#deh fic

[ticklishraspberries]

Giggly Glam (Connor, Zoe)

Summary: Connor buys himself makeup, then realizes he has no idea how to do makeup. Zoe tries to help. (Take this Connor lives and gets to heal his relationship with his sister thing I wrote. No one asked me to, I just have an obsession with this stupid fandom. Enjoy it or else /lh.)

He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to buy it. He’d only gone into the beauty aisle to buy a new bottle of black nail polish, and had somehow ended up picking out a few cheap makeup products. It was a completely impulsive, stupid decision, and if Connor had an ounce of sense, he’d turn back around and return it all.

But he didn’t. Instead, he decided to use it as an olive branch, or whatever the saying was. You see, almost dying had sort of knocked some sense into his head. Well, that plus some therapy, and seeing the looks that Zoe kept shooting him across the table at dinner.

So, maybe when he got back from the hospital, he’d made a whole big scene about how sorry he was for the way he’d acted towards her, towards them all, and maybe he’d cried harder than he had in years, and clung to his mom like a scared child on the first day of school.

Yeah, looking back, that had been pretty embarrassing. But it had shattered the layer of ice between him and his family, which he supposed was a good thing. He just hadn’t worked up the courage to dip into that murky water again, afraid he’d do something stupid like cry again, or make it worse by clamming up and telling his sister to fuck off like he would have a few months prior.

But a gift? It was an olive branch, he supposed. Not an apology, not an explanation, but it was something. So when he got home, he went right up to Zoe’s door and knocked.

“Come in,” she replied, and she looked surprised when it was Connor who entered, not her mother. “What do you want?”

Her tone wasn’t overly harsh, just a tad annoyed, mostly confused. Connor cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh, I got you something. At the store. I don’t know if you even really wear makeup, but I just…Yeah. Here you go.”

He placed the bag on her dresser, and turned to leave, but paused when she spoke.

“Makeup?” Zoe asked, standing up off of her bed and walking over, snatching up the bag and looking inside. “Thanks, I guess. I don’t wear it that much, but it’s good to have.”

Connor nodded. “Cool.”

“Why though?”

“Why what?”

Zoe raised an eyebrow. “I can’t remember the last time you got me a gift. At least, one that wasn’t clearly bought by mom, who put your name on the label. So why?”

Connor shrugged. “I mean, honestly, I bought it on impulse and realized I was never gonna use it, so I gave it to you. Not very thought out, I guess. Do I get points for trying?” he asked, his tone light although there was a pit of anxiety in his stomach. He still wasn’t used to talking to Zoe like this; normal, casual conversation wasn’t really his forte.

“You got it for yourself?” Zoe asked. “Why wouldn’t you wear it?”

“Cause I get called gay at school for wearing nail polish, I think eyeliner would be pushing my luck,” he replied. When she didn’t seem amused, he continued, “Plus, I have no idea how to use any of it.”

“Where do you think I learned it? It’s not some inherent skill that comes with being a woman. Look up a tutorial online or something,” she said. “Fuck what kids at school think.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” he shot back. God, could he not get through one conversation without being an asshole? He opened his mouth to apologize, but it got stuck somewhere in his throat and wouldn’t come out. It was like every time he tried to swallow his pride, he fucking choked on it.

Zoe just rolled her eyes. “I was gonna offer to just show you myself, but if you’re gonna be a dick, I’ll just keep my secrets to myself.”

“What do you mean show me? I’m not just gonna sit here and watch you do your own makeup,” he said.

“I could do it for you. I mean, I’m not great at it, but at least you’d get an idea of what it’s supposed to look like. And if you don’t like how it looks, I’ll keep the makeup and we can pretend this never happened.”

Connor thought about it for a moment, nibbling at his bottom lip. “I guess. Uh, thanks. And sorry for, um, snapping at you.”

“Whatever,” Zoe replied, but she had a small smile on her face. Almost fond. “Sit on my bed. Wait, but take your shoes off first.”

He obeyed wordlessly, feeling incredibly strange. Zoe’s room had changed a lot since they were kids. The walls that had once been covered in stickers of flowers and photos of boy band members were now decorated much more tastefully, although Harry Styles was still making an appearance. Her twin bed had been upgraded to a full-sized one, and it was in the middle of the room rather than pushed against the wall like it had once been. Her sheets were no longer Disney princess themed, but rather soft blue ones with stars on them.

As he sat down, Zoe began peeling plastic off of each makeup product: A stick of black eyeliner, and a palette of four eyeshadows, in varying shades of purple, and a tube of mascara.

“Just your eye makeup, or do you want a full glam?”

Connor furrowed his brows at her, chuckling. “Full glam? Nah, I’ll pass.”

“Okay, okay, fine.”

She placed the products on the bed, then went back over to her dresser to grab a cup of brushes. “Your first mistake was thinking that the little wand this eyeshadow comes with would be enough,” she said. “You’re lucky that mom keeps buying me sets of brushes for every holiday.”

“Every holiday?”

“Every. Holiday. Three Hanukkahs in a row, two birthdays. So many brushes.”

Connor snorted. “I guess she thinks you wear ‘full glam’ every day,” he said, putting air quotes around the phrase she’d used, which made her chuckle.

She sat down on the bed beside him, her tongue poking between her teeth as she thought. “Okay, I think I’ll do your eyeshadow first…Just close your eyes and try to sit still,” she said.

“Yes ma’am,” he muttered, shutting his eyes as he was told, and he heard her shuffling around with the products.

After a moment, he could feel her hand hovering in front of him, and braced for impact, ever so dramatic. A somewhat flat, stiff brush touched his eyelid, and his face twitched despite his best efforts. He got it under control quickly, the sensation surprisingly easy to get used to.

“So, I’m putting the lighter color on your lid right now,” Zoe explained. “And after, I’m gonna use the darker one sort of, like, around it.”

“Sounds fancy,” he replied.

Zoe snorted, using her other hand to hold the side of his face, keeping him in place. Connor couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so close to his sister, or shared this much physical contact with her. It was weird, but it somehow felt natural, still so familiar. Her fingertips were rough from guitar string scars, and her hands were steady.

He heard her switching the brush, presumably also switching the color. The heel of her hand pressed against his jaw as she continued.

The brush was much fluffier than the last, and she was doing it so lightly, it felt like an annoying itch, and he scrunched his face up on instinct.

“Stay still,” she reminded him.

He huffed, but attempted to comply. He managed to keep his composure for a bit, but as the brush stroked against his face, turning the outer corner of his left eye the striking color of artificial grape candy, the feeling turned from an annoying itch to a feather-light sensation.

Connor couldn’t help it; he giggled, turning his face away from her.

“Stop moving!” Zoe said, retracting her hand.

“I can’t help it!” he replied. “It…feels weird.”

She ignored him and attempted to continue, but when the brush touched his skin again, he giggled again.

“Does it tickle?” Zoe asked, sounding almost incredulous. “There’s no way your face is ticklish.”

He felt his cheeks turn hot, and scowled. “Shut up,” he said, knowing he had no argument that would convince her that she was wrong.

Zoe’s lips twitched.

“Shut up. It’s not funny.”

She lost it, starting to giggle herself. “I’m sorry, but it is funny.”

Normally embarrassment felt white-hot, a rage-inducing humiliation that sent him running for the hills or taking out his anger on whoever was closest, a pit in his stomach. He was expecting that feeling to surface at that moment, but all he could feel was the color in his face and Zoe’s gaze on him.

Maybe it was because there were very few things his sister hadn’t witnessed: She knew him when he was still a gap-toothed child that was afraid of bugs, or when he grew into a pre-teen with braces and a constantly cracking voice.

So, instead of freaking out, he just glared at her half-heartedly. “Whatever.”

“Are you gonna survive if I continue?” she asked, grinning.

He rolled his eyes but nodded, bracing himself for the brush to return. He managed to sit still for the rest of the process, perhaps by sheer willpower or because Zoe was using a firmer touch to spare him some dignity.

“I’m kind of terrified of poking your eye out if I do your mascara,” she said to fill the silence. “Or eyeliner. I’ve never done it on anyone else.”

“Very reassuring,” he muttered.

All the brushes were away from his face, but he kept his eyes shut in case she went back, which was apparently a mistake, as Zoe had taken his sass as a chance to poke him in the ribs, making him flinch and huff out a laugh.

“I can’t believe I forgot you were ticklish,” she said.

“Please forget again,” he replied. “And, if I remember correctly, you are too. I’m not above revenge.”

Zoe laughed. “Okay, truce. But it’s nice to see you smile again.”

The sincerity of her statement made Connor freeze up, just for a moment. He was wading into foreign territory enough, but genuine conversation was almost too much. “Uh, thanks. I think?”

“Sorry, I just—You know, it’s just been a while since…” she trailed off.

“I know.”

She nodded, twirling the eyeliner pencil between her fingers. “So, do you trust me to not blind you?”

“...Not really, but fuck it.”

It turned out that Connor really rocked the color purple, and he loved the way that black eyeliner looked on him, and Zoe offered to show him how to do it himself next time.

He left his sister’s room and walked down the hallway with a giddy feeling in his stomach, something he hadn’t felt for a long time. It occurred to him that he had really missed his sister, no matter how hard he’d ignored it in the past. They still had a lot to work on, but Connor felt like something healed in them both that day, and it was all thanks to an impulsive purchase.

#deh fic #deh ticklefic #deh tickle fic #dear evan hansen fic #dear evan hansen fanfic #dear evan hansen #connor and zoe #connor murphy #zoe murphy #connor & zoe #connor and zoe murphy #murphy siblings #ticklish!connor murphy #ticklefic #tickle fic #deh #raspberry writes

[sweaty-confetti]

hey hey hey deh nation (or the remnants of it)

if y’all treebros enjoyers are still around, i wrote a fic a bit ago im quite proud of it https://archiveofourown.org/works/44827795

#treebros #deh #dear Evan hansen #dear evan hansen musical #musicals #bmc #connor murphy #evan hansen #treebros fic #deh fic #deh fanart

[zoe-murphy-is-my-wife]

So here'a my september 13th contribution to the deh tribute done by @sincerely-us

Dining table:

It was weird, not having his dad with him. He didn't know why he wasn't there. Yes he went in the truck with all their stuff, but surely he'd be back by now. He was never away for that long. 

His mom has been crying all day. She didn't even leave the bed. Jared's mom had driven him to school and back home, telling him to wait in the car with Jared while she went up to talk to his mom.

It was weird, sitting at the dining room table, knowing that something changed but not knowing what, or for how long. How long will Jared's mom drive him to school? How long will mom stay home instead of going to work? How long will there be an empty seat where his dad used to sit?

How long will his dad be gone? 

#dear evan hansen #deh #dear evan hansen the musical #evan hansen #heidi hansen #evan's dad #deh fic #my fic #my writing #short

[thesweetpianowritingdownmylife]

Chapter 5 is up! Evan finds out what happened :) it is not a fun time for him :)

(ch 6 might not be up tomorrow bc it might need some modifications, and tomorrow is ofmd day lol)

#dear evan hansen #deh fic #deh fanfic #dear evan hansen fanfiction #evan hansen #treebros #tree bros #connor murphy #avocado writes fanfiction

[roseandmaple]

lonely together

#my art #deh #connor murphy #dear evan hansen #evan hansen #I am a black Evan truther and I will not apologize #was re reading my old fics and got inspired :) #listen just be happy I did a background

[oscar-is-wild]

why does every treebros fanfic have like

the for forever scene

connor indoctrinates evan into the emo by either music or drugs

either a bmc or heathers reference

gay connor

awkward dinner

inaccurate hospital scene

connor gives evan a car ride

panic attack scene

connor orders pizza for them

jared makes a connor-is-your-boyfriend joke

the gays have a sleepover

#i will die on the hill of canon bisexual connor #deh #dearevanhansen #dont look if youre my sister #i want them both to be bi for once #treebros #it's literally all fanfic of the computer room scene #ive read all 2803 fics on ao3 dont mind me #i have more i just dont remember them

[roadworkaheadyea]

SMOSH Reddit Stories that I want someone to base a fic on

This one is giving treebros with Zoe ditching to go out with Alana and Connor and Evan fall in love at an indie rock concert.

This one is giving Klance Vibes. I believe that in the comments there’s an update that Ryan saw this and now they have talked and are a couple. But like totally a Lance thing to not know he loved Keith until he left for Military Service

#fic inspo #tag me if you write these I need to read them #smosh reddit stories #vld #klance #deh #treebros #galaxy gals #connor murphy #evan hansen #keith kogane #lance mcclain

[awkwardlyflustered]

Careful What You Wish For

Tickletober Day 1: Anticipation

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen

A/N: Alright, it is finally happening, I’m doing (attempting) Tickletober. As always, thank you so much to @august-anon for doing the prompts. They are so horribly adorable, I love them. Anyways, we’ll see how this all goes. There’s a lot of days I’m super excited about and a lot of days I’m worried about doing well with. So without further ado, enjoy!

It all started small, barely noticeable. Evan kissing the spot on his neck that sent shivers down his spine, leaving his hand on the spot that makes Connor tense up, little wiggling fingers as they waved each other off to classes. Connor noticed it of course, but thought it was just a small coincidence, so he brushed it off, trying to calm the slight pink in his cheeks. He was still smiling and running through the “events” of the day when Evan came up behind him and slotted his fingers in between his ribs. Connor sucked in a quick breath and froze up, smiling a little wider knowing what was coming. Well… he thought he knew what was coming. He stood waiting for the fingers to start buzzing into the sensitive spaces, but it never came. Just as he started to open his mouth to say something, Evan leaned up to his ear and whispered in a way that sent shivers throughout his entire body, “Wait for it.” With that, he took his hands away, smirking, knowing just how much he dumbfounded Connor. 

Connor stood there in shock, unable to think, move, or speak. His eyes wider than saucers, and his mouth uselessly stuttering as Evan just chuckled at him.

“Come on babe, it’s time to go.” Connor managed to shake off his shock well enough to follow Evan outside, but the flustered blush made its way back onto his face. “I think I should do that to you more often, pink is a good color on you,” he teased, giving a quick peck to his boyfriend’s cheek. Conor just glared at him and tried to mumble out a retort, but ultimately failed. 

The two started their trek back to Connor’s house, which was very empty at the moment, and they intended to take full advantage of that. The longer they walked, the more excited Connor got. All the way there, Evan would “accidentally” start up his teasing again, and all over again Connor would be a blushing mess. The hand on his waist with the fingers pinched right up against his hips and not moving. The fingers lightly trailing along the back of his neck, but never enough to tickle, just enough to make him jittery. Every little thing Evan did got Connor jumping and smiling, anxiously awaiting the second they walked through the door. He was absolutely certain that Evan was going to damn near tackle him to the door and take him apart, piece by piece. Surely, Evan wouldn’t make this worse than it already was, right?

The two finally made it back to the Murphy residence, and Connor was practically buzzing with excitement. They walked in, and immediately Evan grabbed him and led him over to the couch. Connor happily laid down, and even put his arms up for him. Evan straddled his ever eager boyfriend, and held his hand just a few centimeters away from his tummy.

“You know, I really think this needs to go, don’t you?” He asked, picking at the fabric covering his tummy. Connor didn’t say anything, just laid there, waiting for what he wanted. Evan took his time, slowly rolling Connor’s shirt up. Connor squirmed, unable to help himself. “Hmmm, now where to start?” Evan questioned, smirking at Connor as he groaned. “There’s this beautiful tummy,” he started, gently putting his fingers on his tummy. Connor sucked in his stomach smiling. “Ah ah ah,” he tsked, “wait for it.” Connor groaned, and glared at Evan. He was really starting to hate that phrase.

“Evaaaaaan,” he whined out, wanting nothing more than to just start. Evan simply ignored the whining with a smile. 

“Or there is always your wonderful ribs,” he slowly climbed his fingers up to the bones jutting out of his abdomen. Connor bit his lip, desperately trying to keep himself from giggling before anything had even started. “And of course, there is always these hips that would be so fun, hmm?” Finally, Connor just couldn’t take it anymore.

“EVAN!” He screamed out, finally giving in, “Please just tickle me already!”

“Careful what you wish for.” 

With that, Evan began scribbling under Connor’s arms, making him absolutely scream with laughter. 

“WAHAHAHAIT PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE” He begged out, not ready to already have his worst spot being targeted. 

“Awww what’s wrong, love? I thought you wanted this. In fact you asked me for it,” He teased out, never ceasing the tickling. Connor couldn’t even respond, just kick his feet out and squeal with delight at the feeling wracking his nerves. 

Evan decided to grant just a little bit of mercy to the poor, ticklish boy and moved his fingers down to pinch at his sides. Granted, he couldn’t make it too easy so, naturally, he started blowing raspberries into his tummy. Connor squealed and giggled like a little kid. 

“Ehehehehehevahahahahan!” Evan couldn’t help but smile into Connor’s tummy at hearing him. He was just so cute, he couldn’t stand it. Connor gave up at trying to keep his arms up, and just grabbed onto his wrists, slowly losing his ability to fight and squirm away. 

The two of them carried on like this for a few more minutes. Connor lying there, effortlessly giggling at the tickles he was receiving, and Evan unable to stop smiling at just how cute his boyfriend was. Eventually, though, the tickling slowed to a stop and Evan climbed off the taller boy. 

“Enjoy yourself?” He asked, helping Connor sit up and get resituated. Connor nodded eagerly. 

“Of course I did, but teasing me all day was mean, and you know it.”

“Oh trust me, I know. But what’s the point of tickling you straight away all the time, hmm? Sometimes there has to be a little bit of anticipation, makes it fun.”

“I’ll remember that,” Connor warned, teasingly putting his fingers in between the slots of Evan’s ribs, mirroring the events from earlier. Evan, refusing to lose the battle he started, simply reached down and began squeezing at Connor’s knees. Connor, having absolutely no ability to fight back when tickled doubled over and accepted his fate for the second time of many more that day. 

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #Dear Evan Hansen #DEH #Lee!Connor #Ler!Evan #sorry there's not much actually tickling #I had half of an idea and then panic threw together a fic

[itsmarsss]

Annual Birthday Plant [Jared Kleinman x Evan Hansen] (Dear Evan Hansen)

(from the vault)

Jared Kleinman gives Evan Hansen a plant for his birthday every year since 7th grade.

Words: 2,934

Warnings: like one brief/vague mention of sex

[. . .]

In 7th grade, Jared Kleinman gave Evan Hansen a plant for his birthday. 

He was supposed to come over so the two of them could play video games and eat pizza until their stomachs hurt, their favorite thing to do together since forever.

But, for the first time ever, Jared had to pick Evan's gift himself, unlike every other birthday, when his mom would do it and he wouldn't even have to think about it.

And so for weeks Jared tried to think of something, but nothing seemed to come to mind. He tried making a list with everything he thought Evan would like, but ended up crossing out most items as they were either too expensive or just outright impossible to get, and the more he thought about the things he still had left on the list, the more he convinced himself that Evan wouldn’t actually like any of the options.

So he postponed deciding, because what else would he do? Then suddenly it was Evan's birthday and he was supposed to be at his place in an hour and he didn't have a gift. He started panicking as he got ready to leave, knowing not only it would be a big dick move if he showed up with nothing, but that his mom would probably murder him- but then it hit him, out of the blue: he knew exactly what the perfect gift would be.

His mom did indeed get mad at him for procrastinating until the last minute, but, still on time, Jared managed to show up at Evan's with the perfect gift in hand. 

He never forgot the look of pure joy in Evan's face when he saw the cactus. 

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Evan kept repeating, grabbing the plant and staring at it in awe. "Mom look!"

"It’s beautiful honey!"

"Thank you so much, oh my God!"

Jared was shocked by the amount of happiness the tiny little plant he picked up in a rush at the store was bringing his friend. He couldn’t help but feel extremely proud of himself for choosing the perfect thing. 

"Oh that's fine. I uh. Remembered you said you wanted a plant a few months ago so. Yeah," he said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

"You remembered that?" Evan looked genuinely confused.

"Yeah. No big deal," Jared said, wanting anything but for Evan to get emotional.

Evan didn’t say anything back, and Jared has ever been able to handle silence well, so obviously he started talking. "I uh. I named it uh- shit. Nevermind."

"No, what did you name it?"

"Well I was like. You know just joking about naming it with my mom and we thought Jeff would be a funny name so. But you don't have to name it that. Obviously. Or like. At all."

Evan shrugged. "I like Jeff."

“Cool.”

"Well do you wanna go play Mario Kart?" Evan blurted out after a few seconds of a really awkward silence.

"Hell yeah dude!" 

In eight grade, Jared Kleinman gave Evan Hansen another plant. 

He didn't exactly mean to make it a tradition. In fact, he only got Evan another plant for his birthday the next year because, once again, he couldn't decide on a gift. And so he thought that, well, considering the way Evan seemed to absolutely love Jeff (who was still very much alive, which Jared, who had let dozens of his mom's plants die before, found impossible), he would most likely appreciate another plant.

This time he got him a succulent that came in a little white vase. The moment Evan saw the plant was when Jared did decide to make it a tradition- he had no idea what the deal was with Evan and plants, but he liked that it made him happy. 

"Oh my God. Another one?" Evan sounded stupidly excited.

"Yup. Thought Jeff would like some company."

"Thank you! Holy shit!"

“Evan!” Heidi yelled from her room at his cursing.

“Sorry mom!”

"You know I don't really know anything about this stuff so I got this one. I don't know if you like succulents but-"

Evan cut him off. "I love it."

"Uh, good. That's good."

Evan made way for Jared to enter. "So. Did you name this one too?" He closed the fornt door behind them.

"Not really. But we could think of something."

"Jessica?"

"Ew dude. No."

"What's wrong with Jessica?"

"What's not wrong with a succulent named Jessica?"

"Because a cactus named Jeff is pretty normal?"

Jared rolled his eyes in response. After a couple seconds in silence, his eyes went wide. "Oh shit I got it!"

"What?"

"Are you ready?"

Evan shrugged. "Shoot."

"Hear me out: Tom."

Evan laughed. "All that build-up for "Tom"?"

"Do you have any better ideas?"

Evan seemed to try to come up with something, but quit pretty quickly. "Not really."

"Tom it is!"

On Evan’s 15th birthday, Jared Kleinman gave Evan Hansen yet another plant. 

He had another list, days before the actual birthday. But this time it only consisted of different types of plants. Not that he’d ever- ever- admit to absolutely anyone that he, a totally heterosexual highschool freshman, had spent hours googling different plants to try to find the perfect one to give his (also totally heterosexual) completely platonic best friend for his birthday.

He made his decision as soon as he saw the first picture of the last option on the list, even making sure to go to the store a few days in advance to see if they had it (which they thankfully did). 

He picked it up, like the previous two years, right before his mom dropped him off at Evan’s (because he knew he could not be trusted to take care of it for even a day), but made sure it was in a box this time for completely selfish purposes. He would not just waste a joke.

“Hey! Are you-” Evan’s eyes landed on the small box his friend held. “Oh. Is it not a plant?” he asked him, obviously trying his hardest not to, but sounding a little bit disappointed. Jared’s heart did… something in his chest, like fucking… cartwheels or some shit.

Jared proceeded to ignore those cartwheels. 

“Of course it's a plant.”

Excitement was back on Evan’s face instantly. “Oh cool! Thank you! You know I lo- uh- I really like them.”

“I was gonna say it’s no big deal but you should be so fucking grateful for this one, dude.”

“Why?”

“You’ll… see.” Jared couldn’t contain his laugh. 

Evan started laughing too, but simply because of Jared’s own laughter- he still had no idea what was going on. “Dude what is it?”

“It’s um,” he cleared his throat, trying to stop laughing. “It’s called Lithops? Ever heard of it?”

Evan shook his head no, and Jared wordlessly handed him the box, now unable again to contain some pretty embarrassing-sounding chuckles. Evan opened the box and took the plant out. Now Jared was flat out cackling.

“Get it? Cause it looks like- cause it looks like a-” He couldn’t stop laughing, not able to even talk properly. Apparently only then did Evan register what was so funny about the plant, slapping Jared’s arm. 

“Oh my God! No! That’s disgusting oh my God,” Evan complained, but it was obvious he was fighting a smile.

“I’m sorry!” Jared said, still laughing and very obviously not sorry at all.

When Evan Hansen turned 16, Jared Kleinman crossed out his first plant idea.

He decided to buy Evan an incredibly specific plant instead- one so specific the flower shop where he’d bought all the plants from the previous years didn't actually have it, and he had to drive across town to get it. 

“Heeyyy Ev!”

“Hey. You’re… late” Evan sounded a bit disappointed, and Jared couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about it. Still, he also couldn’t help being sarcastic about it.

“Maybe I’m not. Maybe you’re just early!”

“To… my own place?”

“I’m sorry.” There was no sarcasm in his voice anymore. 

Evan seemed surprised by that. “Oh it's fine! It’s- it’s okay.”

“I’m late for a good reason though!”

“Which is?”

“Your gift dumbass! Now normally I buy your little plant friends from this shop a couple blocks from my place BUT I really wanted to give you this one and turns out they didn’t have it so I had to drive across the city to get it from this other shop, which was kinda sketchy by the way, not gonna lie, but anyway yeah here it is!” He outstretched his hands, holding the small box with the plant inside.

Evan laughed at his lienghty explanation as he grabbed it, and started opening the box before pausing. “Wait. What’s so special about this one that you did all that to get it? If it’s another-”

“Stop being so dramatic! It’s cute I promise.”

Judging by the look on his face, Evan didn’t seem so sure, but opened it anyway. 

“Oh. It IS cute! It looks like that thing that nemo lives in!”

“The… anemone?”

“I guess? I don’t know dude.”

“Well you wanna know what it’s called?”

“Here we go.”

“Don’t be a perv, Hansen! It’s nothing dirty it’s just funny!”

“Okay what is it?”

“Baby toes,” Jared announced in the same tone Evan would picture someone using to pitch a brand name idea for a CEO.

“There’s no way this is called baby toes.”

“It is!”

“You are so stupid, oh my God,” Evan said, smiling.

“I mean I’m not the one who owns baby toes, so...” 

“Well what are we gonna name this one?”

“I dunno. I thought about a few names but it was for another type of plant so I don’t think it fits.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh well uh. I was actually gonna give you this one called anthurium? Is it anthurium?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well it was gonna be one of those ‘cause I thought it had like cool colored leaves but apparently the colorful parts are actually just leaf-looking flowers so. Baby toes.”

“What’s wrong with flowers?”

“Oh you know. Just like… giving a dude flowers you know. Sounds kinda uh. You know what I mean.”

Evan seemed like he was gonna push him further about it, but decided not to. Jared was more than thankful for that. “Well I liked this one. It’s pretty cute. What about Joey?”

Jared was too busy tensing up and holding his breath to properly register what Evan said. “What?”

“I said what about Joey?”

“Like from Friends?”

“I thought you hated Friends.”

“Doesn’t mean I don��t know anything about it! It’s pop culture!”

On Evan's 17th, Jared Kleinman chose Evan Hansen’s plant pretty early, and he was really proud of himself.

“Jared?” Evan asked when he opened the door. “You’re early,” he pointed out with a frown.

“Can’t a guy be early to his friend’s birthday celebration?”

“Is this about the plant you’re gonna give me?”

“Who said I got you a plant?” Jared asked exaggeratedly, hiding the box behind his back.

Evan laughed. “Okay whatever. I’m almost done. Just gotta put on deodorant and do something about my hair and we can go.” He ran upstairs, and Jared waited for him by the doorstep. After about five minutes he was back.

“Okay I’m done! We should probably get going so there’s no chance it’s sold out.”

“Dude we’re watching a Captain America movie at like 5pm I don’t think it’s gonna sell out.”

“Let’s just go.”

“Okay, fine. But first, your gift!”

“My ‘not a plant’ gift?”

“Your… ‘maybe a plant’ gift.”

Evan grabbed the box and opened it. Then he freaked out. “HOLY SHIT ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I’VE BEEN WANTING ONE OF THESE FOR FOREVER! IT’S LIKE A MINI TREE!” 

Jared laughed at his excitement. “Don’t get too turned on, tree boy! we still got a movie to catch.”

Evan flipped him off before carefully placing the plant on the kitchen counter. He took one more look at it before turning back around. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Not even a thank you?”

Evan said nothing, just motioning for him to move, locking the front door before they both walked to Jared’s car. He did awkwardly thank him when they got in the car.

“It’s whatever. So what are you gonna name it?”

Evan stopped to think about it for a second. “Oh! Maybe Steve?”

“You totally just thought about it because of Captain America.”

“So what?”

“So the obvious choice should be Tony!”

“I am not naming my plant Tony, Jared.”

“You’re no fun!”

He did name the plant Tony.

On their senior year, Jared Kleinman gave Evan Hansen nothing for his 18th birthday, as he saw fit.

A year later, things were going better between the two of them. Still, Jared Kleinman gave Evan Hansen nothing for his 19th birthday.

On Jared Kleinman’s sophomore year of college, he decided they were finally fine again. He got an air plant, which he didn’t even know were a thing, and planned to keep it in his room until Evan’s 20th birthday.

Evan ended up getting his plant a couple days early though, when they were just hanging out in Jared's room.

“What’s its name?” Evan asked, pulling Jared out of his own thoughts.

Jared looked up from the videogame screen. “What?” 

“What’s its name?” He asked again, pointing to the tiny glass vase with a plant in it.

“No! Shit!”

“What?” Evan asked, probably scared of having done something wrong.

“You weren’t supposed to see that!”

“Why?”

“Because it’s your gift dumbass.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Well. Now that you ruined it. You like it?”

“Yeah! Air plants are pretty cool.”

“Cool.”

“So,” Evan spoke up after a few seconds of awkward silence. “What do you think I should name it?”

“Aren’t you a little bit too old to name plants?” Jared asked, mindful to emphasise his jokeful tone.

“If not me then who?” Evan asked dramatically. 

“Whatever you say Mr.-I-speak-for-the-trees.”

“Oh wait I know!”

“Okay shoot.”

“Audrey II!”

“I should not have introduced you to musicals.”

“But you did.” Evan smiled. Jared didn’t like how much he liked that.

The following year, Jared Kleinman made the decision to tell Evan Hansen about the no-so-platonic feelings he realized he felt for him.

And chickened out of it.

"Are you gonna say anything?"

Evan looked up from the daisies in his hands. "What?"

"You just gonna stand there and stare at it or what?"

"These are daisies."

"Yes they are."

"These are flowers."

"I guess."

"You just gave me flowers."

"I guess I did."

"Does it… mean anything?"

Jared seemed to be taken by surprise. He didn’t expect Evan to get it so quickly, let alone be so upfront about it. So, he chickened out. 

"Except just me giving you your annual birthday plant? It's your 21st it's special!"

Evan sighed. "I don't get you."

"I mean neither of us are in the closet anymore at this point so I figured like. What's the matter, ya know? That's all."

Silence.

"Okay. Sure."

"Alright."

"Her name’s gonna be Patricia by the way."

"I cannot stress enough how much I hate this decision."

"Well the flowers are mine so..." 

On Jared Kleinman’s junior year of college, he smiled as he walked to Evan Hansen's dorm room with his birthday plant in hand.

He knocked on the door and waited. Evan opened it in only a few seconds. Jared noticed his hair was wet, probably just having taken a shower, and he was wearing his favorite dress shirt. 

"Oh we're fancy today huh?" He raised an eyebrow and pointed at the shirt. 

"Shut up. What's that?"

"You seriously need to stop asking that as if it's not gonna be a plant."

"I'm being polite!"

"Well stop! You can't be polite to me. It makes me look like an asshole."

"Maybe you're just an asshole regardless."

"Actually go back to being polite."

"Are you gonna give it to me or what?"

He faked an indignated gasp. "What kind of guy do you take me for, Hansen?" 

He handed Evan the box, and both of them entered the room. Evan set the box on his desk and sat down to open it.

"Oh It's- it's an anthurium."

"Yeah. You like it?"

"I do. But…”

“But what?” Jared pursed his eyebrows together. Shit had he done something wrong? Dis Evan not like anthurims anymore or-

“Don't you think it's a little weird giving flowers to another guy?"

Jared let out the breath he'd been holding. "I will murder you."

"I'm just saying, you know."

“I literally gave you daisies last year.”

“I didn’t wanna say anything back then but like… that was kinda... you know... it was a little gay.”

"I will break up with you."

"No you won't.”

Jared couldn’t think of a funny comeback, so they just stayed in silence for a moment. 

Then Evan stood up. "Thank you. Really,” he said seriously, and leaned in to kiss him. He smiled at Jared’s lack of response to it.

Jared, in turn, could barely speak, his cheeks burning an embarrassing, obvious amount. "That- that's okay-"

Evan laughed at his flustered state, which he still got into pretty often considering they’d already been together for a few months now. He decided not to tease him about it this time, grabbing his jacket instead. “C’mon we’re gonna be late.”

“I mean. Your mom won’t mind…” Jared went on, obviously not entirely serious about it since they really were almost late, but also not entirely joking. Evan found it extremely cute.

They really had to go, though. “What kind of guy do you take me for, Kleinman?” He asked, mocking what Jared had said earlier. 

Jared rolled his eyes. “Okay let’s go you ruined the sexy mood.”

They both took one last glance at the anthurium on the desk before leaving.

7th grade Jared Kleinman really had no idea what he was getting into when he gave Evan Hansen that first cactus, did he?

[. . .]

A/N: You go 16 year old mars with the dead ship from the dead fandom of a dead musical! If anyone remembers this it's cause it's been on ao3 since it was written a few years ago and it's actually been posted here when i had a different blog (i was bigbilliamdenbro/marsiguess). I'll be going back to writing and posting and old writing will be tagged as from the vault! Interact and maybe even request away! I'm really glad to be back :)

#kleinsen #evan hansen #jared kleinman #dear evan hansen #evan hansen x jared kleinman #kleinsen fic #ao3 #itsmarssss #ben platt #will roland #deh #from the vault

[querido-eh-dump]

Periódicamente siento la necesidad de dibujar a estos dos siendo felices. Según yo, está es una recopilación de los bocetos más presentables de la reserva que guardo, más una ilustración.

#conguel #they're in love your honor let them be happeeey #part one of many from my stash #first pic was for Con's bday according to one fic that destroys me everytime #last pic is ancient bc it was one of the first sketches i made ab them #floating heads are my custom brushes #these are so inconsistent idk how to keep an art style #need to try more styles on M #i could rant ab these all day but enough #deh miguel #miguel deh #connor murphy

[nothingunrealistic]

nearly six years later and this particular excerpt from this article about the deh novel still haunts me

The collaboration was mostly smooth, though occasionally there was back and forth about how much liberty Mr. Emmich should take with the story. It “was a learning process,” Mr. Emmich said. “At first, I was incredibly faithful to the play, and then they urged me to take more chances, which I was happy to do. Then they had to reel me back in.”

what did he have to be reeled in from doing???

#to say nothing of the random connor/evan fic linked halfway through the piece. and it really is random. no apparent reason for choosing it #dear evan hansen #deh novel #val emmich

[ticklishraspberries]

Caught (Connor/Miguel, Zoe)

Summary: Zoe comes home to find that her brother has snuck someone over. (Listen, okay. I know there are like ten people in this fandom, but I cannot choose what my brain decides to fixate on. I am a sucker for Connor/Miguel, and a sucker for Murphy sibling bonding, and this fic just spilled out. So, take this self-indulgent thing and I hope you enjoy it!!)

Zoe completely forgot that the jazz band had canceled rehearsal that afternoon, and she lugs her guitar all the way to their practice room before realizing, letting out a groan. She carries her guitar all the way back to her car, getting into the driver’s seat and playing some Phoebe Bridgers for her ride home, shamelessly singing along.

Ever since Connor transferred to Hanover, she’s had the car to herself, which gives her the freedom to blast her music and stop by Starbucks whenever she wants. Even with the detour for coffee, she’s home much earlier than she would be on a normal Tuesday. She toes off her Converse by the front door, places her car keys on the table. As she heads towards the stairs, she swears she hears…voices?

Neither of her parents’ cars are in the driveway, and Connor isn’t usually the type to talk to himself, and even if he was, there are definitely two voices, and they’re laughing. He could be watching a show, but it’s much too loud to be from the television. Any normal person would assume that their brother has a friend over, but Zoe’s never seen Connor bring anyone back to the house. Better yet, she’s never known any of Connor’s friends, and always just assumed that he has none. Curiosity and confusion overtake her as she climbs the stairs, and she knocks on the door.

The giggling doesn’t stop — her big brother, giggling, a sound she hasn’t heard since they were children. She can also hear an unfamiliar voice say something, but the thick wood of the door muffles the words. Clearly they hadn’t heard her knock, so she pushes the door open, brows furrowed and questions ready on her tongue.

Connor is half-pinned to his navy blue sheets, long hair messy and hoodie pushed above his navel, cheeks red. A good-looking, tan-skinned boy that Zoe didn’t recognize is the one hovering over him, tickling his sides and grinning like mad. She only catches it for a split second before they both jump at her arrival, drawing away from one another like they’d been caught doing something much less innocent.

“Zoe, what the fuck?” Connor asks, and his voice sounds breathless, trying to fix his rucked up shirt. “Did you forget how to fuckin’ knock?”

Zoe can’t tell if he’s more angry or embarrassed, and figures he’s teetering somewhere in between. An angry Connor is never a good thing, but can’t bring herself to care in that moment, still unsure if this is some kind of fever dream. “Sorry, I just heard…Who are you?” she asks, looking at the other boy.

“I’m Miguel,” he replies, sounding significantly less flustered than her brother. “I’m Connor’s, uh, friend. Nice to meet you.”

Connor huffs, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child. They’re both clearly a bit stoned, and Zoe can still smell the smoke lingering in the room.

She gives Miguel a smile. “Nice to meet you. Sorry for barging in, I was just surprised…Connor doesn’t usually have friends over.”

“And you aren’t usually home ‘til four on Tuesdays,” Connor replies at the same time that Miguel says, “No worries.”

“Jazz band was canceled. I didn’t think I had to tell you, since I didn’t think you’d be sneaking a friend over,” she says. “I’ll warn you next time, I guess. And I won’t tell mom and dad, either.”

Connor fiddles with the strings on his hoodie, pointedly looking anywhere but at Zoe or Miguel, and it’s actually kind of hilarious to see her brother so clearly flustered. “Whatever. Thanks, I guess,” he mutters.

Zoe nods, and there’s an awkward beat of silence before she’s reaching for the doorknob, intending to go back to her room and study. But before she shuts the door all the way, a mischievous little lightbulb goes off over her head. She had honestly forgotten that her brother was ticklish at all, as it wasn’t knowledge she put to use anymore. They had stopped being physically playful with one another by the time she was ten, but now, she remembers it clear as day, wrestling and making one another shriek with laughter.

“Hey, Miguel?” she says, peeking back into the room.

“What’s up?” he asks.

Zoe’s eyes flicker to Connor, and she smirks. “If I remember correctly, his knees are really bad. Have fun!” She shuts the door and strolls down the hallway to her own bedroom. She hears Connor yell “traitor!” before dissolving into laughter once again, and for the first time in years, she feels a fondness towards her older brother that she thought had been lost.

Whoever this Miguel guy is, she hopes he’s good for Connor. As strained as their relationship has become, Zoe knows that deep down, she loves her brother and wants him to get better. She knows that dating someone (because she has a sneaking suspicion that Miguel is more than a friend) won’t “fix” him, but maybe it will give him a push in the direction of healing.

About an hour passes before she hears two pairs of footsteps head down the stairs, which she assumes is Miguel leaving. She glances out her window and watches him walk out to his car, Connor following behind him. Before Miguel gets into the driver’s seat, he leans forward and presses a kiss to Connor’s lips. Called it, she thinks.

Miguel drives off and she watches her brother walk back towards the house, hears him make his way back up the stairs and to his bedroom. It makes her heart feel a little lighter, realizing her brother still has a soft side after all these years.

When her parents come home, she takes her seat at the dinner table and shoots Connor a look, a tiny smile. He responds by subtly flipping her off, but there’s no malice behind it. Zoe decides that the next time that jazz band is canceled, she’ll bring home coffee for Connor and Miguel, too.

#conguel #connor murphy #zoe murphy #miguel deh #miguel dear evan hansen #connor x miguel #miguel x connor #connor & zoe #connor and zoe #dear evan hansen #deh fic #deh ticklefic #deh tickle fic #ticklefic #tickle fic #dear evan hansen fic #deh fanfic #raspberry writes

[sochilll]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary:

After Jared and Evan have a particularly bad fight, Jared ends up in a weird sort of friendship with Zoe Murphy of all people.

#what if they were FRIENDS #my plan for this (bc it has background kleinsen) is to make a sequel fic that is more kleinsen heavy #but this one is just about the jared zoe friendship #anyway heehee here #deh #my writing #jared kleinman #zoe murphy

[offended-dot-png]

I keep seeing people with Harold pfps in the wild why is this happening

#total drama #two of them have been on DEH fics #td harold

[thesweetpianowritingdownmylife]

We have reached the espresso depresso chapter. MIND THE TAGS for suicidality and triggering content.

#dear evan hansen #deh fic #tree bros #dear evan hansen fanfiction #connor murphy #evan hansen #tw: suicide #avocado writes fanfiction

[sweaty-confetti]

we’re reading the desperate type 

#the desperate type #the desperate type fic #treebros #treebros fic #deh #chchchchcherrybomb