#dear evan hansen x fem!reader

[dreaminginpastels]

Hi Daniella!, Can I ask for a fem!reader for Conor Murphy, in which the reader has a big family with a couple of brothers and sisters (she is the oldest) and she wants to introduce Connor to them, but my poor Con is very insecure about it ?. If you don't fell like doing it is totally fine, take care ❤

Nela

open your eyes

pairing: connor murphy x fem!reader

summary: connor is finally comfortable to be himself in your relationship when you decide it’s time for him to meet your big family

warnings: slight angst, mentions of mental health struggles, bullying,  and insecurity (because it’s Connor)

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 1.8k

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Connor Murphy was in love with you. But then again, he’d never really had any other option. You weren’t the type to give up on anyone, and once you’d decided that you would be friends with Connor Murphy, well, the boy didn’t stand a chance.

He’d fallen for you slowly, ever careful with his fragile heart. Had done everything that he could to deter you. He’d put on a tough facade, determined to not fall for those doe eyes of yours, but his walls had started to crumble from the first moment he heard your sweet voice.

It had been your first day of school, a year ago or thereabouts, and he had been grabbing books out of his locker when he’d heard confident steps approaching him. He’d flinched, used to being grabbed and shoved against lockers, or shoved to the ground, books toppling around him. High schoolers were not kind. His nervous system relaxed, however, when he’d seen you looking up at him, shoulders back, with a determined smile on your face. “Hi, I’m new here and-”

“I can tell.”

“Oh! Right, sorry.” You smiled, shaking off his rude interruption. “I’m y/n, it’s my first day and I was wondering if you could tell me where room 416 is?”

He rolled his eyes, painful as it was to treat such adorableness with displeasure. Still, he couldn’t let anyone in. Not when he’d been hurt too many times before. “Look, what I mean is I can tell you’re new here because no one speaks to me unless they’re looking for trouble. But, if it gets you out of my hair, it’s down the hall, to your left, and then your third right. Got it?”

You nodded, smiling up at him as he turned back to his locker. “Thank you…uh…”

He sighed, closing his locker door and turning to you. “It’s Connor.”

“Oh, well thank you Connor, I-”

Your voice had paused as he turned and walked down the hallway in the opposite direction. That hadn’t stopped you though. “I hope you have a great day!”

It would take him months to tell you, but as he walked away from you that day, a small smile spread across his face at your kind words. He told himself not to think anything of it, but figured as he’d probably never see you again, he could allow himself to enjoy that small moment of kindness. It was a rare occurrence for him after all.

Until it wasn’t. A few days later, he was sitting alone in the cafeteria when a lunch tray appeared next to him. Again, he flinched at the sound of it hitting the table, used to being approached by bullies intending to threaten him or tease him about…existing…he figured. But again, he’d been surprised when those increasingly familiar doe eyes looked up at him. “Hi Connor, it’s uh, y/n? We met the other day. I just wanted to say thank you for helping me find my class. It’s nice to have a friend, this school is bigger than I imagined.”

He was flabbergasted. A beautiful girl kept approaching him, and had now decided that they were friends? After a miniscule interaction? He had to be dreaming. These kinds of things didn’t happen to guys like him. And yet there you were, awaiting his response patiently while he sat there like a moron staring blankly back at you. Nice one Connor. He laughed as he thought back to how awkward he’d been.

“People don’t usually sit with me.”

Somehow emboldened by his words, you shuffled closer. He felt his walls begin to crumble. “Well there’s always a first!”

He stared at you before coughing himself into action, he figured he should at least give talking to you a go. “How, uh- How was your first day anyway?”

Your mouth broke into a warm smile. Crumble. “It was alright, a bit lonely, people don’t seem to want to give new people a chance here, but-”

“Oh, they don’t give anyone that isn’t a part of their cliques a chance, don’t take it personally.”

“Thanks Connor,” Those doe eyes met his cautious irises. Crumble. “So how’s your day?”

He grimaced then, not used to people asking him about himself. He took a deep breath and gave his best attempt at a smile. “It’s, uh- okay? I don’t usually have someone to talk to about my day so I’m not really sure what to say.”

You frowned at him, which, against his better judgement, caused a deep laugh to emerge from his chest. Crumble. He couldn’t help it, your concern for him was adorable. Those walls he built to keep himself safe were no match for your kind heart. “Well, here.”

You leaned down and took out a notebook and pen from your bag before writing on the page, ripping it out, and handing it to him. When he took the page from you, his hand trembled as he realised what had happened. He looked up at you with the expression of a child being given their first dose of affection. You smiled, resolute. “Now you have my number, so you can call or text to tell me about your day if you ever want to.”

He couldn’t get the smile off his face for the rest of the day, palming the page in the pocket of his hoodie whenever he needed a reminder that someone as wonderful as you actually seemed to care about him. Little did he know how your heart had soared when, an hour after school, your phone buzzed with his first message:

Hi y/n, this is Connor. Thanks for being my friend. You’re a cool person.

Followed immediately by another after as he realised that his message was a bit cold.

:)

You’d giggled the whole way home.

A year later, and you had happily been dating for eight months. It had been tough, what with Connor’s seemingly endless self-doubts and insecurities, but you were going strong. Connor had made you more considerate and thoughtful, taking extra care to stop and pay attention to the world around you, and you had made him open up, showed him that it was okay to let the world in and that not everyone was out to hurt him.

Connor was finally comfortable being himself, secure in the relationship, when you decided that it was time for your worlds to combine. Your mother had been insisting for months that she wanted to have your boyfriend over for dinner, and having seen Connor so happy lately, you figured now was as good a time as any.

You imagined it going so smoothly, with Connor melting into your arms and being so excited to meet the people that loved you as much as he did. What happened instead was that Connor stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, then stood up, mumbled something about being late for class, and left the cafeteria. Despite it being the middle of the lunch break.

Anyone else would’ve been worried but you knew Connor. He just needed a bit of time to think about things and then he would come find you and talk about it. Sure enough, he approached your locker right after the school bell rang to finish the day.

He looked at you nervously, arms folding in on themselves. “Can, uh, we talk?”

You nodded. “Of course we can, love.”

You walked to a nearby park where you often spent time, the two of you sitting down on a park bench. A group of young kids were kicking a soccer ball around between them, while others sat on swings. You looked at Connor whose gaze was locked on the group kicking the ball around in a desperate bid to avoid your eyes. “Sweetheart, what’s going on in that mind? Please let me in.”

He sighed, studying the gravel below you with his head in his hands. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to meet your family.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. “And why is that?”

Running his hands through his hair, he finally looked up at you. “I’m not a..people person…like you. I mean, you remember what I was like before we were dating, I’m not good at looking at people, let alone talking to them, let alone trying to impress your family who…”

His eyes widened. “-your large family, who I’m just never going to be enough for. Your parents are already going to stress me out and you can at least hold an adult conversation with them. How am I supposed to make a good impression on your siblings? They’re kids! I’m horrible with kids.”

Just as Connor was returning to his head-in-hands-moping position, a ball landed at his feet. “Hey, pass us the ball!”

Connor slowly stood up, gently dribbling the ball between his feet before jogging over to the group and passing it to the boy that had called out. “Dude, that was some super quick footing before, do you play professionally or something?”

You watched the young boy blush, rubbing a hand behind his neck bashfully. “Haha, no!”

Connor leaned down, “You sure? With moves like that I wouldn’t be surprised if you make the big leagues with some patience and practice!”

The kid squinted up at your boyfriend, smiling excitedly, and your heart melted at the sight. Connor reached over and ruffled the boy’s hair before heading back over to you. He turned around to the boy, pointing a finger at him and calling out, “Gotta put in the hard work, alright?”

The kid nodded as Connor sat back next to you. You noted how his body language had shifted: he was more open, happier, content. At least until he remembered the conversation he had left. He sighed, “I just…they’re going to hate me.”

“Connor, hey,” You reached out an arm, noting the way he flinched before easing into your touch. It broke your heart how much pain he held inside him, despite how far he’d come. How far you both had. “They’re going to love you. You have so much heart, my love. You try so hard to be loving and kind despite all that you’re going through. How could they not love you?”

He lingered in your gaze before looking back out to the park, letting out a deep exhale. You took the opportunity to continue. “I mean, look at how you just made that little boy’s day. He’s not going to forget the guy that went up to him in the park and believed in him and his dreams. If you can do that, you can sure as hell hold a conversation with my siblings.”

He looked up at you, a glint of hope in his eye and a small smile appearing on his face. “You think?”

You smiled, “Absolutely. And besides, do you really think I’d ever let you get hurt by someone, even slightly? If my family says anything that upsets you, I’ll be right there. And I’ll give them a piece of my mind.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, angling down to kiss the top of your hair. “How did I ever get lucky enough to find you?”

You smiled into his embrace, “You opened your eyes.”

a/n: hi lovely Nela! thank you for being so patient waiting for me to tackle one of your wonderful requests. I figured since you’re a bit nervous about your upcoming adventure that I would surprise you with a story to cheer you up! I hope that this is everything that you wanted it to be. thank you for always being such a wonderful friend 💜

p.s. I listened to the writing playlist you made me while writing this and I absolutely adore it 🥰

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[sadboi-writer]

Musical Theater Masterlist

Be More Chill:

Nothing here yet!

Dear Evan Hansen:

Don’t Say That (Jared Kleinman x Fem!Reader)

Legally Blonde:

Nothing here yet!

Something Rotten:

Nothing here yet!

#musical theater #michael mell #jeremy heere #connor murphy #evan hansen #orpheus #euridyce #jared kleinman #jason dean #veronica sawyer

[scftiekaren]

We Will Sing A Requiem Tonight

Pairing: Zoe Murphy x Fem!Reader

Warning: Mentions about death, Grieving and Fluff

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“I Won’t Give You A Requiem” Zoe chokes back the little bit of her sobs  “Tap Tap” she look behind her and sees y/n tapping on the glass of her brothers window “Y/n?” she asks opening the window “I heard what happened about your brother so I figured your parents needed space so I came through the window” “oh well come in” she says with a smile “you look a tad cheery for someone who’s brother just died” she sighs “Y/n I’m going to be 100% honest with you” “Say whats on your mind” 

 “I don’t know how I should feel about Connors death, Part of me should feel sad because that my brother my family and then another part of me doesn’t feel sorry for him because I had to put up with his crap for so long “I don’t want to give him a requiem I won’t sing a requiem” you give Zoe a half smile“We Will Sing A Requiem Tonight, there were a lot of kids who just needed space but also wanted to feel loved but he just couldn’t balance that at the same time. Even though he never showed he loved you he did because to me it seemed like you were his everything”. 

There was a pink shade that dusted across Zoe’s cheeks, then there was a pause like Zoe was in deep thought, you notice a paper in Zoe’s hand “What’s that?” Zoe looks at the paper “This, some kid named Evan Hansen showed us this letter of him and Connors talks and friendship or whatever” “Can I read it?” she hands the paper to you “go nuts” You read over the letter “This might sound pretty weird but this letter looks fake” she looks at you with a face “How come?” 

“I didn’t know Connor that well but even to his greatest friend he would not speak like this and the spelling is perfect Connor hardly spells any words correctly” “Wow I never noticed that, I believed it because my parents are pretty hungover about it” I toss the letter out the open window “Welp sucks for that Evan kid” “Anyways” she says jumping up from her bed “I’m in the mood for a movie how about you?” “Definitely” you guys pick a movie and cuddle with Zoe falling asleep in your arms 10 minutes later. You give her a peck on her forehead whispering “I love you Zo”, you hear her whisper to you in her sleep “Love you to Y/n”

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Hope you guys enjoyed love you guys:)

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[boiguts]

Can I request an Evan Hansen x fem!reader? Evan eating the reader out for the first time. If you are uncomfortable with that, than even helping reader with applying for conservatories since shes an actress (musical theatre). So like picking audition sing and monologues, picking schools, etc.

Um wow um let’s go with the sfw one :3

Evan helping fem!Reader pick a audition song!

- Okay, let’s get one thing straight: Evan doesn’t know SHIT about music.^- The only thing he knows about music is ✨Jazz Band✨

- He’s not the most helpful, since he thinks you sound pretty no matter what.

- He’ll sit and listen to you sing through a few songs, occasionally tapping his foot to the beat.

- He’ll sometimes break into a cold sweat when you ask him which one (so you try not to do THAT often…)^- You have to then stop singing and calm him down a bit before continuing on.

- Evan will listen to you practice you chosen song, and help where he can.^- Honestly? That’s not a lot of places. But you still appreciate it!

- He get’s triggered if the song even includes the words “dear” or “tree”.^- So that’s an obstacle you have to just barely dodge.

(Sorry, had to include that last one)

#deh #dear evan hansen #deh imagine #Evan hansen x reader #evan hansen x fem!reader #imagine #iimagines #deh imagines #deh imagine #deh evan

[a-simple-gaywitch]

Nice Bike

Summary: Connor falls for (Y/N), a greaser who works at the local mechanic’s shop. He makes it a habit to constantly bring his parents’ cars and his motorbike into the shop as an excuse to see her.

Author’s Note: I just really love this concept I’m sorry

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Connor was in love with you. He was so head-over-heels in love with you. He loved everything about you.

He loved how you wore a leather jacket every day, how your hair was always pulled back with a grease-stained bandanna. He knew you worked at your family’s auto shop after school, so he started finding excuses to visit.

He convinced Zoe to let him take their shared car for an oil change. When he got to the shop, he immediately spotted you. You had your hair tied back out of your face with your signature bandanna, you were wearing a grease-stained white tank top, and you had a pen tucked behind your ear. 

You looked up from your clipboard and smiled at Connor. “Hey, I know you. You’re the older Murphy kid.” You took your pen from behind your ear and scribbled something down. “The one people like making fun of for some reason.”

That was another thing Connor liked about you: you didn’t have much of a brain-to-mouth filter. You said what you were thinking and he admired that. 

“Uh, yeah,” Connor said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Anyway, u, I’m here for an oil change. My car’s in the parking lot.”

“Great, here, fill these out and give me your keys,” you said, handing Connor some paperwork. He handed you his keys and you whistled. “A Volkswagen? Those are expensive.”

“Perks of having rich parents,” he said, causing you to laugh. 

“So, I have to ask,” Connor said as you were working on his father’s car a few weeks later. “What’s with the Dallas Winston look?”

You rolled your eyes and slid out from underneath the car. “What’s it matter to you?”

“Just curious. I thought that style ended a lot time ago.” You flipped him off and he laughed. “No, seriously though.”

You shrugged. “When you’re grandfather’s mindset is stuck in 1958 and all your mother would watch was Grease, it kind of becomes your style.”

“Yeah, well, your friends all have the same style.”

“I’ve been friends with them for like 10 years, I kind of influenced them.” 

“Doesn’t the leather jacket get hot, though?”

“Says the guy wearing, what? 4 layers? In 75 degree weather.”

“Touche.”

You wiped your cheek and accidentally smeared oil on your face.

“Uh, you got something right...” Connor brushed his cheek with the side of his thumb.

“Oh, damn it,” you muttered, trying to wipe it off. “Eh, well.”

“Back again, Murphy?” you said when you spotted the long haired boy walking in. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have a crush on me.” You looked down at a paper in your hand so you didn’t see his cheeks flush red. “So, what do you have for me today?”

“Um-”

“Whoa, that’s a nice bike!” You said, noticing his motorcycle. You ran your hand across the handle bars. “And it’s a Harley?” You whispered.

Connor smiled at you a bit. “Maybe... maybe I can take you for a ride on it sometime.”

“Connor Murphy, are you asking me out?”

“And if I was?” he asked, picking at the sleeve of his jacket.

“I think I’d say yes,” you said with a smile. “But only if you take me on a ride on the bike.”

He smiled. “It’s a deal.”

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Author’s Note: @robot-anon @spade-anon @avocado-anon @diamond-anon @lil-sheep-anon @stargirl-murphy @watch-the-whole-world-disappear @hellakinkyconnor @hayleychr @amodestnewsie

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[writingevanhansen]

Hey, Neighbor. (Connor Murphy x fem!Reader)

should I be filling requests and stocking up on fics? probably. am i writing this stuff instead? you bet. if someone wants a gender neutral version just shoot me an ask!! i won’t mind making an edited version but i just felt like this was easier to write for a girl!!

Ship: Connor Murphy x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,571

“I think you’ll like it here, (Y/N)!” Your mom said.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Mom. Why do we need a new house? Our old house was fine. We’re not even moving to a new town! I’m going to the same school, except now it’s just farther away!” You said, clearly agitated. Your mom was driving you to the new house your family purchased. Your parents called it the “fancy” side of town, but you knew it was mainly where rich snobs lived, and you were neither of those things.

“Your dad got that big promotion, hun, and it was just time.” You stopped arguing with your mom. You knew it would go nowhere. “And also, we get to move in next to Cynthia! How exciting is that?!” Cynthia Murphy had been your mom’s best friend since before you can remember. Whenever you were younger, you and Zoe Murphy had lots of playdates. You knew there was a son named Connor, too, but you didn’t know much about him. His father always conveniently took him out on “father-son bonding trips” whenever you came over.

“I haven’t seen Zoe in awhile,” You thought out loud. “How is she?”

“I guess we will see tonight!” Your mother cheered. “We are going over to the Murphy’s for dinner! Cynthia and I have been so excited about…” your mom droned on as you zoned out, leaning back in your seat. Did this mean you had to dress up?

You pulled into the driveway of your new and excessively large home. It was white...and...excessively large. It was nearly identical to all of the other excessively large, white homes in the excessively large, white neighborhood. Your dad was coming with the moving van with the rest of the stuff later, so for now, all you had was your trust cardboard box filled with a few clothing items and knick knacks.

Taking your small cardboard box into your new room, you stepped back and observed it. There were 4 high, beige walls with a walk in closet. You even had your own bathroom! There were two windows: one looking out towards the road, and the other facing a house next door. You sigh and set down your box, taking out the contents inside: a string of fairy lights, some framed pictures from your family vacations, your makeup bag, a hairbrush and toothbrush, a polaroid of your best friend, your most comfortable pajama pants, a sweater, and a dress. You sighed. Since you couldn’t do anything else, you started getting ready for the Murphy’s. Your mind was in another world, thinking about how to hand up the fairy lights.

You struggled getting your shirt off for some odd reason, and you ended up sitting in the floor yanking at it, but it worked. You stood back up and kicked off your shoes and slid off your pants. You slipped the dress on and ran to the bathroom to fix your hair and touch up your makeup. The only shoes you had right now were the converse you had worn there, so the converse-dress combo would just have to do.

You and your mom walked over to the Murphy home together. Cynthia opened the door with a smiling face. “(Y/M/N)! (Y/N)! So nice to see you both! Come in!” She gave you a bone-crushing hug, as if you were a friend she hadn’t seen for centuries. Zoe appeared in the doorway.

“Hey, (Y/N).” She said with a gentle smile.

“Hey, Zoe. Long time no see.” You said, returning the smile.

“Zoe, why don’t you take (Y/N) to your room while I finish setting up the table? Me and (Y/M/N) need to have some Mother-Catch-Up-Time!” Cynthia said, laughing. Zoe nodded and gestured for you to follow her. You both walked in silence until you reached a small wood door. Zoe opened it and you followed.

“Sorry for the mess,” Zoe said, “I was practicing.” Sheet music was strewed about the room with a guitar laying on the bed in the midst of it all. You shrugged.

“It’s okay, my old room looked like a tornado blew through it.” You said. You both laughed (semi-awkwardly) at the small talk and continued the light chatter until there was a knock on the door.

“Zoe, when are those (Y/L/N) people getting here?” An unfamiliar voice said. The door swung open, revealing a tall, lanky boy dressed in dark clothing. You both made eye contact, and he turned red and fell silent.

“They’re here,” Zoe said, gesturing towards you, “and at least you knocked this time, but next time wait until I say you can-” The boy, still red, shut the door without another word. Zoe shrugged it off, “I’m sorry. He’s ridiculous.” You shook your head, still slightly shocked by the boy’s beauty.

“It’s fine...That was Connor, right?” you asked.

“Yeah. Have you never met him before?” Zoe said. You shook your head again. “Well...then you’re really lucky.”

Dinner was odd. You sat next to Zoe and across from Connor, who refused to look up from his plate of spaghetti. After a while, you noticed his odd behavior, and stared at him, trying to make some sort of eye contact. To your surprise, he looked right up at you, but then he turned back to the same shade of read and looked back down at his meal. You huffed quietly. What was his deal?

Your mom and Cynthia were having some more “Mother-Catch-Up-Time” after dinner, so you, Zoe, and surprisingly Connor, settled in the living room watching some movie you didn’t care to watch. You were staring at Connor, who was sitting in the armchair with his legs swung over the side, and his back leaning up against the other. You and Zoe were both sat on the couch. You kept staring at Connor. Every so often, he would glance back to look at you and would catch you staring. Then he would switch his head back towards the TV, tossing his hair over his shoulder.

Zoe got up to use the bathroom, and you decided to use this opportunity to talk to Connor. You stood up and squatted next to Connor.

“What’s up?” You asked. Apparently he hadn’t noticed you, because he jumped about a foot in the air.

“What...what do you mean?” He asked, tucking his hair behind his ear and re-adjusting himself to face you. You shrugged.

“Just trying to make conversation.” You sat with your legs folded on the floor next to him. Connor remained silent. “Okay, listen. I’m not an idiot. Something’s up. What’s wrong?” You ask. Connor shook his head.

“If I told you you’d hate me.” He said.

“Connor, I literally just met you. That’d have to be a pretty powerful statement to make me hate you already.” You put your hands behind you, leaning back, trying to make Connor more comfortable. He shifted more in his seat, remaining silent.

“Let’s go somewhere else.” He said, gesturing towards the noise of your drunk mothers in the kitchen. He stood up and grabbed your wrist, leading you towards the front door, making your heart lurch.

“What about Zoe?” you asked.

“Eh...she’ll be fine.”

Your feet dangled in the water of the Murphy’s pool as you sat on the edge with Connor. He had his pants rolled up and the pool light made his skin glow. You had sat in silence for the most part, but occasionally, you two would share small talk. It wasn’t an awkward silence, really, but more of a comfortable silence. Just to be able to relax in one another’s presence said more words than any conversation could. Finally, you addressed the elephant in the room.

“You never answered my question.” you said. You could hear Connor’s breathing hitch for a moment. He took a deep breath.

“(Y/N)...People think I’m a loser and a freak, and maybe I am, but when I tell you this, you have to promise to put all of those pre assumptions away, okay?” Connor said quietly. You nodded.

“I promise.” Connor took another deep breath and closed his eyes.

“I saw you naked.”

“WHAT?!” You shouted, turning towards him. Connor buried his head in his hands.

“I know and I’m sorry it was all a total accident it’s just that your window was open and mine is directly across from yours and I just glanced out my window and saw you and it was an accident I swear I’m not perverted or anything and-” his long string of words stopped when he saw your face. He just noticed that you were smiling, laughing even. Just laughing and shaking your head.

“Connor, I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot.” You said, smiling, placing a hand on his arm. His face became warm for what felt like the hundredth time that night. “It’s not your fault.” Removing your hand, you sat back. “I’m sorry you had to see me naked.”

Connor mumbled under his breath.

“What?” You said. Connor turned a deeper shade of red.

“I said you’re really pretty,” Connor muttered. Now you were the one to blush. You both sat there quietly, listening to the trickling water. You scooted over closer to him and grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers.

And that was all that needed to be said.

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[write-bout-idiots]

New Year with Zoe hc (fem reader)

I’m writing every day the last week of the year: DAY SEVEN.

Day one: Christmas surprise; Jack Kelly.

Day two: La isla.

Day three: Writer!Evan Headcanons.

Day four: Writer!Evan Headcanons part 2.

Day five: Dating Jack Kelly Headcanons.

Day six: Cuddling with Alana Headcanons,

A/N: the last day! i didn’t think i would be able to do this! This one is very self projecting and has a hispanic tradition because i love it too much i’m not even sorry. thank you for reading and if you ever want to request more, my asks are always open. Have a happy new year!

• You started talking to Zoe on the internet during the Connor Project

• When Evan confessed everything you finally spoke to her in school and you started dating a few weeks later.

• ((because Zoe is a huge bisexual and I l o v e her))

• a n y w a y

• Holidays were really hard in the Murphy’s house.

• It was their first Christmas without Connor and Zoe’s parents had been fighting and the family asked uncomfortable questions about her brother.

• “are you sad about your brother, honey?” Yes Susan, he died. what the fuck is wrong with you.

• On Christmas day she came over to you house to eat leftover breakfast and ended up crying for hours in your room.

• You explained the situation to your parents and they let you invite her to your new year’s party (more like a family reunion)

• She accepts without even asking her parents.

• She arrives early and helps you make cookies for your family.

• Then you go to your room to get ready.

• You paint each other’s nails and do each other’s make up

• Your family starts arriving to the dinner and you welcome all of them with your hand on Zoe’s waist.

• There were just a few people coming and, surprisingly, no one made bad comments about her.

• Actually, one of your aunts spent the whole night complementing her dress and making her blush.

• Then you and her husband started making jokes about who was dating a cuter girl?? So pure.

• After having dinner Zoe has a mini anxiety attack thinking of her parents being alone and about Connor.

• So you go upstairs to your room and she calls them and calms down.

• You fix her make up again and tell her how pretty she looks, and that Connor wouldn’t mind if she was having fun

• “hey, he probably would be mad at you for being sad and biting that nail polish that took me hours to get that pretty”

• She laughs and your little cousins start lighting up sparklers downstairs so you come down.

• You spend the rest of the night talking about music, history and books with your family.

• You hold her hand every time she tries to bite her nails again

• She puts her hand on your knee whenever someone says something that she knows will make you mad or uncomfortable.

• You kiss at midnight.

(This is an Hispanic tradition but I don’t want to take it off. We eat a grape with each bell strike at midnight of December 31; it’s for good luck but in my house, with each grape we make a wish or think or a purpose for the New Year so they’re doing that too)

• When you get the little plate with grapes you can’t think of any wishes or purposes.

• You had spent the whole week organizing everything and comforting Zoe that you didn’t make a list!!

• Zoe smiles at you while she eats her grapes.

• And now you have only one wish: to make Zoe Murphy smile like that all the time.

• Zoe calls her parents again to wish them a Happy New Year.

• You say goodbye to your family and hide in your room the rest of the night watching stranger things (again)

#writing challenge #write-bout-fandoms #my writing #my post #dear evan hansen #deh #headcanons #hc #deh hc #new year hc #zoe murphy #zoe murphy x reader #zoe x reader #fem reader #alana beck #evan hansen #connor murphy #jared kleinman #larry urphy #cynthia murphy #heidi hansen #hispanic reader #imagine #dating zoe murphy #requiem #only us #after deh

[sincerely-insanely-me-blog]

Sooooooo where are all the Zoe Murphy x Reader fics?

I need me some Zoe Murphy content. If you know of any please please please send em my way!!! My confused ass would be very grateful!!

#zoe murphy x reader #zoe murphy #zoe murphy x fem!reader #dear evan hansen imagine #dear evan hansen headcanons #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen #connor murphy x reader #connor murphy #evan hansen #evan hansen x reader #jared kleinman x reader #jared kleinman #alana beck #alana beck x reader

[fa1ry-tales]

𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗢 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗗

camilo madrigal x fem!reader

word count: 0.3k words

summary: basically the title!!

warnings: curse words, chaos tbh

notes: this is basically me putting myself in camilo madrigal’s life. also i’ve never seen any theatre kid fics even though camilo is a theatre kid so here it is

- okay so we all know camilo is a theatre kid

- like a huge theatre kid

- i mean this man will be blaring shit like wicked at 3 am to bother dolores

- he will shapeshift into the different actors

- but you are too congrats

- and like i said this is me inserting myself into his life so!

- so like every show you’ve done your in the dance core right?

- every show i’ve been casted in this year i’ve been dance core so that’s why you are!!

- let’s just say your favorite musical is anastasia- like me ahaha

- i can imagine camilo playing the whole soundtrack so he can understand why you love it

- and then he’ll tell you that if he ever lost you in a crowd of thousands he’d never rest until he finds you

- like the lyrics “in a crowd of thousands, i’d find you again”

- bestie bae you’re blushing like crazy now

- and like he loves it so much

- you guys would recreate “something to believe in” together

- and that’s how you have your first kiss

- i can just imagine him watching you dance when you’re rehearsing

- and he loves watching you when you finally got that turn that’s been confusing you since you learnt it

- he smiles as you jump cheering and then try it again

- he is your biggest supporter and you’re his

- when you listen to “you love who you love” you think of him

- imagine singing heart of stone, and he walks in😩😩😩

- singing “rewrite the starts”, standing on his bed

- pepa and felix walk in just to watch y’all

- also “that would be enough” from hamilton

- “everything to win” and the reprise from anastasia

- oh my god y’all are just so fucking cute

- y’all watched the dead girl walking scene from heathers and blushed like there was no tomorrow

- when y’all are watching hamilton you sing helpless to him and he thinks it’s the cutest fucking thing in the world

- and then listening to dear even hansen and he sings if i could tell her

- oh my gosh you swooning

- that’s all i could come up with so lmk if you want a part 2!!

oh oh!! here’s links to the musicals i mentioned!!!

anastasia, newsies, bonnie and clyde, greatest showman, six, hamilton, heathers, dear evan hansen

#camilo x reader #camilo madrigal x y/n #encanto #disney’s encanto #disney #anastasia #hamilton #bonnie and clyde #wicked #six the musical #dear evan hansen #heathers the musical #the greatest showman #theatre kid

[readbyred]

Masterlist

🗡️ Heroes of Olympus/Percy Jackson

💗hoo!girls x child of hades!reader

🔮 someone assuming you're dating octavian

🧿 someone assuming you're dating alabaster

🌩️ someone assuming you’re dating jason

🛡️someone assuming you’re dating reyna

🏝️ Total Drama

🏆Priya: asking for crush advice

🏆priya talking about her crush

🥤zee: asking for crush advice

💀scary girl: asking for crush advice

🍕chase: asking for crush advice

🍕chase x reader playlist (special)

🗯️ripper: asking for crush advice

🗯️ripper x calm!mute!fem!reader

🗯️ripper talking about his crush

🗯ripper x fem!gamer!asshole/crude!reader

🧪damien talking about his crush

📝millie talking about her crush

❤️‍🩹emma talking about her crush

👑bowie talking about his crush

🧟‍♀️axel asking for crush advice

📲julia x female!reader

🎨gwen x nonbinary!introvert!goth/punk!artist!reader

🌃 Starkid

👔 paul x male!reader

👔 paul x gn!musical fan!reader

👔 paul x male!craft store owner!reader

👔paul x selfharming!reader

cooking for you: CCRP employees x gn!reader

🕰️ ted x cat parent!reader

🕰️ hurt-comfort: ted x gn!reader

🍏 red string au: wilbur x reader

💫 The owl house

💗 toh girls x self harm!reader

✨ luz’s and reader’s first kiss

💥 edric x plus size!reader [jealousy]

🪞 religious trauma: gus x masc!reader

🔮 darius x gn!blight!reader

🎼 raine x tiger hybrid!reader

🐺 hunter x previously abused!reader

🐺 hunter and best friend!healing coven!reader

🐺 hunter x nb!reader

🐺 hunter x shy!fem!human!reader

🐺 protective/jealous!hunter x shy!fem!human!reader

🐺 yandere!hunter x shy!fem!human!reader

🐺 confession: hunter x nb!reader

🐺 cuddling: hunter x shy!fem!human!reader

🐺 religious trauma: hunter x masc!reader

🐺 grief comfort: hunter x reader

🐺 surprise kisses: hunter x shy!fem!human!reader

🐺 first kiss: hunter x reader

🌔 Tangled the series

🧪 varian x fem!nilou!reader

🧪 varian x fem!reader [helping in lab]

🧪 varian x male!cass’s bestie!reader

🧪 varian x witch!reader

🧪 varian x smitten!fem!reader

🧪 varian x masc!musician!reader

🧪varian date hcs

🧪 winter oneshot: varian x fem!reader

🦉 cassandra x fem!reader

🌞modern au!rapunzel x reader

💕everyone x sick!reader

🕸️ Wednesday

🤺 wednesday x gn!angry!reader

🤺 wednesday cuddles

🎀 enid cuddles

💎 bianca cuddles

☕️ tyler cuddles

🌿 Moomins

moomin characters x traveler!gn!reader

🍃 snufkin x gn!reader cuddling

🍃 snufkin x feral!reader

🍃snufkin x human!female!reader

💍 snorkmaiden x feral!reader

💍snorkmaiden x human!female!reader

🐾 sniff x feral!reader

🐾sniff x human!female!reader

☁️moomin x human!female!reader

🍄little my x human!female!reader

📘snork x human!female!reader

🌪️stinky x human!female!reader

🎈IT

[in progress...]

📝 Dear Evan Hansen

jared x gn!reader

coming out: jared x nonbinary!reader

makeup: jared x gn!s/o

break up: jared x gn!reader

summer camp: jared x gn!reader

🕯️ Encanto

🦋 madrigals and mirabel’s s/o

🐦‍⬛ Six of Crows

🪙 dates with kaz (sleepover special)

📻 Dead Poets Society

💗 Dead poets having strong feelings for a shy!reader

🎷charlie x shy!neurodivergent!reader

🎷being friends with charlie [moodboard]

🎷college!pining!charlie x college!pining!fem!reader

📻meeks x energetic!fem!reader

#new masterlist just dropped #i will try to tag things #x reader #masterlist

[storiesofsvu]

No Matter What

Kat Tamin x fem!reader Warnings: language, hint of smut, mention of previous assault, lots of comfort.

So far your night had been absolutely nothing but full of bliss, smiles, affection and genuine laughter. Kat had secured a full evening and the whole next day off work, guaranteed no interruptions and had taken full advantage, planning a somewhat extravagant night out on the town. She met you at your apartment around six, your favourite take out in her hand, you wined and dined as you both wound down from the day, briefly talking about the day while you caught each other up on your weeks. She then whisked you off to Broadway where she had tickets for Dear Evan Hansen, a show you’d been absolutely dying to see, basically non stop talking about since your first date.

That first date having been only a few weeks ago, a casual coffee out near Central Park while on your lunch breaks. You’d met over a dating app, something that you were hesitant about using at all in the first place, but your friends had practically forced you to set up a profile, swiping through options when you were too bored to. When you’d finally matched with Kat, you’d thought she was stunning, but still didn’t know how to approach the entire situation, shocked when she messaged you first. You were careful, setting up your first meeting in a public place, and honestly felt a hell of a lot better once you found out she was a cop. It relaxed you even more when you instantly clicked, the first date jitters and awkwardness flying away much faster than you’d ever imagined they could. Your dating history wasn’t the greatest, and your experiences usually left you rather jaded, so when things were going so smoothly, you felt your heart flutter.

The time sped by and before either of you realized it, you were both due back at work. Kat walked with you to the edge of the park, the two of you lingering somewhat awkwardly as you didn’t want your date to end. Eventually she pulled a business card from her pocket, mentioning that her cell was on the back before she quickly dared to lean in, kissing your cheek softly. You in turn blushed like a middle schooler and let out an embarrassing giggle and mustered out that you’d definitely text her.

You spent a large amount of time texting, she had just transferred units at work, and was still adjusting to a much busier schedule with a smaller squad than she was used to, and that was fine with you. You shared stories and got to know each other during the small free moments you had during the days, or the nights while she was stuck on a stakeout while you marathoned Friends and ate ice cream. You had a couple more dates, meeting for dinner at your favourite bistro, indulging in a few glasses of wine. Kat walked you home that night, and on the steps of your apartment pulled you into a soft kiss and you felt like you were truly on cloud nine. The next week you caught a movie that both of you had been dying to see for ages, your hands interlinked between each other while you snacked on salty and sugary treats.

The following Friday she texted you last minute asking if there was any chance you’d be free for a drink. To be completely honest she’d had a pretty rough week of work and really needed someone who’d not only make her feel better, but that she would smile at just the sight of. And you were just what the doctor ordered. You snuggled in beside her in the booth at the bar, letting her talk about what she wanted to, and distracting her with silly stories and jokes until she’d forgotten about all her woes and smothered you with adorable kisses.

After that night, she knew that she definitely wanted to be with you, and exclusively you, and honestly, you felt the same. You shared a soft but passionate kiss before you parted ways that night, eagerly awaiting the next time you’d get to see each other. You spent another week or so texting before Kat was able to get that night off, finally planning the big night that she wanted to show you just how special you were.

Leaving the theatre your eyes were bright and the smile nearly hurt your cheeks as you babbled on about the show, continually thanking Kat for such a wonderful date. You were headed to a nearby lounge for a nightcap when she turned to you, softly pulling you to her (and thus out of the way of any foot traffic on the sidewalk). You giggled softly, apologizing for rambling and she hushed your words with a kiss,

“I’ve..been meaning to ask you something…”

“Oh?” She saw the sudden wonderment take over your face, melting at just how incredibly adorable you were.

“I’ve loved every date we’ve had, spending time with you..makes me forget about all the bullshit, and it makes me so incredibly happy, there’s no place I’d rather be.”

“Kat…”

“I was wondering….if you’d like to be my girlfriend.”

You practically shrieked, launching yourself against her in a tight hug, laughter overtaking both of you as you cupped her face before kissing her passionately. Of course you would be her girlfriend, you wanted nothing more than that and were so happy that she’d finally asked. When the kiss started to heat up a little bit more than either of you had expected, you breathlessly asked if she wanted to skip the lounge nightcap, you had a perfectly good bottle of wine at your apartment anyways.

The wine got poured, and a few sips got taken before you were in Kat’s lap, your lips moving against hers with grace and ease. Her hands began to tease under your shirt, trailing along your bare skin, leaving a quake of goosebumps that you giggled at, pulling the shirt over your head as you stood from the couch.

Kat met you in another kiss, groaning as your hands delved under the fabric of her shirt, tickling at her skin, she slowly started to back you into the bedroom. You let out a soft moan as her lips sucked down the side of your neck, her teeth ever so lightly scraping against the skin. Her hands moved to your pants, softly pushing them over your hips while yours fumbled with her belt buckle until you were both just left in your underwear, bras discarded onto the floor. Kat softly pushed you down onto the bed, starting to climb on top of you, her lips marking their way up your body, she settled in against your lips for another kiss, her hips rolling against yours and you shuddered. Your hands suddenly grasped against her arms, causing the one that was headed south to freeze, when her body pressed against yours again you practically whimpered, and it wasn’t in the good way.

“Wait…”

She barely heard it, but she immediately read the room, swiftly pulling away from you, shifting slightly so she wasn’t straddling right at your hips.

“You okay?” She asked quietly, noticing the way you were nearly struggling to cover yourself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Her eyes darted around, finding a tossed aside shirt on the floor and handing it to you while she scrambled to find her own bra, covering herself up as much as she could. You murmured a quiet ‘thanks’, pulling your legs up under you, tugging at the blankets.

“Babe?” She softly questioned, not moving from her place further down on the bed.

“It’s okay if you wanna leave…I understand.” You murmured, unable to meet her eye.

“Why would I want to leave?”

“Because I can’t give you what you want…at least not yet.”

“Oh baby…you can’t get rid of me that easily.” She gave you a soft smile, “may I?” She gestured toward the head of the bed and you gave a quick nod. Kat moved up beside you, happy when you at least leant against her shoulder, accepting the gentle arm around you.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured, and she could see the tears burning in your eyes.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Whenever you’re ready, you’re ready, you don’t need to explain anything to me.” You let out a shuddering sigh,

“It’s not like I’m some prudey virgin or anything.” You half laughed, “I’ve had sex…but…the last time…wasn’t exactly…sex…”

Kat felt her chest constrict at your words, she may still have been relatively new to sex crimes, but she knew exactly what you were referring to. She hated being surrounded by such vile things daily, and hated even more that the person she cared about most in the world had gone through such an experience.

“Did you wanna talk about it?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and you could hear the slight shake within it.

“Are you gonna go all cop on me?” You asked, shifting slightly so you could look up at her, a near guilty expression on your face.

“You never went to the police…” You shook your head, sitting up fully now that the tears had started to escape from your eyes, “Baby have you ever talked to anyone about this?”

“No…” you admitted, “I…was scared. I was at a party…I was pretty drunk…I didn’t know the guy. I didn’t even realize it had happened until a couple of days later. A friend who was at the party heard through the rumour mill that I’d hooked up with a guy, she knew that obviously hadn’t happened voluntarily…” A small cry choked through your lips and Kat held you tighter, softly kissing your head. “I don’t know how long it’ll take for me to be okay…so I get it you wanna call this off…”

“I already told you, I’m not going anywhere babe. There’s always a place for you in my bed. I will wait…no matter what.”

“Are you sure?” You sniffled, glancing up at her.

“Of course. I just got you as my girlfriend, did you think I’d let you go so quickly?”

“I…I’m used to people walking away…”

“Well unless you want me gone, you’re stuck with me. I don’t care how long it takes, I’m here for you. If you wanna talk about it, if you wanna pretend it never happened, if you want me to go ‘all cop’ about it, I’m here…”

“Thank you…” You felt like you could absolutely bawl your face off, no one had ever been accepting of the way you’d suddenly clammed up. They’d either left right away, settled for a night of cuddling never to call you again, or you’d just straight up never trusted them far enough to make it to a bedroom. But here was Kat, not only understanding, but willing to wait, willing to help you through it in whatever way you wanted, whatever way you needed. You finally felt what you’d been searching for, for years, to feel understood, appreciated, and taken care of. Sure, you might not be able to indulge in all aspects of a relationship that you wanted to right now, but you could still give everything you could, and you wanted to be able to give all of that to Kat. A comfortable silence wrapped around the two of you while Kat softly rubbed at your arm letting you relax against her, slowly, the sound of the t.v began to invade your senses, left on from when you’d first arrived at the apartment.

“You wanna stay in bed? Or do you wanna go watch that movie you were talking about?” Kat murmured quietly against your head.

“There is a really nice bottle of wine we didn’t get to drink.” You replied, lifting your head to give her a soft smile. Her face melted at you, hand softly cupping your cheek before meeting your lips in a feather light kiss.

“Sounds incredible.”

_________________ @ms-calhoun @hbkpop @bisexualcrowley @natasha-danvers @imlike-so-gaydude @altsvu @svulife-rl @svushots @gay-ass-bitch @lesbianspacecowboy @whimsicallymad @oliviaswifey @lawandorderimagines @molllss @ssaic-jareau @enduringalexblake @bumblebear30 @lila-lola45 @pleasantunknownnacho @mysticfalls01 @alexbllake @wannabe-fic-reader @australiancarisi @screenee @wandas-wife @emskisworld @thestarrynightslover @newyorker14 @jamiethetrans @lawandorderuswnt @wandasbrat @disn3y7 @samwithnoplan @multifandomlesbianic @anlin2058 @stone-hearted-seymour

#kat tamin #kat tamin x reader #law and order svu #svu #law and order #kat tamin hurt/comfort

[dreaminginpastels]

d e a r  e v a n  h a n s e n  m a s t e r l i s t

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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key:

✿ = fluff

➷ = angst

⁂ = hurt/comfort

☽ = alternate universe

♡ = gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns) - default

❀ = female reader (she/her pronouns) - by request

✧ = male reader (he/him pronouns) - by request

└────────────────────────────┘

connor murphy

open your eyes ✿➷⁂❀

connor is finally comfortable to be himself in your relationship when you decide it’s time for him to meet your big family

#connor murphy x reader #connor murphy x fem!reader #connor murphy x you #connor murphy imagine #connor murphy oneshot #connor murphy #connor murphy fanfic #connor murphy fanfiction #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen x fem!reader #dear evan hansen x you #dear evan hansen imagine #dear evan hansen oneshot #dear evan hansen fanfic #dear evan hansen fanfiction #requests open #daniella writes 💫

[i-just-wanna-be-fragile]

Dating Connor Murphy Headcannons (Girlfriend )

Headsup that I’m doing Boyfriend headcannons soon!! 

- It honestly probably took him a long time to even talk to you ?? because like?? why would you want to talk to him??

- girl honestly after you started talking you were like besties?? like wow

- okokokok he’d try to ask your help on little things about his mom and sister because he’s honestly really clueless as to how to deal with them 

- (like one time he asked for help trying to find Zoe a birthday gift  because you talked him into at least trying to be friends ?? and it actually sort of worked out and Zoe was so?? okay with it??)

- You’d probably ask him to like be a guinea pig for potential hairstyles for you and he’d pretend that he didn’t want you to but he honestly really loves it when you play with his hair?? ( dont even @ me with this )

- This boy thinks he has things in check, he does not, like emotional overload?? you guys probably wouldn’t even date until you’ve had enough of this edgelords stalling and asked him out 

- he was honestly so?? fucking?? surprised?? 

- like  Omfg this fucking sunshine child wants to date me holy fuck??

- Imagine the cutest, inexpensive date ever??

-girl you’d probably  go on it because like those are always the cutest ones to go on and he’d put so much effort into them (and totally act like he didn’t ?? like wow??)

- If you’re into cuddling? I mean I’m pretty sure he’d be all over you because like ?? why the fuck not?? like see if he cares if Zoe gags when she walks by?? 

- Highkey the rest of the sincerely three would probably love you?? like I feel like y’all would be pretty close?? 

- Your boyo tries to hide it but he’s honestly really insecure and sensitive and sometimes when shitty things happen at school you both just ditch and talk and try to make things  better because he really doesnt deserve to feel the way he does?? 

- he honestly really really loves you and doesn’t understand what god he did right by to deserve you??

(expect a part two)

#connor murphy #connor murphy x reader #headcannons #deh #dear evan hansen #theatre #hamilton #x reader #dating #x fem!reader #relationship #connor #evan hansen #zoe murphy #jared kleinman #love #emo

[helnjk]

Only Us - F.W.

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

This is for @slytherinsunrise ‘s 1k writing challenge! I’m using the song Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen because it makes my heart go 🥺❤️Congrats on 1k, lovely!! I hope you like it 🧚🏼‍♀️

Word Count: 3k 

Warnings: Mentions of the war, PTSD, angst, non-linear healing, alcohol consumption, hurt/comfort

A/N: The tags make it sound really sad but I promise if you stick with it, it gets better!! Also, listening to the song while reading is: a good idea. 

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The war may have ended, but for Fred, healing was nowhere in sight. 

The nightmares were getting consistently worse. Each night he would jolt awake, sweat coating his forehead and clammy hands grasping for any sort of confirmation that he was fine, George was fine, everyone was safe. It was getting to a point where he could barely reach eight hours of sleep a week, and he could tell it was affecting him in everything he did.

His friends and family constantly sent concerned glances his way, taking note of the bruised color his eye bags were sporting, the shake in his hand, and the heaviness he always seemed to drag along with him. 

“I’m worried for you, mate.” George said one morning, as he found his twin staring blankly at the-by then cold-cup of tea clutched in his hands. He could tell that Fred had been up long before the sun rose, “I think you need a break, a change of scenery, anything really.” 

“I haven’t gotten the faintest idea where I could go, though,” Replied Fred.  

“Think about it,” George urged, but said nothing else on the matter. He settled instead on the rest of his plans for today. 

Instead of taking his twin’s advice, Fred took his twin’s advice. 

He figured since he wasn’t going to be able to get hours in to sleep, might as well use them to numb his pain. A change of scenery was what his twin had recommended after all. Often, he would find himself sneaking out of the flat above the shop, once he knew George was fast asleep, and apparating to the nearest muggle club. 

Something about the reckless atmosphere, the knowledge that all of these people knew nothing of the war that ravaged so many lives, called out to Fred. Here, he could be whoever he wanted to be. He wasn’t some insomniac war-hero with anxiety, he was just Fred. 

Clear the slate and start over

The bass pounding in his ears, sending jolts through his body as he waded through the crowded dance floor, bright flashing lights distorting the faces of the bodies around him, Fred felt more free than he had in a long time. 

His mind was numb, almost empty. It was much too loud and too packed for him to think about anything else except the beat of the music and the heat of the crowd. 

When his thirst became too much, he made his way to the equally crowded bar, signalling the bartender and slapping down some muggle money he had stashed away in his pocket. Something, or rather someone, caught his eye as he reached for whatever was placed in front of him, and all of a sudden his drink and his parched throat were forgotten. 

Y/N. 

Standing at the far corner of the bar, away from the crowd, you stood nursing your drink and swaying slightly to the music. 

You had been in his year when he was at school and you were partners in a few projects, but he hadn't heard from you since he and George left Hogwarts with a bang. He was so entranced with the sight of you, seemingly glowing in the pulsing light, that he almost didn’t notice the jagged scars running down from your temple to your pulse point when you turned his way. 

Without thinking, he made his way towards you. It was almost like a scene from those muggle movies Hermione went on about, the way your eyes locked and how his heart pounded in his chest, almost in time with the beats of the music.

“Fred Weasley, as I live and breathe!” You exclaimed once he was near enough to hear you, throwing your arms up and wrapping him in a tight hug. 

“Y/N,” He said, eyes dancing with amusement at your enthusiasm which was clearly because of the liquor running through your veins, “It’s been too long.” 

“It has,” You agreed with a smile, “Now what’re you doing all the way here in the muggle world? I’ve heard you’ve got yourself a pretty successful joke shop.” 

He shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide the fact that you caught his attempt at escapism, “Just needed a breather, and what better way to do that in a muggle club? Perfect place to go when I don’t want to know anyone and I don’t want anyone to know me.”

 “Oh I’m sorry! Did you want to be alone? I can sod off, I don’t mind.” You rushed out, going to gather your things and move so that he could have some privacy.

 “Don’t be daft,” He chuckled, putting his drink down and taking a seat next to you, “I was the one who approached you, wasn’t I? Reckon it would be nice to have a chat with an old friend.”

 You quirked an eyebrow at him but didn’t argue, it was nice to see a familiar face after escaping the wizarding world for so long.

 “Alright then, Weasley.” You smiled, looking into his eyes. 

 After that night, Fred couldn’t seem to get you out of his mind. You had changed since he last saw you in school, well, the war had changed everyone, but still he was intrigued. He didn’t mention anything about the scars on your face and you didn’t speak a word about the bags under his eyes or the tremble of his hands. When you were together, it was just the two of you, everything else seemed to just fade into the background. 

 He asked for your owl address and suddenly, you two were exchanging letters daily. You told him how you worked in the muggle world, taking a break from most things magical in an attempt to clear your head from everything that went down in the war. In return, he told you about his near death experience and how it affected him in his everyday life. 

 George took notice of his twin’s change in demeanour. He could tell that the nightmares still plagued him and sometimes sleep still evaded him, but now it seemed like Fred had a skip in his step. The light in his eyes that faded the day he woke up in the hospital bed was slowly starting to filter back in. 

 You often found yourself smiling giddily to yourself whenever the twins’ large barn owl tapped at your window. These letters from Fred were slowly becoming the highlight of your day. Something about them was just so raw, so real, that you couldn’t help but pour your deepest thoughts and feelings into a parchment in reply. 

 Soon, letters turned into coffee dates and surprise appearances at your job to take you out to lunch. Your days were filled with unending laughter and the pit in your stomach was slowly easing up. 

 The first time Fred kissed you, you were outside the door to your flat. He wore a slightly bashful expression and a blush slowly creeped up his neck. The kiss was sweet and soft and everything you were searching for after the war. You invited him inside after that.  The night was filled with a steady flow of kisses shared on the couch and whispered words of admiration and acceptance. 

 Try to quiet the noises in your head

 “Sometimes I’m afraid that I’ll never be the person I used to be,” Fred spoke up one night as you were wrapped in his arms and he trailed soft touches along your arm. It was a peaceful evening, the both of you content with basking in the presence of the other. 

 You shifted slightly in his arms to get a better look at him. His gaze was unfocused, “What do you mean?” 

 “The war took so much from me and everyone I love,” He elaborated, “I used to be so reckless, act first think later. My main goal in life was to make people laugh, to bring happiness to their days. Now I don’t know if I can ever fully be happy myself. It’s hard when the nightmares and the anxiety are holding me back.” 

 You took a deep breath, “Do you know how I got these scars?” 

 His eyes shifted towards you, running along the white and slightly puckered flesh along the side of your face. He shook his head, no. It hadn’t been a topic he wanted to bring up in fear of offending you, and you hadn’t really acknowledged them either. 

 “I’m muggleborn. The war was tough when basically the whole world was trying to track you down and take you away,” He hummed in agreement, knowing first hand what it felt like to go into hiding, not knowing what the next day would bring, “Greyback and his group found me eventually.” 

 Fred sucked in a breath at the mention of the werewolf, but you shook your head with a small smile gracing your lips, “I’m tough. I got away as quickly as I could, but not before he gave me these to remember him by.” 

 In a flash, Fred had pulled you on top of him, making sure to wrap his arms securely around you. You let out a surprised gasp at the sudden movement, but made no move to escape his grasp. He peppered kisses all along your scars, not leaving one inch of the skin uncovered. 

 You sighed contentedly when he finished, leaning your head against his chest, “The war changed all of us, simple as that. I don’t think we’ll ever be the same people we were before. I still get freaked out when I have to sleep alone at night, and I tend to double and triple check if all the locks and wards are in place, but when I’m with you everything seems to melt away.” 

 The silence was so deafening that you were afraid that he could hear your heart hammering in your chest. You had never really voiced any of these concerns outloud before, and you were afraid that you’d said too much. 

 “The only times I’ve ever been able to quiet my mind after the war are when I’m with you.” He says this so factually, but so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it. He doesn’t wait for you to reply, “I can see a future with you, and I haven’t been able to see a future for myself in a long time.” 

 The two of you lapsed into silence, taking comfort in the presence of the other, and no other words needed to be said. 

 You don't have to be scared you're not enough

'Cause what we've got going is good

 Slowly, things seemed to fall into place. Fred began enjoying once again the creative process that the shop demanded, throwing himself into collaborative work with his twin. You were getting more and more confident integrating magic and the wizarding world back into your life. Of course, you still loved your muggle job but you had missed the thrill and ease that the magical world brought into your life. 

 A routine formed between the two of you as well, slowly incorporating more and more time spent together until you finally decided to move in together. 

 The first time you had woken up because of a garbled shout, your heart almost burst out of your chest. You hadn’t realized you were reaching for your wand until you saw the culprit of the sound. Fred was sat up beside you and you could see his silhouette running a hand through his hair.

 You were quick to notice his stuttering breath and the sheen of sweat coating his forehead. Silently, you sat up and shuffled closer to him, leaning your head against his shoulder. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a shadow on his face, but you could see the gears turning in his head. 

 “I’m sorry,” He muttered after long minutes of silence.

 “You have nothing to apologize for,” You whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” 

 “I just feel like they’re never going to leave me alone, the nightmares,” You heard him mumble, “And I don’t wanna drag you through this shit with me.” 

 You snake your arms around him, pulling him to you with his head resting on your chest and beginning to rake your fingers through his hair before speaking again, “You’re not making me do anything love. I’m here, you’re okay, we’re okay, and that’s all that needs to matter right now. We’re in this together, remember?” 

 “Together,” He echoed, burying his face in your chest and taking all the reassurance he could get from your body so close to his. 

 The next time you panic as the sun sets and your flat turns dark, he’s there to hold your hand  and reassure you that he’s there and you’re safe. He lets you double and triple check all the windows and doors, and presses a mug of calming tea into your hands when you’ve tired yourself out. 

 You’re found curled up on the couch, grasping the warmth that the cup of tea provides, and he drapes a blanket over your chilly legs. 

 “C’mon then, make some room for me,” He says gently, and you scoot over enough for him to take a seat beside you.

 “Sorry,” You murmur, still clutching at your mug of tea, eyes slightly glazed over, “I know it’s a lot to deal with when I get like this.” 

 “Nonsense, love,” He says, pressing a kiss to your temple, “If I get to wake you up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, then you have all the right to make sure we’re safe before we settle in for the night.” 

 The two of you sit in silence, Fred’s calming presence slowly easing you out of your stupor and your heart begins to slow. That night, he carries you up to bed and tucks you in once he notices that your eyes have shut and your breath evens out on the couch. 

 You learn each other’s ins and outs, what makes him tick and what makes you laugh. It’s a slow process, but you could see a light at the end of the tunnel. 

 The war and all of its casualties begin to seem further and further away, the more the both of you learn to live with your own demons and eventually let them go. 

 You and me

That's all that we need it to be

And the rest of the world falls away

 “Oi! If it isn’t the bird that’s caught my brother’s fancy!” 

 A smile stretched across your face as you entered the brightly colored shop and heard the familiar baritone of your boyfriend’s twin. You heard him before you saw him, up on the second floor, leaning against the banister with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

 “Hey George,” You called up to him, “Fred in?” 

 “Of course you’re only concerned about dear old Freddie, got no time for a chat for little old me?” He teased, making his way down to you and giving you a friendly embrace.

 You laughed lightly as you returned the gesture, “I’ll always have time for you George, but your brother’s supposed to be on his lunch break right now and I wanted to try that new restaurant that’s opened up down the street.” 

 “Oi, Freddie! Your bird’s here to whisk you away from doing any actual work around here!” He called out, which made you laugh even harder, and then turned to face you again, “Don’t forget, because mum won’t let me hear the end of it if you do, but you’re invited to lunch this Sunday! The whole family’s excited to meet you.” 

 You nodded your head just as Fred poked his head out of the door leading to the back office, “Here already love? Give me a mo’ and I’ll be right out.” 

 -

 The moment your feet touched the ground outside of The Burrow on Sunday, your heart began to race. The unique house, held up by mostly magic no doubt, seemed to loom over the pair of you, and suddenly all your fears came rushing back.

 It was a gorgeous day out, the fields surrounding the house seemed to glow in the sunlight. Laughter and conversation flowed through the open windows, and you could see glimpses of silhouettes moving around inside, but you were suddenly unable to take a step forward. 

 Fred was absolutely beaming beside you, it was the first time he had been back at the Burrow since he met you, and he couldn’t wait to introduce you to everyone. They had all been curious about the girl who was able to get him out of his rut and teach him how to live again.

 He noticed your hesitation though, and gently took your hand. 

 “You alright love?” He asked, rich brown eyes locking with yours. 

 “Just nervous,” You admitted, “Don’t know how they’re going to feel about me when they take a look at my face and see that I’m literally and figuratively scarred.” 

 These insecurities had plagued your mind the duration of the week leading up this moment. Fred was loving and kind and looked past all of your imperfections, but old habits die hard and they rear their ugly heads at just the right moment. 

 As if he could read your mind, he took your face gently in his hands, thumbs gliding over skin and reassuring you with his gaze, “I love you, and my family will love you too. We’re in this together, remember? You and me.” 

 Just like when you had first reencountered each other at the dimly lit club, the whole world seemed to fade around you and you leaned into his touch. Here was the man who held your heart in his hands, who bared his soul out to you and learned how to heal with you. Nothing could get in the way of how deeply you felt for him. 

 You took a shuddering breath and nodded your head. It would be okay. You were with Fred, and he was all you needed. 

 Grateful for the most beautiful soul in front of you, you pressed a sweet kiss on his lips, “I love you too. Together.”

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[karasimpno]

{Day 18} First Date/Last Night | Atsumu x Reader

Pairing: Atsumu x Fem!Reader

Genre: angsty fluff, jerkface Atsumu, hurt comfort???

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: language, a “dogfight” (Atsumu asks reader out as a joke so he can win an ugliest date contest)

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Don’t know why I decided to come. Meet me halfway - a touch-and-go of don’t what to say. Do we talk? Don’t expect too much, just walk. — First Date/Last Night; Dogfight (music and lyrics by Pasek & Paul)

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Atsumu sits uselessly at the kitchen table while his brother aggressively chops shallots.

“No, really,” Osamu asks. “Like, I don’t know what kind of degenerate crowd you’ve started hangin around with, but why the hell would you think askin someone out as a joke would be an okay thing to do?”

Atsumu was committing one of his major flaws: not listening while someone else was talking. How could he even begin to explain that what had started out as a joke became something so different? ‘Samu always thought the worst of him so why would he believe that he had actually tried to fix the shitty thing he had done last night?

“She’s my best fuckin friend, I can’t believe you. Do you have any idea how much ya hurt her last night?” Atsumu flinches. He used to be Osamu’s best friend but deep down he knew that hadn’t been true for a while. “Ya have to fix this,” Osamu says, in that same way their mother used to.

“If ya care about her so much, why don’t you go be her shoulder to cry on, huh?” Atsumu lashes out, grumpily. “What, do ya have a thing for her or somethin?” he sneers.

“I was,” Osamu’s voice cuts. “After she found out that you’d only brought her to a dance to see if you could win an ugliest-date contest, who do you think she texted? I can’t believe you,” he says in exasperation, ignoring Atsumu’s taunt.

“Fix this.” Osamu’s eyes are empty on Atsumu’s. Atsumu swallows roughly. Osamu’s fiery eyes and pounding fists he could take, but when that disappointed look crosses his brother’s face, he knows he’s fucked up.

He reaches for his phone.

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.

.

You stare at the text on your screen longer than you felt you should have. You want to throw your phone across the room. Or cry. Or both. You can’t believe after the disaster of last night that Miya Atsumu really had the nerve to reach out to you. You consciously remind yourself to unclench your jaw, the frustration bubbling through you making it difficult to relax.

Well. It wasn’t allllll bad....

And that was exactly what had made it so bad! You couldn’t believe that you had fallen for his flashing smile and charming laugh. All a cruel, cruel joke.

You opt to ignore the text for the afternoon, going about your usual studies and not mentioning the text to your best friend—the asshole’s brother—knowing that it would only make him more upset. But you can’t get the text out of your head. What did he want to talk to you about? Every time you find your mind wandering off, you’re jolted back to reality when you catch yourself thinking about the earnest conversation you’d had last night before things turned south.

A dangerous curiosity begins budding inside you.

Atsumu had been so...intimate with you last night—there wasn’t any other word for it. When he’d first brought you to the party, you didn’t think very much of his friends. But when he shot one of them down for making a crude comment about someone else’s date, pulling you off to a separate corner for some space from them, you had actually had a wonderful conversation with him. You had felt liquid warmth swimming around in your chest when the two of you began dancing together and...you almost wanted to believe him when he said he had changed his mind about why he had brought you there, when he chased you down and tried to apologize or at least explain after everything went to shit.

But at the end of the day, he was still the kind of douchebag who would do something as low as asking a girl out as a joke—to win a vile competition for the ugliest date. You were annoyed that there was any hint of positive feelings towards him still lingering in your heart.

Still...

You pick up your phone.

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.

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You’re the ugly one, not me.

Your text plays over and over again across Atsumu’s eyes. God, he feels like an idiot.

If he were you, Atsumu would not have texted himself back. So he doesn’t know why you do.

How could he tell you how sorry he was over text? Would his pride allow it? Would it make a difference? He knows he’s done damage but he also thought you had a connection last night, even if just for a moment....

Maybe....

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Just tell me to fuck off and I’ll fuck off.

Osamu would probably think you’re an idiot. So you don’t tell him that you don’t tell his still-pretty-scummy brother to fuck off.

But here you are, walking alongside the sharp-eyed man with the smile that never fails. Dinner, you had agreed, so he could make it up to you. Even if his apology wasn’t perfect. You tell yourself you’re just going for the free food.

Walking along the shoreline, your steps are illuminated by dim street lamps. Clouds are rolling in over the ocean and a sea breeze whips across your face. It is quiet between you.

He’s trying not to look at your face.

He’s so ashamed that he hurt you last night when at one point, all he had wanted just to spend the night on your couch, talking about your favorite music and movies and food. He feels like an idiot for not having gotten you out of there sooner and doing exactly that. But now he doesn’t even know what to say to you. What happened to all that chemistry you had last night? He wants to kick himself for having let that slip away.

You glance over at him periodically. You can’t read him. Hands shoved in his pockets, he just stares straight forward. He doesn’t look as closed-off as you expected him to be—his eyes are surprisingly soft. He has the posture of a proud man, but not the huff of an arrogant one. You catch yourself wondering what he’s thinking and swallow, your throat a little uncomfortably dry as the temperature drops. You cross your arms across your chest. Despite the breeze, the air feels a little thick around you, the uncomfortable weight of last night oppressive on your shoulders. As you’re wondering whether to engage in some light small talk, you hear him make a small noise, the sharp contrast from the silence drawing your surprised attention.

“What?” you ask, unsure if you just hadn’t heard him.

“Huh?” he answers, his eyes wide as it registers too late that what you had heard was only him clearing his throat. You mentally berate yourself for being so jumpy but the conversation returns to a stagnant crawl.

Great. So he wouldn’t be meeting you halfway then.

A part of him wonders what he’s even doing here at this point. A guy like him could have anyone he wants at the drop of a hat. But not you. Why does he care that he made you cry? You’re not the first girl to be wronged by Miya Atsumu. Not by a long shot. But he makes the mistake of glancing over at you—in between your furtive glances towards him—and his heart leaps a little. He swallows, feeling a dryness in his throat, making him clear it awkwardly again and in the exact moment, you do the same. Your joined half-coughs resonate differently in unusual unison and Atsumu whips his gaze to yours. Lips relaxed, eyes seeking, you hold each other’s gaze for a moment too long. Could this be a connection? There is a moment of awkwardness, and you look away again. But his eyes don’t leave your face. You look cold, he realizes.

Before he even knows it, he’s unzipping his jacket and placing it around your shoulders.

“Oh, sorry...” Atsumu trails off, surprising you a little as he brushes his hand against you, reaching into the jacket he had just settled around your shoulders, pulling his phone out and slipping it into his back pocket. You don’t acknowledge the apology but don’t thank him for the gesture either. Your pride keeps you from opening your mouth at this point, though a small part of you finds it very sweet

But the more you walk, the more you realize his scent faintly lingers on the material, reminding you of the warm glow of the liquid gold you had felt swimming between you two as you danced last night. Your gaze trails off out over the sea and you miss the way his eyes watch you, realizing how good you look in his jacket. It could be worse, you think—what else would you be doing on a Saturday night besides going to bed early anyway? Besides, people can surprise you....

With a twinge of nervousness, you decide to give him a shot.

A/n: Aaaaaaaaah we’re getting to the fics that I’m the most passionate about! I now understand what people mean when they say they have beautiful ideas in their heads but struggle to write them! PLEASE please please go listen to this song - it is just EVERYTHING and Atsumu is TOTALLY this character it’s just...perfect in so many ways. If you’re not familiar with Dogfight or musicals in general, Pasek and Paul, the composers, also wrote the music for The Greatest Showman and Dear Evan Hansen. Lindsay Mendez, the OG Y/N is absolutely incredible, please give it a listen. I hope you enjoyed! xoxoxo - Elle

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[oneblckcoffee]

Only Us [2]

Pairing - Mob!Harrison x Mob!Fem!Reader

Word Count - 2,044

Warnings - drinking, swearing

A/N - i have no excuse as to why this is EIGHT MONTHS LATE. im sorry ok, but life got in the way. im not sure when the next chapter is gonna be up but @rupimiller kinda pressured (but mostly motivated) me to write this, so i guess peer pressure is the way to go? ALSO, the name is based on the song Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen, you can listen to it here. it’ll make sense eventually. anyway enjoy!

chapter 1

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Harrison woke up that fateful afternoon, feeling numb. He was hungover, with a pounding headache, and the unexpected wake up call from Tom had left him slightly disoriented. This was his new normal, though. The drinking, the smoking and the occasional drugs; anything to ward off his actual feelings, to numb the pain. He was simply going through the motions; taking each day at a time, still struggling to come to terms with reality and the consequences brought about by his actions. 

He sat up at the edge of his bed, resting his head in his hands, waiting for the dizziness to subside. With a sigh, he stood up and made his way to the en suite bathroom. Harrison stood in front of the vanity, taking in his reflection. His eyes were bloodshot, lids still heavy with sleep, and the bags under them could never fully describe how tired he truly felt. His hair was disheveled, sticking out every which way. His eyes fell on his torso, on the scar that ran down his chest, all the way to gunshot wound in the middle of his abdomen. The physical wounds had healed very well over time, the scar almost invisible to the untrained eye but the pain was still there, the memories all too fresh in his mind. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Harrison entered the shower. 

—

This meeting had been in the books for a while now and Harrison had been dreading it ever since. When he first discovered that Tom had reached out to you, he was livid. He could not believe that Tom would undermine his authority and ask a stranger for help. Harrison did not want to admit that they needed the help, especially not from some random girl who’s father just happened to be well respected in the industry. However, he was painfully aware that things needed to change if they wanted to stay on top. Once he got over his initial anger, he did of course realise that this was the only way to climb out of the hole they currently found themselves in. So even though he didn’t agree with Tom’s methods he trusted his judgement and decision, partly because Tom had never failed him but mostly because he was grateful that Tom hadn’t dropped the ball on things, unlike him. 

And for those reasons, Harrison got dressed and found himself sitting in the passenger seat of the Porsche as Tom drove them to their destination. As he sat in the car, Harrison noticed a silence that would not be there on any other day. Usually, Tom would put on some music for car journeys as long as the one ahead of them and would talk about some client that was being difficult, but today he was way too occupied in his thoughts to bother with any of that. The pair had been inseparable ever since they met in primary school; they were as thick as thieves and had been with each through the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. They knew each other better than the back of their own hands and trusted each other to a fault. So of course Harrison noticed his tense demeanour instantly - his jaw was clenched and his hands were gripping the steering wheel a bit too tightly. His brows were knotted and even though his eyes were trained on the road ahead, they seemed distant and lost in thought.

“Alright, out with it,” said Harrison, who couldn’t take the silence any more. He’d much rather have Tom talk his ear off than watch him battle his thoughts, alone. 

“What d’you mean?” asked Tom, not once taking his eyes off the road.

“Mate, I know you’re worried about this but I can’t have you this distracted when we’re there, so what’s on your mind?”

“This needs to work out. I need it to work out,” Tom sighed, “And yes, I’m incredibly aware that this could very well be an ambush. We’re not armed, have no backup and are meeting a very dangerous stranger in the middle of nowhere. Things could end badly, not that they were great to begin with. I don’t know why I agreed to all her terms and I regret not setting our own but we have no leverage, she’s doing us a huge courtesy by even agreeing to meet us ‘cause we all know that she doesn’t need this. Which just makes me question her intentions further, ‘cause like, she can just wait us out and watch from the sidelines as we fuck ourselves over and then there’s one less family in the mob world. But no, she agreed to hear us out and discuss a possible merger which doesn’t really do her any good, at least nothing that I could think of. And to add to that, we barely have anything on her! I’ve done my research, if I can even call it that, and all I could find is that she’s young and runs the business and has ruffled some feathers here and there. That’s it! There’s nothing else on her, not many people even know that she’s a part of her father’s business. She may as well not exist, that’s how little we actually know about her, and that’s never a good sign.”

Tom let out a deep breath and brought a hand up to his eyes to try and relieve some of his headache. He was rambling and he was stressed and tired and way in over his head. This was new territory for both of them and neither knew what was going to happen in that bar. They were desperate and this was probably their last chance to save face and not burn their business to the ground.

“I trust you, you know that right?” Harrison reassured, “You’ve never made a wrong decision. Hell, you’ve managed to keep my ass out of trouble for such a long time you deserve a goddamn award!”

Tom let out a small laugh, “Yeah, it’s not easy mate.”

Harrison clapped Tom’s shoulder, “I know and I’m sorry that we’re in this situation right now and I know it’s my fault even though you’re never gonna blame me for it. But we’re gonna fix this, alright? One way or another.”

“Yeah.”

Harrison didn’t really know if he was going to accept your offer, he didn’t even know the specifics of the deal that you had discussed with Tom. But he trusted him to make the right decision so he stayed silent while they sat in the rundown bar waiting for you to arrive.

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Forty-five minutes.

They had been sitting there in that bar for forty-five minutes, drinking and waiting. Tom was still anxious and lost in his thoughts while Harrison was getting more annoyed with every passing second. He’d suggested leaving twenty minutes ago but stayed because he didn’t want to argue with Tom. 

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered, getting up from the booth to make his way to the bar to get himself yet another whiskey. The bartender had been eyeing them ever since they walked through the doors, sometimes even eavesdropping in on their conversation from time to time. He handed Harrison his drink, without exchanging any words and watched as he walked back towards the booth before continuing with his work.

Harrison sat down beside Tom, sipping on his drink. He had almost finished his drink when a soft thud caught his attention. His head immediately moved in the direction of sound, eyes straining to see the figures at the door in the dimly lit bar. His eyes were trained on you, as you and a guy entered the bar, following your every move. His eyes travelled across your figure; you were wearing a light blue shirt with some trousers and a pair of heels and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think you were attractive.

“Mate, she’s hot,” said Tom, his face flushed with relief at your arrival. Harrison gave him a pointed look. “What, you told me to relax?” Harrison rolled his eyes but a soft chuckle fell from his lips.

He watched as you took a seat at the bar, listening to your conversation with the bartender. He tried to get a read on you, as you intentionally made them wait longer, but couldn’t which was new for him. You finally finished your conversation with the bartender, grabbed your drink and joined them at their booth.

“Hello boys,” you said, as you sat across from the two of them, studying them. Tom was sitting up straight, his fingers interlaced in front of him on the table, eager whereas Harrison leant back in his seat, his left arm resting on the backrest of the booth, uninterested.

“Fucking finally.”

“Excuse me?”

“We’ve been waiting for an hour.”

“No, you’ve been waiting for fifty minutes. But I really do apologise for making you wait ten more minutes than I initially planned; you see, something important came up.”

A snort left Tom’s lips that he tried (and failed) to cover up with a cough and Harrison rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, I guess I should properly introduce myself, eh? I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Yes, Y/L/N. Meaning that Y/D/N Y/L/N is my father. And you must be the Osterfield family disappointment, yeah?”

You were trying to rile him up, push his buttons as far as you can, just to see what he would do. You noticed his jaw clenching, tightening the grip on his glass, his eyes never leaving yours as he brought the whiskey to his mouth.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with us on such short notice, Ms. Y/L/N,” began Tom. “You may have heard that we are in need of some assistance, financially, and the prospect of a deal with you and your dad is very appealing to us. As discussed, we’ve agreed to share the profit and territory with your organisation. In exchange, we’re willing to provide you with any assistance or man power that you may need.”

While Tom was talking, your eyes never left Harrison’s; his icy stare meeting yours. You only looked away when Tom was done rambling.

“It’s Tom, yeah?” You asked rhetorically, finally looking at him, “you can cut the bullshit, Tom. Everyone in the fucking country knows you’re sinking and the sharks are beginning to circle and you’re need me to come in and save you.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“That is the only way to put it. Let’s be honest, I’m your best, worst option. Everyone else wants you dead, and most of the time I agree with that sentiment. But you could be useful.”

“Oh how so?” asked Harrison mockingly, pushing himself off the backrest and leaning forward. He knew you were going to be cocky given the circumstances, but your know-it-all attitude was beginning to annoy him.

“I don’t know yet.”

“Bullshit.”

“Well, you’re just gonna have to wait to find out.”

“That’s not how it works, love.”

“That’s how it’s gonna work, love.”

You knew of Harrison’s reputation. Cutthroat, unyielding, short tempered. Nothing you hadn’t dealt with before. Yet he annoyed you, which wasn’t something you were expecting.

“So, Tom. How does 80-20 sound?”

“Fuck, no.”

“What, no way. That’s not what we discussed on the phone. We settled on 60-40.”

“Yeah I know, love. But you see, I run the south and you barely have a grip on the north. Your business is failing and honestly, I don’t trust you. So, 80-20.”

“We still have some power.”

“In your fucking dreams, Osterfield. The only reason why you’re not dead yet cause people are still scared of you.”

“And you’re not?”

“I don’t see anything to be intimidated by.”

“Would you go for 70-30, maybe?” tried Tom.

“No we’re not doing fucking 70-30!” said Harrison, “It’s 60-40. That’s it. Take it or leave it.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you, boys. Let’s go Michael.” you said, getting up from the booth. Tom had his head in his hands, Harrison was angry underneath the cold exterior but also worried. Didn’t Tom say that this was their best chance?

“Fuck you, mate.”

chapter 3

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