Dear Evan Hansen and Be More Chill Oneshots!

Treebros; ice cream parlors

OKAY SO I WAS LISTENING TO 'I WISH' BY 1D AND I GOT INSPIRED SO HERE IS SOME ANGSTY KLEINSEN/FLUFFY TREE BROS

also this is cross dressed!evan

tw: blood, cursing, and some nastayyy thoughts by DRUGGIE anD CrONCh mAN

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Evan's POV

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I hear the doorbell ring and I scramble down the stairs, my, baby blue, cropped crochet sweater bouncing on my shoulders; my lilac skirt flailing around my thighs and my untied converse laces whipping at my knee high socks.

I'm almost at the door when I trip over the long laces from my converse, causing me to faceplant on the floor.

"Arg!" I cry, "What the heck?"

"Ev? Baby, are you okay?" I hear my boyfriend say from on the other side of the door.

I only whimper in response, bringing my hand to my face, feeling a warm liquid trailing down my cupid's bow.

I glance up as I hear the front door open, seeing my tall, gorgeous boyfriend rush over to me, helping me sit up and examining my nose bleed.

"Ngh, Connor, it hurts..." I whine, my nose and forehead stinging.

"Hey, Evan–Evan look at me." He quietly shushes me, "It's okay. Can you please let me look?"

I nod, letting Connor pick me up bridal style as he carried me into the bathroom; sitting me on the countertop. 

He kissed the top of my head and grabbed some tissues and an antiseptic wipe, blocking the blood that was pouring from my nose and cleaning the blood stains that had found a home on my Philtrum (thingy just above your lip).

We were both silent as he took care of me, his bright blue and partially brownish-green eyes scanning all over my face. I could get lost in them forever.

They are the sort of eyes that make you feel safe and loved. The same beautiful eyes that comfort and reassure me when I'm having a bad day.

"Alright, it looks better now." Connor mumbled once the bleeding had stopped. "Do you feel better? Do you need to lie down?"

"Con, I'm okay; it's just a nosebleed." I giggle, "S-sorry for falling though. I-I should have tied up my–uh–my laces."

"Don't apologize, babe." He soothes, "Look, I'll tie them for you." He laughs, bending down and tying up my faded grey shoes. 

His beautiful, lanky, body rose back up and he placed his lips onto my forehead. "And speaking of your outfit, damn, Evan, you look hot as fuck."

I blush a deep pink, grabbing Connor's face and brushing my lips up against his.

Connor smiles into the kiss, "C'mon, how about we go on our date now, E." 

I pull away from him, earning a whine from Connor and I push myself off the sink, running towards the front door; playfully slapping Connor's ass while passing him.

Connor gasped, "Damn, Hansen, we can stay home if you want..." he said to me, smirking, while sauntering into the foyer. 

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I glance up at him, biting my lip and blinking, trying my best to tease him. 

But, I'm kinda, maybe, sorta, just, uh... panicking on the inside. The furthest that Connor and I have gotten has only been a heated, shirtless makeout session, and it would have gone farther had Zoe and Alana not walked in on us, needing materials for their tutoring session.