Ignoring the context of this song in the musical (bc it's pretty messed up) IMAGINE FRECKLE SINGING THIS ABOUT IVY IT WOULD BE THE CUTEST FREAKING THING EVER. Also Ben Platt kinda sounds like Freckle anyway which makes it even more perfect imo.
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Also, yes, the theater kid I keep locked in my basement has come out and hijacked my computer /j
Summary: Y/n didn't realize that calling their boyfriend after a nightmare would save his life.
TW: mentions of death, self harm, and suicidal thoughts
It took me ten minutes to get myself to slow my shaking. I had woken up in a cold sweat, the only bit of my dream I had remembered being Connor's pale face. I reached for the phone, tears still falling down my face, and my hand shaking just enough to not knock my phone out of my hand.
"Con, can you come over?" I whispered into the microphone. I heard him sigh before answering.
"Give me ten minutes," he sounded exhausted, and I almost told him to forget and get some rest, but the click of the hang up button stopped me. Sure enough, ten minutes later Connor Murphy himself was climbing in my window like he had done so many times before.
"What's wrong?" he stuffed his hands in the pocket of his signature black hoodie, stopping only a few feet ahead of me.
"I just," I bit my lip, "I had a bad dream that's all."
"That's all?" he copied me, one of his eyebrows raised.
"You had died and," he tensed visibly, "I just had to see you to prove it wasn't real, I'm sorry for waking you up."
He looked guilty, he sat on the bed next to me and shook his head.
"I wasn't asleep," he confessed, biting his lip he moved to roll up his sleeves, freezing before he could lift them he let his hands drop into his lap.
"Can you stay?" I leaned my head on his shoulder, "just a little longer?"
"Always," he shuffled, laying down under my covers, motioning me to follow suit. I tilted my head, wondering if he was going to take his hoodie off or not. He closed his eyes, knowing my silent question. My eyes watered when I saw them. Little red scars rolling up and down his arm on top of the old white ones.
I knew why he hadn't been sleeping before, and I silently thank whatever god made me call him in time before crawling on top of him. I rested my head on his chest, every part of his body was always warm, except for his hands, which gently rubbed circles in my back as I slowly dozed off again.
I do wish that ongsa would just tell sun the truth but that poor girl is so scared. And she wants to keep being sun’s earth but she also wants to keep being sun’s friend!!! And she’s afraid that if she tells her the truth that she’ll lose her completely!!! Also she’s literally 17!!! I need to give this child a hug