#zoe murphy drabble

[nothingunrealistic]

prompt 49

49. “Why do you insist on it?”

Dear Evan Hansen,

At the new facility. They took my phone at intake. So much for “tranquility.” I’m typing on my suitemates’ secret iPhone 6. They let me borrow it if I agreed to suck —

“Really?”

“What?” Jared pouts. It might work better if it wasn’t over FaceTime, on Evan’s secondhand iPhone, propped up against his thirdhand laptop. “I was going to say ‘suck eggs for their grandmas.’”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Whatever.”

Hey, before I go, I wanted to know: did you check with Jared Kalwani — the genius sound tech Jared Kalwani — to see if he can hang out? ‘Cause I have no doubt he’d be a great friend to me too —

“Okay, no, Jared.” Evan hits Ctrl-A and deletes the half-written email. “That doesn’t work.”

“That was a literary masterpiece. How does it not work?”

“Well, the rehab stuff is, it’s too depressing.”

“Yeah. It’s rehab.”

“The Murphys won’t want to read it. And you can’t keep trying to write yourself in. This is, like, the third time.”

“Why do you insist on it being all shiny happy codependency? Your friendship was so special and perfect that he didn’t even want to talk to anyone else?”

“Yes. That’s the story. We were best friends. I was his only friend.” Evan scratches his left arm, no longer broadcasting the best possible proof of that story. “You can’t just change it.”

“Uh-huh.” Jared’s eyes move over him, and Evan can tell he saw the scratching. “You do remember how this story ends, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Evan,” Jared says. “Dude. Connor’s dead. And it’s not because his life was going great. Everyone knows that.”

“So?”

“So people will expect to read the tormented musings of a guy in a downward spiral. Not rainbows and butterflies and tree facts to the very end. Maybe they haven’t thought of it yet, but they’ll get there.”

“That’s awful.”

“That’s the human condition. Rubbernecking and being glad it’s not you.”

“Just because you decided to put the emails online —”

“Because Alana told me to, after you begged me to run the Connor Project website —”

“It’s not that simple, okay? Things are messy and complicated, it’s, recovery is nonlinear —”

“Oh, good, someone’s reading the Mental Health Resources page after all. And here I told our glorious co-founder it was a waste of server space.”

“I just want to help the Murphys,” Evan says. That’s all he’s wanted to do, from the moment Mrs. Murphy first mentioned the orchard. It has to be. “That’s the point of all this. I don’t care what people online think.”

“You mean the people giving you all that money to build an orchard for Connor? You’re sure you don’t care what they think? Only about cheering up your fake family and your very real girlfriend?”

“I told you, we’re not — Zoe and I are just friends.”

“Totally. You’ve got a lot of friends these days.”

“Yeah,” Evan says. “It’s pretty nice. You should try it.”

Jared vanishes from the call, and Evan is left staring at the empty Google Doc on his laptop and his own reflection in his phone screen. Alone.

Until Zoe’s texts come in.

Larry is making dinner tonight

His cooking is actually edible

That sounds great

Not that I don’t like your mom’s cooking, but you know

Yeah, I know

See you soon

(prompts to write drabbles or longer stories)

[banana-bread-connoisseur]

DO NOT INTERACT

Pro shipper

Pedophiles

Sexist

Misogynist

Misandrist

The other normal stuff

INTERACT

Minors are allowed to interact

Feminists

Any1 who doesn't meet the dni stuff

What I'll write

Head canons

Drabbles

Imagines/one shots will only be requested from mutuals no one else please

Character x character on a special occasion

Character x reader

Smut is off the table and I refuse to make it and it will be respected as a boundary

I'M WILLING TO WRITE FOR FANDOMS I AM IN THAT AREN'T ON THIS LIST BUT ON MY ABOUT ME I'M WILLING TO WRITE WHAT'S ON MY ABOUT ME

Who I'll write for

Detective Conan

Conan(platonic)

Shinichi

Rin

Kaito

Aoko

Akako

Yugioh

Seto kaiba

Mai valentine

Yami yugi

Yugi muto

Duke dvelin(?)

Rizzey (Joey wheeler)

Yami bakura

Yami marik

Brawl stars

All underage characters will only be written platonic for

Animals and monsters will not be written for

Every1 over 18 is fine

Die drei Fragezeichen

Bob

Peter

Justus

The good doctor

Shaun murphy

Neil Melendez

Miraculous

Adrien

Felix

Marinette

Luka

Marc

Kim

Max

Chloe

Zoe

Nathaniel

And also their hero forms

The kid at the back

Crowe

Sol

Hyugo

Geo

Brittney

Jess

Deryl

Fnaf

Michael afton

David/Evan/cc Afton (platonic)

William

Elizabeth afton(Platonic)

Fnaf 1 2 4 5 & sb gang

Gregory (platonic)

Cassie(platonic)

Sailor moon

Inner sailor senshi(?)

Outer sailor senshi(?)

Three lights

More will be allowed the more I learn about the fandom

[reprisedpiece]

Empty Auditorium

Pairing: Zoe Murphy x Reader

Warning: nothing really. this is just a plotless fluff that i wanted to write bc :-( i’m lonely

Requested: nope (but someone should have)

Word Count: 1159

Note: THIS IS PURE FLUFF BASED ON THE SONG CECILY SMITH FROM FLY BY NIGHT (if you haven’t heard of this, listen to it right now. listen to will connolly’s version bc i based it from that.) you guys will understand my want for writing this when u listen to it bc it’s cute as shit, pals. one of paragraphs have its first word linked to the song so you can listen to it from there !!! 

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It was hard to find moments like this – to be alone in a sanctuary that thrived in the cheers and joyous screams from the people who stayed in it. The school auditorium was empty with only three lights shining down on the center of the stage where you and Zoe were, legs crossed as you sat across from one another. You were facing the seats and Zoe had her back against this view.

Your fingers were tight around the ukulele’s fretboard, nervously tapping on the wood.

“You sure we can do this here?” You asked the brunette in front of you, voice echoing out to the hallow room.

Zoe gave a meek smile as she reached out to take one of your hands in hers. 

“I’m sure,” She said softly, thumb lightly tracing over your knuckles then your calloused fingertips. “It’s just us here. You wanted to practice, didn’t you?”

You nodded. “I do but what if I forget the lyrics or something?”

“So? That’s why it’s just the two of here right now. I, out of all people, would relate to being afraid of messing up.” She spoke as she comforted you.

You look up from your lap to face Zoe. Her hair was clipped down so you were able to drink in her beauty. She was smiling softly at you, eyes trying to meet yours.

“Anything I can do to make things better? More comfortable?” She asked you as she interlaced your fingers together.

You bit your lower lip. “Sit behind me? At least you wouldn’t have to see me if I do mess up. I mean, only if you want-” 

You were cut off with Zoe standing up from her position before making her way behind you, sitting down as she shifted closer until her chest was pressed against your back. You leaned back into her embrace as she wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Better?” She whispered. You simply nodded before sitting up straight, still is Zoe’s arms. You adjusted your ukulele before you started playing the piece.

Just like that, the auditorium filled with sweet melody.

Zoe watched as your dainty fingertips plucked at the nylon strings. You hugged the brown ukulele close to your chest as you played to the sweet tune of Cecily Smith.

“The war was over, I was living with my folks..” You started to sing and Zoe tilted her head to face you, eyes fluttering close as she listened. A warm smile immediately spread across her face. Zoe’s ears were attuned to the sound of your voice. She felt a tingle in her cheeks as she listened to you sing. She could never get tired of hearing you.

“To see a brunette, who I'd never met but I'd never would forget, how she looked in that dress.” Zoe chuckled quietly as you sang this line, mind wandering to the fond memory of how she met you. 

You did the same, fingers running up and down the fretboard. Your giggled at the thought. You started reminiscing back to when Zoe complimented on how cute your dress was and you almost instantly shot her back with “You’re cute too.” You nearly ran away from her but she placed her hand around your arm before you could. You remember melting at the sight of her just gleaming down at you.

You strummed downwards as Zoe placed a soft kiss on your temple. 

“She laughed and said, ‘Well lucky for you, that you're with Cecily Smith,’“ You felt Zoe tuck a piece of hair, that was hanging in front of your face, behind your ear.

You turned your head a bit to face Zoe, eyes filled with pure adoration. 

“Who cares what you are listening to, it's who you're listening with." You felt a smile creep your face as your mind immediately went to Zoe Murphy, the girl who caught your heart at first glance, the girl who you love right here and right now, the girl who became your first love and who you hoped to be your last.

She blushed under your gaze, running her lips by your ear as you continued to pluck the strings of your ukulele. Zoe ran her hand up your arm as her fingers traced the marks, connecting them with her touch.

“And the hair on my neck was rising. A feeling new and surprising,” You continued to sing as you melted back into Zoe’s touch. 

“But it wasn't the sound that made my heart pound. No, it was because I found her hand is in mine.” You felt Zoe’s other arm tighten around you.

“Remember our first kiss?” She asked quietly while you continued to sing, a smile lingering on your faces at the memory as you nodded, listening to your own voices bounce back into the walls of the empty auditorium. 

It was in Zoe’s room. You sat on a desk, legs swinging as you watched Zoe practice with her guitar. It happened rather quickly. She moved close to the desk, looking for a specific music sheet. She grinned up at you as she listened to you ramble. The sunlight was hitting her hair just enough to highlight her brown locks. Your eyes flickered to her pink lips and you couldn’t help it. You grabbed her face and kissed her. The feeling was indescribable. It wasn’t perfect but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

“And a rental where I still can hear her laugh, when I play the phonograph,” You continued, turning your head back to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“So I let the music guide me,” Zoe couldn’t take her eyes off you. She strayed away from cliches. She never expected to be so smitten for someone like you. She expected someone else. You weren’t exactly a perfect match to Zoe’s dream significant other but boy, what she felt for you was something she knew she could never find again in another person. 

“Feel her head begin to lean as the melody soars,” For most of her life, Zoe wasn’t sure about anything. She wasn’t sure if she would turn out to be the daughter her parents wanted her to be, if she was ever going to make amends with her brother, if all she was doing right now was going to guarantee anything about her future. 

“It’s sad but true, how much I miss you,” You sang, fingers strumming. She watched as you neared the end of the song.

“God, I’m so in love with you.” Zoe whispered softly, her rosy cheeks starting to hurt from grinning at you. 

Behind all her uncertainties, you were the one sure thing that she had. She was sure about you.

You smiled down to your ukulele as you sang the last part, eyes shifting lovingly to Zoe Murphy.

“Life is not the things that we do, it's who we're doing them with.”