#dehxreader

Request from anon: Perhaps a Connor x reader about the reader figuring out that Connor has an interesting kink (Whether its certain nicknames such as master, alpha, daddy.) or something like (Choking or spanking his partner) anything like that. maybe start out as a fluff and move on to a smut when she figures out about the kink and teases him about it just a bit.

Warnings: smut obviously ya ding dongs, connor is such a dom here holy fuck, all consensual but p dominant and rough ayy (edit I meant to make it tougher and wrote the warnings before writing the story so disclaimer it’s still p vanilla bc I’m a child of god), ps connor has a daddy kink that’s the kink for this and also doNT FIGHT ME ON THIS, also shit ending and imagine in general ahahahahahafmlkms

The Murphy household was empty, the exception to that being the two teenage lovebirds laying on the taller of the two, the boy’s, bed. The girl laid her head on her boyfriends chest, looking up at him and puckering her lips to reach his chin to leave a flurry of featherlight kisses on his neck and jawline. He chuckled lightly as she did so, looking down and returning the favor by littering the top of her head with similar kisses. She giggles as he did moments ago, and moved herself closer to his face so the two can leave such kisses on the others lips. She pulls the fuzzy grey blanket wrapped lazily around the two tighter and moves herself to lay her small figure directly on him, continuing to peck his lips. She lets her hands travel to his face and squish his cheeks slightly as they continue the purely romantic kissing session. She pulls back and squishes his face more, giggling at the sight. He laughs as well, her laugh bein contagious to him.

“Okay, babe, as much as I love this, I’m sweating to death with you and a blanket on top of me,” he says before pecking her lips again and carefully moving her off of him so he can stand up to remove his hoodie and replace it with a t-shirt. He stands, pulling the neck of his hoodie up and over his head, leaving his pale chest and subtle abs revealed to his girlfriend, who proceeded to swoon a bit as she remembered how attractive her boyfriend is.

“Damn, baby, take it off, yes, daddy, fuck me up!” She calls to her boyfriend, teasing him and watching as he chuckles when she starts and how his face grows darker near the end of her sentence. He bites his lip but opens his drawer to grab a miscellaneous band shirt anyway, shutting it rather harshly and throwing the shirt on. He crawls back onto the bed, awkwardly, and sits upright against his headboard now. She studies his face and furrows her eyebrows, curious as to what she had said that set her boyfriend off, as she knew he was known to have quick mood swings set off by a simple phrase. She thought of her words, coming to the conclusion that her joking tone had set his mind into a whirlwind of thoughts of how she probably didn’t love him or actually think he was attractive and was just joking.

“Conny? You okay? Look I was only kidding but I do think you’re attractive, okay? I-I mean if that’s what you’re even worried about-“ she continues to ramble shakily until he cuts her off.

“Not that, I’m fine,” he speaks dryly before shifting uncomfortably and pulling his knees up. He grabs the blanket and sets it over his long legs and folded lap.

“Baby I know you’re lying, somethings wrong, what is it, was it something I said or is your own mind wandering?” She rests a hand on his chest and rubs him comfortingly, hoping to coax her boyfriends worries out of him.

“Y/N, I promise nothing is wrong, or nothing bad at least,” he mumbles the last part and shifts yet again, leaving her to furrow her eyebrows further and question his behavior. She think over every word she said until it all finally clicks; his awkward and uncomfortable shifting, his dark look in his eyes, the sudden behavior at one specific word in her sentence.

“No way,” she laughs out, his attention snapping to you as you giggle, “you totally have a daddy kink!”

His face grows red as he stutters, “Wha-, uh, uhm, n-no, why- why would y-you, uh, would you think th-that?”

“Oh I don’t know, just a thought,” she speaks seductively, biting her lip before leaning up to whisper against his ear, “daddy.” He growls, letting his legs straighten to reveal the near fully grown bulge in his black jeans.

“Call me that again and I can’t promise that I won’t rip every last piece of clothes you’re wearing off, hold your arms far above your head, and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to talk to call me that tomorrow,” he grits his teeth as he speaks, his voice low and practically a growl. She bites her lip as she feels her own arousal growing at his statement, before deciding she’d want that more than anything.

“Whatever you say, daddy,” she nibbles on his ear before he throws his head back slowly and groans.

“That’s it,” he grumbles before flipping the two of them over and attacking her lips with his, this kiss filled with more passion and lust than the ones shared previously. His lips travel from her lips to her jawline and then her neck, mercilessly sucking and biting the area, leaving marks to let the world know she’s his.

She reaches for the hem of his shirt and begins to lift it off of him before he pulls away from her to pull it off all the way and take hers off, leaving her laying below him in her jeans and bra. He leans down to bite a hickey on her breast before his hands move to fiddle with the button and zipper on her jeans. Releasing his lips from her chest, he moves down her body, kissing the trail down her stomach, to remove her jeans and toss them somewhere in his room. He places a kiss to her clothed heat, smirking at the shudder she lets out and enjoying that he has this control over her.

“Conny,” she whines as he looks up at her and smirks again, shaking his head.

He crawls back up to her and leaves sloppy, wet kisses on her neck and temple before whispering, “That’s what you get for teasing me, babygirl. And it’s daddy to you from now on, you got that?”

“Mmh, yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, daddy.” She bites her lip as he smirks contently before standing up and removing his own jeans, letting his underwear come down with them and revealing his hard member to her. She lets her eyes travel up and down his body as she reaches back to unhook her bra and toss it aside. Connor crawls back on her on the bed and kisses her passionately before yet again traveling his lips down from her lips to her breasts. This time he sucks her right nipple and moves his left hand to tease her other. She throws her head back and lets out a whiny moan.

“Please, daddy, fuck me already.”

“Patience, babygirl,” he says after he’s removed his lips from her breast. He slowly crawls down her body til he’s reached her core and is face to face with her soaked through panties. He smirks before taking the hem in his mouth and pulling them down her body, her thrusting upwards slightly to allow him to pull them down. After they’re tossed aside, he crawls back to to face her again, the tip of his hard member teasing her entrance. She bites her lip and thrusts towards it, while he chuckles.

“My, babygirl, you are impatient today, aren’t you? So wet, all for my cock?”

“Yes daddy, for you and only you, please daddy fuck me already,” she speaks exasperatedly and looks into his eyes, pleading for him to take her as he said he would. He reaches over to her bedside table to grab a condom, slipping it onto his member before reaching up to hold her wrists above her head, like he promised he would. She bites her lip in anticipation while he slides into her, giving her no time to prepare before he begins to thrust. Within mere seconds she’s already a moaning, screaming mess.

“Oh yes, Co- daddy, fuck, daddy,” she screams repeatedly, loud enough the neighbors could probably hear. She throws her head back and continued to call out his new title for many more minutes, before the two cum loudly, both moaning the others title.

Anon request: “A song fic jared x reader based off the song "Video Games" by Lana Del Rey (or maybe they sing it together drunkenly at a karaoke night idk)”

Lana Del Ray has such a sexy and sensual sound I can’t not do a loving sensual smut to her song so here you go this is kinda smutty but also fluffy

Warnings: kinda smutty, alcohol usage, underage drinking,

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Swinging in the backyard

Pull up in your fast car whistling my name

Y/N sat in the old, creaking swing-set in her backyard. Phone in hand, she looked up to the swaying trees and branches and pushed herself on the ground so she swayed calmly with them. She felt the nostalgia of trying to see how high she could swing on this set when it was first built for her third birthday, and the joy it brought her throughout the years. Who could know why a simple wooden swing-set would give Y/N enough joy to last a childhood. She thought of it until she heard the rumble of an engine get louder and louder before stopping abruptly at its park. The newest source of her joy opened his car door and closed it after him, locking the door and crossing around the side of the house to the partly rusted gate surrounding her backyard. He leaned against it and let out a low, long whistle, catcalling the girl that stood from her swing and sauntered over to him at the gate. She cut off his whistle with a peck on the cheek, leading to another on his lips. She smiled when she pulled away, him following suit after his eyes had drifted down to catch a glance of her contagious smile. He nodded towards his car in the driveway behind him, opening the gate for Y/N and watching her go to the passenger side door, admiring her beauty that’s still evident and clear from behind. He blushes and chuckles to himself before hopping into the drivers seat and pulling out and heading towards his own house.

Open up a beer

And you say get over here and play a video game

He leads her to his room, as he usually does, stopping to grab a few beers from his fridge that his parents won’t notice are missing. He swings the door shut and sets the cans on his desk, keeping two in his hands and tossing one to her on the place she’s already adopted as her own on his bed. He opens his own and takes a swig, watching as she does the same. This pattern goes as such for a few hours, until the beers he grabbed are long gone and the two of them have switched to passing a bottle of wine back and forth between the two as they sit cross legged on his bed. They’re both significantly tipsy and giggling at every remark the other makes. He stands and grabs an Playstation controller, turning on the gaming system and starting up whatever game was already in the disk slot.

“Get, get over here and, uh, play a v-video game,” he slurs through his words before he sits himself back on his bed, this time behind her. He pulls her back against him to lay on his chest and lap as she giggles.

I'm in his favorite sun dress

Watching me get undressed take that body downtown

“Did I ever, uh, did I ever tell you I fucking love this s-s-sundress on you?” He stutters and slurs his ‘s’ but the meaning is there and she blushes regardless. “It’s probably my favorite, you look so hot when you wear it.”

She wriggles her self out of his lap and stands in front of him. His eyes look between the screen and her in front of him, until she leans forward and whispers in his ear.

“As good as I look in it, I’m sure you prefer when I take it off,” she says seductively, nibbling on his ear a little before standing up and walking further from him. She slowly slips the straps on her dress off her shoulders, one by one, and pulls it down until it’s pooled at her feet and she’s left in a lacy black bralette and matching panty. She smirks as his gaze travels her body and he can’t pull his eyes away.

I say you the bestest

Lean in for a big kiss put his favorite perfume on

“Baby, you’re the bestest,” the boy giggles out in his tipsy state. She giggles in response and saunters over to him, leaning down to using her hand to guide his chin upwards and planting a light kiss to his lips, filled with as much passion as an intoxicated, lust-filled teenage girl can manage.

Go play your video game

It's you, it's you, it's all for you

Everything I do

I tell you all the time

“Play your video game, baby, I’ll be here when you’re done, all this for you, baby, everything I do’s for you.” She slurs sensually as she crawls onto the bed on her knees, setting herself behind him and resting her arms across his shoulders so her hands lay on his chest and her head cuddled up to his neck, leaving light kisses there occasionally.

Heaven is a place on earth with you

Tell me all the things you want to do

I heard that you like the bad girls honey, is that true?

He pauses his game and tosses the remote to the pile of clothes on the other side of his room.

“Baby, you make it feel like heavens on earth and I’m there when I’m with you.” He grabs her hand and turns to face her more, pulling her closer to him.

She leans forward and whispers in his ear again, “tell me all the things you wanna do, baby. I heard that you like bad girls, baby, that true?”

It's better than I ever even knew

They say that the world was built for two

Only worth living if somebody is loving you

Baby now you do

“Damn right it is, baby,” he leans into her lips and takes them with his own, laying back and she straddles him now. “Baby you’re so much better than I ever even thought before I knew you. This world was built for two and isn’t worth living unless someone’s loving you, and baby, you got a reason to live now.” She giggles and blushes as she remembers what a sap Jared is when he’s drunk, and leans down to kiss him again, gravitating her hands to the hem of his shirt and breaking the kiss to pull it off. She runs her hands across the chubbier boys stomach, whispering about his beauty against his lips.

Singing in the old bars

Swinging with the old stars

Living for the fame

Kissing in the blue dark

Playing pool and wild darts

Video games

He holds me in his big arms

Drunk and I am seeing stars

This is all I think of

Many hours later and the two lay naked, slightly more sober now, under a blanket. Jared with a game controller in his hand and his eyes fixated on the screen, and Y/N with her head on her boyfriends chest. Her eyes are fixated upwards at him while her hand plays with his hair. He pauses the game and sets the controller down, looking down to her laying on his chest. He wraps both arms around her and kisses her head.

“Baby,” she says softly, “whenever I’m drunk, so drunk I can only see the stars and my minds a fucking mess, I’m gonna make sure to remember this; moments like this.” He kisses her head softly once more while she nuzzles into his chest.

Everything I do

I tell you all the time

Heaven is a place on earth with you

Tell me all the things you want to do

I heard that you like the bad girls honey, is that true?

It's better than I ever even knew

They say that the world was built for two

Only worth living if somebody is loving you

Baby now you do (Now you do)

Warnings: none

Request: Idk if this is stupid or not but I randomly thought of Jared x reader where they're both bored so they go on omegle and end up being put together and they're surprised at first but then they really get to know each other more than just people who go to the same school ya know and fluff fluff fluff!

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Another Friday night at home, alone, with no plans or friends to hang out with. You scrolled through Snapchat and watched stories, seeing the parties happening right now that you weren’t cool enough to be at and seeing which friends of yours were hanging out at the moment without you. Closing out of the app you sighed and pulled your laptop into your lap, pulling up YouTube and going through your subscriptions, even though you already did that an hour ago and their were no new videos uploaded since then. You clicked through your bookmarked tabs in an effort to find something to do when you were brought to Omegle. It’s been a while since you’ve messed around on here, you’ve decided, so so start typing in tags for different artists you liked and video games you played. Grabbing your headphones and plugging them in and setting them comfortably on your ears, you clicked the start chatting button and adjusted your laptop’a camera angle and the mic on your headphones. The first person you met was a kid who looked to be about seven. You exited from talking to him, not wanting to spend your night talking to a random kid who’s parents don’t monitor their computer time enough. Another video chat was generated, and you were met with an acne-faced girl with cliche blue fringe. You saw you had an interest in All Time Low in common. The two of you chatted for a while until she left out of nowhere, leaving you to move on to another stranger. The next stranger didn’t have a face, and so the camera was panned to his fully erect dick. You clicked to exit that chat quicker that you had for anything. Hesitantly, you gave it another shot and the camera opened to a familiar face.

“Hey, do I know you?” You said immediately. The boys face twisted in confusion before lighting up slightly.

Stranger is typing...

Hey! Yeah, bio class, Mr. Whitney...

Stranger is typing...

Gimme a sec and I’ll get my mic on

He left the screen for a moment as he reached down to grab what you assumed was a pair of headphones with a mic attached. You were correct, as you watched him unplug his earbuds and replace them with the bulkier headphones, adjusting the mic angle before pressing a button on his computer before you heard the subtle static and the sound of his high pitched voice.

“Hey, can you hear me?” He asked, you confirming by giving him two thumbs up.

“Yup, Hey, it’s Jared right?”

Jared nodded, “Yeah, and your name is... Y/N?” You nodded, too enthusiastically you decided and cringed slightly. “So, no big Friday night parties or orgies you have planned?” He asks, laughing somewhat evilly afterwards.

You giggle, “Not this Friday, I’m not much of a party gal anyway, but next Friday I do have an orgy so if you planned on coming back every Friday at the same time in order to find me again, you’re out of luck,” you shrug and grin at him while he laughs again and sarcastically slaps his knee and snaps.

“Well damn, there goes that plan, guess I’ll have to just stick with seeing the back of your head in bio class every day.”

“What a shame, I know you were really looking forward to seeing me every Omegle trip and getting a break from the faceless dicks.”

“I mean your face is an upgrade after the micropenis I just ran into.” You giggle and blush slightly despite knowing it was just a simple joke, not that Jared could see your blush anyway through the crappy webcam.

“So what about you, Mr. Kleinman, no parties for you on this Friday night?” You tease back to him.

He shakes his head, “I don’t know if you know this about me, but I don’t really get invited to parties. I think it’s because they know I’ll be too wild for their middle school level parties anyway.”

“Oh I’m sure that’s the reason,” you chuckle back.

“Are you doubting that I’m a badass, hardcore, part goer!?” He speaks with mock offense.

“I don’t know, am I?” You reply with a similar mocking tone, “Now, would I do such a thing?”

“Yes, you most definitely would do such a thing!” He lets out an obnoxious laugh, “I’ll have to show you a good time someday, show you that I am a party animal.”

You smile back to him through the screen, “I think I’d like that, tiger,” you giggle, questioning where ‘tiger’ came from but rolling with it anyway. He growled and pawed with his hand in response, cringing at his own actions as you had your words. The both of your burst out in laughter afterwords, doubling over and wiping tears from your eyes.

”Man, that almost makes my calling you ‘tiger’ not cringy.“

”Oh, shush, that was still cringy.“ The two of you laugh and talk for what feels like minutes but is in actuality hours. Your conversation doesn’t stop until you notice the sky changing colors outside your window and check the time.

”Holy shit, did we talk all night? It’s like four in the morning, god I’m gonna be tired all day,“ you groan but still giggle at the fact that the two of you had a conversation about memes for the past hour.

”As much as I really would love to stay and chat,“ you say reluctantly, ”I really should get at least a couple hours of sleep before it’s too late and I have to go through my Saturday with no sleep.“ Jared face drops slightly in genuine disappointment.

”Okay, but at least give me your number, we can continue this conversation sometime.“ He’s awkward when he asks, and it’s clear that he’s making an attempt to flirt but you’re oblivious to it. You read off your number to him and he takes it down in his phone, yours dinging a moment later.

You give him a tired grin and yawn, ”Good night, Jared, or, good morning, rather.”

Plot: one of the ways I think the February day when Evans Dad came by before going away could have gone.

Warnings: sad ig, divorce, abandonment idk.

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Heidi Hansen sat on her couch with a hot chocolate in hand on the brisk February day. She had her laptop in her lap, looking into online classes, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to go to a physical class until her son was much older. She got up to put her mug away, closing the laptop and sighing as she did so. When she placed the mug in the sink she heard a car pull up and turn off. Looking out the small window in the kitchen she saw a U-Haul truck in the driveway with a familiar face behind the wheel. She bit her lip and forced herself not to cry, realizing that this was suddenly real. 
Calmly, Heidi walked quickly to her son, Evan’s, room. Evan sat there carefully placing plastic trees around the train track he put together earlier, his small hands placing each tree an inch or so apart, so that they could ‘share the sunlight’ as he had explained many times before. Heidi smiled at the small boy before walking over and kneeling down to his height, the boy turning to face his mother as she looked into her sons blue eyes.

“Evan, honey, you’re gonna stay up here and play for a while, okay? I, uh, I’ve got some work to do, so don’t leave your room or come outside, please. Can you do that for me?” Heidi asked calmly, smiling at her son as he nodded obediently. She kissed the top of his short, but still a bit ruffled, blond hair, “Good, I love you, Evan.“

“I love you too, mommy,” the small boy replied, turning his attention back to the tree in his hand and finding a place for it to go. Heidi smiled lovingly at her son, but her adoration for him was interrupted by a harsh knock on the door. She turned to answer it, closing Evans door behind her and walking down the hallway, stopping by a mirror on the wall to make sure she didn’t look as if she had been crying. Opening the door she was met with the all-too familiar harsh face she used to love.

“Hel-”

“I’m here for my things,” he cut Heidi off coldly, pushing past her to walk into the house and going straight to his office with a few folded up large boxes in hand. Heidi sighed sadly and held back tears as she remembered the many nights her husband spent in his office, blurting out the same ‘I’m working’ excuse every night until they took their ‘temporary’ break. He started picking up files and papers and random knick knacks and putting them in the box. Heidi couldn’t bear to watch anymore and stood at the kitchen counter, leaning against it as she struggled to keep her breathing normal. She didn’t hear the soft patter of a small child’s footsteps down the stairs and was startled when she heard his soft voice.

“Mommy?”

She took a breath and wiped her eyes, trying to hide her pain from her son, before responding, “Yes, Evan? Didn’t I ask you to stay in your room?” She smiled at him as she got down on her knees to be eye level with him again.

“Yes, sorry mommy, but did you see the twuck! There’s a real, live twuck in the driveway!” Evans eyes lit up and he smiled wide when he remembered the truck he had come down to talk about and Heidi laughed at her sons excitement and innocence.

“Yes there is Evan! But you’re gonna have to go back to-”

“Daddy!” Evan cut his mother off, not meaning to, but getting excited when he sees his father walk out of the office with the box in his arms. Evan doesn’t think anything of the box of course, or connect it to the truck outside, as he is too happy about seeing his dad again for the first time in two months. Little did Evan know, it was also the last time he’d see his father. Every two months for the next year he would tell himself his father would be back to visit and that he only had to go a little longer than before without him. He eventually gave up on this hope of course.

“Hey, buddy, how are you?” His father looked down to the small boy hugging his leg with fake happiness. The smile he had plastered on his face looked like plastic and made Heidi sick to her stomach.

“Good, there’s a twuck outside!”

“Yeah, there is. Wanna sit in it? I’ll let you sit behind the wheel!” Evan nodded, looking back to his mom for approval. She reluctantly nodded her head, seeing Evan run out the door happily as his father followed behind him. Heidi noticed him roll his eyes as he did so and wished Evan could realize his father wouldn’t be there for him like she would. She’d never want to ruin his innocence, but it hurt her as she realized there would be space she couldn’t fill when his father would leave again. She knew she’d come up short a million different ways while raising him, she already did in the last two months and she knew she will in the next eleven years until he graduated and Evan past that moment. She stood by the window, letting out a sad chuckle at her sons excited face when he put his hands on the big steering wheel like he had seen his mother do, sitting at the end of the seat to reach and still barely able to do so.

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It had been a long, emotionally stressful day for Heidi Hansen. She thought about the day as she wiped her eyes yet again and stood up to go put her son to bed. She opened his door to him already laying in his bed, seemingly waiting for her to come tuck him in, his hair still a little damp from his bath. He smiled when she walked in, her grinning back at him as he sat in his light blue striped pajama set. She sat on the side of his bed and moved the hair from his eyes to behind his ear, kissing his forehead as he settled down into his pillows.

She pulled the duvet up to his shoulders, whispering softly to him, “Good night, Evan, I love you.”

“Good night,” he replied. She turned to leave, switching off his light and turning on the small night light that projected stars across his wall. She went to leave when his soft voice piped up again, “Mommy?”

“Yes, Evan?” She turned around, seeing her son look small and shy, the first time she’d ever seen her son feel this way.

“Is another... is another twuck gonna come to our driveway?”

“No, sweetie, there’s not gonna be anymore trucks,” Heidi laughed, thinking about how her son would be disappointed at not being able to sit in another truck.

“There’s no truck that’ll take you away?” He looked down to his lap, messing with the bottom of his pajama shirt, not knowing now how much he'd wish he never picked up this habit so young. Heidi froze, saddened by the question, but mustered up the courage to walk back over and sit on her sons bed where he lay looking worried and small.

@markimoo28: “THAT SMUT WAS L I F E HOLY HELL, do you think we could get a fluffy Evan x Reader?”

Ahh it was shit but tysm!!! I’ve written smut before but it’s usually way kinkier and in role plays tbh but I’m glad you liked it!!!!! Here’s some cute awkward Evan trying to be relationship-y 😁

Plot: Evans not very good with doing coupley things, but y/n helps calm his nerves and teaches him. (Worlds shitiest description)

Warnings: awkwardness and adorableness

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You sat cross legged on your boyfriends bed, watching a Rick and Morty rerun and laughing at a dumb joke in the show. Said boyfriend, sat cross legged too, your knees about three inches from eachother, the two of you sat on nearly opposite sides of the bed. You sighed a bit, thinking about how you and Evan weren’t very coupley and how you wished you were. Of course you didn’t blame Evan, he wasn’t very good at that type of stuff and was just generally awkward and avoided PDA and you couldn’t get upset at him for it, but sometimes you just wished people knew you were together. You weren’t hiding your relationship or anything and it still took Jared about a month into the relationship to discover you two were together.

“Are you okay?” You heard a soft voice break you out of your trance. You looked over at Evan and could practically see the thoughts racing through his mind. Were you planning on dumping him? Did he do something wrong?

“It’s… it’s nothing,” you replied, picking at your nail and looking down at your hands in your lap.

“A-are you sure? Because you seem pretty distracted and distant and I just wanted to make sure you were okay and that I didn’t do anything wrong or something,” he spoke fast, His voice getting softer at the end as he ran out of breath a bit.

“No it’s not you… Well, actually it kinda is,” you said, looking up at him and continuing to speak quickly before he started to get anxious about what he might have done wrong, “it’s just, we aren’t very coupley, you know? Like we rarely hold hands, we’ve never kissed, barely ever hugged, and never, like, just cuddled. I mean look at us now. We’re watching cartoons sitting as far apart as possible. Do you know what most teenagers are like when they have a whole day home alone with their significant other?” You said, chuckling on the last part and seeing Evans ears tint red.

“Y-yeah I do, I’m sorry, I just, I-I mean I didn’t know you were ready for th-”

“Woah there, Evan. Babe, I like you, but I’m so not ready for that, that’s not what I meant at all,” you laughed, holding up your hands to stop his train of thought. You see him let out a breath of relief, knowing he was nowhere near ready for that.

“Okay good I-I’m not either,” he said, mentally slapping himself a bit afterwards, “I’m just, I’m sorry I’m just not very coupley i don’t mean to be it’s not like I don’t want to be I just… i don’t know how, I guess,” he shrugs a bit at the end of his statement.

“I could teach you,” you smiled and but your lip slightly, “where would you like to start in Relationships 101.”

“I mean, I guess we could, uh, we could kiss now?” He replied timidly, “but only if you want to of course.”

“Evan of course I want to silly,” you laughed before adjusting your position o face his directly, Evan doing the same, “Okay, just follow my lead.” He nods. You lean closer to him, his cologne now more noticable. You close you eyes and lean more, feeling his lips graze you’re lightly. Evan sees you’ve closed you eyes and follows suit, leaning more into the kiss as well. You rest your hand on the back of his neck, feeling him tense up a tiny bit before relaxing into the kiss again. He tentatively placed his hand on your cheek, you both moving into the kiss now as he gets better at it. You eventually pull away to breath, you opening his eyes to meet his blue ones. You exhale happily, grinning and biting your lip again a little bit. You can tell what he’s thinking and answers his question before it’s even asked.

“That was amazing,” you reassured Evan, him grinning now at your statement. “Want another lesson?” You giggled.

“Uh, sure,” he replied, seeming a little off from the kiss.

You giggled again at him being flustered, finding it adorable, “How about you learn to cuddle?” You suggested.

He nodded, “Yeah, sure, okay.” You smiled and laid a few pillows at the head of his bed for you two and directed him to lay on his bed. He followed your direction obediently. Pulling his right arm away from his body you laid next to him, practically on top of him, and pulled his arm back around you. You gently laid your head against his chest, his heartbeat becoming very apparent.

“Is this okay?” You asked him, making sure he wasn’t uncomfortable.

“Y-yeah, it’s fine,” he stuttered.

You giggled, “Then why’s your heart beating so hard?”

“I, uh, b-because you just look really cute like that,” Evan admitted, His face turning red as he looked down at his lap. You grinned, grabbing his cheek and pulling him down to kiss you again.

I can get used to this, you thought.

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Anonymous: “Hi Jess! Can I have an fluffy imagine with Will Roland where it’s my first day as an understudy for Alana, and the cast celebrates it? Sorry if it’s too weird lol 😅”

Plot 2 of 2: You’ve been cast as Alana’s understudy for a while but today you’ve found out that you’re going onstage and actually doing the show so boyfriend Will helps comfort you and sooth your nerves.

Warnings: idk nerves and anxiety sorta (not like anxiety disorder just a feeling of anxiousness). Small DEH spoiler at the end but it's just Alana's first lines in the show (which I only know bc I watched the bootleg like 3 times whoops)

You continuously wrung your hands, rubbing them raw within the past couple hours. You’d had your costume on for a while now, as you actually enjoyed wearing it and being able to chill out right before a show rather than chil out for a while before having the chaos of getting ready and a show as soon as you’re done getting ready. Not that you’d ever actually gone on stage for a show before. Not until tonight that is. You had just finished getting your hair and makeup done when the director came to your dressing room.

“Y/N, you’re on tonight. Kris can’t make it in today,” he said before leaving right afterwards in a hurry, leaving you to your own doubts and worries.

You had begun pacing not long after as well, and you could see the track marks in the carpet of your dressing room that were flat due to the shuffling of your feet. A light knock is heard on your door. Unlocking the door allowed you to finally stop rubbing your hands together, but unfortunately led to you biting at your thumb as you continued pacing.

“Hey ba- are you okay!? What’s wrong!?“ He says, cutting himself off when he sees you. He walks closer, reaching his arms out, but you don’t stop pacing. It take him having to grab you to stop your pacing. As he does so he turns you to face him, hands on either sides of your shoulders as you chew at your thumb nail. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to speak and answer one of his questions.

“No,” You take a slight breath, before you start speaking very fast and rambling a bit. “Kris isn’t here today which means I’m playing Alana today and I’ve never actually had to go onstage in front of an actual crowd today and they’re gonna be disappointed because they paid to see Kris and I’m gonna walk onstage and then ruin the show and it’s gonna be bad and I-” your rambling is cut off by Will shushing you in a soft, comforting voice.

“Hey, hey, y/n, listen to me. You’re gonna be okay, more than okay,” he whispers the next part as if you aren’t alone in your dressing room, “don’t tell Kris but I think you’re a much better Alana.” You giggle a bit at this, knowing he would never think of any cast member as better than another, but allowing the joke to cheer you up anyway. You leaned into his arms, Will wrapping them around you and squeezing you tightly, kissing the top of your head lightly.

“I mean, you got this job for a reason, right? That enough should show you’re amazing,” Will reassured you.

“I got the part because you would shut up about me!” You laughed, recalling how you told him to not mention that y'all were together because you didn’t want the casting directors to be influenced in any way to hire you, and how they told you later that Will dropped ‘subtle’ hints. You giggled a bit, remembering about how he apparently wouldn’t shut up about how 'that, what was her name? Oh yeah, that y/n girl seemed pretty swell maybe she should get the part’.

A voice came through the hallway, giving everyone a ten minute warning and saying to report to the stage and wings and to be ready for the show. You were surprised that you didn’t feel nearly as scared as you did before Will talked to you.

He leaned in to kiss you, grabbing the sides of your face gently as he did so, and speaking again to comfort you when he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, “Now go out there and nail it, okay?”

“Okay,” You smiled, pecking his lips again before taking his hand in yours and leading him out your dressing room and down the stairs to the stage, getting ready for both of your entrance that would happen shortly after after Anybody Have A Map?

You pumped yourself up a bit backstage before you had to enter. Will have ou a thumbs up as you walked briskly on stage and delivered your lines perfectly.

“Hey how was your summer?” You said, ignoring your beating heart and the faceless people in the audience, blurred out by the bright stage lights, “Mine was productive…” You interrupted Ben, or Evan rather, proud that you remembered your cues and lines.

It came time for you to exit and Will to enter. When you passed eachother he winked at you. You scolded him for it later, worrying about if someone saw or what might have happened If either of you laughed or broke character. You would never admit how much you giggled when you got backstage.

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