#Evan x Connor

[sincerealev]

DEH character reference sheets I made :)

Featuring my personal headcanons!!

(I'll probably draw sheets for the other characters soon, but I wanted to start with Evan, Connor, and Zoe cuz they're my favorites)

[devildarling08]

Nothing like some good ol’ treebros for a first post!!! >:D I absolutely adore these two 💙🖤

[blue-raeofsunshine]

i think reading thre dear evan hansen book is probably the reason i ship treebros (somewhat platonically but still), because it shows how the two of them could have got along, if connor had lived. when evan visits connor’s room, he notes that they read the same books and evan considers that he possibly had more in common with connor than the rest of the school. and something about hearing evan’s internal monologue when he thinks about how he can ultimately relate to connor; there’s a line at the end of page 187:

and that just makes me think of what could have been between them. how they could have helped each other feel less alone. in one of connor’s chapters, he mentions it as well. and i think that’s one of the tragedies of dear evan hansen; that they could have had that kind of relationship, whether it be platonic or romantic. that connor and evan could have had each other and maybe they’d both feel better because of it. but they didn’t and instead we have a ghost and a lonely teenager who makes up a friendship so that he can feel less alone. i like to consider what could have been.

[teaxanime]

“he reminded me that God starts with a capital” – evan hansen on connor murphy, probably

[therealdennisreynolds]

aaaaa okay i don't normally post but i'm getting desperate and i need to ask tumblr

there's this fanfic i read like six years ago now, with evan x connor x jared, on wattpad i'm pretty sure.

i think connor was trans ftm, and it had jeremy and michael from bmc as supporting characters, and it ended with it revealing that the entire thing was in jareds head to cope with the reality of his life (connor committing, jeremy + michael being bullies etc), and it ends with him jumping out a tree

[dearestconnormurphy]

My Jane Austen / Bridgerton DEH inspired AU.

[darkcrowprincess]

treebros thoughts: evan secretly sings in the theater stage at school when no one is around. For just a second everything that drives him crazy goes away for those few minutes. Evan writes songs. Though just words. One day after writing the words to 'Waving through a window' he decides to sing it that day by himself. Unknowingly Connor Murphy chooses that day to smoke some cigarettes up in the balcony seats of the theater. He had a really bad day that day and is considering if today's 'the day'. When who should come out on the deserted stage but Evan Hansen. That kid with a cast and who usually hangs out with Jared that asshole. He vaguely remembers sighing it because no one else had, and he felt guilty for snapping at him. He doesn't know what the dude is doing here. Evan meanwhile is putting his booking down, and steps up to the microphone. And just starts singing the words that he has memorized by heart. This song he wrote feels like it's coming deep from his soul. Everything he's dealing with is in this song. He gets so into the words. Especially with the words " We start with stars in our eyes. We start believing that we belong. But every sun doesn't rise. And no one tells you where you went wrong" and " When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around. Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around. Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around. Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around. Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? Did I even make a sound? Did I even make a sound?It's like I never made a sound! Will I ever make a sound?" It feels like for once Evan is being completely honest. Meanwhile those words are hit Connor too. He relates them too so much. And holy he'll can Evan Hansen can sing too. Who knew the quiet kid who never says much could sing like that. Without knowing why Connor takes out his phone and records Evan. When Evan finally belts out the last lyrics, the theater echos his final words and is than finally silence. Evan his breathing hard but finally smiling. What he did gave him such a rush and he has a big happy smile on his face. For once the weight is gone. Connor is still recording. That smile hots him too. It's so different from Evan usual look from school. 'He looks so happy' Connor thinks. Connor soon feels like this is something he should not be seeing for some strange reason. Quickly he stops the recording. In his quick movements he makes a mistake and drops his phone. It echos in the theater and Evan hears it. The happiness is gone so fast. In a panic Evan just doesn't think. He grabs his backpack and leaves in a anxiety ridden run. The back door slams and Connorbis left home. Connor has a lot on his mind walking hope. He listens to Evans singing over and over again as he walks home. Evans song keeps the dark thoughts away. He decides not to do it today. He listens to Evans song on repeat that night. Sleep surprisingly comes easy that night. But he can stop thinking of Evan Hansen. What they might have in common, and his (honesty theirs no other word for it that Connor can think of) beautiful voice.

@sjwxexem

[datingdonovan]

Yes, I also miss our talks on AO3

realized I hadn't made a post with all the proper tags & such so here it goes. Treebros fic! In their 20s! Six years after their college breakup! 31K words. I just posted part 1 out of 3!!!

“Can I— Jesus, I know how this sounds. I’m so sorry to ask this. Please know I’m so sorry, Connor.” Connor took a deep breath. Then another. Then another, waiting to hear Evan's request. “I mean, nighttime is when I feel the worst. Can we just— can I just stay on the phone? Fuck.” There was the light tap of skin on skin near the receiver, maybe Evan touching his forehead or temple, putting his hand over his eyes. “I promise I won’t be weird or pervy or something. Like, I don’t even need to hear you. I promise I’ll just do my work and study and stuff. I just want to have you on the other end.” Connor blinked several times, his teeth clenched. “Like, I just want to know you’re there, literally immediately, in case I need something. I just—” “Don’t want to be alone. Yeah. I get it.” Connor ran a hand through his hair and collected his soup bowl, starting to run hot water over it. “That’s fine. As long as you’re quiet by the time I go to sleep."

Connor and Evan haven't spoken in six years. Evan needs someone to talk to. Connor needs to get his head on straight.

[idoquitelikebread]

Okay

I really want Fanfictions to have two characters hug when the get together, or cuddle or hold each other or anything but kissing. I mean don’t get me wrong I could read a thousand “and it was like fireworks were going off” or “it was like everything came into focus” but sometimes I want something different.

I mean like, Evan using so much energy to confess to Connor, getting so worked up and anxious that his hands were shaking from the nerves. Him staying up the night before working out playing out over and over how he was going to confess. Then when he finally did him just being so spent he couldn’t really move or work out how to react to Connor accepting it and Connor just knowing that knowing, him being there to hold him, that’s what I want.

Or like idk Eddie being rescued from the upside down and not being able to actually be hugged because it’s just to suffocating, but also not being able to go without physical contact cuz what if this isn’t real what if their not really there. I need Steve staying with him in the hospital and constantly hold his hand or just resting his elbows on Eddie’s legs while reading aloud to him. Then Steve leaving for a second while he thinks Eddie is asleep and then coming back to find Eddie curled in on himself completely still, not moving at all. Steve just resting a hand on his back telling him he’s there and that everything’s okay, then Eddie’s starts shaking sobs start like tearing through him, while he breathes “I thought I left, I thought you were gone, i just can’t without you” just loud enough for Steve to hear. Steve in his most reassuring voice just saying “never, I’ll never leave you I promise” until Eddie can get control of his breathing again.

Like that would be nice

[lucas-asecass]

redraw from one of my first posts on tumblr !! (dunno if anyone remembers this drawing)

it was really fun to draw

and, well, them ✨

[sincerealev]

Treebros stuff I drew before and during winter break and never posted

I didn't draw much over winter break (school started again a week ago), but I've been slowly drawing more and more, and little by little gaining my motivation for art back :)

I've been drawing slightly more since the new year started too, so there's more to come 🕺🏻

[ishameless98]

A while back I came across a fanfic about dear evan hansel that has basically the plot of the movie While you were sleeping and I think it had the same name too. But I lost it and there are a lot of fanfics in the fandom and I can't find it any way. Could some caring soul help me out?

[pearlzier]

the sheer lack of art donaldson fics ( mike faist + characters fics in generall ) is malicious what is this.

[teaxanime]

“do you mind? all i got is love for you. are you mine? i will make time for you, too.” — ennis del mar about jack twist, probably

[jesuistrestriste]

♡ You're Such A Loser pt. 2; Art Donaldson x Reader ♡

nsfw (18+) cw: switch(dom)!art donaldson, switch(sub)!reader, reader guiding art through domming, begging, brief choking, slight hate fucking themes, orgasm denial, slight bit of tears/crying (he’s okay), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, praise, degradation, creampie.

all that frustration from losing his matches has built up in him, and now Art is ready to let it all out. only because you’re letting him, of course.

word count - 2.9k

note : part twoo (part one) !! i hope that those who liked pt. one will like this part just as much :) it’s a lil bit of a switch in dynamic (pun not intended)

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He’s diving back into your cunt without hesitation, lapping at the remnants of your orgasm that have spilled and sprayed down your inner thighs. His arms are hooking under your legs so that he can bury his tongue deeper and deeper into you.

You groan deeply, running your fingers through his hair before pulling the locks taut in your fist.

“Yes, baby, just like that.. your mouth always feels so damn good,” you breathe out, moaning at his expert tongue skills.

As you gaze down at him, you can see the way that his eyes are squeezing shut and his brows are turned up in arousal as he licks at your insides. He lets out a pathetic whimper at your words of praise, which shoots a mouthful of vibrations up through your form. Your knees tremble, clamping down on his flushed cheeks, and you use your grip on his hair to guide him gently up to your clit. He takes notice of your cue, and moves his mouth up to suck your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp brokenly and toss your head back, before looking down again to see his face.. and god, he is beautiful. His brows are still knitted up, but now his big aquamarine eyes are watery and looking up at you like a lost puppy. He was all yours. Just yours, and he knew it too -- in fact, he loved it.

“That’s it, sweetheart, doing so--mmf!--so well,” you moan out, using your hand to now stroke at the back of his head and give him a bit more physical stimulation. His eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your fingers brushing against his scalp, and out of habit he reaches up with one of his free hands and uses his middle and ring finger to brush against your dripping hole. Immediately, you wince at the contact, and he lets out a drawn out groan that you can tell is an incoherent plea for permission. You nod.

He wastes no time in turning his wrist so that his hand is palm-side up, and then his fingers are gliding into you without any resistance whatsoever. Your body is absolutely starved for him at this point, and you can’t do a thing to hide it. As he feels your insides wrap warmly around his digits, his eyes prick with tears while he continues to mouth at your clit.

He brings his head back, detaching his mouth from your body, and moves to look longingly at the way your fingers are sucking him in every time he pulls them back. Your slick is covering his chin and his lips, which are currently parted in arousal as he huffs and puffs from desperation. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, relishing in the way that he can feel you clench and twitch.

“You’re so hot,” he whispers, not breaking eye contact with the point of connection between your body and his. He then decides to bury his two fingers so deep inside of you that they actually completely disappear. Next thing you know, he’s curling his fingers repeatedly in the “come hither” motion while he’s still buried up to the hilt. About thirty seconds of this is all it takes for you to get there.

“SHIT-! Oh my god, Art, don’t fucking stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m g’na-”

You manage to moan out a quick warning before your hips are arching into his touch, going completely still for a few moments. Then, wave after wave of your orgasm washes over you, causing your pelvis to spasm rapidly as you babble incoherent phrases of praise to your partner.

Art’s mouth is now completely agape, his eyes lidded, as he takes in the show of your orgasm, not stopping the movements of his fingers. You couldn’t really tell over the sound of your own vocality, but he was letting out tiny whines and whimpers from the way that your body was making his cock leak pathetically in his already-soiled boxers. He could barely hold his second orgasm off.. it was so damn hard.

After you collapse fully on the bed in an attempt to recover in your afterglow, sticky with sweat and panting heavily, you are now able to fully hear Art’s pure and unfiltered anguish. He’s moaning lowly as he glances from your cunt down to his clothed cock, which is jumping over and over in his underwear -- begging for attention. He then moves to pull his wet fingers from inside of your pussy, which allows for a few drops of viscous wetness to spill from your hole. Without hesitation, he lurches forward with his pretty tongue sitting gently on top of his bottom lip so that he can gulp down the taste of your release. He sucks and licks greedily at your hole, letting his eyes flutter closed as he grips his own thighs. He doesn’t want to touch himself yet. After all, you never gave him permission.

“You’re such a good boy, baby.. so needy and hungry for me, aren’t you?”

He nods quickly but shakily, his nose brushing against your clit as his mouth continues to relentlessly engulf your heat.

“You want me to let you cum?” you ask, knowing from his track record that he’s probably already on the edge.

He pulls back, licking at his bottom lip to not waste any of your taste, before he removes his hands from gripping his legs and instead places them to your waist. He digs his fingers into your soft flesh as he looks up at you from his position on the floor.

“Please, please, I’m already there-- just tell me I can and I will! I promise,” he gasps out, drawing out the second half of ‘promise’ to emphasize his sheer closeness. His brows are still turned up as tears start to well in his eyes. He’d cry if you said no, you knew that. The real question was: did you want to keep punishing him tonight? Had he had enough?

“Tell me how bad you want it, love.”

You could stand to be cruel a little bit longer.

He whines, his fingers clenching around the skin of your hips, as his pelvis continues to buck involuntarily.

“I want it so badly- I wanna cum- I’m so close, please please please.. I don’t know if I can stop it,” he moans, the slight friction of his cock against his wet boxers pushing him closer and closer to the point of no return.

“What if I said no?”

“Nooo, god, please don’t.. I’ve already made you cum.. I could prob’ly cum just from you telling me that I can.. can I? Oh shit, please-”

“I’ll tell you what: I’ll let you cum if you can take control for once.” 

He looks at you, confused, before trying to stave off his orgasm by biting down on your thigh as he lets out a broken whimper. You yelp, before stroking his hair, knowing that he was deep in an animalistic state of mind -- he didn’t mean to hurt you, he just was trying so hard to be good.

“Use your words, Art.” 

He releases you from between his teeth, before tears are spilling down his cheeks.

“I,” he sobs, “I can try.. but you know that I’m not like that..”

“I know, baby, I know. I want to teach you. Would you like to try that?”

He nods. He’d do anything to cum at this point.

You use your hands to push yourself farther back onto the bed so that your head is now close to the headboard. Art watches your every move, but stays as still as he can. He still wanted to please you, and didn’t want to do anything without your say-so. This was going to have to change within the next ten minutes.

You pat the bed’s comforter, and he immediately crawls up onto the bed and hovers over your form. His breathing remains uneven as his cheeks continue to flush with the torment of his delayed release. The erection in his boxers is still as stiff as ever, and you eye the way that it visibly jumps with anticipation.

One of your hands reaches up to comfortingly caress his face, and he leans into your touch.

“Breathe, honey, breathe. You’ll get what you want soon.”

He sighs, which almost turns into a moan, but he cuts himself off as you start to give instruction.

“Okay, first I want you to take off my top and bra. Undress me, understand?”

“Yeah,” he responds breathlessly, moving to pull your shirt over your head and unclasp your bra in under a minute. You were now completely naked, and he allowed himself the pleasure of drinking in the sight of your uncovered body. You were so gorgeous, it made his dick twitch.

“Good. Now, take off your boxers and shirt. I wanna see you,” you couldn’t help staying in a dominant headspace for a few seconds more.. it was just so fun to boss him around. He was so quick to follow directions, too.

He unsurprisingly does as he’s told, swiftly removing his gray tee and pulling down his boxers. At the sight of his bare cock, you bite your lower lip and place a hand on the back of his neck to guide him down to meet your mouth. You kiss him deeply, letting your own tongue lick his as he reciprocates with equal ferocity. He’s mashing his lips with yours, moaning into your open mouth when you pull back to switch the angle of your head. You bite down on his bottom lip before sucking it, which causes him to groan deep in his chest. Your hands snake to his lower back and you pull him down in one swift motion so that his body is now pressed flushed to yours as you continue to make out. A few more moments of this go by before Art knows that he has to speak up.. 

“I th-think I’m gonna c-cum,” he stutters, rubbing his hard cock against your lower stomach, “I can’t hold it, I cannn’t-!”

You reach down quickly and grasp his dick, which makes his eyes roll back into his low lids, and then you’re sliding it inside of your tight hole without warning.

“Nnghh-! I’m--fuck!” he sobs out, immediately spilling a thick, warm load inside of you. You let him thrust shallowly into you as he pumps you full of cum.

“Ah hah hah haah-!” he cries as he overstimulates his cock by continuing to fuck himself through his long-awaited orgasm.

As you watch his face with a smile and feel his throbbing dick inside of you, Art suddenly pushes himself up onto his hands so that he’s looking down at you. He’s gasping for more air but his brows are sitting low on his face and he looks weirdly upset.

You reach a hand up to his face, but he grabs your wrist with one hand and shakes his head without breaking eye contact with you.

“Don’t,” he breathes out, before beginning to thrust his spent cock more forcefully inside of you. Was he pissed that you had initially denied him..?

“Wha-”

“Don’t say anything, please,” he cuts you off, “just let me fuck you some more..” 

You close your mouth, feeling a new kind of heat swirl in your gut. There was something about his tone that was new for him.. there was a bit of authority in it. Art hangs his head as he groans, pulling his cock all the way out to the tip before slamming it back into you. The wind feels like it just got knocked completely out of your lungs, and you squirm on the sheets.

“You feel so good.. f-fuck, I’m already hard again,” he moans, a growl beginning to creep up his throat.

A moan escapes your lungs as you let your head fall back into the plush pillow, and then before you can fully comprehend what he’s doing, his hand is over your mouth. His elbow is resting by your neck as his palm covers the lower half of your face and muffles your sounds.

“I said to be quiet,” he says gruffly, now speeding up the movements of his hips. They snap back and forth with a renewed sense of fervor, filling you up with his heavy cock with every thrust inside of you. You moan, although muffled, and you can tell that your stifled sounds were driving him crazy.

“You did a lot of talking tonight, babe, now let me say something--” 

You drool under his hand, your mouth open and panting, as you try to focus on his words,

“I don’t get why you called me a loser when you’re my coach.. my loss is your loss- shit!” 

The tip of his cock hits your cervix as you clench around him, causing him to briefly lose his train of thought. He finds it quicker than you thought he would, though.

“So that means that you’re a loser too, aren’t you?” he spits out with gritted teeth, leaning down close to your face and looking deep into your eyes. You compulsively whimper and buck your hips up to meet his.

“Use your words, baby,” he mocks you from earlier, anger laced potently in his command.

He knows that you can’t talk coherently right now, and it’s not his hand that’s stopping you. He knows damn well that if he removed his hand from your mouth, you’d still be a slurring mess of moans and pleas for more beneath him. His cock was fucking you so well, and it was hitting all of the right places at all of the right times. You weren’t sure you were going to last much longer, and neither was he to be honest..

Before, he was in the mindset of a defeated, washed-up tennis champ, but now he was taking on the same persona that he did when he was in his prime. When he won back-to-back matches. He was a fucking beast.

“Mmmph-! Mm-!” your moans rolled around in your chest and were muffled by Art’s large palm as he continued to fuck mercilessly into you. You felt the cord in your gut being pulled taut.. ready to snap at any moment..

Suddenly, he pulls his hand from your mouth and groans, bringing it up to his mouth as he licks depravedly at your drool left behind on his skin. You whimper at the sight, and he follows it up with a similar vocalization before speaking down to you.

“You taste so good, baby, fuck fuck...” he pants, the movements of his hips becoming sloppier by the second.

he places his wet palm down across the center of your collarbones, and you groan lowly at the feeling, before you take his wrist and manually move his hand up to the base of your throat.

“please,” you whimpered. 

and he readily obliged.

Art squeezes gently at the sides of your throat, stifling the blood flow to your brain and initiating the spread of a pleasant fuzziness throughout your body and head that made your impending orgasm feel that-much-more intense. 

“you like that? you like when i choke you, baby..?” he moans, clearly enjoying the switch in dynamic as much as you were.

you nod immediately, trying to take in more oxygen as his fingers pressed deliberately against your pulse. then, he released you from his grasp like a lion drops a gazelle from its mouth before feasting upon it.

you take a huge, broken breath into your lungs before everything begins to feel like it’s getting too much .. everything feels too good right now.. 

“Honeyimgonna-mffphh!-imgonnacumpleaseohmygod” you couldn’t stop the slurry of nonsensical pleas and whines as you felt your orgasm getting ready to wash over you.

“I’m gonna give it to you so good.. i wanna fill you up.. you’d be nowhere without me, let’s face it.. if i didn’t win any matches we’d have no income.. so i’m not a goddamn loser.. i’m not.. i’m.. i..”

Art was becoming more and more incomprehensible the closer he got, and then he felt everything crash down around him once your orgasm started to rip through you and pulse around him.

“OH GOD! HOLY SH- OH FFFUCK! I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING!” he shouts, unable to hold anything back as he fills you up again.

You feel the warmth and tingly pressure of his release spread throughout your cunt as you cum on his throbbing cock, your eyes rolling as your head tips back against the bed. You whimper and groan as you take in the feeling of your second orgasm of the night, and relish in the heat and aftermath of your partner’s third one.

After you both come down slightly from your highs, Art collapses in a sticky, sweaty mess on top of you as his chest heaves against yours. You close your eyes, smiling, as your hands move to rub lovingly at his lower back. As his head rests heavily in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, he slowly pulls his hips back and you whimper as the feeling of emptiness starts to rush through you in the absence of his length.

You could feel his cum oozing down your pussy, and you laughed softly at the sudden realization of the reality of your situation.

“You know,” you huffed, still trying to catch your breath, “i think you just came inside of me again.” 

he laughs.

“i don’t think i could have stopped that from happening..” he smirks, rubbing his soft but sensitive cockhead against the inner part of your right thigh.

“right, right.. all i’m saying is that you better not get me pregnant. you’re already a handful as it is.”

“You love it,” he whispers, picking up his head slightly to bite at your neck.

“Whatever you say, loser.”

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guys, this took so long to finally finish up and that’s on me lmaoo

writer’s block had me in a firm chokehold n i didn’t like it

i feel like i ended this fic a bit quickly, but i think that can mostly be chalked up to sleep deprivation.

anyways, hope this quenched ur mike faist thirst for the moment, but i have more ideas that i want to write about asap.. so there’s definitely some more hot stuff coming soon hehe

[buubsii]

Doin my service to the mike faist community, Here yall go, this is a mike faist wallpaper/collage