#Zoe Murphy imagine

[arl1n-e]

something might be happening on valentines day... 👀 throughout Connor's relationship with Evan, Zoe keeps going on to Connor that when it's time for the proposal and wedding, she'd have to take over his wardrobe so he wouldnt look stupid proposing in just a hoodie and jeans, but Connor would always respond "no." well look at them now. .. literally his fit just with a ribbon  ↓

[waynewifey]

hi i would really appreciate if you guys would reblog this fic!! tysm!! 💗

dear mr. wayne — b.w

summary: it’s not easy being a politician’s wife. it’s even harder to love a vigilante. months of negligence make you an easy target to his enemies.

pairing: bruce wayne/the batman x reader

genre: angst romance & dark action

warnings: swearing; smoking; kidnapping; violence; a bit of gore; “you” is she/her; bruce is the worst husband ever btw

word count: 2.8k

A/N: i wrote this back in january 2022 when the batman movie had just premiered, so kinda off the hype here. i hope you enjoy it anyway. already working on part 2, let me know if you guys would like it! also, this has taken a path way darker than i had in mind so i’m sorry if it’s too much. comments are appreciated!

gotham city, USA.

it's late.

you have no clock nearby, but you feel it in your bones. in your muscles too. it's too late and bruce should be home already. laying in the sofa, only half conscious, you regret telling alfred to go to bed. at least you wouldn't be alone. of course, being married to the batman you knew he would patrol at night often. you were okay with it. but lately bruce had been too focused on his other, and recent, goal: running for mayor. at first it seemed out of character, he was never good with the public or the press. but he stared at thomas wayne's painting in the hall in such painful façade, it made sense all off sudden. you were supportive of it. you showed up to every event just to stay by his side, to show the people the lovable man he was. the man you loved. the man who couldn't even be home for dinner.

the penthouse's elevator dings, opening its doors at the end of the hallway you see perfectly from your seat. your head doesn't lift instantly, like in the first week. instead, a long sigh escapes from your lips as bruce reaches the living room.

"hello, darling." he says, still in motion as he walks the stairway up to the room you shared. not a single kiss, or a hug. you follow him, because what else is there to do? you need to go to bed anyway. by the time you get there, slowly, his suit is already on the floor and he's taking a shower.

"how was the meeting?" you ask, knowing he usually did his Wayne Enterprising meetings — which consisted of hanging out long hours in bars with business men — at night. recently, he started a complicated relationship with a real estate company he wanted to invest in.

"the usual." he stopped fully answering these questions three weeks ago, making the only time you ever talked even shorter. the city has gotten more violent than ever since his batman duties were put on standby.

"any closer to sealing the deal?" you sit on the bed, watching the open bathroom door.

"probably." it's not like he's being rude. well, maybe a little bit. he just doesn't want to talk any more, it's clear on his tone. but it's 2am and you brain isn't working too well.

"when is this gonna end, bruce?" you finally say, as he puts his boxers on. "when are we ever having dinner again? or going on a date? when are you gonna stop treating me like i'm some sort of home decor?" you almost vomit out the words that have been stuck on your throat for days. surprisingly, the heartache doesn't softens. instead, it gets worse. it's like admitting your abandonment.

six months ago, you started trying to get pregnant. it hadn't always been a dream of yours, but the idea of having an heir to all you've spent your life building is charming. you realised you were in the right time to do so, you had just turned 28, bruce was 32, and both had stable careers. a month later, bruce announced his candidacy. and so soon you gave up. you told yourself once he won the election everything would be fine. you would try again. but, realistically, being a mayor was already a lot of work on itself. he wouldn't want a pregnant wife or a child to take care of. after the four years, who knows? he might as well have a new life project. and your family would always stand on the side.

"i don't know what you're talking about..." he doesn't look into your eyes. hell, he barely looks at you. that feeling, the negligence, is enough to trigger the tears. you take a deep breath, making an effort to look composed.

"don't you, though?" your voice is shaken. look at me. look at me. look at me. look at me. he doesn't. "bruce." you call, finally getting his attention. however, the boredom on his face knocks you off your feet, legs trembling in pain and anger. "i just want you to make an effort on us..."

"really? cause that's all i ever done." he's leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed in a way you would find attractive in other circumstances. but now he's yelling and you fight back the urge to shrink into the mattress. "do you think i wanna have a kid on this fucked up town? i'm tryna fix this. fix everything!" his faces turns red-ish. something inside of you makes you want to leave the room. you've always been an avoider, that is one of the reasons you hadn't really had couple fights. so, basically, this is very new. "i've got the weight of the fucking world on my back."

"let's leave then" you manage to say, replacing the you chose this. it was true, however, that he was the one to put himself in this position. bruce wayne could've gotten his entire life without working if he wanted to. but he always needed to save everyone, to suffer for other's happiness. he was a giver. sometimes you wondered if he needed to be saved instead.

"you know i can't do that." he mumbles, in a defeated tone. a sigh escapes from his lips, suddenly the tiredness takes over his face. it's almost enough to make you let it go, to internalise your distress again. he really can't, you know that. he feels that the city is his liability, because it was the only thing he had since he became an orphan. but he had you, too. he just didn't acknowledge that.

"and i can't stay like this." it sounds like an whisper, but it's a plead. choose me. please. he seems to read it in your eyes, face contorting in agony when he realises what you're asking for. me or gotham? it's stupid to think he would ever choose you. but you hoped, so desperately, because you would choose him. always.

"let's not do this tonight, okay? i have to be in the office by the morning." tears instantly fall as he turns off the lights and lays on the bed, turning his back to where you slept. for a moment, you're static. his words were final. were you ever in control of something in your life? why were all of these decisions being made for you? mechanically, you stand on both feet and walk to the door. you don't even notice your movement until you're on the elevator. your husband didn't intervene either. this neighbourhood is one of the safest in town, which honestly isn't much but you had to get out. anyway, nowhere is totally safe at 3am.

you walk two blocks, clinging to the fluffy sweater you wore. the depressing air of gotham slows your pace, to a point you start wondering if it was really necessary to be aware. you could feel the city devouring you, starting with your hope. the blue 24h sign lights up the street, in a way that isn't welcoming, but you know the place well enough to not be scared to get in. a bell sounds over the door and wakes up the male behind the counter. he's got long black hair and seems to haven't seen a good night of sleep in weeks. same,you think.

"hi. can i get the blue one?" you point at the camel's behind the man. he nods, quickly putting a pack on the wooden board. the prices pops up on the cashier's display. you pay and go outside. smoking was an bad habit from your college days, when pressure got too excruciating. every now and then you would treat yourself to some cigarettes, for the confidence it gave you. the sense of control to be the one, for once, ruining yourself. the smoke burns your throat on the first inhale and you hold back a cough. you're too entertained by the cigar to notice the black van approaching. it stops right in front of you, and everything happens too quickly for your brain to process. it's all dark.

he's in a meeting, the boring kind.

the kind that has him seated in silence while a representative talks to his employees, who never get to listen to their actual boss. there's a chart being shown on a large tv on the other side of the room. he's not listening, though. he's writing down ideas for a thanksgiving speech. a head pops into the conference room.

"mr. wayne." it's one of the new assistants, hired especially for the election season. he didn't care to memorise her name, because temps usually don't last long. if she hadn't called him, he might've not even looked up. but the room is silent, expecting eyes on him. the girl at the door looks terrified. "you're urgently required outside, please."

he sighs as he gets up from his leather chair. the second the door closed behind him, chatter is heard again. in the corridor, the woman conducts him to his office and they get in. there's a bit of a commotion, four men lounge around his table, all their faces tense.

"mr. wayne, i'm afraid we don't have good news." the head of the marketing team speaks, a man called robert vance. he's probably said the same phrase to bruce about seven times this month, so that doesn't do much. the assistant approaches with an ipad, unpausing a video. "we received this from an anonymous email about forty minutes ago. we weren't able to get the ip address just yet."

the video starts with a black screen, zooming out to show a woman with a bag over her head. she has her hands on her back and is kneeling on the ground. bruce's heart skips a beat noticing the hair falling down her shoulders.

"bruce wayne..." an eerie voice whispers from behind the camera, breathing heavily. "i've robbed an egg from your basket, and you haven't even noticed!" there's a disturbing chuckle and the video shakes a bit. bruce doesn't move, eyes stuck on the screen. no one in the room has done anything other than breathing. someone gulps. "it's been long hours, but we're having fun, aren't we, darling?" a gloved hand reaches for the bag, pulling it out. her face - your face - is dripping blood. you're biting on a fabric, still in your home clothes. bruce's jaw clenches. you're crying, face beaten, in this degrading situation. your eyes pierce the screen right into his. suddenly, a gun is tapped on your forehead and you close your eyes into a sob. your lips mouth please. "i'm running out of patience here, you're running out of time. let's do business, shall we?" he laughs, knocking the pistol on the side of your head, making you fall laying on the floor, unconscious. the spot bleeds. "here's my proposal: you come clean about your father's deal with carmine falcone and maybe i don't shoot little mrs. wayne... or i do both. it's your choice, really. the clock is ticking. tick tock, wayne."

the video stops, the sight of a gun pointed at your unresponsive body burns into his mind. bruce is panting, the adrenaline rushes into his brain. there's a million of plans being built, but none of them seem viable.

"don't let media get this." he managed to say. one of the men in suits says it's too late. the tv flicks on showing a news report on the video. he kicks the side of his table, the contents being thrown across the room. "FUCK! you bastards wait forty fucking minutes to show me this?" he screams, no one can look him in the eyes. a hand runs through his black hair. "meanwhile my wife is out there with a gun on her head! and what have you done? i swear to god, if i don't find her alive and well i'm killing everyone in this goddamned room with my bare hands."

he storms out of there, reaching to his phone to call alfred and noticing the multiple missed calls. fucking silent mode. the sun is setting.

"i got the address." the butler says, instead of hello. a 'ding' sounds in his ear.

there has been pain for so long. you try to remember before the pain. but all is pain. he has to make it stop.

the floor is cold cement and you feel so small in this huge warehouse. the man in the mask knows you can't run. not only you're tied up, but the will had left you long before getting dragged into that van. he sees it in your eyes. so he strolls around, always in that ridiculous dark green overall. then he beats you up for fun. no cameras. just you and the devil himself. you find yourself praying, after all these years. you don't pray to get out, no. you pray so that it ends soon. you pray that the stab wound in your abdomen will get you an infection. you pray that when you close your eyes, you never have to open them again. but the divine has left you in the cold cement.

there's an explosion. your eyes open. there's smoke and dust taking over one of the walls. you're seeing everything horizontally, cheek on the floor. the man in green is just as scared as you were.

bruce wayne busted that fucking wall down. he expected a full team of psychopaths and maybe some more security. there was just one coward in the warehouse. the thing stares at him coming out of the smoke, fingers fidgeting. the batman steps forward. the freak steps back. then turns around, runs to a half broken wardrobe and grabs a gun from it. bruce walks slowly. there's a struggle loading the gun. he takes the opportunity to run and throw the thing on the floor. he bangs his head on it. the vermin screams. he takes one punch. two. tries to reach for the fallen gun. bruce steps on his hand and the loud crack echoes in the room. he screams again. three punches. the mask is taken off. his nose is bleeding. more punches. he holds the neck. the head is turning purple. oh how he wants to kill this little shit. bruce wayne will kill him. it will just take a few more seconds...

"baby, no" at first he thinks he's imagining it. it's so soft, so weak. but he looks up and there she is. his hands loose. right on the corner, chains on her legs. her face is ruined from blood and dirt. her wrists bleed too. the motherfucker chained her. hell is too good for this thing.

bang. on his shoulder. he looks down and the blood is dripping on the freak's face. he’s pushed to the side, holding the wound. tiny white dots obstruct his vision. he grunts through the pain. the man gets up and runs towards you. bruce can’t move. he arches his back, trying to roll and lay on his chest. it feels like he can’t move his arm anymore, like his bones had detached. when he finally does so, the man is escaping through a window. his hand searches for the adrenaline-boost in his belt, grabs it and quickly injects on his leg. it takes a second to get his blood rushing again. he crawls up and jumps through the window, which leads him to a metal balcony.

you’re almost standing, but he holds your chains and a gun to your face. the shooting sound had scared you awake. you can’t believe how close to bruce you finally are, but the conditions couldn’t be worse. you can hear water running below your feet, you don’t need daylight to show you the violent river you’re standing above. this is not good.

bruce has his hands up in the air and is holding himself back to not do anything stupid. the man’s face is contorting into the creepiest smile. no.

everything happens so slowly, yet he’s not quick enough to grab you in time. you’re falling in the air and he jumped after you. for a moment, the world is air. you can’t hold out your hand. your hair is flying in your face, he does not want to die without seeing you one last time. his cape holds him back and the distance between you only increases. you’re gone. the impact comes.

part two?

[whatremained]

hate the fact so many people think dear evan hansen is supposed to be “oh! good story good protagonist” when it’s not. every character we follow is incredibly flawed and it’s portrayed that way. it’s your fault if you can’t see OBVIOUS criticism of our main character’s actions through the show.

“but! but the end! he got scot-free!”

he lost the only actual friends he had. he lost the murphy family who he felt was his only family at that moment. before speaking about the letter being his, he already lost alana and jared, and the ONLY person he had after the fact of revealing that the letter was his was his MOTHER. a woman who, throughout the show, he had a strained relationship with.

not to mention did we just ignore good for you, which came BEFORE the letter.

also i think….? complaining that the murphy’s didn’t out evan is SO weird.

in the end of the show the murphy family literally gets doxxed (in the novel, they quite literally SAY where the family lives online, as well as zoe’s number. jfc poor girl), because of something these people believe to be connor’s suicide note, which quite literally doesn’t say ANYTHING bad about the murphy family. people just decide to dox the family because they have the interpretation that the murphy family is all at fault.

can you IMAGINE what would have happened to evan if the murphy family came out about that? it would be SO much worse.

the murphy family is dysfunctional, yes, but they aren’t evil people. there’s a REASON they didn’t come out with it because. they didn’t want evan getting the same treatment as them, no matter how badly he fucked up. because they have REASONING in their brains.

this is so easy to understand and people so lack the skills to think about media in the current day. like no. the show doesn’t explain it to you outright, and it doesn’t come to a perfect ending for you. and it shouldn’t have to if you’re able to understand media to an extent.

[chrisgotitall]

Hii!! Love your work, you're one of the very few people that writes about Mike (thank god). I'd love to read one of them in the work environment. Maybe they did a movie together and now they have a press tour to do where they're cheeky and literally so in love!!

Hii, thank you so much! (crying honestly)

They work together from the very beginning. They met at her audition for a very important musical, I’m thinking of Hadestown. They got to play each other’s love interests and on that very stage they fell in love with each other.

After the play they were fully on dating mode. Mike then decided to audition for another project and she searched for another job. They actually ended up landing their roles on the same project so here they were again playing love interests on set. Their characters’ love story was tormented, totally the opposite of theirs in real life: while they played two people who fought and screamed at each other on set, behind the scenes they were the most in love lovebirds you could ever imagine. They would bring each other coffee on turns every day, sit next to each other while waiting for their time to shoot, running through the lines together. One time after a scene where he was supposed to scream at her during a fight, after the director called cut, he took her hand and kissed it, feeling so bad for some reason.

Then the press tour started. They’re always seen hugging or touching each other in some way, always giggling. She made these events that were so difficult for Mike, so bearable and actually nice to attend. If she was with him, then interviews and pictures and people shouting at him weren’t that bad.

During the première in New York, they spoke a lot about each other. A lot of questions were about them two as a couple. The more they answered the more it was evident how they were destined to find each other in life.

“Yeah I always thought about that,” she said. “We actually talked about this once”

Speaking about the fact that she played Graziella in a West Side Story theater production and he played Riff in the movie adaptation or that she played Zoe Murphy in Dear Evan Hansen three years back and he played Connor in the original play.

“So yeah I’m 100% sure we were destined to play in something together”

“Well thank god, we were in DEH not at the same time cause I wouldn’t have wanted to play your brother” he said smiling. She chuckled.

“Oh come on, we are like brother and sister after all…” she teased him. He chuckled, shaking his head because reminding her of the night before wouldn’t be right.

On the red carpet, he was stopped for a little interview.

“So Mike, who’s your date tonight?” the interviewer asked him.

“Oh I brought my girlfriend, she’s… right there taking pictures” he answered pointing at her.

“Oh she looks gorgeous tonight”

“Very. Very gorgeous, yeah” he tried not to look completely head over heels as he watched her but his eyes were deceiving him.

When an interviewer stopped her for a talk, the same question was asked to her too.

“Who did you come with tonight?”

“I came with my boyfriend tonight” she said feeling so proud to tell everybody he was her boyfriend.

“Let me tell you, you both look so good tonight and as a couple” the interviewer said.

“Oh thank you so much,” she said, smiling widely.

A lot of pictures of them were taken that night, even one of them outside sharing a kiss. But in most of them they were smiling, even laughing, and alway close and touching, whether it was his hand firmly around her waist or her hand on his chest.

Before taking a picture she noticed his shirt was a little wrinkly so she flattened it for him with her hands.

During a group picture he stood in front of her to cover her because she had to adjust the bodice of her dress.

[book-girl4evaaa]

cast the moots in dear evan hansen!

I've been waiting a while to do this, but this is awesome! Thank you for this ask!

Ok let's do this! I'll use the descriptions from Wikipedia because they're pretty good!

Let's do this!

First of for ensemble: @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1 @auroraofthesun1 @fangirlghost-19 @fish-ofishial123 @myfairkatiecat just because I don't know how much you like musicals but I think you'd have fun :)

1. @ace-of-pussy / @wants-to-marry-sirius-black as....

Jared Kleinman – Evan's droll and sarcastic friend. He helps Evan and Alana found The Connor Project.

Because there is the main funny character in the musical and I think you'd be able to sell that. And you would both boss the song

2. @the-slowest-turtle as...

Alana Beck – Evan's earnest but melodramatic classmate. She is constantly looking for academic and extracurricular activities to boost her collegiate chances.

Because you would absolutely boss that song, and because I feel like you might have fun playing her

3. @im-on-crack-send-help as...

Larry Murphy – Connor and Zoe's busy and distant father.

Because I feel like you would want a role, but not too big

4. @eddie-spagetthi as...

Cynthia Murphy – Connor and Zoe's stay-at-home mother. She is constantly trying to keep her fragile family from falling apart but is often unsuccessful.

I don't know why, but I feel like you would really slay this

5. @dafantasyqueen / @discoveredreality as...

Zoe Murphy – Connor's younger sister and Evan's longtime crush. She was never close to Connor, even hated him and thought he was a monster, but wishes she had known him better and turns to Evan after he lies and says he was friends with Connor.

Both of you would boss requiem for sure! And I can just imagine you as her

6. @justalunaticfangirl as...

Connor Murphy – A classmate of Evan and high school senior who, like Evan, is also a social outcast with no friends, and a frequent drug user, getting high to cope with his aggressive and violent tendencies. Connor eventually takes his own life during Act 1. His ghost appears in Evan's mind throughout the rest of the musical

Because I know you're a theatre kid, so I think you'd be able to play this role properly. As well as serve in sincerely me

7. @loife1m as...

Heidi Hansen – Evan's mother, a nurse's aide who attends paralegal school at night, often leaving Evan on his own as a result

Because you would just slay. Also, you are technically an aunt so...

And finally, playing Even Hansen, the titular role, "A high school senior with social anxiety. He is assigned by his therapist to write letters to himself about why each day will be good, which becomes the catalyst for the plot of the story (hence the name, Dear Evan Hansen" the protagonist we have.....

@paloma-ascends-into-hellfire !

*cheers* WHOOOOOO!

She's just amazing guys.

And that's the cast!!!!!!!!!!

Also all the descriptions are of Wikipedia don't sue me

[nerdle-turdle]

Warning, this will probably be long.

Talking about Part of Me, imagining if it was put as the first song in the second act, but nothing else changes.

In the dark you were swept away

And the world wouldn't let you stay

-To me, this seems like Evan thinking about the similarities to Connor and him. In the dark you were swept away, vs. did I even make a sound.

All the words that I want to say, I can't find

-i believe that originally, this was him trying to give a speech about Connor, however, if it was kept in I could imagine it being about him being unable to find the words to tell the Murphys.

I am lost in remembering.

Did you soar on an angel's wing?

Will your face keep on lingering in my mind?

-Larry being haunted by Connor vs. Cynthia wondering if he found comfort in death

I feel the weight of the world sink in

And the chills dance across my skin

When I think how you must have been so alone

-Zoe finally allowing herself to regret and accept that they failed him, too

Connor and I used to ride the same bus

(And everything else attached to this)

-showing how even though he wasn't friends with his classmates, his absence still impacted them. I for one take note when someone I pass in the halls at the exact spot isn't there, even though I don't know them.

Share, Sending prayers from Michigan, ect.

-the exact quotes from You Will Be Found, but they convey a completely different tone. The fact that they are the same, presented in a different way is part of what makes them so impactful. While You Will Be Found is optimistic, and impacting the community and being inspirational, Part of Me is showing that Evan is helping them remember Connor.

We won't forget you, Connor, thanks to Evan Hansen. We'll remember Connor. We'll always remember.

-once again, showing that Evan really did have an impact beyond inspiring others, he did force them to face Connor and remember him.

You left this life...I will save you.

-I don't have words for this section just SO MANY FEELINGS

You were not alone.

-no official lyrics were released for Part of Me, but I am 99% sure that this section is not "you are not alone" but rather "you were not alone". Once again, realizing that they failed Connor, remembering, ect.

You are not alone.

-to entertain it being "you are not alone", this section is more desperate than You Will Be Found's. Almost like they're begging the listener to believe it.

Can't believe it's even real

A part of me doesn't know how much to feel

A part of me finds a rush within the pain

A part of me needs the feeling to remain

-contrasting Zoe and Evan. Zoe who's in some level of denial, who is confused on whether or not she can grieve, who finally lets herself mourn. Evan, who hasn't fully grasped the reality of the situation until now, who doesn't know if he's allowed to mourn for Connor, who needs the lie to continue.

I think there's something you should know.

-he comes to her. And tries to tell her.

You make me feel closer to him.

-and now he can't, because Zoe needs his lie.

A part of me

-and now, not only is Connor a part of Evan, but Evan is part of Connor. They are linked, no matter how little they would want to be.

[ragaposts]

As promised, here are my Rainworld Voice Headcanons!! Some of them may be really silly or out of character, but I don't care.

Survivor !!

Survivor as Haku, from Spirited Away, for some odd reason.

I don't really know why uh just bare with me okay

Monk !!

Monk as Wybie Lovat, from Coraline! I like the soft young voice, not childish either. Monk is probably a pre-teen for me.

Hunter !!

Hunter as Dr. Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch)

I don't know why, but I wouldn't like giving Hunter an old dude voice even if Dr. Strange may sound old. It didn't fit right. Master Oogway is a perfect match, though /hj

Artificer !!

Artificer as Ciel Phamtomhive (Brina Palenica), the bossy tone of voice, really matches her!

Gourmand !!

Gourmand as Bo Burnham!!

I like imaging Gourmand with this type of voice, it suits him.

Rivulet !!

Rivulet as Glimmer from SheRa!!

Oh my God this vc is literally extraordinary this is the perfect vc for Rivulet, I can't explain why but it fits!

Spearmaster !!

Spearmaster as Bow from SheRa!! I can't find any good vc that sounds like the Spearmaster in my head, so Bow will do for now! They're both strong, little awkward dorks

Saint !!

Saint as Puss In Boots from The Last Wish (or literally any other Puss In Boots movie) Saint is definitely Puss In Boots, hands down.

Moving onto iterators, yipee!!

Five Pebbles !!

Five Pebbles as Prince Zuko from Avatar The Last Air Bender, these two would be best friends if they ever met, I'll be honest with you.

Otherwise Zukos angsty teen sounding voice just fits Pebbles, nothing more.

Looks To The Moon !!

Moon as Zoe Murphy from Dear Evan Hansen!!

It's so so perfect and so genuinely gorgeous I love it!!

I imagine Moon with a pretty soft voice, not deep or overbareingly squeaky, either.

No Significant Harassment !

Nsh as Josh Hutcherson.

He's Josh Hutcherson plus with a slight Mexican accent.

....

Seven Red Suns !!

Seven Red Suns as Sydrome (Jason Lee) because I have no idea. He's too boring, okay.....

Sliver Of Straw !!

SOS as Azula (Grey DeLisle) from Avatar The Last Air Bender, they're both rude little craps and I'm pretty sure no one likes both of them, with fair reason.

Sliver would laugh at someone's insecurities, and I feel like Azula would, too, despite having perhaps even more insecurities than them.

[lloydfrontera]

mmgghh imagine julian having a zoe murphy from deh style breakdown as he tries to reconcile the brother he remembers, the one that abused him for years and years on end, that never brought him anything but pain, that would beat him up for the slightest provocation, with the one that meets him at the academy, the one that saved a city, the one that is working relentlessly to save their family from ruin, the one that defends him from bullies and tells him it was never his fault that others harassed him

just. julian getting to express the rage and confusion and conflicted emotions that would come with the person that abused him for years changing completely out of nowhere and turning into the older brother he'd always wanted.

so don't tell me i didn't have it right don't tell me it wasn't black and white after all you put me through don't say it wasn't true that you were not the monster that i knew

[spirirsstuff]

on the way to go see dear evan hansen my friend and i were talking about if some of the characters could cook or not. this is what we came up with

evan is ass at cooking. he would probably burn down the house if he tried to make toast. okay maybe not but like. he uses the microwave and only the microwave. he is scared of the stove and even more of the oven. turned on the stove once, it started glowing red, he ran back across the room. he couldn’t turn it off out of fear. he waited until heidi got home so she could turn it off for him. she did. he touched it because it was no longer red and got burnt because it hadn’t cooled down. don’t even get started on the oven. he won’t even open it. and heidi tried to teach him to cook basic things like soup. he failed horribly. all of the murphys tried to teach him to cook. he failed horribly.

connor can cook really well. like that dude from ratatouille would be impressed. he could make the best shit you’ve ever tasted and be like ‘eh that was a quick thing i made because i didn’t feel like doing anything fancy.’ he refuses to cook for his family and they’re all under the impression that he sucks.

zoe is pretty good at cooking. she’s able to make really good stuff, nothing professional level, but good. she’s able to make a good, hearty meal for her family. she actually cooks most nights but cynthia insists on cooking whenever guests are over.

speaking of cynthia, she’s able to cook, just not as well as her kids. she can make simple stuff. if she tries to make anything else, even with a recipe, it is not amazing. like it’s edible but not something you’d want very often if at all. it’s not great.

larry can like. make toast i guess. and microwave stuff. but he will burn anything burnable nine times out of ten. like probably not the the point of fire but still bead. i think he probably somehow burned noodles that were already cooked by trying to warm them up. how does one do that? don’t ask me, ask larry.

heidi can cook. she’s able to make good food. she’s your average mom who can cook decently whenever she’s around to actually cook. she probably orders takeout for herself most nights after work and class.

jared can sometimes cook. like if it’s just the microwave or toaster and he knows how long to set it? perfectly fine. if it’s the stove or oven… dear god. the house is not staying intact for long (probably because he’s playing video games or something instead of paying attention to the burning food).

alana is a respectable human and can cook about as well as heidi can, basically average cooking skills. i imagine alana can make really good soup because she’s probably volunteered at at least four soup kitchens.

so if i wanted anyone to cook me food in order of best to still good? connor, zoe, alana/heidi

if i wanted to have someone make me food but it was eh? cynthia

who i really do not want to make food for me in order of best bad to horrible? evan, larry, jared

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Little Town, It's a Shifter Village

I'm not sure what it is about old New England towns that literally predate the US, but they're often where tbe weird stuff happens. In the case of Virtue--a little town in upstate New York--the weird stuff is that it's a shifter sanctuary, which makes the town even more insular and uncommunicative with the rest if the world than even somewhere like Stars Hollow. Most people stay in Virtue their whole lives...but Zane Bellamy didn't. He had to come back to Virtue to meet his fated mate. Let's talk Wear Wolf.

This is your SPOILER WARNING, people. There are SPOILERS below the break.

The circumstances of a meet cute can range wildly, from a random happenstance coffee shop meet to something absolutely improbable like getting kidnapped by pirates. Somehow, Zane and Victoria manage to meet under just the wildest circumstances. Victoria is a long-term substitute teacher who has a year-long contract in Virtue. Her students talk her into entering a contest for a custom coture dress, and her win brings Zane back to his hometown. But that's just the SETUP for the meet cute. The actual meet cute is Victoria goig headfirst out a bathroom window to avoid the press (literally cannot blame her for that one) and Zane diving underneath her so she doesn't break her neck on the concrete. It's actually super cute and awkward.

And of course thats where the fated mate bond clicks in for Zane. The interesting twist, however, is that Zane has face blindness-- or prosopagnosia, for those of you wanting the SAT word. Zane doesn't see and click.with faces, so it more or less doesn't matter what Victoria looks like. What he does see though, is fashion. Partly because Zane is a world-famous designer, and partly because it's how he copes with and manages the ace blindness. So it takes him less than a second to clock Victoria's "everyday cosplay," which was honestly delightful in the context of their first spicy scene and jut a lovely little marriage of character quirks. It's not a secret that shifter romances--and particularly those shifter romances written under the Zoe Chant name--are meant to be sweet, fluffy, cozy, and spicy, without too terribly much in the way of depth. But even with those genre expectations, Murphy Lawless manages to do small, clever character things like this that give me just a little bit more to hold onto.

Like, yes of COURSE the fashion designer is going to clock the first grade teacher's subtle-enough-to-pass-muster-at-an-elementary-school sexy secretary and sexy librarian cosplays. And yes of course nobody else in said first-grade teacher's life is going to notice because humanity at large is bad at nuance (and also, let's be real: the US in particular would absolutely crucify [loaded word choice is intentional] any teacher for something like that if it wasn't kept 100000000% private). So to have these two beautifully complimentary character traits mesh just reinforces the fated mates thing and goes a long way towards feeling like yes, actually, even if there wasn't a shifter and a fated mate involved, these two characters have a reason they would work well together.

The other really lovely thing that this book does that I don't think I've seen in shifter romances before is that it codifies LGBTQIA fated mates. Dion and Aaron aren't a main couple by any stretch of the imagination, but they're there, they're gay, and they are absolutely adorable fated mates. Now we just need a book where the LGBTQIA couple is the main couple. I'm...fairly sure these exist and I just haven't found them yet? I hope these exist?

Overall, this was a delightful read, and I was over here kicking my feet and screeching "WHAT" at the book when the paparazzi pictures of Zane and a younger woman popped up. I think I literally yelled "THERE IS NOT ENOUGH BOOK LEFT FOR THIS" but it turned out there was, and it was adorable. I highly recommend Murphy Lawless (both as Lawless and as Zoe Chant) if you need a cozy shifter romance read.

[nothingunrealistic]

for reference, the part of the deh novel that inspired this:

That first week after my confession was the worst of my life. Even with the aid of medication, which I had started taking again, I could barely function. My stomach was swirling acid. My left eye twitched uncontrollably. That Friday, I went to the nurse and missed half my classes. I once saw a documentary about a shipwrecked man who survived out on the open sea for sixteen days. After they saved him, it was a long and deliberate process to return him to good health before he could resume normal life. I, too, had survived a wreck, albeit a self-inflicted one. In my case, though, I was thrown right back into society. I left school for the weekend with everything and returned the following week with nothing. I was confused. I literally couldn’t perceive what was reality and what was fantasy. I’d hear someone talking, only to find there was no one else in the room. I attached a story to every stare I received. One time I did a homework assignment twice because I had forgotten I’d done it the first time. I began to question whether I ever fell from that oak tree and broke my arm; I’d crawl under my bed in the middle of the night just to confirm that my cast was not imagined. Unlike the man from the documentary, I received no help or sympathy, because no one knew what I was going through. And anyway, did I deserve anyone’s sympathy? My mom and Dr. Sherman were the only ones in my life who had even the slightest clue, and neither of them was aware of the full extent of what had happened. The details were known only to me, and as time went on, those details began to haunt me daily. I had to stay off social media. People kept grilling me about why I wasn’t with the Connor Project anymore, and they continued to say nasty things about the Murphys and Zoe. My grades slipped. My attendance became unpredictable. I missed school after breaking into hives and again for an unexplained fever and again for shingles (which I’m told is a disease that typically only old people get). I went from a homebody to a practical agoraphobe.

Jared and Evan + 22 for the hurt/comfort prompts… simply a them concept

Anonymous asked:

Delirious and also straw that broke the camel's back

17. delirious || 22. the straw that broke the camel’s back

Jared wants to blame his buzzing phone for waking him up, but he wasn’t falling asleep anyway. If he were really tired, he wouldn’t be bothering to put on his glasses.

My cat

My cats

My cat

My cast

You say oh right

You saw it

Do you remember

?

Hearing from Evan this late is weird enough — usually he goes to bed before midnight, like someone’s grandma. He also usually texts more coherently than the average grandma. And Jared can’t remember the last time a text from Evan was preceded by two weeks of total silence.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Why are you even awake?

My car from my arm

Cat

Cast

You saw my car

Cast

Right

When I broke it

He should turn off his phone and ignore whatever this is until the morning, when Evan will either have forgotten about it or remembered how to form a complete sentence. Instead he presses Call and waits through one… two… three rings.

“Don’t call me,” Evan says, sounding like he just woke up. Was he sleep-texting? “I don’t like calls.”

“Yeah, and I don’t like having to decipher your messages like it’s the Rosetta Stone at two AM. Talk.”

“Did I break my arm?”

“Are you drunk? You shouldn’t be underage drinking without me.”

“I’m sick.”

“Wow, no shit.” That answers about half of his questions.

“I can’t remember,” Evan says. “If I really broke it. I thought it was real but I don’t know. Is it?”

Jared shoves his covers down, pushes himself into sitting upright, like that it’ll make it easier to think. “Yeah. You fell out of a tree and broke your arm.”

“No, I didn’t.” Evan’s voice shakes as if he’s about to cry. Jared can’t handle that even at the best of times, which this is far from. “That’s not — I don’t think it is.”

“Yes, you did. You told me. You had a cast on your arm for, like, the first month of school.” With Connor Murphy’s signature plastered across it, the first domino in the chain that’s threatening to topple over and crush them. “Now go to sleep. You and I both know it’s past your bedtime and that warm milk is wearing off.”

“I can’t. I’m tired but I can’t fall asleep.”

“So drink some water. Take some Tylenol. Listen to a boring podcast. Figure it out. Do you expect me to solve all your problems for you?”

“That’s what you do.”

Jared digs his fingers through his hair. He feels almost crazy enough to yank it all out. “This doesn’t mean we’re good, you know. You’re still an asshole.”

“I’m sorry,” Evan says. “I’m really sorry,” and the worst part of hearing that is knowing Evan’s too out of it to mean it. He won’t even remember this tomorrow.

“I’m hanging up.”

“Good n—”

Jared hits End Call, pulls off his glasses, and turns off his phone so he won’t throw it across the room.

(Put a number and two characters in my ask box and get a hurt/comfort drabble)

[lemon-boy-stan]

"DEAR EVAN HANSEN MASTERLIST" (closed)

MIKE FAIST

love hearts (fluff) - the reader is scared of heights. she eats love heart sweets when she’s nervous.

train ride heat (smut(ish)) - a ride to the music box gets steamy.

EVAN HANSEN

mirror room (angst) - the supposedly neuro-typical reader suffers a panic attack.

dating evan hansen includes (headcanon)

ZOE MURPHY

dating zoe murphy includes (headcanon)

CONNOR MURPHY

coming soon

JARED KLIENMAN

coming soon

[can-youimagine]

Ooh broadway! 41 w/ Zoe Murphy? If possible

Warning: I’m typing this on my phone so bear with me

You pull her hand, dragging her through the drafty building.

“What is so important that you made me come here?” She whines. “It’s too cold.”

You shush her. “We’re almost there.” You continue to pull her through the market before stopping at a little booth in the back. Jars of honey line the front of the table, while beeswax candles stand behind them.

“Adorable,” she agrees. “But why am I here?”

“Because, this is ours.”

She takes a closer look at the honey bottles. “You really did it.”

“I really did.”

She smiles widely before kissing you. “I’m proud of you.”

[maybe-i-should-try-harder]

I got tagged twice !! Hi abyss if you see this you tagged me too anyways to the questions I'm gonna embarrass myself

When did you post your first fanfic?

....so, way back in 2016 when i was like. 9-10.. it was on an old local site named Bookcity that has since been closed but it was VEEERY popular for the fanfiction community in my country. Some of my friends to this day are from there ! Shoutout to Ryan, Star and Dro yall are cool and you knew me when I went by Chica

First character you wrote for?

........okay so it. It. It was a fnaf. Fanfic. And I wrote about Bonnie and Foxy fighting over Chica. (She ended up marrying Freddy LMAOOOOO)

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for?

JEREMIAH HEERE THE ONE AND ONLY

Character(s) you haven’t written for yet but want to write for soon?

Ah jeez... don't think I ever wrote Chloe but I did analyze her.

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for?

Right now im on my bmc galore but I've always been a deh og

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for?

Jeremy and all the girls. I love them.

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for?

...Richjer and Deere 😭 Richie Tozier x Violet (oc) and Pink Guitar (Amy Mayrose my oc X Zoe Murphy)

Top three AO3 tags?

First Kiss, Mutual Pining and I wrote this instead of sleeping

Current Platform?

Ao3! I don't touch anything else sorry

Snippet from current WIP?

ABYSS THIS IS FOR YOU IM ACTUALLY STILL WRITING THIS LMAO IM SORRY FOR BEING A YEAR LATE ITS NOT DONE IM STUPID SLOW

Therefore I'm tagging you even if you did it @theabyssgazesalsointoyou

“Yo, is that fucking Carly Rae Japsen?” A voice asks behind him, a slight lisp can be heard, nearly hidden.

Jake turns around, in slight embarrassment, his eyes slightly wide. A short, muscly guy with a violently vibrant red streak in his beach blonde hair.

“I like her music,” Jake says, smiling a bit. This charming smile always works on everyone.

“That’s fucking lame.” The guy snorts, sporting a muscle top that really shows off his physique, Jake can’t help but appreciate it, he clearly put work into his body, Jake can admit, the guy looks good.

“I like Taylor Swift.” He adds in, grinning wildly as he reveals the cutest tooth gap. (known to man)

Jake’s shoulders untense with relief

“Sup. Rich Goranski, I’m guessing we are roomies? Unless you’re decorating someone else’s room, then that’s kinda weird.” The guy - Rich - says, shrugging offhandedly at the end with a knowing smirk of an unfunny joke.

The more he talks, the more s’s he has to pronounce, and the more Jake realizes.

“Oh my god, You’re a nerd!” Jake laughs with glee, walking over to Rich to hug him real tight.

“And you’re fucking ripped, Jesus!” He exclaims, being squeezed his breath away by Jake.

“You never told me your name.” His eyes focus on the wheelchair behind Jake, though his mouth asks no questions.

“Jake Dillinger,” Jake says through a chuckle, releasing Rich.

“I broke my legs in a freaky accident a year ago. It just makes stuff easier.”

Rich makes an ‘ohhh’ noise and nods, chuckling awkwardly as he backs off Jake.

“Sorry, I gotta ask.

How popular were you in high school?”

“That obvious?”

“You look like a movie.”

“I was the king of high school,” Jake answers sheepishly. “I had an empty house, lots of booze, and a love for sports.”

Rich’s heart hangs on to the empty house statement.

He shrugs. “I tried being popular, found advice online, barely followed through," Rich says, although something hides behind his eyes.

Jake smiles.

"You look plenty cool to me, Broanski."

And Rich bursts into a laugh.

"How were you popular??

Broanski..

Imagine I called you something stupid with your last name.

Like..”- His face scrunches up, thinking. -”..DillingJake

Jakey-ger..'

And then something clicks.

"Jakey D!" And mid-way through Rich's name spiel, Jake started laughing too, holding onto Rich's shoulder for support.

"You're funny, dude."

And Rich just smiles.

Maybe they got lucky with rooms.

❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

I had fun doing this! ♡

when did you post your first ever fanfic?

January 2017, I think. wow, it’s been 6 years! (no, I’m not giving you my Wattpad username)

first character you wrote for:

Joker. it was during my Wattpad era. I have zero regret, but I’m not giving the link lol

main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Daniel Harrow & Henry Creel (as in separate fics that aren’t crossover, but wouldn’t it be nice if I wrote a crossover with these two…)

character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

Henry Morgan (from Forever tv) !! also, I’d love to write more about Captain Jack Sparrow

fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Harrow & Stranger Things

platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Daniel Harrow & Simon Van Reyk (Harrow), Henry Creel & Eleven (Stranger Things)

romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

I know it’s been more than a year since my last update so I can’t say currently, but Loki/Mobius. other than that the more recent one is Will Byers/Mike Wheeler but even then, it’s still rare. so I guess I focus more on writing platonic relationships lately (honestly it just depends on the characters whom my hyperfixation is on and whether their relationship with the other characters is romantic or platonic.)

your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

whump, hurt/comfort & angst

your current platform where you post your works:

tap HERE for my AO3

snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

should be posted hopefully within the next few days!

But Harrow forced a smile as he greeted Simon with a hug. And when he hugged Simon, his smile became real. And for a moment Harrow could forget the guilt and the shame he carried with him. For a moment, he could really breathe, knowing that Simon was safe. In his arms.

* aka a fix-it fic where Simon lives.

🏷️ no pressure tags at random: @foodiewithdahoodie @queereldritch @bebataylor84 @ohfallingdisco @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @sillylittlerock @jcbbby @maladaptive-jcb @highwarlockofphilly @can-of-pringles @mirilyawrites @chaos-monkeyy @harringroveera @medium-rare-bimbo @deliaqbower @ripcreel @rins-love-wins @okilokiwithpurpose @lokisgoodgirl @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @daddiesdrarryy @loki-hargreeves @zodiyack @cha-melodius @insert-witty-user-name-here @dewdropreader @blackbirdofasgard @mimisempai @underwhelmingalchemist @excusemefangirlhere @abitofboth @worstloki @littlekinng @andiwriteordie @cluelessbees @suzieburself @waroftheposes @drop-of-infinity @bookinit02 @bizarrelittlemew @ghostalservice @pilkingtonian @thefatedthoughtofyou @brbsoulnomming @spooky-brakers @cosmicanamnesis @cranberrymoons @onirislanding @thefreakandthehair @thisapplepielife — if I didn’t tag you and you’d like to join, please do! everybody is welcome

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Sunflower- Zoe Murphy

Pairing: Zoe Murphy x Reader

Characters: Zoe Murphy

Warnings: N/A

Request: @im-a-rocketman - Maybe the word “growth” for Zoey MurphyxReader,

Word Count: 418

Author: Charlotte

“Where did you put the tape measure?” You asked looking through the folder that had all the information for your project in it and should have had the tape measure in it, but it was missing.

“Check behind the pot,” Zoe responded.

You looked behind the small plastic flowerpot to find the wrapped-up tape measure. It had come out of a dollar store sewing kit and the numbers were barely legible anymore, but it still did the job you needed. You handed the folder over to Zoe whom was sat on the edge of her bed. She dug through the paper to find the table that had only been filled in about halfway.

“What’s the date?” She asked.

“Fourteenth.”

She nodded her head and filled in the box before looking up at you for you to do your bit of work so she could finish filling in the table.

You rolled out the tape measure and held it up to the stem of the plant. Holding the end that once had 0 written on it to the soil, you straightened the thin fabric until you could find which number corresponded with the top of it.

“Eleven centimeters,” you stated.

She wrote down the height before slotting the paper back into the folder. You rolled the tape measure back up so that it could join the rest of the project. Picking up the small watering can, you poured a few drops of water into the soil to help the growth of your plant.

“What is the point of this project?” Zoe questioned.

“Something about caring for something. Getting a little sunflower seed and showing it love and care and giving it everything that it needed until it grows big and strong and blossoms for the caregiver,” you shrugged. “Or maybe I’m reading into it a bit too much and it’s teaching us the basis of gardening.”

“It’s probably the latter,” Zoe chuckled as you joined her on the edge of the bed.

For one of your classes you had been given the task as pairs to see who could get a sunflower to grow the tallest. Of course, you picked your best friend Zoe Murphy and it seemed as though you were doing well together even if you had both begun to question what the point of the project even was.

“Either way it seems to be growing pretty well.”

With that the two of you talked for a while before moving onto other homework that needed your attention.

[soursaiki]

Okay I was screaming the words to sincerely me in my car while I was driving and some car almost ran into mine and I almost went through the guard rails and off a cliff because I swerved and my last words would have been “KINKY” I hate myself.