#th. jared evans

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"And yet you're working in retail instead of out on the waves. How good can you be?" Lorelai pressed, brow arched patronizingly.

Jared Evans was the most frustrating man she had ever met—if she wasn't knelt down beside him, palms pressed flat against her thighs then she might have shoved him just for the hell of it.

"Keep your money. You look like you need it more than I do." Lorelai sneered, collecting the broken pieces of glass carefully to avoid cutting herself. It would be a shame if Jared happened to befell a similar injury.

"I do know a way that you can make it up to me and put an end to our little feud once and for all." Lorelai said, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"Three words—temporary glitter tattoo."

Jared gave her a smile, teasingly. "I'm an excellent surfer, and an excellent liar. Hence why I can be around you and act so nice." He often wondered how her brother could be one of his best friends, yet there was a sour taste always left in his mouth whenever he was approached or happen to run into Lorelai.

He heard her question, but without a response, he fell to his knees and began helping in gathering up the pieces. He wasn't heartless, due to contrary belief. His eyes lifted to watch her, just staring... wondering where they went from here.

"Well, if it means that much to you. I can give you thirty dollars for this piece of shit, or... well, I don't know. What do you want?"

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Good Luck Charm: Chapter 20

college football player!buck x plus size!reader

summary: you go back to school early to attend a new year’s eve party.

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Two long weeks later, it’s finally time for you and Evan to go back to school. You continued to sneak into Evan’s room each night, and had managed not to get caught each time his hands started to wander, innocent touches becoming something entirely different.

While you did tease him about keeping his hands to himself the first night, you were a little surprised when his hands traveled down your soft tummy and traced the waistband of your panties. You almost stopped him; the fear of getting caught clear in your mind, but your words were cut short when his hand dipped under the fabric and ghosted over your clit. His lips were on yours before you could make a sound, and when he finally pushed his cock into your dripping cunt, his lips were replaced with his hand as he whispered how good you were being into your ear.

This morning is no different. You wake up early; earlier than either of your parents, Evan’s bare chest against your back warming you up immensely.

“Are you sad to be leaving?” he whispers, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck. You hum softly, shrugging as you think about it. You turn in his grip before you answer, unable to fight back a smile as Evan’s face studies yours with a lovesick expression.

“I love my parents, but I think I get along with them better when we’re apart. Spending some time with them is nice, but I’m glad I’m not living here all the time.” you tell him in the same hushed tone. He nods, seeming to understand where you’re coming from. When he’s at school, sometimes his parents call to catch up, and he can almost pretend that he’s close with his parents when that happens.

“I’m glad. Because now we can go to the New Year’s party at Delta Phi.” he says in a teasing tone. You roll your eyes, laughing softly. He practically begged you to leave a couple of days early so you’d be back for the party once he found out that the theme of the party was to celebrate the university’s sports teams. “Now I can see you in my jersey again. Like old times.” is how he put it when he asked, and you couldn’t say no.

It had been a while since you were able to wear his jersey, and the last time you had, he ended up in the hospital, so a part of you was eager to get some better memories of wearing it.

“You really do like to party, don’t you?” you tease, laughing as he scoffs.

“Come on, they’re fun. You can’t tell me you didn’t like the parties I brought you to, other than the first one.” he says, his jaw clenching when he speaks about the first party you went to a party with him. He still has to see Jared at practice, but for the most part, Jared tries to steer clear of him, and he’s thankful. As much as he wants to fucking kill him for what he did, he knows that wouldn’t be the best idea.

“Alright, they’re not as bad as I thought they’d be. But that doesn’t mean I’d pick going to a party over, like, a movie night. But I like when you get all protective.” you tease, leaning in to kiss him softly. You can feel his fist clenching at your side, where he was holding your hip, and you know what he’s thinking about. You’ve stuck close to Evan at every party since then, and he always has to have a hand on you. Either an arm around your shoulder, or his hand in yours, or on the small of your back. He won’t let you leave his sight.

“Gotta protect my girl. Always.” he tells you earnestly, his hand unclenching as he lets out a breath. He knows he’s more upset about the situation than you are, even though it happened to you, but he can’t help it. He still feels a little guilty for even losing you in the first place.

“And you always do. From people and from the dark.” you tease, and he chuckles. Then in an instant, he moves to pin you to the bed, his body positioning itself between your legs, making you squeal softly in surprise as you giggle. He shushes you softly, lowering his face to the crook of your neck as his hands pin your wrists to the bed beside your head.

“Gotta be quiet, baby. I’ve gotten through two weeks without your dad hating my guts. Can’t start now.” he murmurs against your neck before beginning to trail kisses across your skin. You bite your lip as you tilt your head back, reveling in the feeling of his lips on you. Truth be told, your mom has caught you a couple of times in his room, not that either of you have been awake to notice. She stands near the door with a smile on her face each time, seeing you cuddled up together. She thinks it’s sweet, and she’d never tell your dad, anyway. This is not one of those mornings, evidently.

“We can’t have that.” you whisper, meeting his gaze as he pulls away from your neck. He smirks, moving your wrists up above your head and grabbing them with one hand, then his other moves down to push your shirt up over your plush tummy and chest.

Once your shirt is bunched up above your tits, his eyes trail down your body as he licks his lips. He’s so glad you only ever sleep with an oversized shirt and panties, like you’re just begging him to take care of you.

He leans down and gives you a short, but passionate, kiss, then moves down to your neck again. You bite your lip as his kisses move further down your neck, and he moves his face away for just long enough to move below your shirt, then begins to kiss down the valley of your breasts to your round tummy. He hums softly as he presses featherlight kisses to the skin littered with stretch marks, nipping and sucking softly as he goes.

He loves marking your tummy; he loves seeing the marks that are for his eyes only, and he likes the way it makes you squirm, but he also loves it seems to make you feel more confident. He loves your soft belly, and he’ll keep leaving marks across it until you love it completely, too.

His hands move down to your hips, grabbing and harshly pulling your panties down your legs with a low grunt, now leaning back on his knees to look at all of you.

“God, I love you.” he whispers once you’re left in nothing but your bunched up shirt, his fingers moving up your inner thighs.

You inhale a shaky breath as he leans down until his face is directly in front of your core. He smirks as he keeps eye contact with you, and the last thing he says before his tongue makes contact with your slick folds is “My gorgeous girl. I’m gonna ruin you.”

You get back to your apartment at around 6, which is still much earlier than when you have to go to the party, but after waking up early and driving all day, you feel like you need a nap before you get ready. Buck dropped you off, and after insisting on carrying your bags up for you, he gave you a sweet kiss and told you he’d be back around 10:00 before he went back to his place.

Your eyelids flutter open an hour or so later, and since you showered this morning, and you know you’ll probably get some form of alcohol spilled on you tonight, you don’t bother showering. Since you now have some time before Evan picks you up, you drag yourself out of bed and into the living room, flopping down onto the couch your roommate isn’t currently sprawled out on.

“How was your break?” she asks innocently, although her expression is anything but. She knows you brought Evan to meet your parents, and she has been patiently waiting since you left for any little detail of your visit. You didn’t want to tell her over text, so you kept telling her you’d update her when you got back. And since she got back four days before you did, she had begged you to tell her, claiming she was too bored and lonely all alone to wait.

“Well, my dad doesn’t hate him.” you tell her with a smile. She laughs, rolling onto her side to face you with a smirk.

“Tell me everything right now.” she urges, and you roll your eyes. She watches you intently as you begin to tell her, leaving out the parts about you sneaking into his bed every night, for the most part.

Just like promised, Evan buzzes your apartment intercom at 10pm, and your roommate lets him in, as you’re still finishing up your makeup. It’s nothing crazy, just some mascara and lip gloss, but you waited a little too long before you started to get ready; instead spending your time catching up with your roommate.

He walks into the bathroom, eyes trailing down your figure as you bend over the counter to touch up your lip gloss. You’re wearing your favourite pair of jeans and a white long sleeve shirt, knowing you’ll get cold in just Evan’s jersey on the walk to and from the party. You jump slightly in surprise as Evan lets out a low whistle, turning to see him leaning in the doorway. He’s wearing a white hoodie under his own jersey, and you can’t help your eyes traveling down to his broad chest. God, how did you get so lucky?

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he asks in a teasing tone, closing the distance between you and dropping your jersey onto the counter before he pulls your hips against his. He meets your lips in a kiss, and you whine softly as you pull back, frowning.

“I just put on lip gloss.” you say, fighting back a smile as you look up at his lips, now shiny and glittery. You reach up and wipe it off with your thumb, and he chuckles softly once you pull your hand away.

“And you can put on some more. I wanna kiss you.” he tells you sternly, then leans in for another kiss.

“Your teammates are gonna make fun of you if you keep doing that. You’re gonna walk into the party with lip gloss all over your face.” you tease once you lean back again, but letting him kiss you for longer this time. You wipe off the lip gloss again, then push him away by putting your hands on his chest. He rolls his eyes, but lets you push him back, then watches you intently as you turn back to the mirror and fix your makeup.

Once you’re finished, you grab the jersey off the counter and throw it on, tucking one side into your jeans so it doesn’t look so awkwardly long.

“You ready, princess?” he asks once you turn to face him. You smile, nodding as you grab his hand and maneuver around him to lead him out of the bathroom. You meet your roommate near the door, ready to walk over with both of them. She’s going to the party anyway, and you’d rather her walk with you and Evan than walk over alone, even if she’s meeting some of her other friends there.

It’s a quick walk over, as your roommate is already a little drunk, and cannot seem to keep her mouth shut. You walk hand in hand with Evan as she walks in front of you, barely even paying attention as she rants on and on about the party.

“Is she gonna be okay once we get there? I kinda don’t want to leave her alone.” Evan whispers to you as she keeps talking. You look up at him, your heart swelling in your chest. You know he’s protective of you, but him being protective of your friend as well makes your heartbeat quicken.

“She’s meeting a few friends there; she should be fine. One of them is staying sober too, so she can keep an eye on her.” you tell him, and he nods slowly. Although this calms him, he still feels a little nervous about it.

“And, her friend’s boyfriend is on the lacrosse team. He said he’d keep an eye on them.” you tell him, and he nods, letting out a breath. That makes him feel a lot better.

“Yeah! He’s gonna set me up with a hot lacrosse player! It’s a sports party, and I don’t have a jersey. Gotta get one somewhere.” your roommate tells you as she turns her head to look over her shoulder at you two. You both let out laughs as she smirks and raises her brows a few times.

“I have faith in you.” Evan responds, and you roll your eyes, shaking your head. You watch as she turns on her heel and walks up to him, forcing you both to stop in your tracks. She raises a hand and puts it on his shoulder, looking up at him with a serious expression.

“You don’t know how much that means to me.” she says, swaying gently side to side. Evan furrows his brows as he lets out a confused laugh while you laugh loudly. Her head snaps to you as you laugh, then takes her hand off of Evan’s shoulder and puts it on yours.

“You’re so lucky you already have a jersey. I love you guys.” she tells you, then throws herself at you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You stumble back, shaking your head as you wrap your arms around her torso, hugging her back.

“Alright, let’s go get you that jersey.” Evan says in a teasing tone, making eye contact with you over your roommate’s shoulder. He winks at you as she finally pulls away, mumbling a quiet “good idea” as she turns and starts walking towards the party again.

The party is in full swing once you drop your roommate off with her friends and Evan says hi to a bunch of his teammates throughout the party. You’re staying close to Evan, getting jostled around as people sway to the music and shove their way through the crowd around you. He keeps his arm firmly wrapped around your shoulder, only letting you go when he grabs both of you a beer. You aren’t a huge fan of the taste, but you take it with a smile, figuring that you’d rather be a little buzzed and deal with the taste than have to endure the lights and noise around you sober.

Just like clockwork, Evan starts to get more handsy when he’s a few drinks in, keeping his front pressed against your back as he holds you close to him. His arms are firmly wrapped around your waist, and his chin is resting on your shoulder as he sways you back and forth with the music.

“Have I told you how good you look in my jersey?” he says in your ear, practically having to yell in order for you to hear him over the music. You laugh softly, rolling your eyes. You’ve had a few drinks, but you’re nowhere near drunk, not as drunk as him, and his clinginess makes your face heat up.

“Yeah, a couple times.” you respond in a teasing tone, turning in his grip to angle your face towards his. He grins, then leans down and gives you a sloppy kiss on your neck, mumbling a “good” as he does. You tilt your head to the side as he kisses you, grinning as you shake your head.

You continue to dance with him until it’s almost midnight, and you only stop when the party around you starts to feel even more chaotic, if at all possible. You turn in Evan’s grip, wrapping your arms around his neck once you’re face to face with him.

“Hi, baby.” he says over the music, and you giggle softly.

“Hi, my love. It’s almost midnight.” you reply, tilting your head to the side as he continues to sway you both back and forth.

“Yeah? What’s that thing people usually do at midnight, again?” he asks in a slightly teasing tone, then gives you a wink. You roll your eyes, shaking your head.

“I’m not sure, why?” you tease back, laughing more when he scoffs.

“I’m gonna kiss you so hard.” he says with a cocky tone, smirking. You rest your forehead on his chest as you laugh, closing your eyes. He’s such a dork when he gets like this, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Whatever you say, baby.” you tell him once you look up at him again, a smile spreading across your face. He’s about to reply when everyone begins to countdown, and he grins, moving one hand up to your jaw, tilting your head up further.

“I love you.” he whispers right as the clock strikes midnight, and then he meets your lips in a searing kiss. You smile against his lips, hands gripping the front of his jersey as you rise onto your toes, momentarily forgetting that you’re in a room full of people, not that anyone notices, or cares.

You keep one arm around his torso as you both walk up the walkway to his house, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he leans against you. You fish his keys out of his pocket and unlock the door, which proves difficult as Buck leans against you from behind, hands and lips attached to you, and finally get him to his room. You push him back onto the bed, and he falls back with a low grunt, then smirks as he sits up on his elbows.

“I like where this is going.” he says, licking his lips as he eyes your soft figure. You roll your eyes, then walk over to the edge of the bed, urging him to sit up. You pull his jersey and hoodie over his head in one go, and he raises his arms to help you as you do. You then grab his hands and pull him to stand in front of you, telling him to take off his pants so he can change into sweats to go to bed.

“What are you doing to me? I am not that kind of girl.” he tells you sternly, but his hands move to make quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans. You giggle, watching him pull his pants down and then lay down to let you pull them off of him completely.

“No? Not even for me?” you ask in a sweet voice, a smirk on your face. He shrugs, pursing his lips as he studies your face, then after a moment, a smile erupts on his face.

“Alright. Maybe for you.” he murmurs. You hum softly, then grab a pair of his sweatpants from his closet and toss them at him. He puts them on haphazardly, then stands up and reaches for the hem of the jersey across your chest. “Your turn.” he mumbles as he begins to pull your jersey and your long sleeve shirt up and over your head.

Once your shirts are off, his hands move to your jeans, tugging them down. He watches as you step out of them, and then he grabs your jersey off the bed and puts it back on over your head, humming softly as it falls down your body.

“Perfect.” he murmurs, then cups your cheeks with his hands and kisses you sloppily. You kiss him back, hands resting on his chest as you part your lips, and he eagerily pushes his tongue into your mouth. Once his hands start to wander, grabbing your ass and pushing you against him, you break the kiss, looking up at his puffy lips and blown pupils.

You push him away, muttering a soft “lets go to bed.” He exhales a loud sigh, but obliges, laying down on his back on the bed, and holding his hand out for you to take. You grab it and let him pull you down onto him, resting your cheek against his chest. Once you’re comfortably laying on him, and your leg is thrown over his legs, he sighs in contentment.

“I think I’m gonna keep you forever.” he drawls, his eyelids beginning to grow heavy as he feels his body sinking into the bed and his sheets enveloping him in warmth. You smile, humming softly.

“You better.” you whisper, and he squeezes your thigh softly in response. You can hear his breathing becoming more steady, and you can tell he’s almost asleep, but you speak once more before he falls asleep.

“I love you.” you whisper.

“You know I love you, princess.” he mumbles before sleep finally overcomes him.

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Fulcanelli: The Lost Zatara Relative, Could He Be Zachary's Father?

So when I was going through Zatanna's team ups with the many Dr Fate's of the DCU, I stumbled upon a character who probably ought to be a bigger deal than he currently is.

The character debuted in Fate #10 when Zatanna teamed up with the Jared Stevens incarnation of Dr Fate or Fate as he called himself.

The issue was written by Steve Grant and Len Kaminski* with art by Anthony Willams and it takes place sometime after the death of Zatara.

*Kaminski recently had an accident that left him wheelchair with his care completely draining his finances. Consider donating to his GoFundMe and following his FB page for updates.

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The story begins with Jared on the run after being framed for a plane explosion and finds himself hiding out at one of Zatanna's shows.

Zatanna is trying to get back her groove after being away from the stage show life for a while. Given the number of issues from that time that picks up shortly after Zatara's death, I should probably compile them all into one post.

As is often the case, Zatanna's show is interrupted by the arrival of cult who attempt to kill her and her fans.

She runs into Jared Stevens which also leads to a fight between her and one of the cult members named Strega:

You might have seen some of these scans posted elsewhere. As Zatanna mentions in the comic itself, she may be out of practice but she was never out of the game:

Zee recognizes the cult members and teleports herself and Fate to someone whom she claims is knowledgeable about them:

Though she introduces Fulcanelli as a friend of her father's here, we will soon learn there is more to it than that. But first:

The cult leaders hold Zatanna's fans hostage until she and her allies intervene and the fight leads to this:

Culminating in:

Yes, she calls him uncle while he calls her niece. So he wasn't just a friend of her father's. He was family.

(Pretty cool of her to give her fans a do-over show)

Sadly, Fulcanelli is never seen again. But Strega shows up just fine as part of the Conclave in Book of Fate #6, the other ongoing that Jared led. So hey, I guess that means that they are both no longer statues ? If you don't know, the Conclave is a group of both good and bad magical beings that interestingly enough, Zatanna was in charge of. I really need to read all of Jared Stevens appearances and the Underworld Unleashed cross over to get the full picture on this.

But lets get back to Evan Fulcanelli, named after the French alchemist Fulcanelli , whom we are introduced to as Zatara's friend but later revealed to be her uncle.

Her uncle who isn't flamboyant showman like his brother, someone who dabbled in alchemy instead of backwards magic and who knew the secrets of transmutation that made him the target of a cult thus forced to keep his existence a secret. Someone who didn't like magic and viewed it as the road to ones end.

Now, what if he was Zachary's father?

It would explain so many things. The biggest being why Zachary can't affect organic beings; his power is rooted in alchemy and why he never mentions his parents (because his father had to stay in hiding or is still a gold statue). It also opens up potential sources of conflict with Zachary wanting to follow in his uncle and cousin's footsteps but Fulcanelli not wanting him to go down that path.

I'm sure Len Kraminski and other writers didn't intend for Zachary's father to be Fulcanelli; Fate #10 came out in 1996, Kingdom Come came out in 1996 and Zachary Zatara wouldn't debut until 2006. Yet somehow it all fits. If there ever was a canonical character who just works as Zachary's father, Fulcanelli is the best bet.

Its sad that this is yet another Zatanna loose end but hopefully more people are aware of this character now. No, I'm not expecting DC to read a Tumblr blog and make additions to their canon but I figured this would be of interest to those of you who like writing fanfics and head canons.

As far as team ups go, this issue was a solid one. Zatanna wasn't treated as a damsel, the writer wasn't quick to take her out so the main hero can shine, in fact he does the opposite and gives her her own villain to fight, plus Zatanna and Jared work well together as a team.

As for Jared, he is one of those characters whom you find yourself reflexively rejecting because on the surface he is so emblematic of the 90's excess but so far, from what I have read of his two ongoings, they're both surprisingly descent.

And the writer even avoided the urge to have Zee pine for Jared. They end up sharing a meal, not a date:

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so i joined a rp server as dustin kropp

i quickly realize the endgame ships are pretty much already decided.

so like a Sneaky Bitch i basically force myself into evan hansens life in an attempt to get something, like... anything

and dustin and evan become Good Friends and dustins a gay mess

jared hates him

then they hang out in the park and dustin asks him to prom

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Laying on the couch in Sebastian's trailer, Maddie smiles as she watches the video Jared’s just sent her of Tom taking his first steps.

She loves Jared's son. To him she’s Aunty Mads. It’s a role she takes very seriously.

The video ends and she presses the replay button just as there's a knock at the door.

"Hey, can I come in?" Chris asks, popping his head in the door

"Yeah, course" she says, sitting up and putting her phone on the table.

"Who's that?" he asks, seeing the video still playing.

"Tom, Jared's son. Just took his first steps" she says, getting her phone and showing him before noticing something’s off with his body language. It’s almost like he's anxious… nervous.

"Chris, you ok?" she asks, putting her phone in her pocket.

"What... oh yeah, just tired. Ummm actually I was wondering if you were doing anything tomorrow night" he says, scratching the back of his head before shoving his hands in his pockets.

"No. I fly out to Vancouver at sparrows fart on Friday so I don't really have any plans"

"Sparrows fart?"

"Sorry… stupid early"

"Oh, OK"

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, ummm, I was thinking... well hoping that maybe you could come over for dinner or something. Or not, you don't have to, I just thought..." he says quickly, almost tripping over his own words as they leave his mouth.

"I'd love to" she says cutting of his rambling before silently cursing herself. She didn't even think when she answered him.

Why did she say yes, why? She sees his face brighten a little at her answer. Maybe Sebastian was right... maybe.

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"Cool. Umm, like 7:30??"

"Sounds good"

"EVANS" Sebastian yells from outside, making Chris' eyes grow wide, he's obviously done something. There’s currently a prank war happening on set. Its nothing compared to the pranks that happen on the Supernatural set but they get the job done.

"Shit... I gotta go" Chris says before he bolts from the trailer

"What did you do?" she calls after him, standing in the doorway

"Can't tell you" he yells back, disappearing around the corner as Sebastian chases after him.

Maddie laughs at the sight. Chris must have gotten Sebastian good. She's sure she'll hear about it.

She goes back into Sebastian's trailer and as soon as the door closes she lets out a small squeal of excitement.

Why is she so exited that Chris just asked her on a date. Did he though? Is it really a date? She’s going to treat it like a date. Oh god, she hopes it’s a date.

But why, why? Why is she so excited and hopeful about something that she doesn't want to think about for a long time?

She’s so confused...

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Evan felt rather awkward after his first date with Jared. He couldn’t exactly explain it. The feeling wasn’t anxiety, rather the nervousness of not knowing what to do next. They were standing at the bottom of his driveway, and Jared was holding his hand, and they were both smiling, and as he started up the driveway, Jared caught his hand again.

“Don’t I get a kiss goodbye?”

“I mean- I-”

“You don’t have-”

“No I want to I just-” Evan chuckled nervously. “Yes.”

And Jared stood on his tiptoes, pressing a small, tentative kiss to Evan’s lips.

Evan flushed bright red, but grinned. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, finally letting go of Jared’s hand.

“Of course.” 

Jared was grinning too.

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Just The Way You Are

A/N: Alright, this fic is important for two reasons. One of which being today is the day that I started this blog last year. It is my year long anniversary. In that time I have written 23 fics (excluding this one) and have made many amazing friends. Speaking of friends, that brings up the second reason this fic is so important. The reason I even decided to write this fic. @blushy-gigglee-mess and @giggly-boi are two of my favorite people to talk to. Along with how great of friends they are, they are some of the most adorable, and some of the greatest lees I have ever seen. Only problem is they don’t believe that. I wrote this in hopes that it’ll remind them that no matter what their reaction is, they are still great, adorable lees.

Everything started out innocently enough, Evan, Jared, and Connor were all on the couch cuddling and watching a movie. After a few minutes, however, Evan felt a light fluttering on his right side, causing him to let out a small huff and shift away from the feeling. As soon as he did that, he felt pinching on his left side. He gasped, a smile now on his face, and shifted once again. This little game of shifting left and right continued on for a couple of minutes, with no objections from Evan, before Jared finally just pulled Evan into his lap. Evan squirmed a bit in anticipation. Connor scooted closer to Jared, then grabbed Evan’s legs and draped them across his lap.

“You ready?” Jared asked playfully. Evan’s bright red blush was answer enough for them. Connor began gently gliding his finger across Evan’s soles, making a small smile appear on his face. 

“M-my feet aren’t that ticklish,” Evan stuttered out, a bit of a sad note to his voice. Both Connor and Jared paused and looked at him with worry. They sat Evan up and started rubbing his back.

“Evan, are you okay?” Connor asked, his eyes full of concern. Evan nodded, and answered with a meek voice.

“Y-yeah, i-it’s nothing. Y-you guys don’t have to k-keep going if you don’t want to,” he responded, his voice breaking throughout the sentence. Jared and Connor shared a look then engulfed Evan in a tight hug. This isn’t the first time this has happened. Evan… didn’t give huge reactions when he was tickled. He might let out a giggle or two, and squirm a bit, but he never really bucked and laughed super hard. He wasn’t the most ticklish person on the planet, sure, but that didn’t stop Connor and Jared from completely wrecking his shit almost every day. In their opinion Evan was the best lee they could ever ask for. And not just because he got super flustered at even the slightest bit of teasing. Not just because his face went bright red every time the word was said. Not just because sometimes he wants tickles so bad that’s he’s a huge brat to everyone to try and entice them into teasing him. He’s the best lee anyone could ever ask for because even before you’d start tickling him he’d get the widest smile on his face. He squirms simply from the anticipation of knowing that he’s going to get tickled. And really you can visibly see his mood increase as soon as you get the devious smirk on your face. Once you start actually tickling him? His eyes light up with a child-like joy. So that’s exactly what they tell him. Evan’s face lights up a bright red and he sputters a bit.

“B-b-but I-I don’t r-react, and I-I’m n-not th-that ti-ticklish…” Evan tried to reason, the hint of sadness still present in his voice, despite how flustered he was. 

“Evan, you’re perfect, just the way you are,” Jared reassured, squeezing Evan tighter.

“And you do react, you realize that, don’t you? All you’re litter squirms, blushes, and the looks you get in your eyes are reactions,” Connor added, following Jared’s motions.

“Evan, you are such an amazing person, and an even better lee,” Jared comforted, leaning against Evan’s shoulder.

“But how can you be a good lee if you’re barely ticklish?” Evan argued, hiding his face in the crook of Jared's neck, but leaning his body weight against Connor. 

“Evan, you’re plenty ticklish, I mean look at this,” Connor promised, squeezing Evan’s hips. Evan let out small giggles and shifted his hips around.

“Yeah! Look at how ticklish you are bubby,” Jared agreed, adding scribbles across Evan’s stomach making him let out a string of high pitched giggles and try to bring his legs up. 

“Buhuhuhut Ihihi dohohohon’t rehehehact…” Evan tried to reason with them while he was writhing around. Connor and Jared just looked at him with confusion.

“What do you mean you don’t react?” Jared asked with a teasing tone, “You’re literally squirming and giggling right now.” Evan opened his mouth to retort, but once he felt squeezes on his thighs, he quickly clamped his mouth shut again. 

“Aw, what’s wrong? Can baby not take the tickles?” Connor playfully teased in a baby voice. Evan’s quickly hid his scarlet face in his arm.

“Ihihihihihim nohohot ahahaha bahahahaby,” he pouted through his laughter.

“No, he didn’t say you were a baby, he said you were baby,” Jared attempted to explain, shaking his hand into Evan’s stomach. All he was met with was a shift away from his hand and a confused face from Evan.

“What he’s trying, and failing, to explain is that you’re not a baby, but you’re our baby,” Connor helped, going back to squeezing Evan’s hips. Evan’s face became so red it honestly looked like he might explode. Connor and Jared slowed their hands to a stop so they could coo over Evan.

“Aw, Con, look at how red he is, isn’t it adorable?” Jared said, chuckling when Evan curled into a ball again.

“I know,” Connor joined in, “He’s blushing so hard it’s reached his ears.” Evan let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a dying cat.

“Noooooooyouguysarebeingillegal,” he murmured out, trying to hide his face in his knees. They simply ignored him and continued the teasing.

“I love how he thinks that hiding his face in his knees will keep us from seeing that adorable blush,” Jared continued on, smiling fondly when Evan squirmed and whines, refusing to uncurl from his ball.

“Exactly, even if we can’t his beautiful blushing face,” Connor complimented, which only made Evan blush more, “We can always see the blush that creeps onto his neck and ears.”

“You’re both being mean,” Evan whined, covering his neck, while keeping his face buried in his neck. Jared pulled him into a tight hug, chuckling at Evan’s remark.

“Aw, Evan, it’s not mean if you love it,” Jared teased in a sing-song voice. Evan let out a small, ‘hmph’ at the tease and turned and buried himself in Connor’s chest. Connor smiled lovingly and pet Evan’s hair, sometimes reaching the nape of his neck, which made him scrunch up and gasp. 

“You know what else I love?” Connor asked Jared pointedly, still not stopping the actions on Evan. Jared smirked at Connor, and received a similar smirk back. 

“What’s that?” Jared asked, giving Evan’s side a small poke. Evan let out a small squeak and batted at Jared’s hands. 

“How if you even begin to talk about tickling him he’s already squirming, and you don’t even have to touch him.” Evan whined and tried to keep himself from squirming around as he moved away from Connor and into Jared. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” Jared replied with a warm smile, rubbing Evan’s back, “I’ve always loved that. It’s so cute when you start talking about walking your fingers up and down his ribs he turns into a squirmy little ball.” Right on cue, Evan began squirming around and wrapping his arms around his ribs. Both Connor and Jared laughed at the adorable sight in front of them. Evan let out another, ‘hmph’ before turning and settling himself into Connor once again. Both of their hearts melted at the sight of this and they couldn’t help but pull him into another tight hug. Once they got over the adorableness of Evan, they picked up right where they left off.  

“Yeah, as great as the ribs thing is, it’s amazing when you talk about skittering your fingers all over his stomach,” Connor teased with a smirk, a smile overtaking his face once Evan let out a small whine and squirmed his way back over to Jared. 

“Oh yeah, his stomach is adorable, but the best one is when you start talking about squeezing his hips.” Evan let out a big whine as he squirmed all over the place, pulling his knees to his chest. 

“Shut up,” Evan whined for what had to be the billionth time.

“Make us,” Connor retorted, smiling when Evan stopped squirming enough to bury his face into Connor’s neck. 

“Connor that was mean, you know that Evan is far too flustered to make us,” Jared quipped, placing a loving hand on Evan’s back. Evan blushed again and buried his face deeper into Connor’s neck. “Do you want us to stop teasing?” Evan nodded, refusing to remove his face from Connor’s neck.

“Well do you want more tickles then?” Connor asked, grabbing Evan’s hand and squeezing it gently. Evan began sputtering as his face went bright red. Jared cooed over Evan, petting his hair once again. As soon as Evan regained his composure enough he nodded towards Connor. Connor smiled at him with adoration and gently laid him down across his and Jared’s laps. Evan was already smiling and squirming from anticipation. Connor gently pinned Evan’s arms over his head and Jared draped a leg over Evan’s legs. Evan squirmed a bit and began giggling despite the fact that no one was touching him yet. Jared started first, he hovered his hands over Evan’s stomach, wiggling his fingers teasingly. Evan yelped and squirmed away, causing a roar of laughter from the other two. Connor joined in, copying Jared’s actions on Evan’s ribs. Evan was a hiccupy, squirmy mess in just a couple of seconds. 

“Just do it!” Evan called out through his giggles. Jared and Connor smirked at him.

“Do what?" Jared teased with a sickenly sweet tone. Evan blushed and shook his head. 

“Yeah, what are you talking about?” Connor asked, his tone matching Jared’s perfectly. Evan whined and scrunched his eyes shut. That was his big mistake. The second his eyes shut Jared started squeezing at Evan’s hips, making him buck around and try to move towards Connor. And Connor vibrated his hands into Evan’s stomach which made him arch his back and let out a string of high pitched giggles. They both smiled lovingly at Evan’s reaction. He may not have the biggest reactions, but he definitely has some of the cutest. Jared smirked and pushed Evan’s shirt up a bit, still pinching his hips with his other hand. Evan’s squirming immediately intensified.

“Nohohohohoho Jahahahahred dohohohohohon’t,” Evan warned, trying to sound intimidating, though the giggles prevented him from doing that. Jared simply ignored Evan’s threats and leaned down to blow a raspberry into Evan’s stomach. Evan squealed and tried to squirm away. Connor grinned widely and quickly began cooing at the sight in front of him.

“Aww Evan, you look so freaking cute. Your face is bright red, and you’re squirming all over the place, oh and the laughter is so adorable.” Evan shook his head, giggling too hard to even begin thinking about saying words. After a little while Jared stopped with the raspberries, but as soon as he did he went right back to pinching at his hips and Connor followed suit, going back to tickling Evan’s stomach. Evan giggled happily, a wide, child-like smile stuck on his face. Once Evan’s struggling went down Jared and Connor unpinned him and Evan quickly curled into a ball, but made no other move to stop them. They both gave him an adoring smile, lightening up on their teasing causing giggles to fade away.

“You need a break?” Jared asked, stilling his fingers all together. Evan nodded, the beginning of tears formed in his eyes. Connor pulled back as well and helped Evan sit up. Evan panted a little bit, the smile still overtaking his face. Connor smiled and wrapped an arm around Evan while Jared got up to get him some water. 

“W-will you guys give me more later?” Evan asked, blushing as soon as he did. Both Jared’s and Connor’s hearts melted.

“Aw Evan, of course we will,” Jared reassured, handing him a glass of water. “As soon as you’re ready.” Evan nodded and quickly drank the water down. Jared and Connor sat and held Evan’s hands, waiting for his breath to get back to normal. Once Evan got everything back to normal he nodded again.

“O-okay I’m ready.” 

“Do you want to be pinned?” Connor asked him gently. Evan shrugged but then shook his head. They nodded and Evan laid back down. They started off slow, lightly tracing over his sides and neck. Evan let out a small yelp and began squirming a bit, a smile already coming back to his face. They slowly picked up speed, moving the traces to his ribs and and underarms. Evan tried to turn himself over to block the tickles but Connor and Jared prevented him from doing that. Evan gave an occasional squeal or squeak when they hit a particularly sensitive spot, but otherwise he made no noise. Jared and Connor thought it was the cutest thing they had ever seen. Because along with him not giggling came him scrunching his nose up adorably, his mouth open like he’s laughing, which means he has the same happy look on his face, his eyes scrunching shut tightly to try to distract himself from the feeling attack his nerves, but the best part of it was how evident it was that he was having a great time. The most defense he would provide to himself was the weak attempt at trying to flip over, and curling himself into a ball that did absolutely nothing to protect him. Otherwise, he never tried to shove either of them away, tried to block his tickle spots, or any other method of blocking the tickles. They looked at him with adoration for what had to be the millionth time that day and continued on. After a little more of the light traces Jared and Connor moved to gently pinching at his knees, thighs, and ribs. Evan’s squirming increased a little bit, and he began letting out light, airy giggles. Jared gave Evan the same look you give a small puppy when he let out a loud squeal when Jared squeezed the dead center of his thighs.

“Connor!” Jared said happily, “Did you hear that!?” Connor looked at him the same way he was looking at Evan.

“No, I don’t think I did, maybe you should do it again,” Connor replied with a smirk. 

“Nonononononononono you really shouldn’t!” Evan said panicked, though the smile on his face gave way to his real emotions. Jared squeezed the spot that he had before causing the same reaction. Connor immediately began cooing over Evan.

“That was so cute! Oh my goodness that was adorable!” Evan’s face was so red he looked like he had a two hundred degree fever. Jared looked between the two of them with immense happiness. He sat and wondered how he could be so lucky to be with the two most adorable people on the planet. Once Evan recovered from the blush and Connor recovered from the adorableness they resumed their tickling, this time on his hips and stomach. Evan quickly resumed emitting the string of high pitched giggles. Connor switched from vibrating his hand into Evan’s stomach to send rapid pokes all over his stomach. Evan flinched away after every poke. They smiled happily at their little lee and continued until Evan called for another break. They helped him sit up again and quickly engulfed him in a hug. 

“You have fun?” Connor asked petting his hair, smiling when Evan leaned his head on Connor’s head. Evan let out a big yawn before nodding. They both smiled at him and grabbed his hands again.

“You sleepy baby?” Jared asked, using his other hand to rub his back. Evan nodded and yawned again, nuzzling himself into Connor even more.

“Here, lay down,” Connor said gently. Evan did as he was told, with his head in Connor’s lap, and his legs in Jared’s. As soon as he laid down Connor began gently rubbing his back and Jared grabbed one of his hands lovingly, and used his other hands to trace lightly over Evan’s sides making him smile sleepily. Within minutes Evan was asleep peacefully, the smile still on his face. The two of them looked at him happily and stopped tracing his sides and rubbing his back. Then they looked at each other happily, like proud parents, linked their hands and Jared leaned his head on Connor’s shoulder. Within another few minutes the two of them were asleep too, smiles matching Evan’s on each of their faces.

A/N part two: Okay, so I know this isn’t the most well written thing, but I had to write this. One day I will get better at writing. As for now, however, Dan, Nova, I hope that this at least helped to remind you how amazing and perfect you both are.

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“no don’t cry! we didn’t mean it!” connor said, flexing his big bad boy muscles. “big chungus lol” jared said again, cronching a bathbomb because that’s somehow still a gag in some fics for some reason “th-th-th-thanks guys......” evan stuttered, even though his actual stutter is nothing like that but it’s easier to write so like whatever “of course” connor said. “come on, hansen. let’s go to a la mode. you too, kleinman.” “hell yeah! [meme reference]” jared said. (5/?)

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Part Three.

I’ve been alone in the room for what feels like hours now. Doctors and nurses keep coming and going, pricking me with needles and giving me medicine to take, taking my vitals, and asking me how I feel. Rate my mental state on a scale of 1 to 10. I feel fine, I just want to get the fuck out of here. They could’ve at least put me in a room with a TV or given me a magazine or a book or something, literally anything. I’m so bored. If I didn’t lose my mind already, I definitely will if I have to spend another minute in this room. The only thing keeping me company is the beeping of the heart monitor, and the hissing of the air unit. I’ve counted all the cracks in the ceiling, and I’ve recited every song I know. I started playing a game where I see how high I can count before another person walks into the room. I got up to 6000. We need to pick up the pace here. I get they’re worried that there could still be something wrong with me, but if I was asleep for the unspecified amount of time everyone keeps referring to as a “long time,” I think if something was going to happen, it would have. I just took a really long nap, its fine, let me go home.

Everyone that walks in keeps saying that they’re happy to see me awake, that I was so missed. “Don’t worry everything is going to be so much better” Some tech told me. Sure, it is; everything sucked before, and there’s no reason that it would stop sucking. Hey, at least now I have a fake friend and a sister that refuses to see me. I can’t forget that I have an apple orchard? Someone really needs to tell me what’s going on.

On top of that, everyone keeps telling me  that it’s a miracle I’m not brain dead. Obviously, the higher powers that be think there is still some entertainment value left in me. Maybe this will be the single event that puts me on the path to becoming the person that ends world hunger. More likely, I’m going to just spend the rest of my life drawing pictures that no one appreciates, struggling to make ends meet. Oh, what a life to live; and it’s going to be mine, unless I get into a BFA program with connections to Disney or something, then it might actually be a life worth living.

Look at me: I can walk, I can talk, and I still remember everything that happened leading up to going to the park. It’s a miracle I remember what a fuck-up I am.

There’s a knock on the door, I look up expecting another person wanting to draw my blood, but it’s just Cynthia. She holds up a fast food bag, “I bet you’re hungry.” She unpacks the bag on the tray table, burgers and fries. We never get to eat crap like this. I think since the time I was 5 years old she was always doing some weird gluten free, keto diet. I must have really scared her to get a treat like this. I wasn’t hungry, but I didn’t want to hurt Mom’s feelings, nor did I want to pass up on this rare opportunity to eat junk food, so I picked at it.

She watches me eat, “I really love you Connor, you’re my baby boy.” She’s crying again. I’ve never seen her so upset before. My whole life, she was always nagging me about something: smoking weed, growing out my hair, missing school. In fact, the last time I was in the hospital, for hurting myself, she told me that she was disappointed in me. “I expect better from you Connor,” she had said. That really stung. I was hurting, I still am hurting, and even my own mom wasn’t there to support me. What’s different about this time? I got too close to actually dying? Did they finally realized that I wasn’t faking my struggles, and now they feel guilty for not helping me?

My whole life they have pushed me too be something that I’m not, which actually caused them to push me away. They keep pushing me and pushing me, but still expect me to be able to stand. They load they weight of their expectations and disappointments on me, but I can only hold so much weight on my shoulders before it starts to crush me. I’m trying the best I can here, but I’m buried under the rubble that is the mess that I am. I tried so hard, I tried faking it so everyone could accept me, but its so exhausting. I just want people to love me for who I am, the mess and all, and not want to change me. I’m sending out a S.O.S. and its too bright outside to see my flare.

“Mom,” I say, “how long was I in a coma?”

“A long-time” she says.

“Can you please catch me up? I jus-” Mom waves her arm signaling me to stop. I really want to know what happened while I was asleep. No one seems to want to talk about it. I’m left to wonder what happened to the world while I was in this bed. Oh, I hope aliens invaded.

Mom sighs like she’s tired of being here, “The doctors said to wait to reintroduce media to you, but you must be so bored, so I brought you this.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out my phone. Oh, thank God. I basically rip it out of her hands and push the home button. The screen lights up to reveal hundreds of notifications. What the hell, I don’t have friends, literally. I don’t have a single person in my life I could even call a friend. People must really pity me. You disappear from the world, and suddenly everyone realizes how special you are. Everyone wants to be friends with the kid that almost died, their conscience won’t let them sleep at night otherwise.

I look at the date, October 15th. You mean to tell me I’ve been asleep for almost two months? It’s been two months since the first day of school. I missed two months of my life? Two months of school. Two months of gossip. Two months in this hospital bed. No wonders why everyone is freaked out, someone in a coma for that long, there has to be something wrong with them. “I’ve got to get going,” Mom says standing up. She kisses my forehead before she leaves.

I scroll through the notifications, they’re all texts from unknown numbers saying shit like “We miss you Connor, get well soon” Okay, talk about some bullshit. No one cared about me before, so why do I have to almost die for people to notice me. I mean no one deserves to be forgotten, or to disappear, but it would’ve been nice if they all noticed me before. I log on to Facebook. I hate that website, but I have a feeling it would be the most reliable place to find out what happened. Surly, Cynthia posted some Please keep my family in your prayers, our son is a freak bullshit. Sure enough, my feed is filled with pictures of me, people sharing stories about me, Connor was my best friend in the fourth grade, and he used to ride my bus. Everyone talking about how they know me, how much I mean to them. Its funny how death can bring out the shallowness in everyone. Also, why is everyone making my almost death so personal? My life had no bearing on yours before, and it doesn’t now. You don’t care about me. If I really meant anything to you, I would’ve known, I would’ve been an actual part of your life.

I click on my profile, and I’m tagged in something called The Connor Project. I click it, a video of Evan Hansen and Alana Beck plays, “The Connor Project is student group dedicated to keeping Connor’s memory alive, to show that everyone matters, everyone is important.” Okay, but, I don’t know why I need a whole group to keep my memory alive, I’m still alive. The site is filled with videos of Evan talking about how important I am to him. There’s a video of him telling the story about how he broke his arm , but it’s completely false. Maybe he fell out of a tree, but I wasn’t there. We never went to a yellow field or climbed any tall trees. I definitely didn’t drive him to the hospital either.

There’s old pictures of me everywhere on the page.  You can tell they’re old because my hair is so short in them, my ears sticking out. I wonder where they got them from. I’ve never been a big poster, I think there’s maybe two posts on my Instagram. Maybe Zoe or Mom gave them the pictures. I’m not mad, they’re all really good pictures of me. I look happy in most of them, like genuinely happy.

I don’t even remember ever being that happy.

There’s so many copies of emails me and Evan sent each other. Oh, that’s funny, because I’ve literally never talked to this kid, let alone sent him an email. And people are eating it up, thank you for sharing such an intimate conversation. Hey, I hate to break it to you: this isn’t real. This doesn’t sound like the Connor I knew. Guess what! The emails don’t sound like me because I didn’t write them. None of these emails I supposedly sent could vaguely belong to me. It’s like writing an essay about a book you never read. Also, who even emails anymore? Did we hit a time warp back to the 1990’s? It’s like I was asleep for so long that time actually started moving backwards. Why are they all about trees? You can tell by how pale I am that I don’t go outside. I keep scrolling. It’s just endless content of bullshit. Evan did say he wrote fake emails, and Jared was in on it, but how many other people were in on it? This is really elaborate. The page has 16,239 followers. Evan Hansen is being crowned as an amazing kid who shared a great tribute for his best friend.

This is a really cruel. It has to be an elaborate joke, right? But, what did I ever do to Evan that he would do something like this? First he writes a creepy letter about my sister, and now he’s infiltrated himself into my life as my best friend, as my hero. What is his obsession with me?

I’ve always been a loser just waiting to be seen, and finally everyone sees me. But they don’t see me.

They see the me Evan created.

[sincerely-kleinman]

Jared didn't know Evan had braces for the longest time, because Evan never smiled, never spoke up, he only ever mumbled things. Jared figured it out when he saw Evan at lunch not eating, instead putting his hands to his upper jaw and Jared just slides down next to him and is like "just had your braces tightened huh?" and Evan nods miserably then Jared looks around before handing Evan a bottle of ibuprofen. "Maybe this will help dude, okay see you around" and then Evan is like "friend... :0"

Boys and Braces

Meet-cute Au where Evan and Jared meet for the first time in their freshman year of high school.Made a few changes, but this ask had me smiling ear to ear, so cute!

Read under the cut!

Lunch was, by far, the worst time of the day for Evan Hansen. He hated standing in line, tray in hand as he tried to make himself take up as little space as possible. He hated talking to the lunch ladies, usually too nervous to correct them if they mishear his order and give him pizza instead of pasta on any particular day. Even worse, his turn at the register always left him feeling short of breath and panicky. He hated the way he’d stumble over his words as he tried to remember his student ID number, and hated how the register lady seemed to always announce as loud as possible that his lunch was free since he was from a low income household.

Worse than all of this, though, was finding somewhere to sit. Every day, he found himself missing the assigned lunch seats they’d had in elementary school. In middle school, he had to wander the room awkwardly searching for an empty table. He thought that maybe now, in his freshman year of high school, things would be different.

They weren’t.

This was going to be a bad day.

As he wandered from table to table, he tried desperately to ignore the pain in his gums. He’d had his braces tightened the day before, and it was another small inconvenience to add to the long list of woes making his day more and more unbearable. After about 5 whole minutes of searching, Evan decided to settle for a mostly open table by the window. The fall air was starting to get colder as the seasons changed, so fewer students preferred the window seats. He sat down on an uncomfortable plastic seat at a rounded table, one other boy sitting at the opposite end. Evan wasn’t sure if he should greet the other boy or not. Was it rude to just sit here without saying anything? Shit, he should’ve asked if he minded or not, this was so rude.

“Hey.” The other’s slightly nasally voice broke Evan out of his thoughts. With tense shoulders, Evan tried to settle down, eyes glued to his lunch.“Uh, hey?” God, why did he say it like that? Why did he feel the need to phrase everything like a question when he was nervous? Why was he still doing it, literally right now? Fuck?

“Don’t shit yourself, I really don’t feel like finding another table.” The other boy snorted, adjusting his glasses as he focused back on his own lunch.Evan calmed down a bit as the other kid seemed to ignore him. He stared down at his pizza hesitantly, fingers twitching as the urge to rub his pained jaw became harder to ignore. He wasn’t even sure if he should be eating pizza or not.

“Just got your braces tightened, huh?” Evan’s head snapped up, only now getting a good look at the other boy. He had warm brown hair and a large nose, his lips in a seemingly permanent lopsided grin, a gap between his front teeth, and braces gleaming in the low watt cafeteria lighting.

His smile was dazzling, even with the braces.

Could Evan’s smile ever look like that?

He’d gotten into the habit of talking very little, always anxious about being made fun of for the strips of metal guiding his crooked teeth. He gave a quick nod, averting his gaze back to his lunch before the other could think he was staring too much.

“Here, this might help.” Evan saw movement out of the corner of his eye. The other boy was pushing a small tube towards him. Evan stared, his racing thoughts interrupted by an amused laugh. “I know, I don’t even know your name and I’m already offering you oral.”

Evan sputtered, face flushing a deep red. “Hey it’s Orajel, not Oral-jel. Th-that joke doesn’t even work!”

“So you can say more than two words at a time.” The boy laughed, gesturing back to the tube. “Seriously though, use it. It’ll help. I’m Jared, by the way.”

For the first time in a long time, Evan found himself smiling with no inhibitions, sky blue braces welcoming the light of day. “Thanks. I’m Evan.”

Evan had a feeling that this was going to be a good day.