#sincerely-us

[kachinnate]

silly powerpoint night with the kids for my @sincerely-us piece done for @leek-lark !!

jared: ok how does this look better than literally any presentation i've ever made for school

[mosspups]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

happy belated @sincerely-us to @kachinnate <333 ironically it took forever because i was moving a few states over to be closer to kayla.. so choosing this prompt was pretty self indulgent <3

Instead of trying to further placate him with words Evan just leaned in to press his lips to Jared’s in a quick peck—apologetic for the moment of worry he caused and aching to kiss him again after the last few hours they had been hauling boxes around.

[flibustedes]

Here is my gift for @singtomeinstead ., as part of the @sincerely-us summer gift exchange! A lil pining Kleinsen fic about Evan and Jared in college, and how much they hate parties. And they were roommates. Alana makes an appearance because I love her. https://archiveofourown.org/works/40546293/chapters/101582829 I say ‘lil’ but there is nothing ‘lil’ about it. I made it into three parts, and I’ll be posting the two others over the next two days to space it out a little. Thank you for your prompts, I really hope you enjoy it! 

[vividxpages]

“Good resolutions”

For the @sincerely-us gift exchange, @mysteriousxmidnight wanted something super fluffy, a date night and some moments with the family, and I hope I could deliver and you’re happy with what I came up with! :)

„They’re always late.“

Evan chuckled and looked at the clock on the wall, shaking his head in playful scolding. “And we’re supposed to be the kids here.”

The restaurant around them was too fancy for them and they both knew it. It was the kind of restaurant they’d never go into with each other, after a night at the cinema or just taking a walk through the city. But Cynthia and Larry had invited them, for the first time in this new year, and neither of them would’ve wanted to say No to such a generous invitation.

New Year’s Eve had been spent at Heidi’s, squeezed tightly together in Evan’s childhood bed, watching the glow stars on the ceiling still weakly shimmering into the night until Connor was the first one to drift away and took Evan with him into dreamland.

And now, fireworks and many kisses later, they sat together and waited, next to each other in a private booth by the window.

“Do you want to bet?” Connor asked mischievously, playing with Evan’s fingers.

Evan raised an eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously. “On what?”

“Bet my mom is going to say she’s trying to be vegan this year again?” Connor was grinning, goodhearted amusement sparkling in his eyes as he waggled his eyebrow at him.

Evan snorted, rolling his eyes and grabbed another little olive on a spike the waiter had brought earlier. “I will not bet against that, no way. I’d rather bet that your dad-“

“Hi, guys!”

Evan’s eyes widened for a short moment, but Connor quickly covered him, standing up and crushing his mom into a big hug. “Hey, mom.”

Every time their families came together, Evan couldn’t help but nearly explode at how well they all got along, how integrated they both were in each other’s circles. Maybe it shouldn’t have been such a huge surprise, after all. He still remembered the first time he went over to the Murphy’s, how Cynthia had baked cookies without any nut ingredients, because Connor once mentioned Evan’s allergy. How Heidi took a late shift so he and Connor could cuddle and fall asleep in the living room downstairs, only woken up in the morning by the smell of coffee and eggs with bacon. 

So much and still nothing had changed ever since then. They were adults now, living on their own, but the two of them still stood and embraced the couple that just had joined their table.

“Hey Evan, everything alright?” Larry patted him on the shoulder after they shook hands.

Evan smiled. “Yeah, New Year’s Eve was great. Do you have a new jacket?”

Larry’s expression darkened a little. “Cynthia got it for me for Christmas. I’ve been sucking my stomach in for the past thirty minutes. But don’t tell her that.”

Evan did not dare to look down to observe where a zipper might be close to bursting at this point, but instead looked over to where Cynthia was still fuzzing with her son, the two of them still hugging and swaying with each other in affection. Mama’s boy. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

In the next moment, Evan was pulled into a warm hug too, squeezing Cynthia’s shoulder as Connor and his father greeted each other as well. “Oh, Evan. Thank you so much for the poinsettia you sent us for Christmas, it looks so beautiful in our living room.”

Evan’s eyes lightened up immediately. Passion activated. “I’m so glad! Just make sure he has about twelve hours sun today, manuring him once a month should be fine and-“

“How about we get seated?” Connor interrupted, quickly pressing an apologetic look to Evan when he pulled him into the lounge and rested his chin on his shoulder. “I’m starving and my parents are paying.”

“Oh, are we now?”

“Evan sent you a plant, it’s the natural consequence, mom.”

The four of them got seated, Connor’s thigh naturally touching Evan’s and a waiter brought over the menu. In the beginning of their relationship, going out with the Murphy’s had always stressed Evan to no end and always began with him frantically going through his closet to find something adequate.

Now, years later, he didn’t think he ever felt more comfortable to be around people than when they met with Connor’s parents.

After their drinks arrived and Connor, a nasty habit of him, immediately swapped their orders, the smallest, most precious bark came from under the table.

“Oh!” Cynthia startled and made everyone look down, to where a tiny ball of golden fur sat in between Connor’s black boots. “I’m still not used to him being around you guys.”

“I think the baby demands more water.” Connor said nonchalantly and reached for the water pitcher him and Evan had ordered earlier.

Larry looked a little confused. “The baby?”

“Yes.” Evan and Connor answered in union.

Since last fall, Evan and Connor had a little golden retriever puppy. Charlie had not been planned, more a surprise than anything else when they saw him online, during one of Connor’s hours where he scrolled mindlessly through his socials. Until he came across little Charlie, looking for a new home after getting into the shelter.

And then Connor gave Evan puppy eyes and when they visited the shelter Charlie gave them both puppy eyes and now here they were.

Dinner passed by in the blink of an eye, a small and cozy affair in candlelight and good conversations. Connor and Cynthia had ordered two different salads and switched after finishing the first half, while Larry had ordered himself the steak of the house. Charlie eyed it with unhidden interest from under the table. Ever so often, Connor sneaked down a small cherry tomato for the little pup to enjoy. Evan ate his own lasagna and watched him do it with loving eyes, helpless to the way Connor always thought about the little one in their middle. Their own small family.

Somewhere between ordering tiramisu and another round of drinks for everyone, Charlie had found his way underneath Connor’s hoodie, the small puppy adorably shifting on his lap and peeking through the collar once or twice before escaping back into the warmth Connor provided for him. Evan, still amazed how well the two of them fitted together, wanted to melt from the sight alone.

Him and Connor shared their dessert with two spoons, taking turns on tasting the sweet cream and coffee and Evan knew if they were alone right now, he would’ve tasted the sugar on Connor’s lips without hesitation. But since his future parents in law were literally seated in front of them, he thought it maybe wasn’t the right moment to try and lick into Connor’s mouth with fervor.

The candle on their table was nearly burned down and a warm and fuzzy feeling had begun to grow in Evan’s stomach when they finished their last drinks. Outside, it had gotten dark and Charlie had become sleepy.

“So,” Larry said and looked at the two of them with a fatherly love in his eyes that made both of their chests swell with emotions, but for different reasons. “Do you guys have any new year resolutions yet?”

They looked at each other, pinkies still intertwined underneath the table where Charlie was slowly dozing in and out, shifting from time to time and licking over the entangled fingers with affection. In Connor’s eyes, stormy grey as the sea and calming blue as the sky, Evan found his answer.

“Yeah, a few.” Connor said, and with him the most beautiful smile brightened up the room, the whole restaurant drowning in everything that was Connor, until Evan felt like the dark, cold winter night outside must have turned into a sunny day as well. “I’ll try to quit smoking, let’s see how that goes.”

“Oh, Connor.” Cynthia looked delighted at that idea. “Finally! I’m trying to be vegan this year.”

The look Connor sent his way was simply priceless and it took nearly everything of Evan to not burst into laughter with his boyfriend.

“Wonderful, mom. Yeah, Charlie always wants to follow me outside on the balcony whenever I’m going and he whines, because I don’t allow him to go outside with me, so that’s part of the reason.”

A little drowsy, Evan added: “And because there is no gum big enough in the world to hide that taste.”

“Evan!” Connor said in mocking shock, but breaking into laughter immediately after Evan just rolled his eyes. His stomach made a summersault, just as Connor leaned on his shoulder and nuzzled his cheek into it, finding a soft place to land on him.

As their parents told them about some of their resolutions, Cynthia wanting to work in the garden more often and Larry finally treating himself with a year’s member card for the local baseball arena, Evan was still caught up in Connor’s smile, still visible as he listened to his parents talk with soft eyes and an even softer heart. It was committed to Evan’s memory forever, like a warm kiss pressed to his cheek in the morning, like standing in the rain and feeling each other through wet clothes.

No matter how long he already had been lucky enough to have it in his life, Evan thought he’d never get used to it. To Connor and what this boy did to his poor heart. As if it was the first time. But then again, all of the moments with Connor felt like a first time, every time.

He thought of all the wonderful things that were still waiting for them this year, the horizon wide with opportunities and surprises, things that used to scare Evan but now didn’t anymore. He thought of all the memories that would find their way into his mind, their photo albums and social media accounts, all the small and big things standing just above their door step.

Evan thought of the ring, carefully stored away in his sock’s drawer, and how he hadn’t found a good moment to ask Connor between the years. Another bright thing to look forward to.

Evan felt the eyes of the other’s, Connor’s ocean eyes on him, and he blinked himself out of his lovesick haze, a subtle blush apparent on his cheeks as he chewed on his lip.

“Yeah…” He said and squeezed Connor’s hand gently. “I can think of some things, too.”

[artbean]

chills run down my spine, as our fingers entwine and your sighs harmonize with mine (if my heart was a house — owl city)

my @sincerely-us backup gift for @theresagoodchanceicouldfly — sorry for the delay, hope you like it!

[hostuntohimself]

here is my @sincerely-us gift for @nickjsqueen !! 😁

it’s a mood board of actor kyle sherman with evan hansen vibes (i used a quote from one of his instagram captions that i thought was kind of like evan in the finale and i also just thought it was adorable lol)

[thesquirrelqueer]

@a-small-blue-nebula wanted some kleinsen angst and comfort for the deh exchange so here you go! Happy gifting day! @sincerely-us

[wannabe-british-fangirl]

My @sincerely-us gift for @musicalregret! I hope you enjoy this little slice of Connor-Alana-Jared BFFs!

“How much longer?” Jared groaned, thunking his forehead down onto the edge of the table. “I’m hungry.”

“You just ate an entire bowl of popcorn, dude.” Connor didn’t look up from where he was carefully coloring in a large letter M, tongue caught between his teeth in concentration.

Huffing irritably, Jared tilted his head back up, glaring halfheartedly across the table. “Yeah, but that was before Alana started baking cookies. They smell so good.”

Alana laughed and set aside the bottle of paint she’d been using. “You can go check them yourself, if you’re so impatient,” she pointed out. “It should only be a couple more minutes.” She poked Jared’s shoulder with a finger. “If you’re going to eat most of them, it’s only fair if you do some of the work.”

Jared groaned again, rolling his eyes, but obediently dragged himself out of his chair to go check the status of the oven. Finally finished with his masterpiece, Connor sat back and capped his marker. “Here,” he said as he pushed the posterboard towards Alana. “Do you want to do glitter on this one too?”

Alana eyed the letters for a moment before nodding. “We really need to get as many people as possible to notice these signs, so the more glitter the better.”

A derisive snort came from the other side of the kitchen. “It’s prom, Alana. Prom elections. It’s not that big a deal.” Jared’s brow was furrowed in concentration as he carefully pulled the tray of cookies out of the oven to set them on the counter.

Connor pulled the next poster towards himself and started coloring in the letters Jared had outlined. “I definitely don’t care about who wins prom king and queen,” he added. “It’s not like I’ll actually be there to see who wins, anyways.”

“What?” Alana froze in the process of moving the finished posters out of the way to dry, staring at him. Connor looked up, startled at the hurt in her voice. “You’re not going to go to prom?”

Bewildered now, Connor glanced at Jared only to see a mirror image of his own confusion. “Um, I wasn’t planning on it?” He looked back at Alana, whose expression had gotten more upset. “It’s not like anyone would go with me.”

“But I thought we were going together!”

“Er,” Connor stared at her, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks. He didn’t dare look at Jared again as he heard the other boy stifle a noise that might have been a laugh. “Um, I- uh,” Connor swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in his throat. “I’m flattered, Alana, but I, uh, don’t really? Feel that way? About you?”

Seemingly realizing what she had said, Alana looked abashed and glanced away. “Not like that!” She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. “I meant, like, the three of us? As friends?” She looked between Jared and Connor. “I thought we were going to all go stag, together? It would be more fun that way.”

Relief spread across both boys’ faces, and Jared let out a choked laugh. “God, Connor, you should’ve seen your face!”

Connor scowled and threw a piece of popcorn at him. He looked back at Alana and shrugged. “If you want to go, then sure, I guess. My mom was probably gonna kill me anyways if I said I wasn’t going.”

Alana laughed and sat back down at the table, picking up the glitter paint again and starting to decorate the poster in front of her. “We don’t have to make it a big deal, or anything, but it is our only senior prom. We shouldn’t miss it!”

Jared slipped back into his seat as well, juggling a hot cookie from hand to hand impatiently. “Sounds kinda lame,” he said, resigned, but then grinned. “Although, it might be fun to make fun of all the disgustingly sappy couples. Count me in.” Rolling his eyes, Connor chucked another piece of popcorn at him as Alana laughed.