

A Good Time (STEAMY); w/c: 1128

>Jared x Reader:

You’re the Bomb (slight angst); w/c: 1685

Click (Fluffy Drabble)

Sandy Beaches (Fluff); w/c: 1024

>Evan x Reader:

Curtain Call (Fluff); w/c: 1483

Serendipity (Fluff); w/c: 1349

DEH Headcanons

Evan Geeking Out

Connor x Girl That Guys Want for Her Figure

DEH + Legends/Myths

When You Have Nightmares (DEH x Reader)

When You Get Hit On (DEH x Reader)

DEH+ Kindergarten

DEH x Reader at the Zoo

DEH x Reader Playing Mini Golf

BMC Imagines

>Jeremy x Reader:

Heere We Go Again (Lil angsty); w/c: 1609

>Michael x Reader:

Brownies (Fluff); w/c: 1758

BMC Headcanons

Jeremy x Reader as Teachers

Jake x Reader @ Sbarros

Jeremy x Reader Watching Horror Movies

Protective!Jakey D

Newsies Imagines

>Davey x Reader:

The Right Words (Fluff); w/c: 1261

Newsies Headcanons

Jack Protecting You From a Creeper

Race Smut

Race Fluff

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Serendipity (Evan x Reader)

Requested: Evan saves the day when you get stood up, and asks you out for a proper date

W/C: 1349

MASTERLIST

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It wasn’t supposed to be a huge thing. It wasn’t like there were gonna be violins, or a serenade, or whatever, but it’s common courtesy when you’ve got a date to at least make an appearance. Especially when that date was your boyfriend of a month and a half.

You sat at a table by yourself, silently munching on free breadsticks. You felt people staring holes into your head with unwanted sympathy and pity as the waiter approached you again.

“I’m sure he’ll be here any minute. Please,” you insisted, looking out the window. With a sigh, the man refilled your glass of water for the third time and let you be. Checking your phone casually, the lack of messages was discouraging, but you had hope nonetheless.

The door swung open, and the entire restaurant seemed to want a peek at who it was. The world seemed to come to a stop as everyone waited in anticipation. You could have sworn you actually heard a clock ticking somewhere in the background. 

Realizing he was a stranger, you looked back down, pretending to take great interest in the cream tablecloth as your heart sank. However, the young man approached you anyway with an apologetic look.

“Goodness, honey, I am so sorry! Traffic was horrible!” He spoke clearly and a little loud. As he sat across from you, the atmosphere seemed to lighten up as people went back to minding their own business happily. Before you could protest, he leaned forward and lowered his voice.

“Hi, I’m Evan. Whoever stood you up is, well, a not n-nice person. Probably not very, uh, smart either,” he nodded, smiling gently. You were still in shock, replaying the last minute on repeat in your mind. Everything was happening too fast for your liking.

“I-I’m [name],” you muster. “But my boyfriend is going to get here soon enough, and you can’t be here when he does,”

“See that Pottery Barn across the street? I’ve been watching you suffer from behind the counter since you g-got here,” he admitted meekly. “So let’s just get some food, and laugh a little, and just forget about the expired coupon of a guy that stood you up, okay? How does that s-sound?” Evan exhaled with a grin.

You nodded reluctantly, and couldn’t help but smile as he began rambling about the ravioli at the restaurant. He was good looking, admittedly, and definitely about your age. After a while, the rest of the noises faded away, and it just seemed to be you and a friend at a table.

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“You’re kidding me!” You covered your mouth, stifling an obnoxious laugh. 

“Nope. W-wish I was,” Evan chuckled, leaning back in his chair.

“But Jared had said-”

“What Jared says isn’t always what he means,” he shrugged with a smile, shoveling another forkful of pasta into his mouth.

You’d been exchanging stories all night, and becoming acquainted with his misadventures. Everything had seemed so vivid as Evan described it, from the Connor Project to the orchard he’d revived as a result.

“My life seems so boring compared to yours. You’ve gotten more action in this past year than I have my entire life,” you admitted.

“Well, it isn’t all great. I’ll t-tell you that much,” he shook his head. “Kinda stressful, a-actually. Then again, when you’re me, what isn’t?” Evan chuckled nervously.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, Evan,” you reassured him. He became visibly happier again. Mouthing a “thank you”,  he bit his lip as he searched for something to say. 

“God, I’m stuffed!” you giggled, patting your stomach in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Evan’s mouth curled into another smile, but his eyes spoke differently. He seemed distracted, or as if something was bothering him. You were almost positive you felt his leg shaking under the table.

“[Name]?” Evan looked up at you, and his tone was enough to put anyone on a date on edge. “I…” He took a deep breath, organizing his thoughts. “I’ve got to see you again,” he confessed, searching for some kind of reaction in your face.

You were silent, and he took it as a signal to continue.

“I don’t care if it’s tomorrow, or t-the next day, or whenever. I just, I don’t think I can leave this restaurant tonight without, w-without,” Evan wiped his hands on his jeans with a sigh, “without knowing I’ll see you again,” he exhaled. “Tonight was so…real. And perfect,” a wave of confidence came over the young man, and he made eye contact as he sat up a little straighter. “Say you’ll meet me again, please,”

You felt your face heating up, and a smile spread on your face. Unable to find the words, you just nodded slowly, and Evan was ecstatic.

“W-wait, really?” The boy grinned so wide, his nose crinkled in the most adorable fashion.

Another nod. 

“Evan, I can’t… promise that we’ll get together or anything, but I had the time of my life tonight,” you both reached for the check simultaneously, and his calloused and shaking hand brushed your own. Flustered, you both retreated.

“I-I’ll get it,” Evan offered happily.

“No, really, you already saved my ass tonight. I can’t let you,”

“I dunno, maybe y-you saved me,” he shot finger guns with an awkward chuckle. 

“…that was bad,” you smirk, grabbing the check.

“Right, okay, fine. Just let me tip the waiter, and maybe walk you h-home?” He tilted his head curiously. 

“Deal,”

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The sky was clear. Stars were visible, and the August air was more than tolerable as Evan walked alongside you to your place. The journey was quiet for a bit, with the exception of the crickets and the occasional vehicle. The two of you were satisfied with each other’s company. 

“H-Hey, [name]?” Evan spoke softly, as if he was afraid to break the silence or wake up the world as a whole. 

“Hm?” you looked up at him.

“Do you- have you, um, ever heard of the term ‘serendipity’? It’s, well, not too common, or, I dunno, maybe it is, but, er, have you?” Evan asked. He seemed more worn out than skittish. 

“I think so…?” You try and recall the definition, but you’re also very tired. “What is it?” You ask anyway.

“It’s a- I guess you could call it a happy accident?” He tried to explain. “Like, it wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did, and y-you’re glad it did,” He elaborated.

“Ah, okay. So…like this? Like tonight?”

“Yes! T-tonight exactly!” He nodded, face lighting up. “Ya know, because you were supposed to be at the restaurant tonight with s-someone else completely, and-”

Something dawned on you.

“Shit!” you interrupted, pulling out your phone expecting a plethora of calls and angry, disappointed texts. There wasn’t a word from your boyfriend, though. 

Frowning, you sighed. Understanding your frustration, Evan patted your back awkwardly. 

“Hey, come on,” he had an idea and took your hand. Turning the corner, he brought you to a little ice cream shop. “Ta da,” He cheered softly, and you found yourself being dragged inside.

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“Better?” Evan asked, fumbling with his styrofoam cup. 

“Ice cream makes everything better, dude,” you shrugged, licking your scoop of mint chocolate chip goodness. 

“I g-guess you’re right,” he chuckled, shoving a hand in his pocket.

“I had the best time tonight, Ev.” You nudge his shoulder. “And, uh, this is me,” you point at a green apartment door.

“Well, um,” he seemed to look everywhere but directly at you. Evan started to look hastily in his pocket. “I didn’t get to give you my number, and-” you cut him off.

“Let’s let fate bring us back together. Okay? Another happy accident,” you grin.

Biting his lip, he was to anxious to try and protest. Instead, he kissed your hand softly, wishing you a goodnight.

You both had your fingers crossed for another serendipity.

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Evan Geeking Out Headcannons

(Disney and Harry Potter, for the most part)

- “What do you mean, you don’t like Sleeping Beauty? It’s a classic, Jared!” “Hansen, the protagonist only had 18 minutes of screen time.”

- Sorting everyone into Hogwarts houses, and debating people on why he chose the ones he did.

- “I mean, it’s a common misconception that Slytherin is equivalent t-to evil. Ambition is, well, a-a powerful thing, and can make people do bad things and uh, people interpret-well, I’m gonna shut up now”

- “aaAAAND AT LAST I SEE THE LIIIIGHT” “Evan, sweetheart, please. It’s 8 AM”

- He loves 101 Dalmatians, because it’s cute, but he also really enjoys movies about being strong and independent and pushing the limits. That’s why he loves modern Disney a lot, too.

- “Why does Ron have a rat if they ask to bring a toad, owl, or cat?”

- Constantly slips casual references into conversation (“Let it go, Connor” “I swear to god if you start singing I-”)

- Likes Tinkerbell just for the Big Ass Pixie Dust Tree™

-Only Zoe, Alana and his mom will watch Disney with him, unless it’s Aladdin. Jared loves Aladdin.

- For his eleventh birthday, his mom typed him up a Hogwarts letter

- Connor feebly attempts to make a Weasley sweater for Evan’s Christmas present, and it turns out half decent with Heidi’s assistance.

-“Ohana means family” *gross sobbing*

-Sometimes, Jared and Connor watch with him, betting to see who can find the most innuendos in kids’ movies. Jared usually wins, but a lotttt of them are a stretch. (“Kleinman, saying that there is a big hole in the ground doesn’t mean anything. It’s literally a big hole in the ground” “Or IS IT???” “Yes, Jared, it is. Pay the fuck up”)

-Homemade butterbeer

-Once had a straight movie marathon of all the Harry Potter movies, and was the only one who was awake for more than four of the movies.

[thedoodlezoo]

Sandy Beaches (Jared x Reader)

W/C: 1024 Warnings: None Requested by anon- Jared that’s kinda hourglass shaped, just a little pudgy A/N: this was fun to write as an advocate of the Jared Protection Squad lmao ————

Your boyfriend didn’t hate the shore. He liked the sun, and the sand, and the boardwalk especially. Even so, it took him half a year to agree to go to the beach with you.

“I can’t believe that this is what we’re doing for our six months anniversary.” Jared shrugged as you pulled into the parking lot. “I mean, not that I’m complaining, but what happened to Xbox and chilllll?” He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You scoffed with a chuckle. “Jared Kleinman, you’re the biggest virgin I’ve ever met. Shush.” You put a finger to his lips, despite both of you knowing all too well that it wasn’t true.

Rolling his eyes with a goofy side smile, Jared slid out of the car. He’d decided to wear a flowery Hawaiian shirt, one that he’d bought ages ago insisting that “You never know when you might need a Hawaiian shirt”. Admittedly, it fit his personality well, and complimented his crimson swim trunks even more nicely.

Slinging your beach bag over your shoulder, you laced your fingers with Jared’s happily.

“We should hit the beach first!” You urged, bouncing eagerly. Pushing his glasses up his nose, your boyfriend shifted uncomfortably.

“Uh, well, I thought we could start at the arcade, and you know, I’ve got tickets from last time I was at the boardwalk…” Jared started, looking down at his flip flops, “….and, er, not to mention, you don’t wanna do the wet stuff first. Then we’ll be all sandy and damp all day,” he added reluctantly.

You considered his argument, nodding slowly.

“Arcade it is!” You smiled at him, and he pulled you into the dim, air conditioned arcade on the boardwalk. Jared bought a shit ton of tokens, and that was an understatement. He was determined to beat you in whatever he could. When it came to your relationship, everything was a little competition. It didn’t matter whether it was cooking or Call of Duty.

“Shit, babe, you’re good at this,” he mumbled, rolling another ball.

“You’ve always known I’m better at Skeeball. I dunno why this time would be any different,” you laughed softly. ——-

The pair of you walked out of the arcade with a large stuffed ostrich and big smiles.

“We should put Esteban in the car, so that don’t have to carry him,” Jared thought out loud. You raised your eyebrow with a giggle.

“Who?” You asked.

“Ya know, Esteban!” Jared held up the ostrich. You nodded.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll wait here,” you kissed Jared’s cheek and sat down on a bench across from the arcade. ——

Meanwhile, Jared was freaking the fuck out.

“Esteban, what am I gonna do? [Name] is gonna wanna swim, and I’m gonna have to take my shirt off, and-” He ended the sentence with a groan.

Esteban stared at Jared with big eyes, as the other people in the vicinity were starting to. After all, he was yelling at a stuffed ostrich.

Jared huffed, gently placing Esteban the front seat. He may or may not have buckled the seat belt before doing a once over and leisurely making his way back to you. ——-

“I have returned,” Jared slid his way through the crowd to you, planting a kiss on your nose. “J-Rad in the hiz-ouse!” He nodded, lowering his glasses to look at you with a grin.

“Jared!” You flashed a smile. “So, wanna catch some waves now?” You asked, your voice laced with hope. 

“What about rides and boardwalk pizza and fried oreos?” He took you by the shoulders, swaying you a little bit.

Your mouth formed a bit of a line, but you kissed his cheek with a nod nonetheless. ——

Many hours and dollar bills later, the two of you were both exhausted beyond belief. You’d consumed three funnel cakes, and gone on every single attraction at least twice.

“Beach. Now.” You said softly. Before Jared could say anything in protest, you grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward the sand.

Setting out your towel and shedding your shirt, you realized what Jared was doing. Rather, what he wasn’t doing. Instead of getting ready for beach activities, your boyfriend sat idly on the sand, literally twiddling his thumbs.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” You sat beside him, the salty air brushing your faces. “Nothing!” He smiled, biting his lip.

“You’re a terrible liar, with really easy tells,” you call him out with a solemn smile.

“Idontwannatakeoffmyshirt,” Jared refused to meet your eyes, but instead focused on picking the the dirty from under his nails.

“Jared, what?” You tilted up his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.

“[Name], I don’t wanna take off my shirt,” he sighed on defeat.

“Wait…do you think you’re…fat?” Your eyebrows knit together at the thought.

Jared shook his head.

“I know I’m not fat, but like, I’m not exactly skinny,” he pouted.

You rubbed his back gently.

“So what if you’ve got a little bit of chub? We all do. And it’s nothing I haven’t seen before…” you kissed his ear.

“Sure, you have, but they-” he gestured to the rest of the beach- “haven’t,” he insisted.

“Jared, have you actually looked around the beach? There’s so many different body types, and I’m sure some of them are self concious too!” You took his hands with encouragement. “Besides, a little chub just means there’s more of you to love!” You smiled.

Jared couldn’t help but grin.

“I love you. Like a lot,” he chuckled. Standing up, he pulled you into a hug.

“I love you too,” you hugged back, taking his top button between your fingers. “May I?” You asked quietly.

“Go for it,” he whispered back.

You began unbuttoning his shirt, trailing kisses down his chest. Shrugging the flowery shirt off of his shoulders, you both felt relieved.

“Thank you, [name],” Jared shot you finger guns, and starting running down the beach. “Catch me if you can!” He shouted, running down the beach in a fit of giggles.

Sand being kicked up behind you, and the ocean calling your names, you two chased one another for what seemed like forever without a care in the world.

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DEH x Kindergarten HCs

-Evan had a baby blue blanket that he liked to carry around Linus style. He hated going places without it, and his teacher would have to pry it from his lil hands when he went to the bathroom.

-Jared had a purple lunchbox. He’d say it’s all the store had left, but he secretly adored the color purple.

-Connor liked trading his apples for Evan’s cookies at snack time.

-Evan was reluctant about it sometimes, but Connor would would always convince him.

-“You know, Evan, apples come from trees…” with the bIGGEST SMIRK

-Alana was the first person in the class able to tie her shoes. She got a sticker for it, and didn’t go a day without mentioning it.

-“What’s your favorite school subject, Evan?” “U-Um…glue.”

-The teacher told Connor on a daily basis that he couldn’t only color with the black crayon.

-Connor wasn’t happy so he’d just sit in the corner with the class pet, a goldfish named Fish.

-Connor would tell Fish about his day when no one else wanted to talk to him.

- “Can I change my name to Jared Jared? That would make learning how to spell it a wholeeeee lot easier…”

-Evan would have such shaky hands that Jared would cut stuff for him.

-During nap time, Evan wouldn’t sleep. He didn’t find the mats comfortable. Instead, he’d listen to Alana, who stayed up because “I have better things to do than sleep”

-Connor had a teddy bear named Snuggs. He’d never tell a soul about him.

-“Who knows a word that ends in ’-on’? Yes, Jared?” “Prostitution!”

-Jared and Connor were snarky together, and met in the time-out corner.

-They all loved show-and-tell. Alana liked bringing in her artwork or poems she wrote. Evan almost always passed on presenting. When he did agree to it, he talked about his blanket. Jared would bring in different flavors of toothpaste and talk about what they tasted like. Connor brought in books that he liked.

-For Halloween, Alana was Rosa Parks, Jared was a bowling ball, Evan was superman, and Connor was Batman.

-The first time Connor flipped out in class was the morning his turtle, Coconut, died. Jared had taken the black crayon, and Connor had a breakdown then and there.

-From then on, everyone kinda took a step back. They were scared. Evan hung out with Jared because he had no one else to talk to, and Connor was left to talk to Fish for the rest of the year.

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DEH + Legends Headcannons

-Jared totally believes in aliens.

-“Kleinman, that’s bullshit, come on.”

-“Says the one who believes in Bigfoot!”

-Connor is not happy when people shit on Bigfoot’s existence

-Evan is a more of a Loch Ness Monster fan.

-“I want to be friends with Nessie, I-I’m not scared of her. Besides, ‘monster’ is a subjective term.”

-Jared and Connor have a bet that aliens will be proven way before Bigfoot, and thus blames literally everything on an alien invasion.

-Zoe doesn’t argue with the boys, but roots for the existence of vampires and dragons.

- Alana, Zoe and Jared watch The X-Files together

-Evan tries to watch Finding Bigfoot to appease Connor, because he’s enthusiastic about something for once in his life, but he gets scared.

-Evan also believes in fairies. However, he only talks about it with Zoe in fear of getting made fun of.

-Jared eventually found out, and said “I don’t believe in fairies”. Evan almost cried and Jared got an ultimate wedgie from Connor as the result.

-“Kleinman only likes El Chupacabra because he wants to suck goats too”

-Connor seriously dug the Tasmanian Devil until he found out that it was real.

-Evan hates zombies, and whenever they come up, Alana explains to him the scientific improbability of the undead to comfort him.

-Jared has a weird thing against werewolves. He isn’t scared of them, they just make him uncomfortable. 

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Curtain Call (Evan x Reader)

Evan x Reader Words: 1483 Requested: nah Warnings: bad writing lmao (A/N: sorry I’ve had such bad writers block rest in peace) ——–

“Mom, I mean, y-yeah, of course, I wanna get [name] flowers!” Evan rubbed the back of his neck. He was as red as the roses he’d picked out for you.

Tonight was opening night as your lead in Heathers. It was only a school play, but he saw it as a baby step toward success for you.

“Why, because you likeee her?” Heidi teased, rubbing her son’s back. Evan huffed.

“I-I’m just, I’m just trying to do something nice!” He insisted in a flustered tone. “The fact that I like her has nothing to do with it,” Evan mumbled. It wasn’t like his mom didn’t already know, but it was still embarrassing.

“Come on, let’s go buy these,” Heidi nudged him, taking the roses from his hands.

_____________________________

He was proud of you, and all you’d worked for the past few months. He told you every single day. In fact, Evan was the one who pushed your nervy self to audition in the first place. You’d owed him for that.

Thinking about being Veronica Sawyer was pressure, of course. It was going to be, no matter who saw, but receiving confirmation that Evan Hansen would be attending every single night made the butterflies quadruple in number. Your best friend since freshman year, and your crush not long after that, you’d been pining over this boy for three long years now.

Evan Hansen was worth it, though. He was the one who fed you ice cream when you got your wisdom teeth out. He was the one who bought you bonsai trees on Christmas and studied with you when Alana wasn’t able. Even when you dated Dustin Kropp to try and get over Evan, he supported you. When Dustin dumped you on your birthday over text, Evan came over with everything you could want- that’s when you realized that he fit in that category, too.

Everything you could ever want.

Despite Evan being your best friend in the world, that’s all you ever would be. Even now you were losing him to Zoe Murphy, a girl in the year below you. At least he would be your forever friend.

You rolled over on your bed, sighing with boredom. You wanted to call Evan or Jared, but they were probably working on the Connor Project. Besides, you were supposed to try and rest your voice anyway. Flipping on your TV for background noise, you scrolled through your phone in anticipation for your big show.

“One text wouldn’t hurt. Just take a chance, motherfucker.” Jared’s voice rang through your head, the billowy sounds echoing through your skull.

Jared had been your voice of reason for as long as you could remember. You didn’t question your subconscious mind’s decision. Your flamboyant friend made your already strange mind a little weirder, and that wasn’t something you were totally against.

That meant that you often listened to the little Jared in your head. It was usually things about the Tree Boy, as you’d dubbed Evan. You sighed, going to text him. Subconscious Jared was right, what could go wrong with a text?

Me: Yo dude :)

Shit, is that too casual?

You erased it.

Me: Hey bud :P

You waited for a response, but to your surprise, it was almost immediate.

Evian Handsoap: Heyo pal :))

Evan was on his couch, feeling his heartbeat quicken as he read your text. His leg shook viciously. He thought his response was weird, but he knew if he thought about it, he’d over think it.

You read his text as you got into the car. The play was in a few hours, so you had to get there early for makeup and costumes and hair. Putting your phone back down on the seat without a reply, the journey began. You knew you’d text him back later.

Evan started to get nervous. Were you okay? Were you ignoring him? Should he double text? It’s not like that was a unique occurrence. Once he sent eighteen texts while you were in the shower because he was afraid you were dead in a ditch somewhere. He tapped his foot on the hardwood floor, and did this mindlessly for the next ten minutes.

Me : Can’t wait for tonight. You excited?

You took a deep breath, examining yourself in the mirror. You were so eager to perform, but also incredibly eager for the night to be over.

Hearing the vibration in his pocket, Evan was flooded with relief.

Evian Handsoap: More than ever. You’re gonna be amazing, [name].

Your lips curled into a smile.

Evian Handsoap: You’re always amazing.

You stood up slowly as you fiddled with your microphone and gathered backstage with the cast. Everyone was rooting for you. The Veronica costume felt hot, and you weren’t even under the lights yet. It was gonna be a long night. You closed your eyes with a deep breath.

Showtime. ——

Evan was in the front row. He didn’t like arriving to places early due to the awkward feeling of being in a big empty room, but Alana probably saved him a seat. Next to Evan was Heidi and Jared, and next to Alana was your own family. While you felt safer knowing they were there, something about it put you even more on edge.

As a performer of a show, it went fairly quickly. It was just hard to sing Dead Girl Walking when you were thrusting into your ex, Dustin Kropp. How he managed to get JD, you didn’t know.

The scene made Evan feel many emotions. His blood boiled to see you kissing him. He was embarrassed to see you on stage, losing clothes. Evan just hoped his mom didn’t notice. He was jealous, too. He wanted to be kissing you.

Intermission came, and everyone was chattering endlessly about the performance.

“Oh my god, you’re lucky the room was so dark. Everyone would have been able to see your red face as [name] was practically shirtless on stage!” Jared snorted. Evan blushed again.

“Shut up!” He hushed him, looking at his feet.

“Oh, not to mention the serious hard on.” Jared wriggled his eyebrows. Evan rolled his eyes, ignoring Jared to contemplate the performance thus far in silence. You had a beautiful voice. He thought it fit all the other beautiful things about you.

Evan looked at the stage’s curtains, and they seemed to remind him so much of you.

They were crimson, like your face when you laughed too hard. They seemed soft, like your skin when you two accidentally brushed up against one another. They had things hidden, but they opened up for him.

Evan had noticed the house lights going back down, and the miscellaneous conversations coming to a halt. The second act was starting.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as you came on stage again, attentively watching your graceful movements. ——— Your favorite part of the show was watching Dustin blow up into a bazillion little pieces. Not actually, but your vivid imagination liked to think so. Evan would never admit it, but it was his favorite too.

You came out to bow at the very end. The applause was almost overwhelming. You supportive friends and family made the crowd seem smaller when you focused on them.

After the curtain call, you were allowed to come out into the audience in your costumes for a bit for pictures and interaction.

“Hey guys,” you waved at the gathering of familiar faces. You were exhausted, and the endorphins of the performance were definitely wearing off.

All of your family and friends were eager to hug and kiss you, gracing you with compliments, congratulations, and gifts. Everyone but you and Evan knew that they made sure he went last.

“[Name]!” Evan awkwardly greeted as Alana guided him toward you.

“Ev!” You returned the greeting, throwing your arms around his neck. once he realized what was happening, Evan returned the hug with a smile.

“Uh, t-these are for you” he pulled back, grabbing the bouquet of roses from his mother and holding them out to you. You grinned, taking them in your hands.

“They’re…they’re beautiful, Hansen.” You nodded, instinctively planting a kiss on his cheek. There were quiet gasps behind you.

Turning around your friends and family were all watching in anticipation. As you whipped back around, there stood Evan touching the lipstick mark on his cheek. He seemed more in shock than anything.

“Hold these” you commanded Jared, who was too scared of you to question it. You and Evan must have had the same thought, because your lips giddily collided. He pulled you closer by your waist, not really caring who witnessed it.

Foreheads touching, you two caught your breath. Alana had to remind you to get out of your costume, and you nodded.

“Our love is God.” You whispered with a giggle.

“As long as it’s the Old Testament” Evan grinned.

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You're the Bomb (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Summary: a bet goes wrong, and Jared gets addicted to eating bathbombs, and has to go to the emergency room

Words: 1685

Genre: There’s some angst but like it’s not that bad...kinda crack? But not really?? Nah its not it's just a crack prompt

Warnings: cursing??

Requested by @oreo-fizz      

(A/N: somehow I managed to write this in like three hours and it’s the longest Oneshot I’ve ever done holy crud. I decided to do this one because I’ve done so many Connor x Readers, and this is my first Jared fic, so enjoy!) ———

There were a lot of things wrong with Jared Kleinman. You were well aware of this, and so was he, along with Evan, and whoever else he associated with.

      All of this aside, he was still your problematic absolute favorite. He had been since kindergarten, when he got put in time out for calling the teacher a shithead. You were neighbors, and both of your parents tried to get you to influence him to be better. In time, you two were best friends, and on occasion partners in crime.

      You just didn’t think Jared would be this much of a doof.

      You were very wrong.

      You didn’t know that dragging Jared into a Lush at the mall one day would turn into this. You didn’t know that daring him to lick a bathbomb would be such a bad thing. How were you supposed to? It was just two days ago… ____________

      “Jared, come on, don’t be a loser. I come into your stores with you!” You begged. He rolled his eyes.

      “You enjoy going to Gamestop, don’t you?” Jared asked, smug.  You did, because he’d ramble on about consoles and stats and characters long after you left the mall. It was kinda cute. “Everything in that store smells weird, and makes me wanna barf.” He whined

      “Maybe you’ll enjoy the Lush store!” You insisted. “Don’t knock it until you try it, Kleinman. Pleaseeeeeeeee?” You poked our your bottom lip, fluttering your eyelashes with big doe eyes. He squinted before kicking the floor lightly.

      “Dammit, [name], you know I can’t resist that face!” He groaned, and a grin spread across your face. You grabbed his wrist, tugging him in. Various smells instantly filled your nostils, your eyes thoroughly stimulated from the vibrant colors.

      Jared spun around, his senses somewhat overwhelmed by it all.

      “Girls….like this stuff?” He raised an eyebrow, taking a pink and purple bathbomb in his hand. He turned it over in his hand a few times, inspecting it. “What even is this bullshit?” He chuckled, as if he’d just made the joke of the decade or something. You rolled your eyes at Jared’s lack of knowledge.

      You took one from the pile into your own hands, holding it up.

      “This is a bathbomb.” You giggled. “People put it in the water when the take a bath, and whoosh!” You made a gesture to indicate that it dissolved and spread out.

      That’s when the idea popped into your head.

      You swiftly glanced at the employees, who weren’t paying any attention to you two. It was the perfect opportunity. “Dude…” you stifled a laugh, lowering your voice. “…lick it. I dare you.” Jared’s eyes went wide with disbelief.

      “[Name], are you insane?! Not only is that gross and weird, but common courtesy suggests you don’t go into a store and begin licking the merchandise!” He whisper-shouted. You raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

      “Since when does Jared Kleinman care about common courtesy?” You countered, and he bit his lip in defeat.       “…..Fair enough” he shrugged, looking at the colorful orb in his palm. Closing his eyes, Jared slowly brought it up to his mouth, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he quickly pressed his tongue to it. It was practically over before it even started.       “How…how was it?” You raised an eyebrow. You expected a wince or a gag, or some amusing look of disgust, but instead, Jared looked more confused than horrified.

      “I dunno. I may have to do that again…I can’t tell how I feel about it” he admitted, dragging his tongue across it again slowly. Your eyes went  wide, but he was done before you could protest.

      “Jared, what the hell? These aren’t, like, actually for consumption.” You’re eyebrows ruffled in worry. He rolled it in his hands, taking a deep breath.

      “You sure? Because they’re actually really good.” He nodded, holding it out for you to try.

      “Jared, no.” You lowered his hand. This was probably just a joke. A Kleinman prank. Or, at least, you really hoped that much. But it really wasn’t, and for whatever reason, Jared genuinely enjoyed the taste of bathbombs.

      “I’m…I’m gonna go buy this.” He nodded. He got maybe three steps before turning around and grabbing a few more.

———

      “Evan, I’m very, very, very concerned about Jared.” You confided as you walked through the park. Unlike Jared, you were actually friends with him. There was no car insurance involved. He told you things about plants and Zoe, and you told him things about Jared and studied with him.

      “Is he doing..” Evan gets hit with the worst possible scenario. “CRACK??” He asked, his voice laced with worry and panic. You patted his back gently, guiding him toward a tree and sitting the two of you down beneath it.

      “First off, Hansen, you don’t do crack. Second off, no. He isn’t on drugs. He just….” you sighed, explaining what happened in Lush the other day. “…and Jared told me he’s visited twice since! God knows how many he’s bought, or what he’s doing with them!” You buried your face in your hands helplessly.

      “Hey, I’m gonna help you, [name]. I’m gonna help you, and help him, and then help you guys.” Evan flashed a little shy smile. He totally shipped you two, and always had. You didn’t see how.

      “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with him. I really don’t.” You leaned back. “I guess all we can really do is hope it doesn’t get worse.” Your mouth forms a line, and you close your eyes for a long while. —————       It had definitely gotten worse since you last saw him. Not like, an addict, but it definitely hadn’t improved.

      His room had bits and dust of bathbomb remants scattered about. Jared was upside down on his bed, fast asleep. You grabbed a pillow, whacking him in the face. He sat up, gasping for breath.

     “Evan did it!” He moaned groggily. You crossed your arms, sitting on his bed. 

      “Jared Nicholas Arthur Kleinman!” You shook him, handing him his glasses. He rubbed his eyes, pushing them up his nose and blinking a few times.

      “Oh. [Name]. Whoopee.” Jared exhaled in a monotone voice. “Can I go back to to sleep?” He  complained.You stood up, scanning his floor. Leaning over, you picked up eight different shards of bathbombs. Examining further, his room was full of them.

      “Dude, do you actually eat these? That’s gross!” You frown, appalled. He smiles idiotically.

      “I loveeee the cronch.” Jared threw his arms in the air.

      “I don’t even know what that means!” You scoffed in disbelief. “Jared, this isn’t healthy!” You held out the shards in your hands to show him, and he snatched one, biting it.

      “In your own words, dude, ‘don’t knock it til’ you try it’! It’s good!” Jared eagerly attempted to convince you. Aggravated, you threw the rest of the remnants in the garbage.

      “Jared, what….what if I could find you something that tasted better than bathbombs…and…wasn’t bad for you?” You offered, shifting on the bed to face him. You observed him carefully, noting his messy brown hair falling carelessly over his soft eyes.

      You advanced a bit farther, coming a bit closer to him. You settled next to him, exhaling slowly.

      “Nothing tastes better than bathbombs, [name],” Jared rolled his eyes, leaning back on his elbows.

      “…nothing?” You asked, hovered over his face now. You were close enough to feel his quickening breath warm your face. He took your face in his hands, fingers shaking. Jared licked his lips slowly, pressing his cold lips to yours. Time stood still, it seemed, as you two moved as a unit against one another.

      Jared bit your lip, and you squealed, hitting his arm playfully.

      “Okay, so maybe there are things that taste just as good.” He admitted with a pink face. You laced your fingers with his own, pressing small palm against his sweaty one.

“You’re cute,” you kiss his cheek, and he begins coughing. His tongue was blue and kinda glittery. “Shit, Kleinman!” You got up, grabbing the water bottle on the counter and handing it to him. Jared hugged, still coughing, and scratching at his throat. You grabbed his hand, pulling him to your car and throwing him in the front seat.

You had to get him to the hospital. ————- You’d called his mother on the way. Jared clutched his stomach, and you’d handed him a plastic bag in the situation that he threw up. It went to good use.

Now, we’re back at the beginning.

Jared was currently kicking his legs on a hospital bed mindlessly, puking into a bucket every so often. Nurses were asking him questions rapidly, and he would nod or shake his head. Otherwise, he’d mutter one word answers.

Evan arrived at the hospital shortly after. His mom was working that day, so he came along.

“[Name], is Jared g-gonna be okay??” Evan twiddled his thumbs, legs shaking. You hugged him, resting your head on Evan’s shoulder as a tear slipped down your cheek. Why the love of your life was a goofball, idiot, and a dork, you’d never know.

“I…I really hope so, Evan. T-they said he may have to g-get his stomach pumped. They found glitter and dye and all this other gross stuff, I don’t even know how many he ate…” you hiccuped. “I love him so much” you sobbed into Evan’s shoulder.

“…..Do you?” You heard a voice, his voice, and whipped around.

“Jared?!?!” You couldn’t help but wipe your eyes and smile. He nodded slowly. “I’m not okay, but they said I’ll be fine.” He exhaled. I have to drink a shit ton of water, and there’s these meds, and blah, blah, blah. I also can’t leave the hospital for a few more hours.“ Jared frowned. You kissed him giddily, and Evan clapped, and for right then, everything was good.

"I love you, Kleinman. You’re pretty radical”

“I love you too, [name]. You’re the bomb” Jared winked, and everyone in the room groaned.