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[bemorecronch]

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[astrochemstry]

Jared Kleinman HC: having a crush on him, you don't wanna admit it but everyone knows

I was lying in bed and then i got this idea and it sounded really cute so i made it a reality asjdfbasjh im having a brainrot

Reader is gender neutral and its romance

OK SO JUST IMAGINE

YOU LIKE THIS GUY

YOU DON'T WANNA ADMIT IT BCS HES COCKY AS HELL

BUT EVERYONE KNOWS

E VE RYO NE KNO W S

YES EVEN HIM

OK lets go to the start so

SO I HAVENT FINISHED THE BOOK AND STUFF BUT

I DO THINK JARED WENT TO SCOUT CAMP AS A KID TOO

SO you met there

And as in met

He accidentally uh

Well yk those log things you gotta walk on??

He slipped and accidentally bumped into you

And you fell on the mud lmao

Bro was trying vv hard not to laugh actually

“Kleinman, apologize to (Name).”

“Sorry.”

hE AINT GOOD AT THIS FORGIVE HIM PLS

Ok so like youre still mad but

Throughout your time there he makes it up with

aCTS OF SERVice

sO some hcs here are from @/bemorecronch pls check them out vv good at writing jared and hilarious as hell

So one of their hcs is that if he likes u he randomly gives u food

oH diD I NOT MENTioN??

THIS GUY LIKES YOU TOO

So like one time you dropped your snack and like vv frustrated bcs you fell in mud and now your snack fell in mud

So he goes up to you and shoves his spare sandwich onto you

Youre like ???? but then he jsut raises and eyebrow

“Don’t you know how to eat or did that dirt change everything in you??”

You choose whether you smacked him or not

But like after that and everything, he sat with you and just ate with ya

Then the crushing started

SO YEARS PASS

WELCOME TO HIGHSCHOOL OR WHATEVER TOOK PLACE IN DEH

yOU MEET AGAIN

“Arent you that mud person from camp??” “Arent you that asshole who shoved me??”

Sassy conversations

Murphy siblings live for it tbh

They love you

And then heres the thiNG

SO ONE TIME AT THE CAFETERIA

You guys just sat together and ate bcs i mean thats what you did at camp too

You guys we’re vv close and be reminded you have a crush on him

So liKE your body started to heat up and ik for some skin colors it wont be visible youre blushiNG BUT SINCE YOURE SO CLOSE HE CAN FEEL THE HEAT

Hes concerned bro “are you okay??”

“Yes im fine- just-” tHEN HE PLACES HIS HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD

TO CHECK YK

Totally not an excuse to touch you

coIUGHGHcouG HH

So like you just froze?? Bcs oH SHIT ohIUSHAHH????

Alana was there and you were like oh thank god

But alana

aLANA KNOWS

ALANA SEES IT

But dw she doesnt like say it out and tease you

Takes you away and stuff “Oh god! (Name) are you okay? Lets go to the nurse.”

She doesnt take you to the nurse lmao

“So, you like someone?”

React how you want she aint gonna fall for you denying it

anYWAYS SHE DOES KEEP IT A SECRET

But like its you who, well, makes it less of a secret lmao

Like youre very expressive abt it

Everyone knows

The school knows

And you guessed it!

JARED KNOWS

Bro is happy as hell you like him back but don't forget hes a little shit

Teases you tbh

Like if youre sitting down and reading or smth hes just like “oh whats that??” and gets vERY CLOSE

From acts of service to physical toUCH

If you like passed a test or something he just awkwardly goes up to you and pats your back

“Good job” “uh thanks”

Hes silently crying inside bcs of that

Ok but like one day lets say Alana encourages you to confess

So you do and like when you see Jared youre just

Oh shit oh fuck oh no nope nO

But like he sees you and he just goes to you like “whats up??”

Its just casual

Too casual

So you didnt wanna confess in like a crowded hall lol so you tell him to meet you at some place like uh idk you choose

So Jared

Aint dumb ok

An asshole but this shit is fucking smart

And first thing he thinks is ‘theyre gonna confess. Definitely.’

No doubts bcs he knows u like him lmao

So you meet

And bro got a huge smirk on his face

“Soo- what did you want to talk about?”

Hes just so calm?? And casual? That youre freaked out and suspicious bcs you expect him to spit out some mean things and stuff

“Uh- this is- wait uh” “go on.” “weLL- uH”

Then he laughs

You guys know what im talking about

“You sound like Evan” hes wHEEZing

“LOOK i LIKE you okay???”

“Everyone does” “No i mean- the- the like like”

Bro acts like he doesnt understand

So uh yeaH you kiss hiM

Look he knows u like him but hes still shocked bcs daMN

In the end, he just goes “oh i know you do. Everyone does.” with a smiLE

Smack him smACK hiM

[neptune-writes-blog]

hey y’all

im travelling to wattpad permanently :(  

follow me at bemorecronch :)

[woildismyerster]

Can you please recommend a few of your favorite writers/favorite fics? I'm looking for more stuff to read on here xxx

Picture me cracking my knuckles like a hacker about to do that A+ hacking.  (I cannot hack.  This is the best I can do.)

@racinghiggins is an amazing writer.  I would die for her.

@illtake20newspapersplease is McFreaking amazing.  

@slushiesandsawyer is super good.

@brooklyn-anon has some v cute Crutchie stuff.  I love Crutchie.  A good boy.

I would kill for @daveyjacobss.

@emphatically-enthusiastic has this really cute soulmate AU with Race, and I swoon.

As far as DEH stuff goes, @scarsonthecuffsofyourjeans is bomb.  I really like @bemorecronch, too.

[finnofamerica]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @storiesbycaroline , the ever-lovely and magnificent. Definitely go follow her because she is both amazing and beautiful, her writing is the same. 

Rules: Complete these 15 questions and tag 10 or more people that you follow, but want to know better. 

Name: Finnlyn

Age: 17 (twins! Caroline!)

Country: USA

Favorite Color: Blue, Green, Black, White, Purple. 

When you made this blog: July 16th, 2018 was my reboot.

Follower Count: 137

Choose a Super Power: The power to fill/empty things; bank account empty, fill it. Somebody annoying you, fill their bladder. Like the possibilities are endless

Favorite Drink: ummmmmm water? IDK, water tastes better when it's from specific places and I can’t describe why. 

A Song You Love Right Now: This really changes all the time, but most currently is probably Angry All The Time by Tim McGraw bc I’m angsting today. 

Dream Career: Audio Engineer/Technician

Dream Vacation: I wanna go to Helsinki, Finland. I’m Fin by heritage and I love the language and I want to experience the culture. 

Hogwarts House: Slytherin; honestly the more you get to know me the more apparent it is. 

Christmas or Halloween: Ummm, a little bit of both. I love the general darkness of Halloween, but I love the energy surrounding Christmas (Including annoying @outofet with my insistent humming of Christmas songs.) 

I’m Tagging @sassyunicornoverlord, @isolatedgingernerd, @macbookpro-hard-drive , @bemorecronch , @be-more-heidi-hansen, @richardgoranski , @1purplepanda (my main homegirl), @sincerely-us-imagines , @sincerelythree-hc , @musicxlobsessed , @cozykleinman , @wordsfail-deh (Love you guys, only participate if you are feeling up to it.)

[watch-the-whole-world-disap-blog]

Hey!!! I love your writing so much!!! So do you have any other fic blogs you would recc? I'm trying to follow as many amazing writers as possible... thanks 💜💜

Ummm this is gonna be a long list also gah thank you so much!!

@problematicc-favs and @sea-creature-anons have 11/10 sin @fiestymikefaist @jaredflyingsolo @sincerlyyme @shadeswritings @dehinprettycursive @did-you-fall-or-did-you-let-go @dearconnmurphy @fly-like-a-grayson @huffleheck @just-another-imagine-writer @let-the-world-pass-by @bemorejermy @bemorelohst @bemorecronch 

All of these are fantastic writers so amazing and also super great humans go follow them 120000/10 content on everyone’s blog 

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You should go check out this cute dream some anon had on @bemorecronch page

okaY

[bemorecronch]

Things Jared Kleinman Has Definitely Said While Drunk

- do- *snort* do you think if I just kissed Evan he’d have a panic attack? 
- I’m not saying I bought us each a fishbowl… But I bought us each a fishbowl 
- HOLY SHIT IS THAT S CLUB 7 PLAYING?? 
- I’m texting my fu-fucking mom so… 
- AINT NO PARTY LIKE AN S CLUB PAR-TAY 
- no seriously though- Evan’d fucking lose it if I just kissed him 
- I can’t like… I can’t… 
- Tequila tastes like burn 
- nO thIS iSnt mY FIRst tIMe dRUNk 
- I’m totally body rolling right now (side note: he is not) 
- I might just kiss him though- for the *hiccup* for the vine. 
- “Jared vine isn’t a thing anymo-” 
- FoR THe vINE 
- we should go SWIMMING 
- “JARED NO!” 
- JARED YES! 
- another of your finest alcohol my good boy! 
- HEY ACORN C'MERE 
- what even am this? 
- TEQUILA TASTES LIKE BURN!!

- is we art o god?

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[bemorecronch]

The Phone Call (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Remember that anon about 400 years ago that asked for this? Well here it is! WARNINGS: SMUTTTT, exhibition, public, dominant Jared You loved when Jades was dominant in bed. Seeing him that confident around you always made you a little breathless, and as he pulled up your skirt and tore your underwear off you, you could barely contain yourself. You feel his lips move against you, his tongue gliding over your clit and causing your stomach to flip, “what's gotten into you?” He looks up and grins, “today I remembered I can just do this. I can just eat you out if I want.” He pulled your legs closer to him, spreading your thighs and pushing his tongue slowly from size to side. You fight back a moan, but his hand reaches up to your chest and scratches down your stomach. You whisper his name; wrapping your fingers in his hair and squeezing your eyes shut. Jared uses his talks a lot, so it was always nice when he put his mouth to good use. He could so easily now force little murmurs out of you. Jared pushed you to the edge, causing you to rise, you were so suddenly involved with the strength of his tongue you almost didn't here your phone. You glanced fuzzy eyed at the screen, “not now Connor.” Jared looks up at you, lips pink and smiling, “answer it.” “What?” You don't hide the panic in your voice and he smirks, “you heard me. Answer it.” You bite your lip as he sits up, finger tracing you, teasing around your clit so softly you almost buck your hips. You close your eyes and take a breath before sliding along the “answer” button. “Hey Con- be quick. What's- what's wrong.” You already sound shaky as Jared slides two fingers inside you. Connor sounds bored, “I’m partners with Alana in English and she’s driving me nuts- do you understand this Gatsby book report at all?” You close your eyes and try to focus on anything over than the curling of Jareds fingers, or the kisses his pushing into your thighs. “Yeah- the Ga-Ah-tsby report. Sure. It's about wanting some-ohhh… something unattainable.” You can hear Jared chuckling every time you gasp, and starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, Connor however sounds a little concerned, “are you ok? You sound weird.” “I'm good- I'm, I’m so good. Holy shit. Fu- just, ask. What do you want to know?” Jared isn't hiding his smirk as he looks deep into your eyes, and you're trying so hard not to cum when your on the phone to Connor. He starts picking up the pace and you dig your nails into his shoulder. He's just smiling. “Are you excising? You sound super out of breath.” Connor laughs and you feel yourself nodding as though he can see you, “yeah- I'm jogging. It's a real work ohh-out. What did you want Connor?” You whine at the end, both you and Jared know you can't take much more of this, and he's loving it. He starts kissing your neck, biting your ear lobe and causing your breath to hitch every 5 seconds. “Alana asked me to write about the symbolism of the green light. What does…” “Oh my GOD it represents envy and money- Jesus Christ, fuck Connor.” You snap, hanging up and gripping Jared's shoulders as you cum in his hand. Your vision blurs as you let out a loud unbridled moan; covering your face with your hands. You grind on his fingers as you ride out the waves of bliss crashing over you while you whisper “yes.” Over and over to yourself. Jared slowly pulls his fingers out and kisses your cheek, “that was awesome.” You nod breathlessly, “I have to call and apologies to Connor.” You note as Jared gets up to wash his hands. You hear him laugh from the bathroom, “you gonna tell him the truth?” You almost have a heart attack at the mere idea, “no- obviously not.” A week later Jared tells Connor what was actually happening during that phone call and he is scarred. Forever. He actually never calls you again.

[bemorecronch]

Things Jared Kleinman Has Definitely Said During Sex (HeadCanons)

- take me to that place - oooohweee - yaaaaas - hummina hummina hummina - you're welcome - wait no don't look at me - fight me - *hummed 'don't you want me baby' by Human League* - wow - Boom - please - holy moly - this is so fucking cool - Really don't look at me - you like that?... Really, do you?... Add your own if you like!!

[bemorecronch]

You Should Ask Him Out (Jared Kleinman X Gender Neutral Reader)

WARNINGS: Fluffy fluff. Swearing, Jared being awkward and weird. INCLUDING: Michael Mell from Be More Chill An anon asked for one where you worked in a nerdy store and he comes in to see you, so here it is! Every day at Hitchhiker’s Comic Books was the same. You thought it would be awesome working where you loved to shop, but all you got were parents who didn't know what they were looking for; kids who tried to steal shit; or neckbeards who thought they knew more than you. You didn't hate it, you got to read comics in your spare time and the people who you worked with were sweet. “just this.” You looked up. He was chubby with glasses and a nervous grin. In his hands was the new Saga. You smile back, “sure!” You take it from him. He looked shy and actually a little cute. You glance at the comic and notice some rips, “ah, crap. It's tore. Some kids that come in here are assholes- I'll get you a different one.” He nodded, “oh yeah, uh, OK.” You turn and step up the small ladder to reach for the spare comics. You can feel Michael; your co-worker, watching and smirking. You find what you're looking for and hand it to him, “$2.99.” You smile and he scrapes around his pocket for the money, giving it to you with a shaking hand, “here. Thanks.” He was blushing as he left the store, and you glanced over at Michael who was chuckling. “What?” You ask, he shakes his head and smiles, “he was kinda cute.” He moved closer and you rolled your eyes, “I guess.” He wriggled his eyebrows, “he was staring at your ass on that ladder.” He laughed in a sing-song voice. You smacked his shoulder, “no he wasn't!” Michael raised his hands up in surrender, “whatever. But you couldn't see him. I thought his eyes were going to bust out of his head.” You throw one of the d20’s at him and he bats it away. -- A week had past before you saw him again. He was buying a Rick and Morty issued comic. He looked up and smiled, “hi, just this one please.” He wasn't making eye contact with you and you scanned it, “it's a good one. This issue, I mean.” You comment, he nods “yeah- they're sort of getting me through the hiatus.” You smile at each other and hand him the comic. He stares at you for a second longer before someone in the queue coughed. He looked panicked, “alright, later.” He left the store and you served the next person. After the rush died down and you and Michael were alone you could here him chuckling. “You're so into that nerdy kid who comes in here.” “We work in a comic book shop Mell; you're gonna have to be more specific.” But you can feel yourself turning pink. He mimics your posture, batting his eyes, “it's a really good one. The issue, I mean.” His is voice is really high and he suddenly snaps back to himself, “that's you. That's what you sounded like.” Your eyes are wide, “no I don't!” He leans against the bench, “you should ask him out.” You scoff, maybe a little too theatrically, “I don’t even know his name.” Michael shrugged, “so ask.” - You were stocking up Pop! Figures when you see the guy walk through the door. He browsed the ones you were stocking and you look over at him, “oh, hi.” You smile. He smiles back, “these are so lame.” He commented. You glance at him, “I know. I have some at home.” You laugh. There's alarm in his eyes, “oh- no I mean- like they're cool! Whatever.” He coughed and you shook your head, “oh I'm super aware how dumb they are, don't worry.” “You were right. The Rick and Morty issue was really good.” He wasn't looking at you, but he seemed really nervous, “I know right? It's airing on Netflix in a week and I'm so ready.” God he really is cute. Nerdy and a little awkward. Your eyes drift to Michael; who's holding up a piece of paper with the words “GET SOME.” Written in sharpie. You're whole face heads up and you look away. “You ok? You look like you saw a ghost.” Jared turns behind him and Michael slams the paper on the desk before he can read it, “no! That's just my face, that's my- that's what I look like.” You babble and he cocks an eyebrow, “OK.” “So- uh, are you looking for something?” You try to change the subject and he looks away, “no I- I'm just looking.” He stumbles. You finish stocking and nod, “OK, come get me if you need me.” You go to walk back to the counter to smack Michael for the sign. “JARED!” You turn, “what?” The guy was blushing, “I said Jared. That's my name, so I… So I said it.” He stumbles out his words and you nod, “I'm (Y/N).” When he leaves without buying anything you feel yourself grinning. When Michael gives you a quizzical look you shrug, “his names Jared.” He rolled his eyes, “just know I'm not covering shifts so you can fuck in the stock room.” - The third time you saw him he buying the second issue of Saga, but you weren't serving him. You were looking for an issue of Monstress for a parent. Michael was serving him. He took one look at Jared, “you want me to go get her/him?” “What? No. Who? What?” He stammered, leaning against the counter and instantly losing his balance, trying to steady himself. Michael chuckled, “Jesus you're perfect for each other.” “What?” “Nothing.” He shakes his head and scans the comic, “but like… Is (Y/N)… Seeing anyone? Like…” “Totally single. Completely single.” Michael cut Jared off and they watch you stock up shelves, Jared glanced at him, “and you're not…” Michael shook his head, “my boyfriend might have an issue with it, so no.” Jared nodded, “not that I'm interested.” He backed away grabbing his comic, “oh sure.” Michael nodded. Jared left, blushing and smiling a little. After stocking you move back to the counter as Michael leans against the counter, “why do you look so smug?” You ask. He shrugged, “your boyfriend was asking about you.” You spin to look at him, “what? No. Who? What?” He's grinning and you have no idea why, “asking if you were single.” You browse nonchalantly through the pokèmon cards, “what did you say?” “I told him we were dating.” “WHAT?” “I'm kidding! I told him you were totally completely single.” Your eyes widen, “really dude? I sound desperate.” You place your head in your hands, “yeah well, you are. He's nice and interested. Ask him out.” You bit your lip, “yeah. Yeah. I will.” - Jared walked into the shop, greeted by Michael shouting his name to obviously let you know he was there. You slammed into the manga section in a panic and heard Michael laugh in the distance. You walk up, adjusting yourself, “hey Jared.” He smiled at you and you tried to buck up the courage. Michael took it as his queue to grab his phone and go to the back of the store. You feel your phone buzz with an alert: Text from Michael: GET SOME!!! You close your phone and look up, “I uh- and this isn't like an obligation. I don't know. I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a coffee?” You're trying so hard to sound casual, and his eyes are wide. You can feel heat rising to your face and your brain goes into over drive. He looks worried, “I uh… I can't.” He whispered, leaving and shutting the door. You want to die. You want the ground to swallow you up. You want every villain in every comic to jump off the pages and beat the shit out of you because it would be less painful. Goddamn it. Goddamn it! You put your head in your hands. Michael looked out from behind the comic stand, “shit. I… Fuck I'm so sorry. I thought…” You lean against the desk, “no it's, it's fine. I thought so too.” You looked up, “like- shit. I really… Really thought he liked me… Am I stupid?” You ask, Michael shakes his head and squeezes your arm. - Three sulky days had passed as you were over-corrected by guys in duster jackets and yellow sunglasses. Michael had cheered you up as much as he could, but you couldn't help but feel cheated. “Hi.” You look up at who had addressed you to see Jared. He doesn't have anything in his hands and he's not making eye contact. You lean back in your heels, “hi.” There's a moment of silence and you watched him take in a deep breath, “look,” he started and you held up a hand to interrupt, “it's fine. Don't- don't speak. You don't have to make it awkward. I thought there was some sort of thing between us and I was wrong. It's ok, no hard…” You were cut off when he kissed you. Leaning over the counter to get closer. His lips were a little chapped but he smelt amazing. You pulled away, “I'm so confused.” He looked down, “I am a wreck. I can't communicate and I substitute actual emotional progress for sarcasm.” He rambled off, “the only reason I can even say this is because I've been standing outside that door for 40 minutes trying to psych myself up. Nobody hot ever really looks at me… Saying no was a panic move and… And I'm sorry.” “Oh.” He looked around, “sorry for kissing you.” You smile lightly, “it's ok… So, coffee?” You ask. He's turned pink, “even after that neurotic breakdown?” You nod, “no ones perfect. Plus I can't just go around kissing customers. I think you owe me a coffee now.” You smiled and he rested on his elbows, “cool. Good. Ok. Whatever. Sure.” You lean forward, “you're being neurotic again.” “Sorry.” “I won't tell anyone. I finish at 5 if you want?” You ask, he stands up straight, “yeah. 5 sounds good.” He walked directly into a stack of comics, adjusted his glasses and walked out. After a second Michael scooted next to you, “you like a boy.” You feel like your cheeks are on fire, “shut up.” You chuckle and he nudges you, “you kissed a boy too.” You hit his shoulder, “stop.” He starts laughing, “you want to fuck the b…” “MICHAEL.” - Bonus: Michael was right, you did end up in the stock room. Michael was scarred for life.

[bemorecronch]

Things Jared Kleinman Definitely Does When He's Attracted To You

- insults you - sweats - his ears turn bright pink, don’t fight me on this - giggles and then stops abruptly - Leans forward because he likes the way people smell - can’t look you in the eye - finds weird excuses to touch you - “God your hands are gross and soft let- let me feel how soft they are.” - “you’ve got a mark on your face.” “Where is it?” “No I’ve got it, you’re incapable of doing anything.” - whispers insults about other people to you - he sends you notes in class about how lame everything is - just like… Buys you food?? You’ll be sitting and he’ll come over with an extra sandwich or whatever and just give it to you without saying anything. - goes out of his way to make you feel better - doesn’t let you know he’s listening, but will try and fix any problems you talk about. - so much ear blushing though - simultaneously always wants to be alone with you and is TERRIFIED of being alone with you. - talks about you at least once every ten minutes - uses your name when he talks to you. - just fucking. Believes in you. He doesn’t say it to your face, but he just believes you can do anything. - did I mention his ears turn red when you’re close to him? - nervous talking

BONUS

- when he asks you out he doesn’t specifically, ASK so much as awkwardly kisses your cheek and just EXPECTS you to understand that means he wants to date you.

ADD 👏 YOUR 👏 OWN 👏

[bemorecronch]

Master List

During Hey look it’s that thing no one wanted. 

but for serious, I’ve written way too much shit already and here is literally all of it.

Fluff:

Books and Tea and Panic Attacks 

Glass Bird

Saturday?

Independent Woman 

Some Of My Best Mistakes

Keeping Afloat

The Hand That Flannels (Part 1)

Smut:

Not Fragile 

Laundry Day 

Mario Kart Sucks

That’s My Toy

Kitten

Rocking The Boat

I’m Sorry- What Did You Say?

Sex And Vandalism  

Dead Girl Walking

The Hand That Flannels (Part 2)

Google’s A Wonderful Thing

That’s The Last Time You Take My Shit 

You’ll Go Blind You Know?

Headcanons:

Things Jared Kleinman Has Definitely Said During Sex

Watching The Harry Potter Films With Jared Kleinman Would Include:

Things Jared Kleinman Has Definitely Said While Drunk

[bemorecronch]

Reserved For You (Jared Kleinman X Reader)

WARNINGS: fluff but nsfw at the beginning, body image issues, chubby reader, swearing, anxiety.

Sorry it’s so sort! Suggested by @audiaantonette

You sat with your legs wrapped around Jared’s shoulders as his lips sucked and pressed against your clit, he was kneeling down off the bed as you lay on your back and pleasure crashed over you. Got he was good at this, practise had really paid off. He was so cute, you looked down to see at him, but your stomach blocked your view. Suddenly the world seemed to shrink around you, and you could no longer focus on the sensations he was giving you. You feel his hand run up your thigh and you cringe. A knot forms inside your chest as panic sets in.

“Red light.” You whisper, and then speak up at the ceiling. He stops, instantly recognising the safe word system. He looks up and wipes his mouth, “did I do something?” He climbed up on the bed but you sit up and pull up your underwear, “it’s nothing- it doesn’t matter. I just… I have to go.”you reach for your jeans but he puts his hand over yours, “no, really… What’s happening?” He looked worried and you shake your head.

“Sometimes…” Your mouth goes dry and your aware how you must look; flushed and maybe sweaty and gross, “I don’t get… What you see in me.” You weren’t looking at him but you feel the weight on the bed shift away, “what?” He let out a laugh, but it stopped instantly when he realised you weren’t kidding, “are you serious?”

You push your hair behind your ears, “it’s a weight thing, it doesn’t matter…” You try desperately to change the subject, and let’s go of your hands and shrugs, “OK. It doesn’t matter… But if it did. If something was really bothering you- I’d be pretty fucking inspiring. You’re missing out on a great speech here.” This pushes a light laugh out of you, and he grins, “I know you said it doesn’t matter- and you’re right, it doesn’t. But if you were upset about the way you looked I’d remind you of my buck teeth and weird laugh.”

“That’s different.” You argue, mentally hitting yourself for falling for his bait, and he raises an eyebrow, “how?” You look down and he sits cross legged on the bed, taking in a deep sigh “everything I just mentionedI hate about myself. I… I remember crying at Harry Potter when Hermione shrunk her teeth because I was so jealous.”

“You never told me that.”

“I haven’t told anyone before. I also had a fake laugh, one that I practised in the mirror so it sounded normal.” He was blushing and then looked up into your eyes, “but when you told me a joke; I couldn’t fake it. When it happened… My dumbass giggle, you lit up. You said it was the best thing you’d ever head. Even though I hated it- you loved it. I still don’t like it, I still don’t like my teeth or muffin top, but you do.”

You kiss his cheek, “I love your teeth too.” You blush and he grins- “so!”

“So what?”

“So that’s how I feel about you. There might be things you don’t like, and we can change any that you want… But never forget that what I see in you, is you. The things I love about you are literally everything.” He hasn’t stopped looking at you, and you can feel yourself blushing, “that was… Really sweet.”

He shrugs, “I wasn’t saying it to be sweet. I just- I’m trying this thing where I tell people how I feel… I’m not sure I like it.” He was smirking and you nudged him, “I think it suits you.”

“Well don’t go telling everyone. It’s reserved for you.”

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All's Fair in Love and Mario Kart (Jared Kleinman X Reader)

WARNING: SMUTTTT, very light teasing, stripping, body confidence issues from Jared because- well because it's Jared. You stared at the split screen in front of you. How were you still in second place? You had red shelled shelled, blue shelled and bombed this asshole, but Jared Kleinman was still beating you. You'd been dating for a couple weeks or so, and while actual dates were fun- sometimes all either of you wanted was a thunderstorm and to play Mario Kart in his room. He was laughing, because every time you got close you'd make a stupid mistake and he'd overtake again. You glared at him, “you're cheating.” “No, I'm better than you.” He winked and you shoved him, “you're such a sore winner.” You growl. He lets out an obnoxious giggle and leans against you. With every win he gets more and more condescending, forcing you into losing your cool. You needed him to break focus if you ever wanted to pull this race back. He's leaning his shoulder against yours and you see an opportunity. As your Yoshi kart starts gaining against Waluigi’s, you lean over and lightly kiss his cheek, breathing “fuck me.” Into his ear. His kart crashed into a wall as he fumbled and dropped his controller. “That is DEFINITELY cheating!” He shot and you grinned as you sped ahead of him. He swore under his breath and picked up the controller, but it was too late. You were three laps in and as you flew over the finish line he threw the wii down, “cheater.” He grunted, he was bright pink but grinning. You kissed his cheek again and he turned to look at you, cocking an eyebrow. “What?” You deadpan, knowing his scheming face well. He tucks his hand behind your ear, “if you're feeling oh so confident- we could make this interesting?” He already looked smug and you backed away, “are you trying to hustle me?” You're trying to sound skeptical, but the twinge of curiosity in your voice is enough to push him forward. “Whoever loses…” He pulled at the cuff of your t-shirt, “takes something off.” He sounded a little shy and you gulped, “are you suggesting strip Mario Kart?” You ask; he laughs, “I am.” You lean back on your elbows and graze your eyes over him, “alright. But you just lost, gorgeous.” You remind. He suddenly turns an even brighter pink, “Ok- ok. That's fair.” He removed a sock and you rolled your eyes, “coward.” He sucked his teeth, “fine. You wanna play? Let's play.” He pulled off his t-shirt, kneeling bare chested in front of you. You briefly wondered which one of you was blushing more. He grabbed the controller and you picked up yours, pressing start and heading into the next race. It started bad for you. Now he had something to play for; and he was determined. But he was still susceptible to your tricks; a quick breathy moan in the right place, pressing against him; or whispering his name at the right time pushed you into the lead. You tore around the track and beat him- not easily, but you beat him. The placement screen rolled up and you turned to face him expectantly. He looked furious, “I feel like I've been hustled.” He muttered, unbuckling his pants and kicking them off, revealing his emoji boxers. You fail to stifle a laugh and his eyes widen and look away from you. He actually looks mad, reaching for his shirt, “Jesus I mean ok- you didn't have to laugh when you saw me, fuck.” You grab his shirt from his hands in a panic, “No! No! I was laughing at the emoji movie boxers- not you. Never you.” You babble out, gripping his hands tight in yours. The relief on his face was instant, “oh. That's embarrassing.” He was still pink and rubbed the back of his neck. You shake your head, “the only thing that's embarrassing is how bad I beat you. Damn Jared, I wasn't even trying.” You try to sound cocky and change the subject. He takes the opportunity willingly, “I'm letting you get a win in. I don't want you to cry after I crush you.” The next race you start winning quick, speeding off. It's easy. Too easy. You glance side ways at him and he's grinning, planning something. He's behind you and you're comfortable with your lead, until you feel the weight shift on the bed and he leans close to you and sucks the crook of your neck. It sends shockwaves down your spine, and as your eyes flutter closed you hear an all too familiar sound, a blue shell bombs you into the sky. Jared stops leaving a mark on your body and over takes you, along with 5 NPCS. You glare at him as he laughs, “you asshole! That's cheating!” “Don't dish it out if you can’t take it.” He giggles and you feel yourself lose your temper, which only makes your driving worse. He wins with ease and you go to take off your shirt. He shakes his head and gets of the bed, getting down on his knees and pulling down your skirt. He looks intense, like he's psyching himself up for being this dominant. You lift up your hips and allow him to tug it to the floor while your stomach does small flips. Suddenly he's grinning, “are they lace?” He looks up and you cover your face with your hands, “yes.” His head moves closer between your legs and your breath catches in your throat. He places a small kiss on your thigh and just as you're starting to feel lightheaded he stands up, “next race?” He sounded chipper and you try and pull yourself together, “tease.” You whisper, he laughs quietly as he presses start. You feel your competitive nature take over, but you're flustered and making stupid mistakes. This boy has you rattled. You can still remember what his ears felt like against your inner-thighs. He side glances you and giggles. “What?” “You look miles away. Are you that thirsty for me, princess?” He whispers. You speed again and send a well times green shell at him. He's behind you now but he's still chuckling, “touch a nerve?” He asked. “No, that's the problem.” The last part was meant to be in your head, and he starts laughing- “wow!” He starts overtaking you and you crash into him. You're on the last lap and the finish line is in sight, but one well timed banana sends you spinning, and he finishes first again- holding his hands above his head. You lean your head back, “for fucks sake.” You grumble. He sits behind you, wrapping his legs around you. You feel fingers pull your shirt up, “so did it turn you on when I called you princess or…” He whispered into your neck. You feel heat rising to your face, “you're such an ass.” Your shirt was pulled off and thrown onto the floor as he kisses your neck and shoulders, easing down the straps of your bra. “You know I technically won that tournament.” You reminded him. He runs his hands along your stomach and down to your lace underwear. He hums lightly as his fingers brush against your clit. You close your eyes and let out a shaky breath, “baby.” You whine, and he chuckles. His fingers slowly curl inside you as his thumb rubs against your clit. You feel him stretch, forcing another ragged groan out of you, “J-Jared.” His thumb picks up speed. He gropes your chest and you can feel his erection pressing into you. You crane your neck to look at him, “fuck me.” You beg. He pulls out his hand lyes you on your back, kissing down your chest and pulling off his boxers. He pulls a condom out of the bedside table and rolls it down himself. He eyes you hungrily before pulsing his hips slowly into you. You close your eyes and feel him inside you, the wind knocked out of you as he gives you a second to adjust before undulating his hips. You grab at his hair and moan quietly. You can hear the bed start to squeak faster as he picked up speed, “you like this, princess?” Your pride makes you want to hit him, but fuck this was good- all you could allow was a nod and an unintelligible whisper. “You do? You like this?” He lifted your legs and you cover you face with your hands, “yes, fuck.” You whine. You wrap your arms around him and he gets closer to you, tracking kisses into you’re neck, “you're so beautiful.” He grunts- you can feel the world fuzz around you, “Jared.” You whisper, fingers trembling and toes curling up, “Jared, fuck I'm-“ you feel light as intense pleasure crashes over you, and over you, and over you. He keeps thrusting into you, “you're stunning when you cum.” His breathing is ragged as he pins your hands either side of your head. He's breathing heavy- panting over you, “so hot. You’re so- oh god.” His arms buckle and he leans over you, cumming hard, brokenly shouting your name. You run your fingers through his hair as it happens, and as he moves from on top of you, you curl into his arms. “Give me 10 minutes, I'm ready to reclaim my title as Mario Kart Champion.” He murmured into your hair, “but anything goes with distractions.” He noted. You chuckled, “All’s fair in love and beating your ass in Mario Kart.”

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The Beach Trip That Never Happened (Jared Kleinman X Gender Neutral Reader)

WARNING: very light smut, swearing, Jared is awkward

“I can’t believe you.” You stare out the window at the rain, Jared had decided they should all go to the beach this Friday and everyone had warned against it. Saying it was definitely going to rain and under no circumstances anyone should go to the beach in this weather. But he hadn’t listened, because why would he? You’d taken two cars and Alana, Zoe, and Evan had taken one car, and because he felt bad at the idea of you driving alone Jared opted to ride with you.

But obviously your car had broken down, and once the rain had started you’d both lost your temper, Connor drove home with the rest, leaving you stranded. He glared, “me? Your car broke down.”

“What?” You snapped, “my car? you’re blaming my car for your bad decision?” You tapped the dash of the car, “he doesn’t mean it. He’s just bitter because he doesn’t listen to weathermen.” You look at the wheel as you say it and he leans back in the seat, “don’t talk passive-aggressively to your crappy car about me.” He mumbled. You turned, “it’s actually a private conversation, so…” You fight a smile and he nudges you, “you’re so lame… Are you actually mad?” He whispered the last part and you rolled your eyes, “no. Obviously.”

You lean into him a little, “it was nice of you to offer to ride with me… But don’t talk shit about my car.” You warn. You’re a little closer than before and you see a faint blush across his nose, “you warm? I’d roll down the window but it's… You know, raining.” He gives a small nervous laugh, “you’re just… It’s nothing.” He leans away and you mimic him, almost pressing your back into the window, “sorry.” You look away and he shakes his head, “I just… I’m warm, like you said.”

There’s a silence between you and you glance out the front window, “so why were you so determined to go to the beach?” You ask and he shrugged, “I guess I wanted to spend some time together- with everyone, before the weather got shitty again. Also girls in swimsuits, but mainly the first thing.” He chuckled and you nodded, “I get it. It’s moving quick and you want to… Have as much time as you can.”

His cheeks are bright pink as he nods, “exactly!” You lean back, “but I mean didn’t have to drag me out in the rain.” You smirk and he narrows his eyes, “whatever. You agreed to come anyway.”

“fuck, I should call a tow-truck.” You mutter, grabbing your phone and dialling. All through the conversation in the phone you can feel him watching you, and your fighting to keep your focus on the conversation. You hang up, “they’ll be here in 30 minutes.” He nods. He looks really… Pretty, with the rain behind him and everything.

“What?” He catches you off guard and you rub the back of your neck, “I don’t know. Just thinking about what you said… We should spend time doing what we want.” You wonder if you’re blushing. Your hands are really sweaty with no real reason and he nods, “are you? Doing what you want, I mean?” He’s closer and you gulp. Why are you so nervous? It’s just Jared. You look down, “I’m trying to.” You sound shyer than originally intended and he nods, “you’ve got to just go for it while you can you know?” It’s too late to realise there’s very little space between you.

Rain hammered down on the car as the moment hung in the air, you were inches apart and felt briefly lightheaded. His eyes were dark as he looked at you and you weren’t sure what to do next. If you kissed him (which had suddenly become apparent as the only thing you wanted right now) and he backed away- that was the friendship over, but if you backed away you might regret it your whole life. The tension is too much to bare and you take a small breath and kiss him lightly on the lips. It was intended to be quick and chaste, but it didn’t say that way. He didn’t move away; he instead kissed back. Mouth opening and heads tilting in small ways for a better angle. His hand moved up your thigh and yours to his jaw. You slide your tongue into his mouth and he bites lightly on the tip, causing a light moan to come from the back of your throat.

His hand moved further up to the small of your back, trying to pull your bodies closer together. In that second your elbow hits the car horn and you both jump back.

HONK

You break away from each other, blushing and panting a little. You let out a nervous giggle, “that was weird.” You whisper and he nods, “yeah. Yeah it was weird. Like… A good weird or a bad weird?” His eyes flashed to you and back down. You turn to face him, “nonono! A good weird. A pretty great weird.”

“fantastic weird- really.” He wasn’t looking at you but he was nodding frantically. You press your lips together, “but we shouldn’t do it again- in case we ruin the friendship.” You sound half-hearted. He clears his throat, “oh yeah- totally. It would be stupid.” He looks up at you and you chuckle, “I mean- imagine how reckless that would be.”

“Yeah- so reckless.”

You watch as he grabs you by the jaw and pulls you into another kiss. Harder and desperate. You cupping his face, lacing your fingers through his hair. You’re both out of breath and you can feel him running his hand up under your shirt, he mumbles your name and you stomach flips. You want to be calm about this, but there’s a voice inside that keeps repeating: ‘he’s kissing you! He’s kissing you!’ Over and over again. He moves slowly to your neck, sucking and biting.

“Jared wait!” You whisper and pull away, he looks panicked, “did I do something wrong?” His eyes are wide and his lips pink. You shake your head, “God no! But, like, if you pull the back seat I can sit on your lap.” After some intense fumbling his seat moves back and you straddle his hips, “is this ok?” You ask. You don’t get answer as he goes back to kissing the crook of your neck. He tugs up the hem of your t-shirt and pulls it over your head. He plants small kisses down your chest and you run your hands over him, unbuttoning his shirt.

You can feel him pressing into you and you blush heavily, “I can’t believe we’re making out in your crappy car.” He mutters; you scowl, “it’s not a crappy- ohh.” He bites into your neck and you instantly forget your argument. His hands hold the small of your back as he kisses you, hands soft and strong as he runs them up to your hips, grinding slowly. His face is buried in your neck and you whine quietly. You lean your head back and pull lightly on his hair. He breaks away to look at you, “you’re so cute. Fuck you are so cute.” He’s starting to babble and you smirk, “Kleinman, I’m gonna need you to stop talking.” You cup his jaw and he smiles.

He pecks your lips before opening his mouth, letting his tongue glide in. You moan and his hands dig into your side. You can still hear the rain and you’ve never been more grateful of it. Never been happier to not go to the beach. His erection his pressing into your thigh and you can feel your own blood rushing from your head.

Suddenly, there’s a tap on the window. An older man, around 40; is peering in “CHRIST!” You shout, throwing yourself back into the drivers seat and reaching for your shirt. You pull it on inside out and wind down the window, “hi- what- who are you?” You stutter out. He’s holding back a laugh, “you called a tow truck?”