Oneshots - xreader or ships (read the description) (FINISHED)

Sincerely me - Jared x reader (DEH)

DEAR EVAN HANSEN FANS UNITE

*achem* anyway
~~your p.o.v~~
I was walking over to Evan's house, since Jared had called me over. Evan's mom let me, and I walked over to Evan's room. I walk in, and with my surprise, Jared and him were singing. Like - High School Musical much??

"SINCERELY ME!" They finished, sending an email on Evan's computer.

"What the fuck are you doing in here. Did I miss the Musical, or is the second act still going on?" I say, leaning on the dresser. They turn around. Their faces turn red - for Evan it's normal - but they guilt on their faces.

"Um, hey [n-name]." Evan says, waving his cast (WAVING THROUGH A WINDOW ok I'm done). Jared just keeps staring.

"Hey.." jared says.

"Which musical are you guys doing? Heathers?" I say. "It doesn't sound like Candy Store. (HONEY WHATCHA WAITING FOR, STEP IN MY CANDY STORE ok I'm officially done.)"

"Well, actually we're-" Jared gets cut off.

"Playing around on my computer. Y-yeah." Evan says.

"Porn? Or something more your level, like looking at the Lush store website." I tease.

"Shut up." Jared says. "Bath bombs are delicious, and you know it."

"Yeah, I got your text last night. 'Got kicked out of Lush store for eating bath bombs. It was just one'." I snicker.

"Yeah, well I got your reply. 'Well, you should've bought it first. How was it? The cronch still there?' " he laughs. Evan chuckles.

"You know for a fact I gave up eating bath bombs." I say, giving him a stern look.

"Yeah, for what? Milk cartons?" He says.

"YOU KNOW THOSE ARE EASIER TO CHEW!" I scream at him.

"But it doesn't have the cronch." Jared says, searching up something.

"But it - it um..." I say, trying to think of a comeback. Jared turns to me, the screen of the computer saying 'I WIN'. "Dammit!"

"If you guys would stop bickering about bath bombs and milk cartons, I need you guys to go home." Evan says.

"But I just got here!"

"Well, I have a therapist's appointment in about half an hour."

"30 MINUTES AWAY."

"So?"

"You can send us away in, like, 15!

"[name], just deal with it." Jared says, pulling my arm.

~~few minutes later~~

"UGH, JARED YOU CAN STOP FUCKING DRAGGING ME, WE'VE GOTTEN TO THE PAVEMENT AND MY ASS HURTS." I say.

"Can you stop screaming? It hurts my ears." He says, still dragging me.

"CAN YOU STOP DRAGGING ME?????"

"Fine." He says, dropping me, my head almost banging on the sidewalk.

"Fucking hate you sometimes."

"You too."

~~later that day (around night time)~~
I wake up at about 12 AM, remembering something. I text Jared.

[name] - well at least milk cartons taste better

J - you're still going on about that??

[name] - yep

J - well...um...

[name] - {picture attachment}

J - AAAARRRRGGGHH DAMMIT

[name] - check and mate

J - this is why I love you

I smile at his text. He never really admits it, so it's a good time to be happy.

[name] - love you too