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misguidedswagger · 2 years

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How You and Connor Met & Started Dating [Headcannons]

a/n: hi! i know its been a while since i’ve posted but i’ve been super busy! this has been in the drafts in a while, but i’ve finally had the time to finish it! and yes, ik, shut up obviously this isn’t connor, but just pretend it is. enjoy the headcannons! sorry for the shitty ending lmao

You were a transfer student to Connor's school, as your parents had just gotten new jobs in the area your senior year.

You were in the main entrance, trying to find your way to your homeroom

You were staring at the paper in your hands when you heard an annoying voice say something really rude to someone else, whether it was a joke or not "Very school shooter chic, Connor."

You flew forward before you even realized, "You're an asshole! You don't just say things like that to people!" The boy with the long hair opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could.

"Woah, who's the new kid?" The asshole replied, looking you up and down, "You another freak too? Lovely." He said before walking away

You turned back to the boy you had defended, but he had shrunken into himself. "Hey, are you-"

He flicked his head up to you and yelled at you, “I don’t need saving!”

And with that, he stormed off, leaving you alone

You were caught off guard, but weren’t too upset. He had a point, he never asked you to step in

You were only trying to be nice.

Eventually, you found your way to homeroom

You walked up to the teacher and let him know you were the new student

He sat you all the way in the back

Next to Connor

You sat in the seat and began pulling out all your supplies needed for class

Class was pretty uneventful, but you tried your best to pay attention, it was your first day, after all.

In the middle of the lesson, you felt something hit you.

You looked down the piece of paper that had hit you and you looked in the direction it came from, seeing Connor staring out the window

You opened the paper ball and smiled softly at it,

“Thanks.”

You took a pen of a different ink color and wrote a response before you threw it behind you

You didn’t look at Connor, but you could hear the crinkling of the paper

Before it could make its way back to you, the bell rang. You packed up your belongings before standing up and turning around to face Connor who was awkwardly standing there with the paper ball

“How do you know my name? Did you learn it just to see me freak out? Just so you can see Connor Murphy go crazy? Just like everyone else?” He demanded, moving frantically.

You shook your head and held your hands up defensively, “No, no. I heard that jerk use it early, You don’t have to worry about though. I just want to be friends, I promise.”

He hesitated before a scowl rested on his face, “Liar.” He walked out of the class before you chased after him and grabbed his sleeve

He stopped and looked down at you in surprise, “You’re still following me? Why?”

“Because I want to be friends, Connor! How can I convince you I’m telling you the truth?

He grimaced at you before glancing away for a moment, “What’s your name?”

“Well, my name is Y/n, but you can-”

“Your new name is dork. Where’s your next class, dork?”

He took your schedule and looked over it

“Cool. I have this next class too. Wanna walk together?”

You nodded gratefully, smiling. “I would love that.”

You could’ve sworn he had a small smile on his face before he wiped his mouth and it was gone

Connor had walked with you to your next class and made sure to sit next to you and distract you the whole period with drama about everyone, and who they were.

“The asshole from earlier was Jared Kleinman. Truly a dickhead if I’ve ever seen one.”

“I agree. I’m so sorry about earlier. You don’t deserve that.” You placed a comforting hand on Connor’s and his hand darted away from yours. He averted his gaze and you retracted your hand

After a moment of quiet, “Is it always like this for you?

You were a little nervous for the answer

“Yeah.”

You had never felt so awful for another person in your life.

“Connor, I-”

“What is this about for you? Why are you being nice to me? You have no reason to be. It’s probably because I’m just the weird-”

You obviously weren’t getting through to him, and that wasn’t his fault. This boy was so damaged and it seemed he’d never been treated well

You did the first thing you could think of and you grabbed his hand and held it with both of your hands, causing him to stop speaking halfway through his sentence

He stopped speaking and accepted your touch, not knowing how else to react,

You stayed like that the rest of class, no more words being exchanging, only your touch on one another.

The bell had eventually rung and you two had let go to put away your things

Connor had waited for you, his hands by his sides as watched put your stuff away

You stood up and shyly held out your pinky for him to hook his onto

He shyly accepted and the two of you walked to your next class

You were so grateful to have the same schedule as Connor

You had two more classes before lunch, but after them, you happily pulled the tall boy with you to a table in the corner

You placed your stuff down and grabbed his hand once again, taking him in line with you

He kept his eyes on your hands, hyper focusing on that, pretending he didn’t hear the whispers about him and you.

You heard the whispers, but ignored them. You got your food after a while before turning to Connor, “Don’t listen to those assholes. They don’t know how sweet or awesome you are.”

He offered a smile before looking down sadly and sitting in his designated spot across from you

“No, they’re right. You shouldn’t be hanging out with me, I’m a fucking freak.”

You grabbed his hand and held it tightly, “You are not a freak, Connor. Please trust me when I tell you that.” You frowned

He gave you a look, his eyes were sad and yet he had a small smile on his face, “Thank you, Y/n.”

“Thought my new name was dork, Con?”

“Oh? Already moving to a nickname for me, dork?” He teased, causing you to roll your eyes and smile

For the entirety of lunch, the two of you got to know each other. Connor told you about the bullying and how bad it could get, and you listened attentively.

You squeezed his hand tight, “You are never alone, Con. Promise. I’m always here for you.” You swore, causing him to squeeze your hand tightly

Weeks later

You and Connor had become inseparable or the last few weeks, telling each other everything, always hanging out outside of school

The Murphy’s loved you, trying to have you over as much as possible

Though, sometimes it got a little overwhelming, so you and Connor would duck into his room, or back to your house

Your family loved Connor too, they wanted him over as much as possible.

Connor had told you and your family about how bad it could get over there sometimes, so your doors were always open to him

One day though, you weren’t feeling too great because of allergies, so you decided to stay home for the day.

You shot your best friend a text, ‘not feelin’ the best. staying home td. don’t miss me 2 much lol’

Connor didn’t answer, but you were pretty sure he saw the message.

An hour or so later, there was a sharp rap on the door and you ran to it, looking out the peephole

A jittery Connor stood outside the door and you swung it open, he flew into your arms almost knocking you over

You stumbled but gained your composure, rubbing his back as you held him as close as you could

“Woah, hey, what happened?” You asked the boy

He said nothing but pulled a folded up piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you

You unfolded it and read it quickly, gasping in surprise at the fact that the letter stated how much Evan Hansen liked Zoe Murphy, Connor’s sister.

“He just printed it out to see me freak out. He just wanted to have an excuse to tell the world CONNOR MURPHY IS A FUCKING FREAK!”

You shook your head and held his face gently in your hands, causing him to freeze and look down at you “What are you-”

“Hey, I’ve got you. Listen to me, Con, I’m sure that wasn’t what he was trying to do. Had he been trying to talk to you while you were in there?”

He went silent for a moment, “I-well, no, but--”

You gave him a look saying, “See?”

He sighed heavily and buried his face in your neck,

“I was so scared, Y/n. I was going to do something awful.”

Your face paled and your heart rate sped up

He was getting better. You knew it.

But, this was a step in the right direction.

He trusted you enough to confide in you, so he did

“Connor...What were you going to do?”

And immediately after you asked, the tall boy crumpled into your arms, causing you to frown deeply and lead the two of you towards the couch

Connor told you explicitly how he planned to wait until his whole family was out to attempt, and you couldn’t help the tears that began to spill from your eyes.

“Con, no...” You sniffed and held him close

At first he didn’t reciprocate like normal

Of course he was wary of anyone’s touch, other than yours

But this felt different somehow

It felt like there was more weight to it.

Connor nervously wrapped his arms around you and finally returned the hug

“Connor, you mean the world to me, I can’t lose you, especially when I’ve only known you for such a short time. I can’t lose you ever.”

The words rung around Connor’s head like a bell and he couldn’t stop himself from acting on his impulses

He pulled you from his shoulder and cupped your face, kissing you deeply.

Shocked, you kissed him back, your arms flying around his neck

He suddenly pulled away after a few minutes, a look of concern welded on his face, “I’m so sorry, Y/n. Fuck! You probablly think I’m some fucking weirdo creep, just like-”

You laid a hand on his cheek and his little ramble ceased,

“What I actually think, is that it’s about time.”

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sxtvrns · 1 year

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to reunite and resolve

🎶 now playing: don’t grow up too fast - grentperez

P: Connor Murphy x Fem!Reader

S: You were the one of the only people he called a friend. He wanted to call you more than that.

W: mentions of drug use, smoking, anxiety, cursing, sexual content, spoilers, short

N: Basing this off of Mike Faist’s Connor Murphy, because his version of Connor the one I envisioned while writing this. Some information is taken from the book adaptation of the musical. In the book, Connor explains that he is some form of LGBTQ+, yet it is never specified; hints of this are being used in this fic. this is super short and kinda shit LMAO

please interact if you enjoy!

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When he first threw that printer in second grade, you were the first thing he saw out of the corner of his eye. Everyone… well, almost everyone, looked at him in horror, screams so loud they could be heard from down the hall, besides Jared Kleinman, who said that the whole facade was so cool.

Some kids ran, some kids took cover, but you stood there with your mouth hanging open, gaze switching between Mrs. G and Connor. And to think the only reason for this was because he didn’t get to be line leader that day.

He couldn’t tell what you thought of him after that. There wasn’t a single thought behind your face that could determine whether you thought he was cool or you thought he was insane. But he resorted to the worst— you thinking he was a crazy maniac who had a breakdown only because he didn’t get what he wanted that day.

But no, that wasn’t the case. He sat down under a tree during recess one day, and you just so happened to be lurking on the other side of it. You peeked out, looking at the book he was reading. “Is that The Little Prince?” You ask, startling him. “Yeah. Why?”

“It was a bit sad, but I liked it. Which part are you on?”

“The part where he dies.”

Awkward.

“I’ve read this book 5 times.”

“So it’s your favourite?” He shrugs. “One of them.” You sit down next to him, eyes skimming over the words on the page. “I don’t like Mrs. G very much. She always finds something wrong in my work and points it out to the class,” you start, staring at Mrs. G who’s talking to a teacher far across the playground. “I don’t think you should do it again, but I thought that was cool.”

“What was cool?”

“When you threw that printer. Was it heavy?” He shakes his head. “You’re strong! That’s even cooler!”

He shuts his book with a quiet thump. “Shouldn’t you be talking to Lily over there? Or… Jane?” You shrug. “I don’t really have a group of friends. I talk to them and we’re friendly with each other, but… they don’t like the things I like. I don’t know– it seems like on some days they don’t like me and then other days they do. Maybe I’m just scared of that.”

“You’re lucky the printer didn’t hit Mrs. G. You’re even luckier you didn’t get in big trouble. I think that you were angry and you didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” He’s surprised by how well you manage to read him. He didn’t even know how he felt himself. It was an overwhelming feeling of rage that any six year old would have when things didn’t go their way, just that he approached it in a way that no one would believe a six year old would be able to do.

“Do you wanna see the books I’m reading later? You can borrow them if you’d like.” Connor looks at you and that stupid hopeful expression on your face, reluctantly nodding. He wasn’t one to turn down a read. He’d gotten sick of the rose hunting prince anyways.

Most kids in your class would rather go for the toys and playmat while the library picked up dust. Connor watched you every time you went to the little library in your room to pick up a book, always leaning over to see what you were reading. You seemed like one of the only avid readers in your class, not dozing off or merely flipping pages for convenience during silent reading. You really took your time in absorbing what was on the pages; sometimes he witnessed you even shed a tear.

From there, the two of you became good friends. Every partner project, you two would pair up. Every gym class, you’d be on the same team. If anything involved pairs, it would always be the two of you together, to the point where people started joking that you two were dating. Of course, you always brushed it off, but Connor seemed to think otherwise.

At the time, he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly he felt about you. He felt safe, happy, content. He also felt compassionate, open, and endearing. But years later, only when he went to Hanover and was in his first relationship, dealing with a multitude of emotional troubles, was when he realized what those feelings were.

Connor’s head rested on Miguel’s chest as he exhaled a puff of smoke. “She read a lot, sometimes I went over to her place, she always stayed by my side even thought she was made fun of, we’d trade lunches–“ He’s cut off by the sound of his friend chuckling. “Wow, you must’ve really liked her.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, I don’t think I’ve heard any guy in our entire school talk about a girl… not sexually.”

“That’s because we were in elementary. I wasn’t perverted.”

“Still, you blabber about her with such purity. Like a girl you really did love, even if you only were in the seventh grade. She seems nice. If you ever find her again, you should introduce her to me.” In the words that Miguel put it in, he was finally able to understand why he got so much more nervous around you. Why he’d scold himself for doing something moronic in front of you, unless that something made you laugh; he’d let out an internal sigh of relief.

Why he tended to defend you if someone teased you. Why he’d freeze up when your arm would brush against his. Why he’d always overthink about what you thought of him, knowing that you’d never leave his side. Instead, he left yours. He could see the hurt in your eyes after he told you he was moving schools and it almost made him want to stay just for you.

But knowing his parents, they wouldn’t understand why he’d change his mind so last minute.

Sometimes he didn’t understand why you stayed by his side. He knew you were somewhat of a fragile person, but watched you desensitize to those comments over the years.

Connor feels guilty talking about an old undetermined crush with a boy he was on indefinite terms with, but Miguel didn’t seem to mind. “I guess I did like her.” He squeezes Miguel’s hand, suddenly overwhelmed with disappointment. “And now I’ll never be able to see her again.”

“Didn’t you say you went to her place for projects and stuff? Couldn’t you pay her a visit?”

“What if she moved?”

Miguel scoffs. “Highly doubt it. What comes here, stays here.”

The suggestion played on loop in Connor’s head every day, even contemplating actually paying a visit. Yet he never owned up to it, until he was expelled and moved to a new school. Again.

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You rest your head on the desk, ignoring the homework reminders being given to the class. You stare blankly at the teacher through your hair, another boy coming into view that you hadn’t seen before.

His hair was brown, curly, and nearly reached his shoulders. He had defining cheekbones and painted nails, dark clothes and a messenger bag. A new student. A new student that you couldn’t help but think looked familiar to you, until you heard his name.

Connor Murphy.

He sat down in front of you, putting his bag to the side and kicking it under his desk. You wanted to talk to him, but it seemed like he didn’t recognize you either. Was it really him? The Connor Murphy who you sat under trees with, reading books and arguing about your favourite characters? The Connor Murphy who barely passed 4th grade?

“Connor…” You mutter a bit too loud, his head turned to side eye you. “What?” He replies, almost aggressively, his stare dark and hardening. You couldn’t believe it was him. But really, how many other Connor Murphy’s could there be in suburban New York?

He begins to turn away until you begin speaking. “Do you still read The Little Prince?” This time, he fully turns to you, eyes wide and no longer dull. “How many times have you read it since I’ve talked to you under that tree?” You smile, and Connor swears his heart stops. Out of pure shock, not attraction.

“Y/N?” He asks, and you nod, his face lighting up with a small smile. “Holy shit…” He sighs, his reaction making you giggle.

You’ve changed. You stopped tying your hair up, you gained a pair of dark circles, and he could just feel maturity radiating from you somehow. At least, you were more mature than he was.

“Um, I don’t really have anyone to hang out with during lunch. Do you wanna catch up then?” You offer, his head tilting. “Why not now? Instead of working on that project of yours.” Your face drops. “There’s a project?” What project was he talking about? Was it– oh, it was the role model one. You finished it already.

“Lucky you don’t have to do it. If we present, we get extra credit. I’m not up for humiliation though.” He turns around fully, and your eyes are drawn to his hands, slim and a bit veiny. He adorned a bracelet and his nail polish was black. He played with his fingers almost nervously, his hands on your desk. “What have you been up to?”

“I picked up guitar. Um, I do some vocal stuff outside of school.”

“Like performances?”

You nod. “Different genres. Jazz, pop, R&B… I’m in a few groups.” He nods. “I didn’t know you could sing.”

“I never showed off when we were younger. I’ve been taking lessons for a while.”

“Maybe you could show me later. Y’know, outside of school.” He quips with a hoping smile. “Are you flirting with me, Murphy?” You ask, leaning forward slightly, his eyes moving from your chest back to your eyes. “Maybe.” You scoff, shoving away his face. “You’re a pervert now?” You laugh, but his smile slowly begins to disappear.

“Oh, I was joking, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that– I mean, no one’s perverted to their childhood best friend right?” You awkwardly laugh while he sighs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look at you like that.”

“Like what?”

“Y/N, I was staring at your boobs.”

“Like a pervert?”

“For fuck’s sake, L/N, I am not a pervert.”

“Never said you were.”

You were provoking him. If it was another person doing the same thing, he’d have their head. Thrown something at them or given them a black eye. With you, it was all natural humour and jokes. He could brush it off without the need for bruising. The worst part was that you didn’t know you were aggravating him, with your cheeky smile and mischievous gaze.

Later that day, during lunch, you catch Connor off guard, leaning against a tree in the back of the school grounds where no one was, blowing out smoke. He tended to find solace in places where it was quiet and mostly alone. In high school, it was hard to find that kind of privacy, so you thought he’d be away and in the back where no one hung out, besides the drug dealers and porn magazine sellers.

“You smoke now?” You ask, him inhaling and letting out another puff. “I started a while ago. Keeps me sane.” He pulls it away from his mouth, contemplating. “I was gonna offer you some but, you sing now. I guess that comes in conflict.” How sweet of him to be so considerate. “Yeah. Wouldn’t wanna try it either way.”

You pause for a moment, watching him discard the joint. “How was Hanover?” You ask, a rush of memories overwhelming him all at once. “It was a fresh start. I liked it. I, um, made out with a dude? I don’t know, it was complicated.” You certainly didn’t expect that. “You had a boyfriend, then?”

“I dunno, we never specified on it. Complicated relationship.”

“How about girlfriends?” You hear him scoff. “You really think a guy that went to an all boys school would find a girlfriend?” You shrug, standing beside him. “I thought it was common for all boys and all girls schools to collaborate or host events together.”

“I don’t know if there were any collaborating events. I always skipped. Speaking of skipping, would you like to join me on a trip to Burger King instead of going to fifth and sixth?” You shouldn’t be surprised he’s skipping classes. He always joked about doing so in elementary, yet it never crossed your mind to contemplate if he was actually going to do so. “Unlike you, I actually care about my grades. You can come over if you’d like.”

“After years you still expect me to know the address?” He jokes. “I haven’t moved. I’ll text you.” You pull out your phone, opening your contacts app and letting him type in his number. He set his contact name as ‘C’, with a cigarette emoji next to it. “If you ever call me and that name pops up on my phone while I’m with my dad, he is going to kill me. Thinking I have a dealer or something.”

“Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

You text him the address, not seeing him for the rest of the school day. He frequently skipped classes, except for the classes you two had together. He came over many times, your dad eventually meeting him when he wasn’t rushing out the door for work.

Only… one particular visit caused something to happen with reasons unknown.

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You open the window, lighting some scented candles you found in the closet. Connor looked at his joint, inspecting it carefully, instead tossing it somewhere in his bag rather than lighting it, laying face up on your bed with a sigh.

The first time he was in your room, the first thing he asked was:

“Why the fuck is there sheet music everywhere?”

Which surprised you at first, mostly because you didn’t think he’d know what it was in the first place. He’d always smoke, mostly out the window, and you’d drench your room in air freshener afterwards so your dad wouldn’t know.

Connor was a very touchy person, especially when he was high. Sometimes he’d rest his head on your shoulder, his breath smelling of weed. Or on your lap, where his hair sometimes got trapped between your thighs. A hand on your leg, or on your thigh. You didn’t think of it at first, because it was Connor.

Though he took touchy to an extreme one day.

“Have you kissed anyone yet? Y’know, while I haven’t seen you.” You look up at him from your paper, amused. “Why are you asking?” He shakes his head, turning over and looking at you. “Oh, no, just wondering. So is that a no?” You sigh with a silent laugh. “No, I haven’t kissed anyone, Connor.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“So you’re a virgin, then?”

“Connor, where is this coming from?”

“Do you know about the jocks constantly rambling about all the girls they have sex with?” He ignores your question with another question. “Yeah. It’s fucking annoying.” You scoff with a breathy laugh, taking a sip from your bottle. “You know they talk about you, right?”

You nearly spit out your water, saving the drops that fall from your mouth from falling onto your shorts. “Excuse me?” You say after swallowing. “Yeah. It’s all, ‘Bet 10 bucks I can bang her’ while they point at you. Or they go, ‘Jesus, wonder how much she can take’.”

“So I’m being objectified?” He nods slowly, looking up at you through his messy hair. “Unfortunately, yes. Want me to do something?”

“If it results in you getting suspended, no.”

“You sure? Those guys are dicks.”

“They’ll never believe us without any proof. And your reputation is bad enough already. I don’t want you to fall any more because of me.”

“Y/N, I’ll do anything for you.”

Those words make you pause and reflect. Was he high? No, because he tossed his joint in his bag anywhere. Even then, Connor would never say that for anyone. It seemed so out of character for him that you almost laughed.

“Are you high?”

“What?”

“I know damn well you wouldn’t do anything for anyone.”

“Y/N, I’m serious.” His gaze is stern, dark, and hard but also eager, glossy and hopeful. “I don’t know, maybe it is the weed I smoked twelve hours ago, but you’re really pretty. Sometimes I wonder how I managed to become friends with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“Someone so pretty that doesn’t give a fuck about the fact I do drugs or the shit I’m dealing with. I really like you, Y/N. Always have. You didn’t single me out, you never left my side— you’re the one person in my fucked up life that makes me feel like I belong. That I matter.” Your childhood best friend, who’s now sitting up with a hand on your thigh, just confessed his undying love to you.

And you had to admit, the more you two started to hang out and reconnect, the more you started to develop something of an attraction to him. He never smiled at anyone but you, he didn’t push you away or glare at you; it was like he had a soft spot just for you, and it made you like him even more.

“I hope you aren’t gonna fuck me over. Y’know, if you don’t like me back.” His finger traces patterns on your thigh, the way his hand unknowingly rides up making your brain go haywire. “I’m… I, uh– I’m not.” He looks at you, for some reason, disappointed. “Should’ve known you didn’t. Forget this ever happened, then.”

“No, no! I like you! I really do like you, Connor. You’re charming and handsome and…” You hear him huff out a laugh, his face closing in on yours. “I know no one else thinks of me like that but you. You’re obsessed with me.”

“Could say the same for you, Murphy.”

His head tilts, his nose touching yours. “Wanna kiss you.” He mutters. You simply nod, inviting. “Okay.” You reply. He presses his lips to yours, feeling full and complete the moment you two meet. He can sense your confusion at first, but you managed to learn how to move with him quickly. Perks of being a fast learner.

He hovers on top of you on your bed, admiring you when he pulls away. His eyes shamelessly trail down from your face, to your chest, your stomach, your legs, his face cupped in your hands and pulling him towards you to kiss him again.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, the mood instantly erotic.

His hands are all over you. The back of your head, your shoulders, your waist, your hips, your thighs; he placed them wherever he could push you closer to him. When his mouth follows his hands to descend to your neck, you let out a soft whimper, panicking when you barely catch sight of the door.

“W-Wait.” You pant, nudging Connor for him to move to the side. You scramble off your bed, closing the window and the curtain and turning off the lights, going for the doorknob. “Thought you said your dad wasn’t home.” Connor says as you lock the door. “Never know when he will be.”

When you join him on the bed, his hands at the hem of your shirt, you stop him with a touch on his wrist. “Um, I don’t…”

“Oh, shit, did I go too far? I’m sorry–“

“No, no! I want it, I really do, but… you know...” He realized how nervous you were, remembering you haven’t done anything like this before. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You know I have. You trust me?” He asks, giving you doe eyes you’ve never seen before. You nod, emitting a chuckle from him. “Let me take care of you then.”

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Sex was one thing. Having sex with your best friend is another.

It’s either your dad stayed at work all night or he’s in grave danger, given you haven’t heard him scream out of pure horror, then yell at you first thing in the morning. You woke up unbothered, naked, and held by your best friend. Unless this whole thing changed your relationship.

Were you even friends anymore? Was this a friends with benefits thing now? But he practically confessed to you yesterday, unless he was high. But he didn’t smoke anything, and the room doesn’t smell that bad…

One thing is for sure: Connor Murphy knows how to fuck.

Maybe it was the fact that you were a complete virgin or that you did whatever he asked you to, but you swear you could still feel how you felt last night when he was in you.

Your head rests on his arm, wrapping around you and holding you close to him. The ends of his hair touch your own head, and you blow them out of the way. You can feel him move, and he groans, meaning you woke him up. You lean into him more, feeling his fingers lightly brush your side. You feel his head turn, his hair moving from your head.

“Hi.” He says, peering down at you. You look up at him, noticing his gaze. “Hi.”

He plants a kiss on your forehead, his fingers moving to brush through your hair. “I think I passed out after.” You say, hearing him chuckle. “You did. When I came back to clean up, you were nearly snoring.”

“Oh god, I snore?”

“Loudly.”

He notices you going silent, immediately worried. “I was just joking! Well, kind of, you snore, but not loudly. Not like a dad snore.” You giggle into the side of his arm, followed by a brief moment of silence. “What are we now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think friends confess their undying love for each other and tie it off with sex.”

He pauses, hearing quiet hums come from his mouth. “Can I be your boyfriend, then?” He feels you nod against his arm while you hum in response. “Yeah.” You get out from under the covers, going to stand up until a brief pain shoots up your legs.

Memories of the night before suddenly come rushing in. “Fuck those jocks, I’m the only one who can see you like this.” He said, after making a mess of you with only his fingers.

He really fucked you good last night.

You curse under your breath, legs weak as you stare at the scattered clothes on the ground, tossing your own into the laundry basket by your door. You grab a new change, turning around and noticing Connor staring at you the whole time, an expression you can’t make out.

“I was that good? Your legs are shaking.” You roll your eyes and throw his shirt at him after putting on a pair of shorts. “Shut up. A real boyfriend would help me and not make fun of me.” He fake pouts, getting out of bed and putting on his own clothes.

You turn on the TV downstairs, the morning news playing and showing the date as Friday.

Friday.

Shit.

You’re beyond late.

“Turns out there was a gas leak so there’s no school. That works out great for us.” Connor says as if he could read your mind. You hear the garage door open, meaning your dad had just come home from work. He enters the room, seeing both of you standing by the kitchen counter.

“Shouldn’t you two be at school?” Is the first thing your dad says, eyeing both of you. “Cancelled. Gas leak.” You feel Connor’s hand rest at your hip, wanting to swat it away but knowing your dad already saw it just by the look on his face. “Did he use protection? I know you’re on those pills, but–“

“Oh my god, yes, he did, look– can we talk about this later?” Your dad shrugs and nods before heading for the stairs, hearing Connor laugh beside you. “How did he know?” You panic, placing toast on both your plates. “Maybe he saw your legs shaking from there.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You glare at him, giving him a brief kiss before bringing both your plates to the table. He quite literally does as you say, keeping quiet the entire time he eats his breakfast.

You should do that more often.

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You knew that Connor was a very mischievous person. He always has been.

He’d skip classes, casually threaten people as if it were nothing, smoke weed; he nearly flushed firecrackers down a toilet once. He didn’t go through with it because you told him not to.

He was also mischievous in terms of your relationship.

He let you leave hickeys wherever you saw fit, in places visible and invisible. You were more wary of it. He showed them off proudly; well, not really proudly, he just didn’t mind if people saw or stared at him with hanging jaws. He couldn’t be bothered to cover them— the only time he did care was when his family would point them out.

He’d sneak out and go to your place frequently; he always preferred your house over his, mostly because he felt like he had a parent he could actually tolerate (and love). If your dad were to ever barge in, he’d stare at Connor, then at you, then at Connor’s bag, and ask if he had protection before leaving and closing the door. Connor always said yes.

It was also a convenient reminder for you to lock your door anytime Connor was in your room, since most of the time nights would always end in sex.

You fumbled for your keys to unlock the front door, Connor’s lips on yours when you stumbled inside. You didn’t notice a bunch of men in the living room, including your dad, holding beer bottles and staring at you until you saw them out of the corner of your eye. “Welcome back. How was the party?” Your dad asks, as if he didn’t see the escapade between you and your boyfriend.

“It was shhh– It sucked. Yeah. It sucked. Hi.” You mutter the last part, eyes quickly dashing over everyone who’s attention is taken away from the game on the TV. “Um, we’re just gonna… yeah.” You drag Connor with you out of their sight and upstairs.

“Does he have–“

“Yes!”

You slam your door shut, locking it, seeing Connor visibly nervous. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Was the party too much?”

“A little bit. And then… your dad’s friends just staring at us. I don’t know– anxiety? This is a stupid thing to be worried about.” You sit down next to him, hugging him while rubbing his back. “Don’t worry about them, okay? They’ve probably done the same when they were younger.”

You feel him sigh into your shoulder, his voice muffled.

“Thank you.”

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don’t grow up too fast. don’t leave me in the past. as long as you never change who you are, i know in your heart i’m never far. 🎧

#connor murphy #connor murphy x reader #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen musical #mike faist #fanfiction

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astrochemstry · 3 years

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Jared Kleinman HC: having a crush on him, you don't wanna admit it but everyone knows

I was lying in bed and then i got this idea and it sounded really cute so i made it a reality asjdfbasjh im having a brainrot

Reader is gender neutral and its romance

OK SO JUST IMAGINE

YOU LIKE THIS GUY

YOU DON'T WANNA ADMIT IT BCS HES COCKY AS HELL

BUT EVERYONE KNOWS

E VE RYO NE KNO W S

YES EVEN HIM

OK lets go to the start so

SO I HAVENT FINISHED THE BOOK AND STUFF BUT

I DO THINK JARED WENT TO SCOUT CAMP AS A KID TOO

SO you met there

And as in met

He accidentally uh

Well yk those log things you gotta walk on??

He slipped and accidentally bumped into you

And you fell on the mud lmao

Bro was trying vv hard not to laugh actually

“Kleinman, apologize to (Name).”

“Sorry.”

hE AINT GOOD AT THIS FORGIVE HIM PLS

Ok so like youre still mad but

Throughout your time there he makes it up with

aCTS OF SERVice

sO some hcs here are from @/bemorecronch pls check them out vv good at writing jared and hilarious as hell

So one of their hcs is that if he likes u he randomly gives u food

oH diD I NOT MENTioN??

THIS GUY LIKES YOU TOO

So like one time you dropped your snack and like vv frustrated bcs you fell in mud and now your snack fell in mud

So he goes up to you and shoves his spare sandwich onto you

Youre like ???? but then he jsut raises and eyebrow

“Don’t you know how to eat or did that dirt change everything in you??”

You choose whether you smacked him or not

But like after that and everything, he sat with you and just ate with ya

Then the crushing started

SO YEARS PASS

WELCOME TO HIGHSCHOOL OR WHATEVER TOOK PLACE IN DEH

yOU MEET AGAIN

“Arent you that mud person from camp??” “Arent you that asshole who shoved me??”

Sassy conversations

Murphy siblings live for it tbh

They love you

And then heres the thiNG

SO ONE TIME AT THE CAFETERIA

You guys just sat together and ate bcs i mean thats what you did at camp too

You guys we’re vv close and be reminded you have a crush on him

So liKE your body started to heat up and ik for some skin colors it wont be visible youre blushiNG BUT SINCE YOURE SO CLOSE HE CAN FEEL THE HEAT

Hes concerned bro “are you okay??”

“Yes im fine- just-” tHEN HE PLACES HIS HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD

TO CHECK YK

Totally not an excuse to touch you

coIUGHGHcouG HH

So like you just froze?? Bcs oH SHIT ohIUSHAHH????

Alana was there and you were like oh thank god

But alana

aLANA KNOWS

ALANA SEES IT

But dw she doesnt like say it out and tease you

Takes you away and stuff “Oh god! (Name) are you okay? Lets go to the nurse.”

She doesnt take you to the nurse lmao

“So, you like someone?”

React how you want she aint gonna fall for you denying it

anYWAYS SHE DOES KEEP IT A SECRET

But like its you who, well, makes it less of a secret lmao

Like youre very expressive abt it

Everyone knows

The school knows

And you guessed it!

JARED KNOWS

Bro is happy as hell you like him back but don't forget hes a little shit

Teases you tbh

Like if youre sitting down and reading or smth hes just like “oh whats that??” and gets vERY CLOSE

From acts of service to physical toUCH

If you like passed a test or something he just awkwardly goes up to you and pats your back

“Good job” “uh thanks”

Hes silently crying inside bcs of that

Ok but like one day lets say Alana encourages you to confess

So you do and like when you see Jared youre just

Oh shit oh fuck oh no nope nO

But like he sees you and he just goes to you like “whats up??”

Its just casual

Too casual

So you didnt wanna confess in like a crowded hall lol so you tell him to meet you at some place like uh idk you choose

So Jared

Aint dumb ok

An asshole but this shit is fucking smart

And first thing he thinks is ‘theyre gonna confess. Definitely.’

No doubts bcs he knows u like him lmao

So you meet

And bro got a huge smirk on his face

“Soo- what did you want to talk about?”

Hes just so calm?? And casual? That youre freaked out and suspicious bcs you expect him to spit out some mean things and stuff

“Uh- this is- wait uh” “go on.” “weLL- uH”

Then he laughs

You guys know what im talking about

“You sound like Evan” hes wHEEZing

“LOOK i LIKE you okay???”

“Everyone does” “No i mean- the- the like like”

Bro acts like he doesnt understand

So uh yeaH you kiss hiM

Look he knows u like him but hes still shocked bcs daMN

In the end, he just goes “oh i know you do. Everyone does.” with a smiLE

Smack him smACK hiM

#this is the longest ive ever written but im pROUD #jared kleinman headcanons #jared kleinman x reader #jared kleinman hcs #dear Evan hansen headcanons #deh x reader #deh headcanons #dear Evan hansen x reader #x reader #headcanons #fanfiction #hcs #fanfic

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readbyred · 3 years

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Things Jared Kleinman definitely does

Pairing: Jared Kleinman x Gn!Reader

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen

Warnings: none

A/n: I love him so much

When you’re on the phone he moans obnoxiously

Steals your food

Sets random alarms on your phone at like, 4am

Talks you into pranking Evan with him

Leaves out condoms around you (you know well that they are all expired and no more than a prop-)

Puts on movies like “Human Centipede” at sleepovers

Plays All-Star and Airplanes obnoxiously loud when he gives you a ride

Plays Happy Birthday on a kazoo for you

Drives with you to get food at 3am

Definitely showed you two girls one cup with no warning, especially if you’re more of an innocent person

Like I know this is not okay in the least, but Jared isn't perfect, he's not always the best person

Fake-spoils movies you want to watch

Plays with settings on your phone to make your life harder

If you’re a fanfiction writer - as soon as he gets ahold of your works he can and will pretend to read them out loud in public, just to give you a heart attack

Gives you those obnoxious Facebook t-shirts every chance he gets

And most importantly

Loves you and cares about you😌

#deh x reader #dear even hansen x reader #deh headcanons #jared kleinman #jared kleinman x reader #dear evan hansen

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aures-nook · 4 years

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im writing jared kleinman spicy hcs cause someone mentioned him and i think this is what they wanted but im not sure and they havent said yes to it so anyways im doing it

first of all-

teasing bastard

will go down on you for hours

and i mean hours

you tell this man to shut up once during the day you best bet he’s making a dumb remark

“oh honey, trust me, i’d rather be doing something very different with this tongue of mine”

sdfilaksdf;lkj

anyways

he honestly enjoys soft slow sex

like- idk

also dont mind me but i see him as a stoner-

especially in college and shit

so uh-

high sex high sex high sex\

im not sorry

#aure writes #aure thirsts #deh jared #jared kleinman x reader #jared kleinman #jared kleinman smut #asldkf #these kinda suck #but whatever

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dehobsessed · 4 years

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Partners pt 2 | College!Connor Murphy x Reader

a/n: so I had originally planned to make this a series but after the first part I kinda went MIA and never posted again but I finally have some inspiration so here is part two

Exchanging numbers with Connor had been the best decision you could have possibly made. Sure, the conversation started out focused on the final project, but eventually it shifted into something different, something more personal. You both sent each other quotes and lyrics that you loved, you sent him a few clips of your favorite pieces of writing. He vented to you about his family and parents, you talked about how lonely you felt sometimes. Eventually, you didn’t have to walk to class anymore. Connor picked you up every morning, your favorite coffee already waiting for you.

You enjoyed Connor’s company a lot, but you knew that the two of you would soon be parting ways. The end of the semester was coming up, which meant that the project that brought the two of you together was almost completed. You really didn’t want this semester to be over, you’d enjoyed all of your classes so much, and you’d actually made some friends, mostly because of Connor’s pushing.

It was the second to last day of class and, as usual, Connor picked you up in front of your dorm. It wasn’t far from your classes, definitely not too far of a walk, but it was getting warmer out and it was much more uncomfortable walking in the heat than the cold. The drive to campus was much quieter than usual, and Connor seemed to pick up on this pretty quickly, as he tried to fill the space with jokes and music, anything to get you to smile up at him.

Connor’s a little shocked when you, without saying a thing to him, get out and bolt for the classroom, leaving your still warm coffee behind. He grabs it for you and makes his way after you, long legs allowing him to quickly catch up to you.

“Hey, what’s going on with you?” He asks, stepping in front of you, forcing you to stop.

“It’s nothing, Connor, don’t worry about it.” You say, pushing your glasses higher up on your nose as you avoid his gaze.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing. Seriously, what’s going on?” He asks, eyes focused on you.

“I’m just not ready for this semester to end because that means this ends.” Your voice is soft, eyes glued to the ground in front of you. You can hear him sigh and shuffle closer to you, and then you feel his hand take yours.

“This doesn’t have to end just because the semester is ending. We can still be friends, Y/n.” He tilts his head, encouraging you to look up at him. You make eye contact with him and fight the urge to burst into tears.

“I’m going back home for the summer, though. We won’t be able to see each other until the fall.” You say and he just shrugs.

“That’s what they make phones for, dork.” Connor says with a soft chuckle, rolling his eyes.

“So you didn’t do all of this just to pass the class?” You ask, slightly teasingly.

“What? No, of course not.” Connor says, laughing as he runs a hand through his hair. “I did this because this really cute girl let me borrow a pen when I didn’t have one.” Your eyes widen at his comment, which Connor notices. He starts to walk away, still carrying your coffee.

“Well, I guess that’s good.” You say, hurrying to catch up with him. you grab your coffee from him, smiling. “Thanks for the coffee, dork.”

#connor murphy x reader #jared kleinman x reader #connor murphy imagines #evan hansen x reader #evan hansen imagine #dear evan hansen imagines #connor murphy au

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paintingdysfunction · 4 years

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me in the shower: have you seen this? someone put a video of your speech online. my speech? people started sharing it, i guess, and now connor is- your speech is everywhere. this morning, the connor project page, it only had FIFTY six people following it. how many does it have now? fou- 16,239! i don’t understand, w-what happened? AHG! you did! there’s a PLACE where we don’t have to feel unKNOOWNNNNN

my mom: what the fuck

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sadboi-writer · 1 year

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Hello there :)

I just want to say that I am very new to tumblr and i dont know how this works haha

Can I request a connor murphy x reader where the reader stands up for him in the cafeteria at the first day of school? And that the reader kinda struggles with their mental health and they just comfort each other and stuff? I hope that's okay :)

An Angel In Disguise

Connor Murphy x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, mention of suicide

Summary: When Derek Fulton takes it upon himself to call out the "freak" of the school it's not Evan Hansen or Jared Kleinman who sticks up for Connor. No, it's the newest student at the school Y/N L/N who wrecks Derek's pride and defends the broody boy. Maybe it's because they can clock Connor's problems from a mile away.

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for not writing in so long! I got really caught up in the first musical of my senior year. But, I'm on thanksgiving break now so I'll try to get out as many requests as I can!

A sigh fell from their lips.

Too loud. Y/N thought as they pushed through the crowd of students fighting to get to their first hours.

Looking down at their schedule Y/N saw the locker number and combination written on it by the counselor. They found it, but there were already four guys in front of it.

One was blond, he was wearing a blue shirt, and he looked nervous. Another had brown curly hair and boxy glasses, he wore a Galaga t-shirt under a black starry button down. Another looked like a stereotypical jock, letterman jacket, red close cropped hair, and a fuck-boy face. The fourth guy had longer brown hair, it was down to his shoulders, and he was wearing layers of grey and black.

It looked like the jock was giving them some trouble. Y/N rolled their eyes, So fucking cliche, they thought.

Y/N approached their locker, and the jock eyed them warily.

"Just kill yourself, Murphy." He said, seemingly to the longer haired one

Y/N straightened their shoulders, turning to the small group. Before the jock could continue Y/N placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away from the boys.

"Ew. No, sir." Y/N snapped, "Who the fuck do you think you are to say that to someone? How about you do everyone a favor, apologize to him, and then go learn how to be a decent person."

"And who are you?" The guy growled

Y/N smiled, "Y/N L/N. And your worst nightmare if you don't turn around and apologize to the tree that gave you the air to say that."

The jock huffed and walked away. Y/N turned back to the other boys. The proclaimed “Murphy” was staring at the ground.

“So, he’s a complete asshole, huh?” Y/N commented

The boy in blue nodded, “Y-Yeah. Uh, thank you.”

Y/N softened at the nervousness of the boys. The one in the starry button down was looking anywhere but at Y/N. They stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Are you guys okay?” Y/N asked softly

“Uhm, yeah.” said button down boy

“Murphy?” Y/N cooed

He looked up, he was fighting back tears. Y/N could tell, they’d done that so many times. He was trying to not cry in front of his friends.

“I’m fine.” He mumbled

Y/N nodded, “I’ll walk with you to class.”

The other two boys waved and walked away. Y/N took “Murphy”’s hand and walked him out to the front steps. A look of confusion donning his face. Y/N sat and patted the spot next to them.

“Don’t listen to that guy.” Y/N said, “He’s an asshole who wants to make you miserable because he doesn’t want anyone to be happy.”

He shook his head, “I wasn’t gonna-”

“Yes you were,” Y/N gave him a look, “I’ve been there, dude. It gets to be too much, doesn’t it?”

He was silent for a moment.

“Yeah.”

His response was quiet, almost inaudible. Y/N looked over and saw the tears had finally been released.

“It just feels like it would be so much easier. That so many people would be so much happier without me.”

Y/N nodded, they had been there. Had felt that exact thing.

“But they wouldn’t. Your friends? Those boys from the hall? Would be absolutely devastated.” Y/N replied, “Your parents would be crushed. All of your teachers would ask how they could’ve helped you more. Peers? They would think back on every single thing they said to you and regret not talking to you more. It seems easier, but it isn’t.”

He was silent, tears flowing. And Y/N wrapped their arm around his shoulder.

“It’ll pass. You wanna know how I know? Because I’ve been there.” Y/N continued, “There will be highs and lows. Times where all you want to do is go to sleep and not wake up. But, every day that you wake up and cope with all of those emotions. You’re winning a battle. A battle for your future. A future that is so, so bright.”

He sniffled, “Thank you.”

Y/N pulled him against them and let him cry into their shirt. And there they stayed for the rest of first hour. A new friendship blossoming.

#dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen x reader #evan hansen #connor murphy #jared kleinman #connor murphy x reader

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jaredkleinmeme · 4 years

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what would ya honeymoon with jared or jeremy (you can choose!) be like?

let’s go with jared, i love that dude

You guys went to the city for your honeymoon actually, New York City to be exact

The original plan was Hawaii, but you guys decided last minute to change your plans

There’s nothing better than an over expensive NYC hotel that’s not that good

But you didn’t spend much time in your hotel room anyways

A lot of your time was spent in Times Square

It was cold when you went because you had your wedding in November

but it was worth it

You went to Gregory’s Coffee, which was really good

Jared was really excited when you guys went to M&M’s World because he loves candy

You guys saw Waitress and on the way back to the hotel you made him listen to the cast recording because you thought it was really good

He secretly really liked it

Jared almost started crying because it was really cold

So you guys had to stop at a McDonalds so you could warm up

And then he made you take him back to M&M’s World so he could buy more candy

#💛 emily’s post 💛#dear evan hansen #jared kleinman #jared kleinman x reader #jaredkleinmeme hcs #idk where dear evan hansen is set #ive been trying to figure it out #so i hope that its not new york

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coltonthelizard · 5 years

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the most jared kleinman tweet i’ve seen

#dear evan hansen #jared kleinman #will roland #sky lakota lynch #jared kleinman x reader #connor murphy #evan hansen #mike faist #deh #ben platt #zoe murphy #connor murphy x reader #laura dreyfuss #broadway #be more chill #jeremy heere #the prom #notes #1k

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gxrcias-gothgf · 4 years

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Eiffel For You (Jared Kleinman X Reader)

Authors Note: I'm going to start a tag list so if you want to be on it let me know

Requested Enemies to lovers? Like Jared is a complete ass and flirts nonstop to annoy Reader? Oh my god that's too much. I don't really care, I love your writing =)

•••

Only one more period before lunch, you thought to yourself happily as you walked.

“Hey Y/N. I have a question,” Jared said as he caught up to you in the hallway on the way to class.

“What is it today Kleinman?” You huffed and tried to quicken your steps.

“Can you touch my hand?” Jared smirked at you.

“For what reason?” You eyed him suspiciously out of the corner of your eye.

“So I can tell my friends I've been touched by an angel.”

You proceeded to roll your eyes and wave goodbye to the boy as you walked into your class. You set your backpack on top of your desk and sat in your seat before sighing. You leaned your head back onto the desk behind you.

“Jared being annoying again?” your friend, Evan, asked while looking up from his notebook.

“When is he not?” You said closing your eyes. “Don’t answer that. He’s less annoying when it comes to you.”

Class started a few moments later. Throughout the class period you took notes and paid attention to the best of your ability. Thankfully the class seemed to fly by today and you were on your way to lunch where you would be able to relax and talk to your friends. As you were walking to your friends’ table, you sensed someone walking next to you.

“Can I borrow your inhaler because you took my breath away,” the person which earned them an eye roll from you.

“Yeah okay Kleinman,” you laughed the comment off as you continued to walk.

Jared almost tripped over someone’s backpack trying to keep up with you. This caused his face to brighten as he jogged to meet your footsteps.

“You must be a tower because eiffel for you,” the boy told you, sending a very, very bad attempt to wink in your direction.

“I’m going to go before I put your head through a wall,” you sighed as you sat down at your table. Jared sent a fake smile to you before walking off.

“Hey Y/N,” your friend, Tyler, greeted with a smile. You smiled in return before taking a sip from your water bottle. The two of you, along with your other two friends, laughed and joked around during the lunch break. You jokingly fainted when the three of them offered you a ride home.

“Three people fighting for my attention? This is so new and exciting,” you laughed knowing that they all carpooled.

The rest of the school day went by quickly it seemed. When you arrived at school the next day, something felt off. It was as if someone was missing. It wasn’t until your walk to fourth period that you realized what was different. Jared wasn’t there. When you walked into class you turned to Evan who was playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Hey Evan,” you softly smiled at him. He looked up and returned the smile before returning his gaze to his lap.

As the day continued, Jared never came and talked to you. In fact you hadn’t seen him at all that day. You decided to find Evan.

“Hey Evan, do you know where Kleinman is? I haven’t seen him today,” you asked as the two of you walked out of the school.

“He decided to leave you alone. He thinks he annoys you too much,” Evan commented, continuing to play with the hem of his shirt.

“Now I feel bad. It felt weird without his awful pick up lines,” you commented looking at the people passing by.

“He does it because he likes you. And I’ve said too much. I’ll see you later,” Evan said before hastily walking away to where you both saw Jared waiting in the distance. You stood frozen for a moment before walking in the other direction where Tyler was waiting for you with the other boys.

The next day the moment you saw Jared in the hallway, you walked up to him. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him behind you to a less crowded hallway. Once you stopped walking you turned toward him.

“Let me say everything I plan on saying and then you can have a turn to talk, okay?” You started. Jared nodded and put his hands in his pocket and rocked on his heels.

“Okay so first of all it felt weird without you talking to me. Please never let that happen again unless you’re sick. If you’re ever sick stay six feet away from me please. Also if you want to hang out just ask me please. As much as you annoy me I’m used to having around. Okay now your turn.”

Jared looked at you for a moment, frozen. He thought you were going to bring up the fact that Evan had told you that Jared liked you. He sighed before he started talking.

“Okay. Do you want to hang out today?” Was the first th7ng to pop out of the boy’s mouth.

“Sure. I’ll meet you at the front of the school. We have to get to class,” you shield before walking away.

Jared started at your retreating figure for a few moments before also heading to class.

After a few weeks of normal and regularly scheduled hangouts with Jared you realized that you quite possibly had feelings for him. He had told you early on more like the first time you two hung out in your new found friendship that he liked you. It was now just a matter of if you wanted to tell him.

Jared was driving you home from seeing some new movie you both agreed wasn’t very good. You had put a lot of thought into how you would go about what you were about to do. You decided to just do it.

“Jared, can you pull over real quick please?” You asked as the two of you had been in the car for a few minutes. He pulled the car into a random fast food parking lot and looked at you.

Okay just do it Y/N. You can do this, you thought to yourself.

You quickly took a deep breath before you started talking again. “Okay I like you too. I just thought I should,” you were cut off by Jared.

“Can you shut up so I can kiss you please,” Jared smirked at you before you both leaned in. After pulling away, Jared smiled at you and started the car on. As he continued to drive you home, he grabbed your hand and held it. You smiled to yourself for the rest of the ride home.

#dear evan hansen #deh #jared kleinman #jared x y/n #jared x reader #jared kleinman x reader #jared kleinman imagine #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen imagine

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