#jared kelinman

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my heart literally just stopped i have never seen a more beautiful and handsome man-

HOLYFUCKINGSHIT

@nyamafriend helpmeplease

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Love the cronch

Putting potato chips on a sandwich with the other ingredients so you get a cronch is absolute the only righteous way to live

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We 👏 need 👏 more 👏 Jared 👏 Kelinman 👏 content 👏

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We were never meant to meet Art thief! reader x FBI agent! Jared part 2

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You woke up and got ready for your job at the New York Journal. You got dressed and walked toward your kitchen. You put the bagel in the toaster and grabbed some fresh fruit from the fridge and cream cheese from the fridge. You poured coffee in your “World’s greatest journalist” mug and took a sip. You spread cream cheese on your bagel and grabbed your apple from the table and rushed out the door. You anticipated the next big news story that would get you a raise and promotion. You hailed a taxi and looked out of the window at the people walking along the street. You just so happened to pass the FBI building that Jared works. You see him holding a cup of coffee as he walks up the stairs. You look at him and shook your head. “Not this again.” you said to yourself referring to the small crush you developed for the handsome agent. You didn’t need this right now. As you daydreamed about him, then subsequently scolded yourself for doing so the cabby pulled up to your building. You handed him a folded up twenty dollar bill and said keep the change. You exited the cab and walked toward the building and were greeted by your long time assistant, Susan. “Hi Y/n!” she greeted cheerfully. “Mornin’ Susan.” you replied back, not even looking back at her. She frowned. “Um, how was your morning?” she asked trying to make conversation. “Boring. Now what’s the story?: you say harshly as you walk through the double doors.You weren’t in the mood for this. For Gods sake could she be less cheerful on this Monday at 9 a.m. “Ah yes the story. It’s an exciting one. It’s the diamond heist.” she chirped. You stopped in your tracks. “Wait. I’m covering the story of the crime I committed? Cool!” you thought. “Uh. Are you ok Y/n?” Susan asked. “Yes Susan. Now get me another coffee. Now!’ you responded. She rushed to get your coffee and bring it to you. You drank a sip and typed away. As you wrote the story. you got an idea. If you put in information that could to the arrest of the thief/ you then Agent Kleinman will show up. You add in that the thief may live in the downtown area and that the thief may work as a reporter. It was genius. You didn’t specify what type of reporter and lots of people live downtown. It was perfect. Besides, this was just information you got from a confidential source. You didn’t have to give up your source. The information was uncorroborated which means they wouldn’t know if it was true or not. You sent it to your editors and your boss. You triumphantly sipped your coffee, As covered the story thoroughly. You got up from your desk and left the building. You called a cab and got home. You disguised yourself as best you could to the point you were unrecognizable. You even wore a cap to hide your hair. You put on your spy glasses in case you need to record anything. You grabbed your notepad and recorder. You hailed a taxi to the FBI building and walked up the entrance. You entered the building and they stopped you before you could go to art division of the FBI. They scanned you and you went through a metal metal detector and checked your credentials. Once you were cleared, you sauntered into the Art Crimes Unit. You walked up to the office of the head of Arts Crime. As you walked toward his office, you passed by Agent Kelinman, who you found out was Jared Kleinman. You shot him a glare as you strolled into the man in charge of the Art Crimes Unit.You were greeted by Peter Burke, the head of the Arts crime division. “Hello Mr. I mean Agent Burke. I’m Y/n. Y/n L/n. I’m a journalist and I was wondering if you had any info on this art thief.” you said getting your pen ready. “I don’t much about the case. AS you can imagine, I have this entire unit to run. I’ve been briefed, but if you want the nitty gritty of the story, then you should talk to agent Kleinman about it.” Agent Burke said.He motioned for Jared to come to his office. He looked up from your file and walked toward agent Burke’s office. “Sir?” Jared aksed. “Yes come in. Agent Kleinman, this Y/N L/N the journalist on the case. Y/N this is agent Kleinman, the agent on the case. I’ll give you my office to discuss the case.” Agent Burke said as he exited his office. “So, have you any leads about the excellent and amazing art thief?” you asked with a sparkle in your eyes. “Look, I wouldn’t call that low-life thief amazing. She tripped a silent alarm for christ sake. She barely made it out of there. She didn’t even wear a mask. She’s an amature.” He replied with a twinge of anger in his voice. “The thief probably set off the silent alarm on accident. Maybe they didn’t know it was there. As for the absence of the mask, they’ve never been caught so they never needed one. And if they’re such a bad burglar, then how’d they escape without getting caught if you were so close to catching them. Maybe you’re the amature.” you replied back at him. Hestood up angrily. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. They were already near they’re exit plan by the time I got there okay!” He yelled. “And I’m the greatest agent in this unit. I’ve been tracking them since I first started. I’ve gotten closer than any other agent, so mark my words when I say this, and you can quote me on this: I will catch this Son of a bitch. Now if you have anymore questions call or email me!” He yelled as he slid his business card over to you. He was seething with anger as he returned to his desk. He slammed his fist on the desk. You got up quickly, and scurried out of the Art Crimes division. You stopped at the elevator waiting for the damn thing to hurry up. You tried not to focus on all the eyes that watched you walk out of the door. Jared ran out after you just as the elevator doors opened. “Wait!” he yelled. It reminded you of the night you met. He slipped into the elevator after you. “I’m sorry about lashing out at you. I just feel so incompetent. I’ve been after them for three years and I was so close to getting my big break and I screwed it up.” he disclosed. “Hey, it’s not your fault that this thief is better than you thought. They’re elusive, they can’t evade forever.” You said meaning every word. You can’t avoid him forever. He was going to catch you. You tried to keep your calm as you were riding on the same elevator as your the man who is hellbent on putting you behind bars. You exited the elevator. “Hey. I’m off in an hour, wanna come over. I’ll tell you all you need to know about the Pink Panther.” He said with a goofy smile. “Okay, but who is the Pink Panther?” You asked. “That’s what I call the thief. It’s stupid I know.” He replied, sheepishly. ‘No, its actually kinda cute.” You respond while smiling. You hailed a taxi back to the New York Journal. You knew your boss was probably wondering where you were. You walk into the office and you barely reach it to your desk before your boss yells, “Y/N MY OFFICE! NOW!” You held your head down in shame. You knew you should’ve told your boss where you were going, but you were excited. You walked into your boss’ office and quietly closed the door with a click. “Where the hell were? I have important news about you’re story.” She said, looking less angry. She smiled, sweetly. “I went to talk to a source about the burglar. The case agent.” You explained. “Oh. Why didn’t you just say so. Also, why the getup?”, she asked. “Oh? The cap I? I was having a bad hair day and I didn’t want to to look bad in front of my source.” you said looking at the floor. “Oh. Do you like this FBI agent?” she teases. “Uh. A little.” You responded smiling slightly. “Anyway, your story is phenomenal and this could unlock a lot of gateways for you. It’s good.” she said hugging you, “You make a good reporter. One of the best I know. You have connections, honey. You have such a great source. You got info even the FBI doesn’t have. Great work!” she praised. You smiled. “Gee, thanks. I’m meeting the FBI agent to talk about the story at his house in an hour. Can I get the rest of the night off?” You ask . “Sure. You did great work today. You deserve it hon.” your boss said.

[macaroni-0verlord]

Here’s a Jared In The Bathroom sketch that I’ll probably never finish

[macaroni-0verlord]

Hi I just discovered the Trans!Jared headcannon aND I 100% ACCEPT AND SUPPORT HOLY SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS

Transgender! Jared Kleinman || Headcanon Mood Board

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Connorbis Murphweed.

Still a better name than Jared Kelinman.

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Jared, writing e-mails for Evan: I hope you know what you're doing.

Evan: Yeah, me too.

[macaroni-0verlord]

IT’S NOT ABOUT THE COOKIE

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oH MY GOD I SAW THIS RIGHT NOW AT 8:07 IN THE MORNING AND I WAS TIRED BUT I SAW THIS AND NOW IM AWAKE! THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS IVE EVER SEEN THIS IS AMAZING OH MY GOD

I can’t draw cats

Anyways have this quick sketch

[macaroni-0verlord]

I WAS ON GOOGLE SEARCHING “Jared Kleinman aesthetic” aND IM SCREAMING

(I couldn’t find a source but credits to whoever blessed the Internet with this)

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Trans!Jared aesthetic @nyamafriend

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Oh, also, I 100% accept and support the headcannon that Jared Kleinman has two moms.

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Wow this is beautiful. Thank you so much for this piece of artwork. @nyamafriend @commanderfirepaw look at this majestic photo

Request #1 done. Jared has been surrounded with so bowling balls and bath bombs.

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Someone told me that the person who I’m thinking about before I fall asleep and who I think about when I wake up is my soulmate. I was thinking about Gerard Canonico and Will Roland so-

@nyamafriend you can make a soulmate au for me and my boyf riends

[macaroni-0verlord]

MY PAPA WAS TALKING ABOUT APPLES AND SAID “I love the crunch” SO I JUST SAID “I love the CR0NCH” AND HE LOOKED AT ME LIKE IM INSANE OH MY GODS