Dear Evan Hansen x reader one shots

Amor de Siempre (Alana x reader)

(Sorry this is late as hell, junior year is hectic around this time, I have 4 other one shots in the making and I think two of them are requests, again I apologize, I'll try to finish them all within the same timeframe soon.)

gender neutral reader.

Warnings: fluff? Lol

*~Word Count: 1200+~*

(Alana's POV)

"So when do you plan on actually helping me out? I want my GPA to stay as high as it is and I want to prove to our teacher that I'm capable of working with others that aren't as gifted as I am". "Yeah, sure Alana, but you've definitely got to chill out girlie. Live a little, you can stand to loosen up a little bit. Try being more chill, that's the best way I can think to put it."

My blood boiled beneath my skin, they were getting beneath my skin, they're beneath me though. Although my partner is quite frankly not the brightest bulb compared to some of our other classmates, I think it's interesting that I'd prefer if they weren't just my work partner. I'd taken a romantic interest in y/n about 3 years ago, maybe sooner. High school had taken me by storm, in doing so, it distracted me from not only making time for myself but it also took time from any sort of social life I once had a sliver of.

Nothing more than a few conversations and giggles were exchanged between the two of us but I paid attention to so much more than those tiny glimpses that I was exposed to on several occasions. I paid very much attention to details like what book they were reading or if they were even reading at all that month. An example of a time when they made my heart nearly give out and also get caught in my throat was in our tenth grade English class, it was towards the end of a very hectic and frustrating year, we were assigned to write a poem about anything, or anyone. Various amounts of our classmates wrote about love and heartbreak or emotional trauma but y/n directed their poem towards me. They wrote about all of the beautiful things that make me unique and compared the color of my skin to the soil that created the most beautiful flowers or even the tree bark of the trees that bear the sweetest and most sought after fruit. Needless to say, after that class period, my heart was set aflame with raging passion and I was never the same.

Now I'm here, with the person that I've been hoping would notice me in a romantic fashion, how will I ever achieve that though if I push them away? With the passing seconds, minutes and hours, I knew that time wearing thin would be inevitable, I also knew that if I wanted them to notice me then I'd have to be nicer to them. "Hey, hello? Earth to Alana?", there they sat, so close to me that their parted lips only slightly ghosted over my own lips. "W-what? Um oh, I'm uh, I apologize, I didn't mean to neglect you, my mind just wandered for a moment." "Wow, so little Miss perfect ain't so perfect now, is she? It's fine girlie, nobody has to be perfect and nobody normal expects you to be, it's just a societal issue that the patriarchy decided was the standard for women, you know?"

(Reader's POV)

"Life sucks for that part of the human race huh? Always being held at an impossible standard of perfection? I guess that's why you try so hard to be at that standard for them or yourself". Alana peered at me in an almost impressed expression? I couldn't really read the look on her face considering that she was one of the hardest to.

"Alana, do you listen to Cuco?" Um, who? Sorry, I just don't find that I have time to explore all the variations of music genres often." "Okay well there's this song called Amor de siempre, in English it translates to Love of always or-" "Forever love".

(3rd person POV)

Awkward admiration filled the room, Alana noticed how her skin felt as the sun shone through the bedroom window, the bright hot star not being the only reason behind her face's warmth though. The small, sheepish girl leaned in to close the distance between her and her love interest's lips but had failed to notice that the naive and oblivious Y/n, was setting their phone down as the song was now playing softly between them. Y/n smiled at Alana as the former swayed their head and hummed lowly, the latter had also just taken a moment and stopped to enjoy this one.

This had not only been a moment of calm but it was also a moment of serenity, of souls meshing in a violent and yet ever so delicate dance. It made both parties' stomachs do somersaults, made their hearts flutter, made their minds race, wonder and wander.

Y/n moved to place their hand upon Alana's but withdrew it, hesitation, it had been a time of basking in each other's presence. What had once been a time of study became another form of it, a study of each other, a study of their mannerisms, their way of self carrying.

Love was in the air and for an instance, they both intertwined, laced, weaved themselves into one another, the two young teens had just simply wished for this time to be drawn out, to be milked of every drop of what it had to offer. They sought each other out within this time and within this time they sought each other's bodies to simply disappear into.

They wanted the earth to swallow them whole so that they might be together for just a second more, a minute more, an eternity more. A love for forever, a love that would make them happier than they had been for most of their lives and would make them forgot their problems for even the smallest sliver of time, a second. A second that would be drawn out and could keep them going for a lifetime. A life that they truly believed they could've lived with purpose whilst they stayed in each other, inside of that hot, flaming earth.

They embraced each other, they basked in the heat that radiated from one another. Sat in y/n's lap now, Alana felt safer than she had since her grandmother held her as a child before her death. Y/n felt safe, they felt comfortable enough to cry, to express their emotions with Alana and Alana well, she felt the same. She longed for this often but this time, this time the hot and heavy romance that she'd hoped for was replaced with something stronger.

The song had long since ended and was replaced with the sound of soft breathing, the ever so quiet inhaling and exhaling that had been matched by the two. Even, steady, everything had been right.

No more worrying about perfection, society's standards were nonexistent to them, there was no such thing as perfect aside from what their minds filled and consisted of for them. Perfect described their love because it was imperfect, it was the spontaneous story of romance that they'd wish to tell their offspring, their perfectly imperfect children. The perfectly imperfect admiration. Their perfectly imperfect thoughts for the other person. Their perfectly imperfect love of always.

They are perfectly imperfect and so was their perfectly imperfection forever love. Their Amor de Siempre.