Treebros oneshots

The Handyman who fixed my window

**Evan's P.O.V**

I walked home from just wandering the city of New York. My mom told me that my window was broken so someone was fixing it. I arrived at the house that we just got. I heaved a sigh and walked in. "Hey, mom," I mumbled. "Hi, honey! The handy guy is still up there if you still wanna say hi." Mom said.

Welp that solved one of my questions. At least he is a guy. A guy couldn't be that hot right? Wrong. I walked into the room and there was a guy, shirtless and his hair put in a bun, working on my window. I just admire the guy and drop down the bag.

"Staring at something you like?" The guy said. "I-I wasn't staring," I said hesitantly. "Okay, and I wasn't fixing your window." The guy said. I scoffed at him. He just rolled his eyes. He got his wrench and put it on the bed. "Well your window is fixed but your door, however, needs a sprucing up." The man said.

"What's your name by the way?" The guy said. "Evan." I replied in a 'suck ass' tone. "That came off strong. I'm Conner." The guy said. "No shit Sherlock," I said looking at his shirt that was sprawled out onto the bed. "What's with the 'suck ass' attitude?" Conner said chuckling a bit. "Sorry I had a rough day," I said. Dear Lord, this man is a hell of a lot cuter than I ever thought.

"Ah. That makes more sense." Conner said. Conner got a little towel and wiped his face. I took out my phone and got on Instagram, not looking at anything but only at Conner. "Caught you staring," Conner said.  "Was not!" I said darting my eyes to my phone. "See something you like?" Conner asked again, walking closer towards me.

"Nope, not yet," I said. I tried hard not to look at Conner. I felt his hand trace from the bottom of my leg. "Whatcha looking at?" He asked peering over my phone to see. He had his hand gliding up my jeans. I felt my breath hitch as he moved closer to my boner. He was currently at my thigh which made me shift.

His face was uncomfortably close to me. His lips we're closer to my neck. As his hand traveled upward to my boner his lips moved closer to my neck. I could feel his breath just on top of my sweet spot, which was weird that he found it that fast. I felt his hand glide across my boner.

He kissed my sweet spot and dear satan it felt like heaven in hell. I let out a big heave just about to get into it. I pushed myself away from Conner and pushed myself to the other edge of my bed. "Nope. My mom is home I can't" I said. Conner got on the bed and crawled closer to me.

I felt myself get red and put my knees at my chest. He grabbed my waist and pulled himself towards me. "Let me pleasure you. You had a rough day~" Conner whispered. I did have a pretty bad day. "I'm not gonna let a handyman just do that. What if- Oh fuck~" I breathed out.

The pleasure was unbearable. I pushed him off me but he was pretty much latched onto me. Like a leach but it was probably good at sucking dick. I shifted, squeezing myself out of the tight situation I was in. Conner grabbed my belt hoops and pulled me towards him. "Do you want this or not? It's now or never." He whispered into my ear. "I want this but-" I was cut off with Conner's lips on mine.

I tried my best to pull away from him but he was still holding onto my belt hoops. "Conner... My... Mom." I managed to say with him still kissing me. "Ms.Hansen?" Conner called. "Mhm?" My mom answered. "I think I need a new wrench. Can you please get me one?" Conner asked. "Sure honey." My mom said. I heard the dangling from my mom's car keys.

I heard the door close and I joined my lips onto Conner. Conner pushed me onto the bed. I willingly let him kiss my neck. "Conner?" I asked quietly. "Mhm." He said raising his head to my eye level. "Th-thank you," I said blushing. "Mhm. Anything for you pretty boy." Conner said kissing my nose blissfully.

"Conner, hm I feel like I know you from somewhere," I said. Conner looked at me confusingly. "Heh. I thought it was an act." Conner said pushing himself off me. I looked at him confusingly. Conner showed me some fading scars. Still, I stay perplexed. He took out his hair from a bun. I was still confused. "Dear Evan Hansen. One day I know that we will be married and have 4 kids. I know you might not get to read this in New York City but I will find you and marry you. Everlasting love -Conner Murphy." Conner said reciting the email, my true love sent me the day we departed.

"C-Conner..." I said with half tears in my eyes. "New York is pricey. I started working as a handyman, which is also hard. Gay guys are a pain. I only started working as a handyman in hopes of working for your house. And here I am." Conner said. I could feel tears pouring out of my eyes. "I-its been forever." I managed to spill out.

"I wasn't lying when I said I was gonna marry you," Conner said bending down on one knee. "I..." I tried to say something but words failed me. He pulled out a ring box. "Dear Evan Hansen, will you, the love of my life, the sunshine to my day, the light to my dark fucking basement, and it is pretty fucking dark. Anyway, will you marry me?" Conner asked.

I honestly couldn't believe it. I couldn't process words. My boyfriend that I had to leave and hadn't seen in two years asked me to marry him. My head was spinning. I felt like my senses had just stopped. I couldn't think. All I could do is just cry happy tears. I managed to take a deep breath (from not breathing for three seconds) and managed to sputter out a yes.

Then, subconsciously, I just tackled my new fiancee and kissed him all over the face. Conner somehow managed to slip the ring onto my finger. "It's beautiful! Where did you get this?" I asked? "Well, that's a funny story. Jared's sister gave his mom a pine tree ring but she didn't want it. So when I was fixing her sink she said she had no money but had a pine tree ring so I took it." Conner explained.

I let Conner get up and he pulled me back onto his lap. I felt him rest his head on my head. "Your hair is so soft Ev," Conner mumbled. I heard my mom get back. "It's about time." My mom said walking in. "She was in this?" I asked. I felt Conner nod. "How was the make-out session?" My mom asked. "Mom!!" I said bolting my head to my mom. "It was fucking great. Your son is an amazing kisser." Conner replied. "Conner!?" I said slapping his hand. "He is very loud though." My mom said casually. I covered my face in my hands, turning red.

What is wrong with my family?

**insert an insert for the last chapter.**