bb!jared

About Daisies and Sunflowers - Ch. 2

A/N: I wrote most of this on mobile while driving to Pennsylvania to see family, so I’m sorry ahead of time if there’s any grammatical/spelling/format errors! If you see any, don’t be afraid to send me an ask or a message!

Pairing: prince!Evan Hansen x fem!reader

Warning(s): anxiety, insecurities (mostly on Evan’s part poor bb), Jared making innuendos, it gets pretty gushy and kinda cliche

Word count: 1,750

Taglist: @pawneeismyhome, @onemorebookidontneed, @smollittlebean, @johns-turtle, @musicalimaginesforyou, @lils-awesome-world, @dehinprettycursive, @bens-platt (idk if you wanted to be tagged, so if you don’t want to be anymore, let me know lol)


The very next morning, Evan found himself sitting at his desk, trying to figure out what to write to you. Sure, he had written plenty of letters before, but none to a girl his age, whom he had hopes of forming a friendship with. He knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell you that he thought you were more beautiful than any of the flowers in his garden, that you were brighter than any star in the sky of the night you two met. But, as much as he wanted to say those words to you, he didn’t. He was so afraid of scaring you away. So, instead of saying what he really wanted to say, he said what he thought you would want him to say. After several drafts, he managed to finish his letter to you.

Dear (Y/N),

Is it okay if I call you that? I know we only met last night, so if you’re not okay with the level of formality that comes with the first name basis, please, don’t hesitate to tell me!

To be honest, I’m not quite sure what to write about. I guess I could tell you about the new shipment of flowers that are going to be delivered in two days time. We’re planting a patch of poppies in the front of the garden; something brightly colored to attract the hummingbirds.

I never really bothered to ask you if you even really like flowers. Do you? If your do, do you have a favorite kind? If I had to choose my favorite it would probably be daisies. You remind me of daisies, if I’m being completely honest.

Not in a weird way though, I meant it as a compliment. If you thought it was weird, though, I’m very sorry!

Evan leaned back in his chair and frowned, wondering how he managed to seem awkward even in writing. He didn’t want to come off as too strong, in case you only wanted to be friends. Of course, he felt an attraction to you, he would be crazy not to. However, he didn’t want to possibly lose you if you didn’t feel the same. Despite having only talked to you for one night, he felt as if he knew you his whole life. He chewed anxiously on his bottom lip and leaned forward once more, grabbing his pen.

I’m sorry if this seems forward, but I  would love to see you again sometime soon. I enjoyed talking with you, I hope you felt the same about talking with me. Write me back to let me know if you would like to visit the palace once more. The poppies should be planted by then and I can show them to you, if you would like. Take care.

Sincerely,

Evan Hansen

Before he could talk himself out of it, he slipped the letter into an envelope and sealed it. He was in the middle of writing your name down when he realized that he didn’t know whether or not to address you as Princess (Y/N) of The Kingdom of Magnolia, or if he should just go with (Y/N), or Princess (Y/N) (L/N). He decided on the most formal option. He had yet to know whether or not he crossed a line by addressing you so familiarly within the letter, so he didn’t want to press his luck.

Letter clutched tightly in his hand, he made his way to where the servants lived.

“E-Excuse me, have you seen Spencer? I have a letter I need him to, uh, deliver,” Evan said.

The maid he stopped told him where she last saw the messenger boy, giving the young prince a gentle smile. All the servants in Rose Palace loved Prince Hansen for his gentleness. What the other royals saw as weakness, they saw as compassion. They were all excited to see him become king.

Once the letter had been successfully handed off to Spencer with special instructions to take extra care of it, Evan finally allowed himself to breathe. It was over. He had handed the letter over, and whatever followed were out of his hands.

Still, he couldn’t help but fret over what your response might be. Would you be just ecstatic as he was to be corresponding with each other? Or maybe you just told him to write to you to be polite. Maybe you thought you wanted him to, but regretted it and now you were going to reject his attempts at friendship.

These worries followed him to dinner that night, and Queen Heidi, like always, could tell something was on the young prince’s mind.

“Evan, dear, what has you so worried?” She asked carefully. He glanced up from his plate at her, his face flushed red. How was he supposed to tell his mother about his girl problems? If they were even girl problems in the first place.

Heidi noticed the blush on his face and set her silverware down. She clasped her hands together and rested her chin on them, saying, “Does it have anything to with that girl you were walking with last night?”

Evan’s face turned even redder and he began to sputter. “What-what girl? I-I wasn’t- there- we-,” he choked out, before realizing there was no way he was going to lie is way out of this situation. He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, mumbling a soft, “Maybe…”

“Tell me about her, Evan,” Heidi encouraged her son, giving him a warm, motherly smile.

“She-she’s… beautiful. But not in the kind of way that intimidates you, you know? She’s beautiful in the way nature i-is beautiful. She’s got these kind eyes that make you feel as if you’re the only one she sees, and her voice is so soft, like if you could turn the feeling of rose petals into a sound,” Evan didn’t think he could stop talking about her if he tried now, “A-And her laugh! It’s got this cute little snort that she probably doesn’t even notice! But it’s the cutest thing! And she has this way o-of listening to you, as if everything you say is important; as if she could listen to you talk forever!

“And I know I only met her last night, but the way she makes me feel… it was a peaceful feeling I’ve never felt, Mother. I-I don’t know what it is about her…” He trailed off, chewing his bottom lip, making it look even more swollen than usual.

Heidi watched him for moment, wrestling with her own feelings. For three years, she’d hoped that he would find a girl that would make him feel this way, a girl who he could happily spend the rest of his life with. But now that the moment had arrived, she was feeling more bittersweet than she had expected. Her little prince was in love. He was grown up, and he didn’t need her anymore. It’s every mother’s best dream and worst nightmare.

One thing puzzled her, however. “Ev, if you feel so strongly about this girl, why do you seem so stressed out about her?” Heidi asked.

“W-Well, what if she doesn’t feel the same? What if she thinks I’m weird? I-I mean we only talked for a few hours, and we only m-met last night!” Evan said. It felt good to finally have his feelings out in the open, instead of bottling them up, but it also made them more real. “What if.. What if she only told me to write to her to be polite?” Evan looked his mother in the eyes, tears pooling in his own. “Oh, honey…” Heidi got up and walked over to him. She sat down in the chair beside him and hugged him tightly. “If this girl is as wonderful as you say she is, then she will be understanding, whether she feels the same or not. You can’t control the things other people do or feel, but you can control how you react to it. Just keep that in mind, okay?” She felt her son nod and she pulled away, smiling at him. He gave her a small smile in return, his eyes still glossy, but no longer filled with tears. “Thank you, Mom,” he said. She just kissed his forehead and stood up to go back to her seat.

Whatever peace his mother had instilled in him completely disappeared when his mother’s friend and her son came over the next day for lunch. “Evan!” Jared called out as he entered the library where Evan was reading, the usual mischievous grin on his face. Evan gave him an awkward smile. “H-hey, Jared,” he said. He flinched as Jared threw his arm over his shoulder. “So, rumor has it, you and Princess (Y/N) spent all night together in your garden. Alone.” Evan already knew where this conversation was headed, and he felt his cheeks heat up at the very thought of what Jared was insinuating. “Talking! W-We were just talking, Jared!” He told the other prince, who was smirking at the taller boy. “Talking? Is that what the kids are calling it now? Well, I guess both activities involve your mouths-”

“That’s not- that’s not what happened!”

“You don’t have to be ashamed! I’m actually kind of jealous! (Y/N) is babe, I would totally-”

“Don’t talk about her like that!” Evan’s voice was loud and almost angry, catching Jared by surprise. “I was kidding, Evan! Learn to take a joke sometimes!” Jared said, laughing the tension off. “Don’t… Don’t make those kind of jokes about her. I wouldn’t be upset a-about anyone else, j-just… not her.” Evan shrank back to his normal self, avoiding eye contact with Jared. Jared just studied him for a moment before scoffing. “Fine, whatever. No need to freak out, Ev,” he said. Evan couldn’t help but smile. Despite his harsh words, Evan knew that Jared only used the nickname when he was being genuine- well, as genuine as Jared could get.

The rest of the day was filled with endless teasing from Jared, although none of it was vulgar or crude like it usually would have been. As if Jared couldn’t tell that (Y/N) was different than any other girl he had teased Evan about by his reaction alone, the look Evan would get in his eyes whenever your name was even mentioned spelled out his feelings loud and clear. Evan was in love with Princess (Y/N).

Dear Evan Hansen AU: Of Coffee and Daisies

@truenogreen666

“I hate this job. So freaking much-damn it Alana where’s the cinnamon?”

“How should I know? You were there last one to use it.”

“You should know by now I can’t believe trusted to take care either myself or anything around me.”

“What’s the order? Maybe they won’t notice.”

“He wants an Iced, half caff, Ristretto, venti, four pump, sugar free, cinnamon, dolce soy skinny latte. I think he’d be the kind of ass to know if we didn’t out in any cinnamon.” Jared didn’t like working and it it wasn’t for his discount as an employee he would definitely not be working at Starbucks. The meeting place for everyone from teenage girls to hipster douchebags mooching off their free Wi-Fi. “Nevermind I found it.”

Fixing the over complicated order he handed it to Alana to take out but not before contemplating spitting in the drink too give the thing a little more “flavor”. Deciding against it Jared turned back to look at the entrance as the bell rang letting them know someone else had come in.

“-how have you never been to a Starbucks before?”

“They didn’t have any where I used to live.”

“Wow, you really are small town. Come on, we can look at the menu and I’ll buy you anything you want. Just don’t make it too overly complicated, that’s kind of a douche thing to do. Unless Jared’s working, then feel free to make it as overly complicated as possible.”
Ah yes, Zoe Murphy. She worked in the flower store across the street from them and was a regular, always ordering a caramel Frappuccino. They went to the same college and had…differences in approach to school. Close behind her was a new guy wearing the smock for the same store. His eyes nervously darted around the small store from him to the menu to the people around them.

“How’s my favorite hipster doing today?”

“Piss off Jared, Evan’s never been to a Starbucks so I’m treating him.” The guy’s fingers twitched as he looked over the menu, avoiding eye contact with Jared as he began to stutter out his order.

“W-what’s y-y-your closest thing to bb-black?” Jared was a little surprised by the request, unable to imagine this kid drinking anything but a hot chocolate.

“Our dark roast?”

“Y-yeah, t-that.”

“Will that be tall, grande, venti or trenta?”

“I-I-ugh, what?”

“Small, medium, large or extra large.” Zoe translated, glaring at Jared as if it was somehow his fault Evan had never been to a Starbucks before.

“Oh, uh, er-grande? I think?”

“With the Frappuccino that will be six dollars and eleven cents today.” Handing him her card Evan’s shoes widened at Zoe.

“T-t-that’s pretty expensive for some coffee.”

“It is a damn fine cup of coffee,” Jared said as Evan stared at him strangely. “Come on it’s a reference.”

“Nobody gets your dumb references Jared.” Rolling his eyes Jared finished their orders handing them to Alana as he went back over to the register. The two were about to walk out the door when the guy (Evan?) came back, grabbing a few napkins before running off. On the counter was their receipt, flipped over with something written on it.

‘I like Twin Peaks too.’ Jared laughed, finally someone who got his reference.

tangerinellama  asked:

the real question is, why is bb jared always so blushy??

truly, a question to be asked. some possibilities:

1) naturally high padabody temperature (well known)

2) blusher, applied in mistaken belief that aspiring actors should be well made up at all times

3) combination of LUSTFUL THOUGHTS due to youth and general enthusiastic and affectionate nature, with GOOD TEXAS BOY SHAME at said thoughts’ persistence

(i mean i have a favourite option but your mileage may vary)

I was trying to understand how someone could hate Jared Padalecki, when it hit me.

I mean, it’s got to be with how unattractive he is, right?

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Must be his dimples. Yuck..

It has to be the way he takes everything so seriously.

Must be how he doesn’t care about his wife…

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or kids..

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And of course, the disgusting way he’s friends with Jensen

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Yep. I can see the light now, everyone. Clearly, Jared Padalecki is the most hate-able guy around.

anonymous asked:

Does Jared have asthma?

i’m no doctor and i dunno his current diagnosis - but we all know he battled something bizarre with his lungs for a very, very long time years ago and likely has some residual damage to his lungs from that.

he has been photographed with inhalers (thanks, terry) - but i’m pretty sure that was during the time in which he was ill, and an inhaler at that point could’ve been for an acute reason trying to get whatever was going on under control, not necessarily a chronic one.

he’s incredibly active outdoors and often climbing at insanely high altitudes - so my guess is that whatever lung issues he had back then are now under control (cause he def wouldn’t be doing what he’s doing if he couldn’t breathe or had chronic asthma).

poooor bb!