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[broadway-heere-i-come]

Evan thinks that Jared is homophobic because of his gay jokes and Jared thinks that Evan is homophobic because he doesn't like his gay jokes

[intricate-ritualz]

hey kleinsen nation (2 people cheer)

[kkachi35]

[aropride]

happened to my buddy jared kleinman dear evan hansen

[oldschool-analog]

It goes both ways

[nothingunrealistic]

1, kleinsen

1. “I love you, please don’t go.”

“And as soon as the new car gets delivered, the minivan is mine for good.” Jared flops onto his back so that he’s lying across the entire foot of Evan’s bed, legs dangling over the side. “The Jaredmobile is gonna hit these streets harder than —”

“Are you really calling it that?” Evan has ridden in Jared’s mom’s minivan, soon to be Jared’s minivan, and it is mobile, but that’s kind of a low bar. It probably shouldn’t be hitting anything hard.

“Haven’t decided. But I know what bumper sticker is going on there first.” Jared sticks his phone in Evan’s face. “Check it.”

“‘Caution: This vehicle makes frequent stops at your mom’s house.’”

“It’s gonna be true. Especially at your mom’s house.”

“You mean my house?”

“Is your name on the property deed? I don’t think so.” Jared grimaces, wriggles around, and nearly whacks Evan in the face with his phone as he pulls out a mechanical pencil he was lying on. “And when, after I’ve spent another week chauffeuring your sorry ass around, she invites me to stay the night —”

“Mom works nights.”

“— is it gonna be you saying ‘please, I love you, please don’t go’ in the morning?” He rhythmically raps Evan’s knee with the pencil. “I. Don’t. Think. So.”

“You’re gross. And that’s my pencil.”

“Finders keepers, bro.”

“Boys?” Mom knocks on the door and opens it half a second later; in that half second, Jared shoves himself upright and slaps the pencil into Evan’s hand, and something that sounds a lot like Jared’s phone hits the floor. “Everything okay? Is that project coming along?”

“Going great, Mrs. H.,” Jared says, over top of Evan’s “Fine, Mom.”

“Good. That’s good. Well, I’m heading out to work.” She already looks as frazzled as if she just came back from a shift. “There’s money on the table so you two can order dinner. I think Domino’s is doing their half off deal again, but make sure you check. Jared, will your mom be able to pick you up? I’ll be back too late to give you a ride home.” And suddenly Evan is terrified that Jared will say some stupid thing about Mom giving him a ride, and she’ll get mad and tell him to go home now, and Evan will have to finish this English project on his own, and he’ll probably get a terrible grade, and Jared will be mad at him even though it’ll be Jared’s fault in the first place, and —

“Won’t be a problem,” Jared says, perfectly polite.

“Great. Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Evan, I love you.”

Mom walks back out, but she doesn’t shut the door, so Evan counts to five before he says, “Thank you for not saying anything weird.”

“To your mom? What, do you think I’m some kind of male chauvinist pig? Thanks for nothing, Billie Jean.”

“Is that what that song’s about?”

“What — no. Never mind.” Jared bends over and retrieves his phone from the floor. “I’m hungry. Let’s get some shitty half-price pizza. Which is a ridiculous deal, by the way.”

“I think it’s a March Madness thing.”

“In April?”

“Maybe it’s an extra-long deal.”

“Madness is right. How much money are we working with here?”

“Probably twenty dollars.” An engine starts outside; Evan shifts over on the bed to look out the window, watching to confirm that it’s Mom’s car, until it turns left and vanishes from sight. “But, uh, when the pizza gets here —”

“Yes, I’ll get the door so you don’t have to have a breakdown about it. Never fear.”

(angst/fluff prompt list)

[pumpkinrootbeer]

i will never recover from the time an actor described Jared's character as "clinging on to Evan the same way Evan clings on to Zoe" or something like that.... I need to eat glass like what the fuck am I supposed to do with that

[emwallas176]

OTP Formula:

Weight of the World on Their Shoulders 🤝 Person Who Knows Them Better Than Anyone

Bonus: anxious 🤝 repressed

[sochilll]

Kleinsen 58.. please....

58. "Do I make you nervous?" (Prompt list!)

“I mean, what’s the point of coming to a gay club if you weren’t gonna flirt with any guys?” Jared took a long sip of his drink. He’d ordered a vodka coke but the ice was melting quick and he needed to finish it before the watery vodka and flat soda became nauseating.

“The environment. The culture.” Evan’s cup was still full. He’d gotten a vodka coke too, mostly because saying “I’ll have the same” was easier than making a choice.

“Bullshit.”

“I just can’t.” Evan raised his voice to be heard over the music. “I get nervous around hot guys.”

“Why’d you gesture at me?”

“I didn’t,” Evan said quickly.

“Yes you did. You said ‘hot guys’ and then clearly gestured toward me.”

“No I didn’t,” Evan insisted.

Jared tilted his head. “Do… I make you nervous?”

“You make me irritated.”

Jared stepped toward him. He was having a whirlwind of a night and something in the back of his only slightly alcohol muddled brain was telling him to ruin his longest lasting friendship.

“Evan,” Jared leaned into his space. “Do I make you nervous?”

Evan’s entire face was bright red but to his credit, he remained strong.

“No. You’re pretty much the only person who doesn’t.”

Jared considered that. “Is that better or worse?”

“I… don’t know,” Evan’s eyes only dipped for a second but Jared still caught it. “I can’t… think. I… you’re throwing me off.”

“Why?”

“Cause you’re annoying.”

“You’re a shitty liar.” Jared grinned. “You wouldn’t hang out with me so much if you didn’t like me.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t like you. You’re just annoying too.”

Jared reached behind Evan to set his cup on the bar. Evan jumped, bumping into the polished wood behind him.

“Very normal reaction.”

“Shut up,” Evan mumbled. “Didn’t you come here to pick up a guy? Why don’t you go do that?”

Jared shrugged, the two shots and the vodka coke were mingling in his brain. “Maybe I am.”

Evan sputtered.

Jared smiled slightly. “You can say no.”

It took Evan a few moments to stop stammering. He took a long drink and then set his cup on the bar. “I’m not saying no.”

Jared kissed him before he could think better of it. Evan’s hands were clumsy, landing on Jared’s hips for a moment before pulling back and resting on his shoulders instead. Jared pressed him into the bar which was probably uncomfortable but Evan wasn’t complaining.

They were interrupted by a sharp elbow in Jared’s back. It wasn’t completely uncalled for as they were blocking the bar, but Jared gave the guy a dirty look anyway.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” He asked Evan leaning closer than he needed to under the pretense of being heard over the music. “I have a really nice place a few blocks away.”

“You have a studio and it’s shit.” Evan said, but he followed Jared anyway.

They stumbled out into the cool, fresh air. It was a relief after being in the stuffy club. Jared stood there for a moment, enjoying the breeze.

“Jared,” Evan raised his eyebrows. He was hugging his arms and shivering slightly. “Are we gonna go?”

Jared looked at him. Evan. Standing there, waiting to follow Jared home. Looking at Jared like nothing at all was wrong. Like they hadn’t ruined anything.

“Jared,” he said again, smiling slightly. “I’m freezing. Can we go?”

“Yeah,” Jared stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Come on.”

He started off, Evan catching up and falling into step beside him.

[katzdxd]

no one:

kleinsen deniers reading the novel witnessing evan describe how utterly attractive he thinks jared is TWICE (at least):

[crimson-chaser]

Last night I had a dream about Conner Murphy, Evan Hansen, and Jared Kleinman smoking crack cocaine in a basement and they were all boyfriends with each other...

Man my dream have been getting weird as fuck..

[intricate-ritualz]

glasses x no glasses supremacy

[kkachi35]

[theabyssgazesalsointoyou]

+ kleinsen doodle 💙

[oldschool-analog]

THIS SHIT IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE

“Jared and I weren’t the soldiering types, but in a way, we’d been to battle together, and there was no one else besides the two of us who knew the true depths of what we had done.”

“Either way, the takeaway for me was the same: miracle of all miracles, Jared Kleinman had a heart.”

WHAT??? HUH????? VAL EMMICH??? HE WROTE THIS AND THEY *LET* HIM?????? I HAVE MAJOR BEEF WITH THE NOVEL BUT THIS IS THE BEST THING TO COME OUT OF IT