Shitty Shipfics

Connor With a Baggy Sweatshirt

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Connor With a Baggy Sweatshirt Because Baggy Sweatshirts Are Amazing And My Son Deserves The World

Connor didn't understand why baggy sweatshirts were such a big deal. But Evan's mom had gotten married, and his new stepbrother's boyfriend had, the instant he heard about Connor's sucky homelife no less, dragged him out to Kohl's and made him choose one. He had then proceeded to buy it, hand it to Connor, and get the boy back in his car, before the Murphy even processed why sweatshirts were so important.

"Wait, why did you just buy me a sweatshirt? I don't even know you?" asked Connor.

The boy– Michael– responded, "Look dude, life sucks, and baggy sweatshirts are really comfy and comforting. It's like being hugged by a shirt. It is my general, firm belief that everyone should own one."

Connor nodded. "Okay then. I guess I'll try it out when we get back to Evan's then."

He plugged in his earbuds. People were tiring, and this guy had endless energy.

"What're you listening to?" the red sweatshirt-clad boy asked.

"The White Stripes."

"Cool. By the way, if you don't wanna talk, just tell me and I'll stop, but I like Bob Marley, have you ever heard of him?"

Connor sighed. "You're good, I'm just tired. No, I haven't. Is he good? I might check him out some time."

Michael grinned. "You should, he's amazing."

//This time skip is sponsored by my absolute desperation for validation. *awkward finger guns*//

They'd made it. Evan's place. Also the Heeres' place. Connor grabbed the bag and hopped out of the PT Cruiser.

Michael unlocked the door. "Weird," Connor heard him mutter, "he never locks it."

"Probably Evan locked it. To make sure nobody got in."

They entered the house. Michael did a thing that Connor did not expect.

"HONEY, I'M HOME! " he yelled.

And Evan's stepbrother– Jeremy– replied, "WE'RE IN EVAN'S ROOM. "

Connor jogged down the hallway, pausing at the door with little paper trees sticky-tacked to it. He gently opened the door, walking over to Evan and plopping down on the floor next to him. Evan and Jeremy were cutting different pictures of trees out of magazines and things, to hang on the walls. Connor picked up a scissors. Evan leaned into his shoulder.

"Hey, Connor. Where were you?"

"Kohl's. Still not completely sure why."

Just then, Michael made an entrance.

"Jere," he said, "how could you let Evan Hansen's Boyfriend live without a baggy sweatshirt? How. Honestly I am ashamed."

Jeremy snorted. "Wow, Michael. Did you go out and buy him a sweatshirt?"

Connor lifted the bag. From it, he removed a dark gray and black sweatshirt, which was several sizes too big, and pulled it over his head. "Ohmigod you were right it is like being hugged by a shirt!"

Evan crawled into his lap, so that the smaller boy's back was pressed up against his chest, and nuzzled his head under his boyfriend's chin. "The Evan Hansen Seal of Approval has officially been stamped," he said sweetly.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Before people get upset about Evan not having a stutter, and being pretty confident, and freaking out a bunch:

Hi. I have social anxiety. I am doing a lot of self-projection here, because that is the only way I am able to write anxiety. When I am around people I know well enough to be dating, I am pretty comfortable around them, and unless they are acting upset, am pretty confident. Unless I'm having a Day, which, based on the fact that he's been doing a tree-related project with Jeremy, I Evan's pretty good.

On OOC Connor:

I can't write Connor to save my life send help.

Yes I made it a stepbros au one thats my favorite au.

Sorry it's so short but not really because it is 3:19 am and I have school today.

Bye, Cultured Cutlery,

Sincerely,

Me.