#jared kleinman x male!reader

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Clingy (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Asked by Anonymous: Hi! Can you do a one shot with Jared and a reader where one of them might be considered clingy? Or like one (or both) is just so insecure about the other honestly liking them and they freak out on them.

Finally finished! I hope you like it, Anon. I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you were hoping for, though. I tried to make it for all genders.

WC: 1,282

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of smoking, Jared Kleinman

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The thought didn’t cross your mind, at first. It’s just what couples do, you thought. Spend as much time as possible together, right? If Jared was bothered by it, he didn’t mention it. You two just held hands as you walked through the hallways, met at your classroom doors to walk the other to their next hour, walked to either your house or his house after school, and “study” for the rest of the night.

But Connor had thought it. Well, not just thought it. He bluntly said it. “Y/N, why are you so clingy?”

You had just passed him in the hallway, running an errand for your teacher in the middle of class. You hadn’t thought you’d see Connor sneaking off to smoke and you definitely hadn’t thought he would say such thing.

“What?” you asked, gripping the papers tighter in your arms.

“Why do you cling to Jared so fucking much? It’s suffocating to watch. I can’t imagine what it might feel like for him,” Connor shrugged and continued on his way.

You, on the other hand, stood rooted in place. Clingy? Were you clingy? Did other people think you were clingy?

Did Jared think you were clingy?

You shook your head, erasing the thought, and continued on your way. When you arrived back in your class, though, the thought haunted you once again. Did Jared think you were clingy? Did your boyfriend find you clingy?

The bell rang and students flooded through the door. You slowly got up, grabbed your bag, and walked out into the hallway to see Jared waiting for you. You managed a small smile and grabbed his hand. “Hey,” you said, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

“That’s gay,” Jared joked.

You gave a halfhearted chuckle and began the walk to lunch. You didn’t speak, the thought still jumping around in your head. You almost didn’t hear your boyfriend talk.

“You okay?” he asked, giving your hand a soft squeeze.

You nodded. “Y-Yeah, I’m good. Just…stuff we learned in class…really confusing.”

Jared raised an eyebrow, but didn’t press further. You two made your way to your table. Evan had already sat down and was munching on his sandwich. You and Jared sat across from him, Jared laying his arm around your waist as he always did.

“Hey, Evan,” you smiled, taking out your lunch.

“H-Hi, Y/N,” the boy greeted back. “Hi, Jared.”

Jared nodded. “Hey, Hansen. Where’s the pothead?”

“Fuck off, Kleinman.”

“There he is!” Jared laughed as Connor sat down. Connor threw his arm around Evan’s shoulders, causing the poor boy to turn bright red. Connor looked at you and how close you were to Jared. You looked down and scooted away from Jared, just a few inches so he couldn’t wrap as close of an arm around you. Jared looked at you, his face showing signs of concern. “Babe? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just a bit warm in here, is all,” you said and took a bite of your food before he could ask anything else.

The rest of the day went by awkwardly. You didn’t give him a goodbye kiss after lunch, your walks to class were silent, and you didn’t meet him by his classroom after school. Jared was freaking out. Were you sick? Were you hurt? He didn’t know! Luckily, he caught you as you were walking out of school.

“Y/N! Hey!” he called out and ran to your side. He grabbed your hand, causing you to stop. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but if it’s something I did please tell me. I want to make it up to you,” Jared whispered.

You shook your head and pulled your hand out of his grasp, pushing it into your sweatshirt pocket. “No, no you didn’t do anything. It’s just…one of those days, y’know?”

Jared frowned. “Yeah…sure. So, your house or mine?” he asked.

You were about to respond when you saw Connor out of the corner of your eye. He watched you two and crossed his arms, a smirk settling on his face, waiting to see how this played out. You bit your lip. “Actually, I think I’m gonna go home. By myself. Yeah.”

Jared nodded. “Alright, then. I can’t do anything to stop you, I guess.” He grabbed your shoulder and kissed your lips, softer than he would’ve liked. “I love you,” he whispered.

You cracked a smile. “I love you, too.” You gripped the strap of your bag and walked home. Alone. And boy, was it awful.

Later that night, as you were perched on the couch with a book in hand, the doorbell rang. Being the only one home, you got up to answer it. Your breath caught at the sight of Jared holding a bouquet of roses. “Hey,” you said.

He smiled and held out the flowers. “That’s gay,” he teased. “Mind if I come in?” You grabbed the flowers and stepped aside, closing the door behind him. “Can we talk?”

You nodded and walked to the kitchen, filling a vase with water for the flowers. “What do you want to talk about?”

Jared stood next to you, cautiously putting his arm around your waist. “You know what I want to talk about, Y/N. This isn’t some off day for you. Tell me what happened,” he whispered and helped you cut the stems.

You shook your head and put the cut roses in the vase. “No. It’s no big deal.”

Jared set the scissors down and grabbed both your hands, forcing you to face him. “Y/N, this is a big deal. You’re not acting like yourself. Just tell me what’s going on so we can fix it,” he said.

You sighed, knowing there was no way he would leave without you saying what was bothering you. “Connor said…Connor said I’m clingy. And I didn’t know if you felt the same so I tried to back off but it’s really hard, Jared. I’m sorry. I just love you so much and-“ you were cut off by his laughter.

“Murphy said you were clingy?” Jared laughed. “Him? Why would you believe an asshole like that? He can barely keep his hands off of Evan at school! If anyone’s clingy it’s him.”

You closed your eyes and groaned. “I messed up, didn’t I?”

Jared calmed down and smiled gently, cupping your cheek. “Nonsense. You always mess up,” Jared joked, causing you to punch him in the shoulder. He chuckled. “Alright, I deserved that. But the point is, fuck Connor. Not literally, though. You fuck me.”

“Jared!” you exclaimed, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Your boyfriend laughed. “Anyways, just…fuck Connor. Fuck him and fuck anyone who thinks that because it’s not up to them to decide what our relationship is and is not. If they think were clingy good for them. But we don’t so it doesn’t matter.” Jared walked you back to the couch and sat down, pulling you close. “What matters is you and me and that’s it. So what do you think? Do you think we’re clinging to each other?”

You shook your head. “No. I like how we are.”

Jared smiled. “Me too. So lets keep it that way.”

You smiled and leaned forward, gripping the collar of his shirt. “I love you, so much. Thank you for everything.”

Jared smiled and cupped the back of your neck. “Thank you for everything. I love you, too,” he whispered before slamming his lips against yours.

The rest of the night was filled with cuddles, kisses, and teases. You two went back to your normal ways and teased Connor about his own clinginess.

[generallyclumsy]

nice to see you back! Could I get some Jared x male reader if you're up to it?

I I’m just going to drop some quick fluffy headcannons - hope that’s cool :). I hope you didn’t want something more specific than this.

I’m a little rusty so we’ll see how this goes.

You guys met doing a group project together, and you 100% expected to have to do all of the work but he surprised you and was super excited to schedule times to meet up and work

(Which was totally because he’d had the hugest crush on you forever)

You had always assumed Jared was straight because he was always bragging about girls.

After the group project, you guys started texting and DMing each other memes and song recommendations until he eventually told you he liked you (probably with some SUPER outdated meme like Pepe or something)

He’s really insecure, so it took him a while to believe that you could actually like him back, but eventually, he opened up.

You go on Tuesday Night dates and watch really bad movies together because he thinks it’s the best past time ever to laugh at bad acting

And he is huge on PDA, but not in the gross high school way, like little kisses on the cheek and knuckle, and things like that.

I’m going to leave this here but I didn’t want to leave you in my inbox for too long :). It turned out pretty gender neuteral.

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May I please ask for sincerely three and trans male reader headcanons? You don't have to of course

yES OF COURSE I LOVE AND RELATE 

evan –

-         when you come out to him, he doesn’t know muchabout the trans community, but he’s such a supportive boy!!

-         devotes somuch time to learning everything about your identity and how to make youfeel the most comfortable that he possibly can

-         switches from calling you ‘beautiful’ to‘handsome’ literally within the next hour of you coming out

-         tries his absolute hardest to use your correctname and pronouns

-         will fight anyone who purposefully doesn’t

-         he gets you a binder after hearing you say thatit was a potential option, and makes sure that you know how to use it so youdon’t hurt yourself ((if you choose to bind irl, please be safe!!))

-         sends you texts to remind you to stretch andtake a deep breath

-         ‘heyhandsome!! don’t forget to stretch: it’s been about two hours since you put yourbinder on’

-         ‘babe ilybut we’re in biography. you need to pay attention

-         feeling dysphoric?? he will cuddle you and tellyou how wonderful and handsome you are and that nothing could ever change that

connor –

-         coming out to him was easy because he knows a lot about most trans* identities becausehe has a lot of trans friends

-         lets you borrow his clothes because a.) he knowsthat you want to try a more masculine style and b.) you look really good inthem

-         he is pretty much your personal masculine styleicon

-         this is really just part of his ploy to get youto start wearing all black

-         lets you borrow his cologne and body wash too

-         when you start telling people at school, hestands next to you for “moral support”

-         which really means he’s just there to give themintimidating looks so they don’t even thinkabout disrespecting your identity

-         two gays in love

jared –

-         gets v excited for you because he’s so proud ofhis boyfriend finding out who he is!!

-         cracks jokes to make the situations a littlemore lighthearted

-         “nice! this means that when i have the other twoover and we’re drinking I’ll be cracking a cold one open with the boys!”

-         “I literally hate you.”

-         “i love you too, (your preferred name).”

-         shares a little bit about his own experiencewith gender identity (because I hc him as genderfluid lol) and completelyunderstands how you feel

-         loves you endlessly

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Peace and Quiet:

Pairing: Jared Kleinman X Reader

Warnings: Mild language and implied sex jokes

AN: I tried writing in regular fic form so let me know if it sucks lmao. Requests are always open.

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This was the last straw. For hours, you had been trying to get some sleep but what kept you awake was the amount of screaming, loud banging on the wall, and the volume of their tv. You were fucking pissed. You threw on your shoes and checked the time on your alarm clock. “2:34 AM” it read. You angrily knocked on your neighbors door.

“I’ll get it.” A male voice said and opened the door. A boy about your age appeared, with sandy blonde hair and glasses. He was actually kind of cute. Two other boys your age sat behind them playing video games. One had a cast and the other had long dark hair. The boy that opened the door looked you up and down and you couldn’t help but blush.

“Can I help you?” He asked and pushed his glasses further up his nose. “Can you please be fucking quiet? I have very important things I need to do tomorrow and I need my rest.” You said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize we were being so disruptive. I was just trying to do my homework and they won’t shut the fuck up.” The two boys behind him turned their heads to you two in the doorway and sheepishly smiled. The one in the cast mouthed he was sorry. You suddenly felt bad for being so angry.

“Maybe next time you visit a hotel, you should be aware of the people around you.” You said. He looked at you and smiled. “How about when you’re done with your ‘important things‘ tomorrow,” he said, doing finger quotations, “I can take you for lunch and make up for it.” You smiled back. “That’d be lovely. Y/n.” You replied, sticking your hand out for him to shake. He high fives it instead. “Jared. Tree boy right here is Evan,” he gestured to the boy in the back with a cast “,and string bean next to him is Connor.” Connor glared at him.

You smiled and waved at them. “I’ll look forward to it. I’ll knock on your door tomorrow when I get back. Good night guys.” You smiled and earned a round of “good night”s from the boys and Jared winked and shut the door. That definately didn’t go as you planned. You certainly didn’t plan on getting a date with a cute boy but you weren’t complaining. When you entered your own hotel room and locked the doors, you heard a series of shouts.

“Alright, buddy! Jare bear’s gettin laaaaiiiid!” “Shut the fuck up! She can probably hear you!” You smirked and shouted: “Goodnight Jare Bear!” The last thing you heard that night was a groan after you shouted.

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[kleinmemes]

More Than A Friend (Jared Kleinman x Fem!Reader)

ok this is my first fic ever yall……… bear with me……….. wrote it right after i watched the DEH bootleg for the first time bc i was in a Jared Mood™ lmao 

ok lets do this

Summary: After Evan snapped at him, Jared is left wondering if he was right about what he said - did he really have any friends? He was sure Evan hated him right now, but the thought of (Y/N), who he knew since he was a child, hating him too hurt more than he was willing to admit. That night, in the (Y/L/N)-Kleinman family dinner, he would find out that, for the girl, he really wasn’t a friend - but more than that. 

Warnings: Bad writing?? No proof-reading at all?? OOC Jared?? Also swearing.

Words: 1829 (it was supposed to be a short fic, holy shit)

This was the last straw for him. How could Evan do that? Just straight up say that he had no friends other than him to talk to? God, he was so full of it. Jared had many friends. He had… well… (Y/N)? She was his friend… or maybe not. What if she just hung with him because of her family?

The thought hurt him more than expected. What if (Y/N) just wasn’t really his friend? He always assumed they were best pals, but what if she only saw him as the annoying family friend who she is obligated to hang out with just because of her parents? He squeezed his eyes shut. No, it couldn’t be. (Y/N) was a very direct and sincere person, if she hated him she’d say so. But the doubt still lingered in the back of Jared’s head. He couldn’t bear to think that she couldn’t stand him, in reality. The mere thought - or, more accurately, the self-assured fact - that she didn’t return his feelings already hurt him enough, just imagining that not even their friendship was a real thing was… too much. He harshly opened the front door of the Kleinman household.

“Jared, honey!” His mom immediately shouted, poking her head from the kitchen. “You’re early today! Weren’t you staying at Evan’s to do some schoolwork?”

“Yeah, not anymore.” He answered, balling his fists.

“What happened, baby?” Mrs. Kleinman worriedly asked, cleaning her hands on her apron.

“Nothing, mom.” He answered quickly, running for the stairs. “I’m going up to my room, please don’t bother me.”

“Alright, Jared…” his mom answered, with a sad tone to her voice, sensing there was something wrong with the boy. “Just don’t forget today we have family dinner with the (Y/L/N)s!”

“How could I…” he muttered o himself.

Jared entered his room and shut the door behind him. Taking a deep breath and trying to sort out his feelings, he headed towards the bed, throwing himself on it and burying his head in the pillows. Then came the tears. It wasn’t something conscious, that he decided to do in order to better deal with his feelings. The tears just came. Evan was right. Not about him only talking to the kind boy because he had no other friends, no - even though he insisted that Evan was “just a family friend”, his platonic feelings towards him were sincere. Jared always had a hard time with opening up about what he felt - when younger, he was always teased by his male classmates for being too emotional, which ended up in him masking whatever he felt, lying about the true intensity of his feelings to avoid mockery. No, what hit him hard in Evan’s words was the detail: “you have no other friends”. Besides Evan and (Y/N), did he really have any friends? He did talk to Alana sometimes. And Mike from Physics.

“God, I’m so pathetic.” he thought.

Evan was right. Besides the two family friends, he had no one. He was absolutely alone. And now, after this whole fiasco, he didn’t even know if his only two friends were really his friends.

He squeezed his eyes shut yet again, feeling the hot tears spilling all over his face.

———

(Y/N) waited on the porch of the Kleinman household alongside her parents. Family dinner nights were probably the worst thing in the world — or they would be, if it wasn’t for Jared. The thought of the dorky boy made her crack a small smile. God, she truly was developing feelings for him, wasn’t she? Turns out all the “we are going to get married someday!” jokes were not really jokes for the girl anymore. A light blush spread over her cheeks with the thought of getting married to Jared. “Gosh, a bit straightforward, no?” she thought to herself. “It’s not like he even feels the same about you. (Y/N) Kleinman does have a certain appeal to it, though…”

“Oh, welcome, friends!” The front door opened itself suddenly, revealing Mr. Kleinman and shaking (Y/N) out of her thoughts. She didn’t even hear her parents ring the doorbell.

“Come in, come in!” Mrs. Kleinman said, emerging out of the kitchen with a tray of appetizers on hand. “I got us some little snacks to get started!”

“Good, we’ve brought the wine!” her father proudly announced.

“Well, honey, it’s adult drinking time now.” Her mother winked. “Why don’t you go find Jared?”

“Oh, that would be great!” Mrs. Kleinman beamed. “He seemed kind of out of it today. Maybe you could try talking to him, (Y/N/N)? You know how he’s fond of you.”

(Y/N) blushes lightly at these words. “Alright, I’ll try…” she muttered.

“Good, he’s in his room upstairs.” Mr. Kleinman announced.

The girl ran up the stairs with practiced ease, her hair flowing behind her. Standing in front of Jared’s room, she knocked on the door lightly.

“Mom, I thought I told you to leave me alone.” she heard him weakly say, from the other side of the door. Was he… crying?

“It’s (Y/N).” She said, sweetly. “Can I come in?”

Silence. Then, after some time she heard a small, weak “No.”

“Well, fuck off, I’m going in anyway.” She announced, slightly irritated. He never tried to keep her away from him before.

“(Y/N), I swear to God—“ he stopped mid sentence as she swung the door open, sending the wheeled chair he was using to block it across the room. “… Screw the no keys rule.”

The girl smiled slightly.

“C’mon, Jared. You know we can’t take the risk of you locking yourself up in your room and jerking off all day.” She joked.

“I wish I was just jerking off right now.” He said, voice muffled by the pillows he just buried his head in.

(Y/N) closed the door softly, proceeding to sit next to him on bed.

“Your mom said you were out of it today.” She said, stroking the boy’s hair. “What’s up?”

A moment of silence. She continued to run her nimble fingers through her friend’s hair.

“(Y/N), be frank with me” Jared finally said.

“How can I be Frank if I am (Y/N)?” She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“First of all — fuck off. Second of all, this is serious.” Her smile dropped as he lifted his face off the pillows. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying, his face stained with the salty trail of the tears he shed. “Do you consider me your friend?”

Despite herself, she laughed at the question.

“What kind of worry is that, you nerd?” She giggled.

Jared’s eyes became glassy with newly formed tears.

“I knew it. You find me pathetic.” He whimpered.

“Of course not—“ Her words were interrupted by those coming like a wave from the boy besides her, who now faced her directly, tears streaming freely down his face.

“I’m just… Jared Kleinman. The family friend. The annoying. The huge pain in the ass you’re stuck with. Evan was right, I don’t have any friends. I’m a huge dick to everyone because I can’t manage to put my real feelings out there, I try too hard to be funny, I’m just a huge ass nerd full of delusions who thinks he’s way too cool.”

“Jared, that’s not true at all—“

“And then there’s you. God, there’s you. You and your pretty face, your perfect smile, you social skills, someone who is loved by everyone and doesn’t even have to try hard. You’re way out of my league. I can’t believe I thought I had any chance of even being friends with you.”

“Hold on. Did you just say I’m pretty?” (Y/N) flushed a deep red.

Jared sat there, his mouth agape, registering what he just said. Then he threw his hands up.

“Oh, fuck it. (Y/F/N), I fucking love you. I don’t even know how long ago I started feeling this, I just know I do. Everything you do is perfect and amazing, and your smile is absolutely breathtaking. You’re breathtaking. Your hair. Your eyes. Your body. God, your body. You’re always talking about how ugly and clumsy and weird you are, and all I want to do whenever you say that kind of stuff is grab your face and kiss you. Kiss you so hard, to make you stop saying these things about yourself. And because I love you so much, and want to kiss you all over. God I want to kiss you so badly—“ he didn’t have time to finish his sentence, as her lips came crashing on his.

It wasn’t a pretty kiss. His face was all messed up and wet with tears, and their noses hit each other when she slammed her face on his. But it was perfect for both of them, because at that moment, there was only them. Jared and (Y/N), nothing else mattered.

“You just kissed me.” He bluntly stated, still in shock.

“Damn right I did.” She shyly looked away. “You talked about how much you wanted to kiss me whenever I say stupid stuff about myself to shut me up. I can say the same about you. I love you, Jared. So much. You’re one of the most amazing people I know. I can’t stand to see you thinking you’re not worth it. You mean the world to me. I love you, I love you, I love you. And I don’t want you to doubt that even for a single second.” She teared up.

“(Y/N)…”

“What.”

“Can we kiss again?” He smiled weakly.

She giggled, grabbing his face again. The kiss was less messy this time, more sweet, delicate and full of passion. They pulled away after some seconds and just stayed there, lying on each other’s embrace, eventually peppering light kisses on each other’s tear-stained faces.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He whispered.

“Me neither.”

“I wanted this for so long.”

“Me too.”

“This wasn’t how I imagined it would go at all.”

“Me nei— Hey, you imagined this all happening?”

“Didn’t you?”

“Well… maybe so.”

He pressed another kiss to her lips.

“I don’t want this moment to end, (Y/N).”

“Me neither, Jared.”

As if on cue, his bedroom door swung open, revealing his mom standing on the other side.

“Dinner is on the ta— Oh my.” She laughed heartily at the two teens before her.

Both of them flushed immediately.

“Mom, it’s not—“

“Mrs. Kleinman, we just—“

“It’s ok, children, take your time. We’ll be waiting downstairs.” She closed the bedroom door with a wink.

Jared and (Y/N) looked at each other, embarrassed and red faced.

“Oh my God.” The girl whispered, obviously mortified.

“It could’ve been worse…”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“She could’ve walked on us having hot, steamy sex.”

“Jared!”

“Yeah, let’s leave that for another day.” He pecked her even redder face. “For now, we have a family dinner to attend.”

HOOOOO BOY. yeah. feedback is appreciated?? and i hope you guys liked it?? also, im taking requests if y’all want to send anything… wink wink

[memesen]

jared kleinman x reader / study

a/n : the insanely cool jared kleinman , this is based off a headcanon from @robot-anon !

words : 619 !

warnings : cursing !

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      You walked into the principal’s office, dusting off the dirt from your pencil skirt. Today was the day you were going to become a teacher, you were sure of it. Hearing a voice speak to you. “Just go right in there, sweetie.” You get up and head your heels click every time they come into contact with the ground. There was another person in his office, and you felt awkward for walking in. “One more ‘mistake’ Kleinman and these kids will find themselves with a new teacher.” The principal spoke. “Oh come on, principal Merritt! Those kids love me!” The taller male spoke in a condescending tone.

      Merritt rolled her eyes and pointed to the door. “Mr. Kleinman, I do believe you have to teach a class in twenty minutes.” You smiled softly before waving towards her. Kleinman smiled and winked at you. You felt your face blush as he exited the room. “Ms. Y/L/N! A pleasure to see you, and pardon me for not kicking out that… Excuse for a man. Jared doesn’t even come close to what I would expect from a science teacher.” Jared, finally. A name to put on a face. A handsome face in fact. You sat down and started your interview.

      A couple days pass and you wake up around noon to a phone call. “Hello?” Your voice is soft and raspy. “Good afternoon, Ms. I am pleased to inform you that you have received your work hours and room number in the mail. Thank you.” The phone call ends and you squeal before racing to your mailbox. Room 2203, it was in the science wing due to no other rooms not being used which meant you had to be in the same wing as Mr. Kleinman. Luckily you had a whole day before you started so you got to plan an outfit and hairstyle. Tomorrow needed to come faster. You just spent the day at home watching Netflix. You got up to take a shower and brush your teeth, getting into bed after changing you slowly drift off to sleep.

      You shake yourself out of bed and rush to shower. You had a whole two hours to get ready and that was just enough. Getting your bag and keys you jump into your car and drive down to the school. There you are met with Jared Kleinman, the apparent science teacher. It was obvious from the lab coat and pocket protector. “Hey, sweetheart. Take a picture it’ll last longer.” You blinked until you realized you were staring directly at him. Clearing your throat and looking down at the ground awkwardly. Good first impression, Y/N. Walking into your class and seeing that it wasn’t such a bad class layout, but it could be better. Class started in an hour so you started to move around the desks to groups. Things were going great until you heard glass breaking and a loud “FUCK” from the other room.

      You rush over to see Jared standing there, hand bleeding and glass everywhere. You gasp softly and he looks up at you, quickly placing his hand behind his back. “Hey, Princess… Don’t you have to go fix your classroom?” And for the first time, you spoke back to him. “Funny, give me your hand, moron. You’re bleeding.” He gives in surprisingly easily. You grab the first aid kit and clean his wound. Humming along a soft tune from your head you heard the pitter patter of feet walking into the classroom and gasping before turning to each other and whispering. You blushed deeply and looked at Jared’s smirking face. “I-I need to go actually teach now. Be more careful next time.” 

      Maybe being in the science wing wasn’t SO bad.

[peachbruhlee]

All I Ask

word count: 1k

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

warnings: none that I know of

status: requested

tag list: @insanelycool-jared-kleinman @1enchantedfantasy1

A/N: Hi everyone! I came up with this fic last night/this morning instead of sleeping. It was requested, but the person who asked for it just asked for a Male!Reader. I kept it pretty vague, so it can be read as a gender neutral reader.  I’m not familiar with writing for guys, so if anything doesn’t fit with it, let me know please!  hope you guys enjoy :)

“It was better for both of us to be like this.”  

I sniffled and wiped my blotchy face with the sleeve of my too big sweater. Regardless of wanting to crawl into a hole and die, I pulled myself out of bed and got dressed. And by dressed I meant putting on a pair of jeans and slipping a beanie over my messy hair. I slung the strap of my backpack as I shuffled out of the house.

Managing to drag myself to school was difficult, but I made it. I was glad that it had been kept a secret, no one at the school but us knew. But that also meant that I couldn’t talk about it to anyone. And it honestly hurt so much, but I couldn’t do anything about it since I had brought it upon myself.

But it was the stare that I got when I stopped in front of my locker that truly felt like I had a hole bored into me. I felt their eyes linger on me as I put in my combination and shoved my things into my locker and brought out the things I actually needed.

Once I finished and slammed my locker shut I tried to leave to my next class as quick as I could, not before accidentally locking eyes with him. Ducking my head, I avoided them and rushed to my next class. Shuffling to my assigned seat, I dropped into my chair and hid my head in my arms. Even though class was about to begin, I already wanted to go.

I heard the bell ring and lifted my head, wiping my eyes before anyone walked into class. Soon the students came trickling in and walking to their seats. Unfortunately, I had been placed just two desks behind them and I wasn’t able to do anything about it.

Class had gone without their usual glances and no interruptions. I was able to relax in my seat and wallow in my thoughts, but the nagging feeling that had formed at the pit of my stomach made me feel that something was going to happen today.

And that’s when it happened.

The class period was over and we all were getting our things for the next class. I was sluggishly getting my things together and placing them in my backpack. I saw a folded piece of paper land on top of my folder before I put it away. Opening it carefully I saw familiar handwriting scribbled onto it.

                 Meet me at our spot, please                    we need to talk                            - Peter

I looked up to see if I could find him, letting him know that I wasn’t about to go but there was no sign of him anymore.

Sighing loudly, I carried on with the rest of my day and avoided Peter as much as possible, even taking it as far as skipping lunch and heading to the library instead. I told myself that I wouldn’t go, that he was the one who had broken things off, so I wasn’t obligated to go.

But before I knew it, school had ended and my feet were dragging me to what used to be our spot. I felt out of place, but my feet were glued to the spot I was standing in. There was a small part of me that just hoped. Hoped that Peter would ask to be together again and that everything would be alright. That I would be back in his embrace and that everything could be forgotten and forgiven.

That wasn’t the feeling I got when I saw Peter walking towards me. His face was uncharacteristically emotionless and his eyes were harsh. Everything about him was cold, the opposite of what Peter was.

“We need to talk,” Peter stated as he stopped a few feet in front of me, even his voice was void of emotion.

“What about? There’s nothing going on between us anymore, you’ve made that clear enough,” I crossed my arms and stood up a bit, my body tensing defensively when he got closer.

“I told you, it was to protect you,” he tried to explain.

I let out a humorless laugh, “Protect me? No Peter, you did it to protect yourself!” I took a step away from him, “You did it to protect yourself from the gazes we would have gotten at school. Is it because I’m not smart enough? Is it because I’m not attractive enough? Am I not enough for you?”

“That’s not true! I was just trying to keep you safe,” Peter said exasperated as he took a step closer to me, and I took two back, trying to keep the distance between us. Because I knew the moment his hand touched mine or his arms wrapped around me, I would cave in.

“If you actually loved me then you wouldn’t care what others say about us, Peter. I don’t- I didn’t because I know how they are. I know those looks, I know those comments, and I know their intentions. It’s 2017 and times have changed, but there will always be people who don’t like us, Peter,” I could feel my voice crack caused by the mixture of my anger and spiked hormones.

“Well you won’t have to be ashamed anymore when you look at me, because I convinced my mom to transfer me to somewhere else. You won’t have to see me ever again, but I have some last questions,” My voice had lowered in pitch and in volume as I broke down more, “Were you ashamed of us?… Were you ashamed of me?”

“…What? No I wasn’t-”

“Then why didn’t you fight for us?” I asked him, my voice only above a whisper.

“…” His mouth opened and closed as he tried to form a sentence, but I didn’t wait for him to answer..

“Goodbye, Peter. I hope you’re satisfied,” I turned and walked away, leaving him planted in the spot where we had had our first date, and shared our first kiss.

And now, it closed the chapter of our relationship forever and shared our heartbreak.

[theaterkid821]

New Generation (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

A/N: Hey all! here with a new fic! this is a weird one, i warn you now. if there is something that doesnt make sense please tell me. i’ve had this idea for a while but havent been able to write it. 

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Part 2

Key:

Bold: ominous narrator

Normal: your point of view

Italics: flashback

TW: cursing i think, mention of smut, bullying

Watching them destroy everything we gave them is depressing. The world we gave them is being torn apart by hated and greed. What if they could hit the reset? What if they could go back to the beginning and restart? Certainly it would help. Take two individuals of opposite sexes and take them somewhere else. Wiping their memories of the life they had and those they held dear, and let them recreate humanity from scratch.

And that’s just what we did. Let’s hope it works.

.         .         .

All you knew was that your name was (Y/N) and that you had to survive. You wake up surrounded by small soft green sticks beneath you and a pale yellow circle gleaming down from the light blue above you. How did you even get here?

Okay, wrong first question. “What is here exactly” is the first question. You get up from the green tiny sticks and look around. All you could see were the little green sticks and the big brown ones as far as you could see. In the distance, there was a hint of blue sparkle. You stare at it for a moment when you hear a voice behind you.

“Strange isn’t it?”

You jump back and look at the being in front of you. It seemed to be like you, but not. You came to the conclusion that they were your companion. “Sorry, you scared me.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. Jared.”

“(Y/N). Should we go towards it and see what it is?”

“Probably” he walks with you to the blue sparkle in the distance.

.         .         .

Selection was the hardest thing to accomplish. The two had to have all their genes be heterozygous so diversity could occur. Only problem: to find that combination in two individuals both fit enough to survive and around each other’s age was difficult.

When found, the two were brought aboard for transportation. Memories were erased, all illnesses or health issues repaired, and soon dropped off in a place to become the new generation.

.         .         .

You had become closer with Jared as yellow circle cycle passed. Each of you had a few memories come back to you to tell you things such as which berries were poisonous and how to kill animals for food.

You did kind of wish that you knew what happened to bring you both here though. Something must have happened between when you were created and when you arrived here. You were sitting next to Jared next to the bright red heat from little brown sticks you made as the yellow circle left your field of vision leaving you in darkness.

You two had figured out a little while ago how to create the red head and that the blue liquid would destroy it.

“So…” Jared started, clearly nervous, “do you think we should do something?”

“Like what?”

“Well… I had this vision the other day…”

“Oh? What did you see?”

“It was about… making more of us.”

“Cool, so what do we have to do?”

He gave you a brief description of the ritual described as sex in his flashback.

“Okay… that doesn’t sound too hard.” “Should we?”

“I mean what else are we supposed to do?”

.         .         .

They were doing well. We gave them what they needed and they were thriving. Soon enough, young ones came along and they advanced, discovering new things along the river. It seems the plan has been working well… for now.

As advanced as we were, there was one flaw in our technology; the memories don’t disappear forever. They will regain their them at some point and then it could end the entire thing. The genes matched up perfectly for the male and female, but their past paths did not collide in the best way.

.         .         .

You sat on the gray land, watching Jared play with your little girl while you took care of the new boy. You stare down at him in your arms, he looks so much like his father. It made you happy to see how happy everyone was right now.

Suddenly a pain hits the back of your head, and everything comes rushing back to you.

.         .         .

“Hey, freakshow! Where you going?”

“Just class. Please go away Jared.”

“Really? Cause it seems to me that you’re running away from me.” “So? What’s the issue with that.”

“It means that you’re just as weak and pathetic as I thought you were.”

.         .         .

All the name calling, teasing, and hateful emails. It just flooded back into your mind. It all made sense now; why you were here and what happened. You still didn’t know how you got there but it was clear it had to be done. But why you? Why him? Of all combinations, they had to choose the bully and their prey.

You tried to get through the day, but it kept bothering you. The kids were asleep and you sat on the ground. Jared slipped beside you and wrapped an arm around you, which you promptly shook off.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I-it’s nothing… I’m fine Jared…” you murmured.

There was a moment of silence between you two, “you got your memories back too didn’t you?”

“Y-yeah…” you look down.

“Look, (Y/N). I am so, so, so sorry. I was an idiot and a complete jerk. I was insecure and I didn’t know how to deal with it. I just… I promise that if I’d known how amazing and perfect you are, I wouldn’t’ve done it. please… we need to move past this.” You look up at him, “o-okay… I just need time.”

“I get it. Let’s get some sleep and we can discuss it more in the morning, okay?”

[i-also-miss-our-talks]

Accusations ~ Connor Murphy x Kleinman!Reader

Requested by a reader on Wattpad. Not sure how I feel about this, honestly. And please don’t kill me if the dialogue isn’t 100% accurate. I just wrote it from memory. 

WC: 2,092

Warning: Swearing, Hospital, Jared Kleinman

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As always, I try my best to make it as gender neutral as possible.

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“Is it weird to be the first person in history to break their arm from jerking off too much?”

You smacked your brothers arm. “Hey! Be nice, Jared,” you said and walked over to Evan. Your first day of 11th grade and your brother was already being a bad influence. You pointed to his cast. “Can I sign it?”

Evan nodded and pulled out his sharpie. “H-Here. J-Jared, do you want t-to sign it-t?” Evan stuttered.

Jared sighed. “No. We’re just family friends. I don’t even know why Y/N is signing it.”

You scribbled down your name and a smily face before facing Jared. “Because I’m actually his friend.”

Jared rolled his eyes and looked past you. He smirked at the sight. “Hey, Connor. Love the new hair length. Very school shooter chic.”

Turning, you see a tall man, Jared’s age, with long brown hair. His black nails were slightly chipped as you watched him grip his bag strap. His eyes almost appeared as two different colors, but you couldn’t quite tell because he wasn’t looking at you. He was glaring at your brother.

“It’s…a joke,” Jared said.

“Yeah, no, it was funny,” Connor said. “I’m laughing, can’t you tell?”

As much as this guy was hot, you couldn’t help but feel something off about him. You turn to Evan. “Go to class, Ev. I don’t want this Connor guy messing with your anxiety,” you whispered. Evan nodded and ran off to his first class.

“Am I not laughing hard enough for you?!” Connor raised his voice.

Jared tossed his hand in the air carelessly. “You’re such a freak.”

“Jared!” You glared at him. “Quit being so mean to people!”

“The fuck are you laughing at?”

You turned around to see Connor standing right in front of you. You looked up—yes, his eyes were two different colors—and gulped. “W-What?”

“Stop. Fucking. Laughing at me!” Connor yelled at you.

“N-No! I wasn’t-“

“You think I’m the freak?!”

“No! I never said-“

“I’m not the freak! You’re the fucking freak!”

“I WASN’T LAUGHING AT YOU!” That caused Connor to stop. “I’m sorry that Jared said those things to you, but I wasn’t laughing. I’ve never met you, Connor, but I sincerely hope this isn’t how you actually are, making accusations and such,” you said.

Connor frowned at you. “How do you know what I’m actually like?”

You shook your head. “I don’t. But I have a feeling that you’re just confining in what society makes you out to be.” With that, you make your way to your first class.

Why? Why must fate have its way? Why were you sitting here? Why were you sitting here in your last class of the day? Why were you sitting here next to Connor in your creative writing class?

“Well this is fucking fantastic,” Connor mumbled as he sat down beside you.

You rolled your eyes. “Likewise.”

Connor rested his chin on his hand as he listened to the teacher go over the syllabus.

“You know, you don’t strike me as a writer,” you whispered.

“That’s cause I'm not a fucking writer. They just threw me in this shitty class,” he whispered. “I never caught your fucking name.”

“I didn’t fucking throw it,” you smirked. “Y/N Kleinman.”

Connors eyes widened. “You’re related to that asshole?”

“Yeah. He’s my older brother. But he’s such a dick,” you frowned and pulled out your notebook since the teacher started writing notes.

“Tell me about it,” Connor said before taking out his as well.

You giggled quietly. When you told people that, they would say things along the lines of, “he’s your brother, he’s supposed to act like that,” “oh, you’re just overreacting,” “he’s not that bad.” But Connor agreed with you. He knew how your brother actually acted.

All too soon, class ended. You packed up your bag and made your way to the door till Connor spoke up.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, walking over to you. “I didn’t get all the notes. Do you think you could text me a shitty photo of yours?”

You smiled. “Sure. I’ll make sure it’s the shittiest one you’ve ever seen,” you teased and grabbed his phone, typing in your information.

Connor rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks.” He put his phone away and walked with you towards the student parking lot. “I have to go print some shit out in the computer lab, so I guess I’ll text you later?”

You shook your head. “Nah. Jared can wait. I’ll come with you!” You could’ve sworn you saw a quick smile on Connors face before you two walked to the lab. You saw Evan and waved at him. “Hi, Evan!”

Evan smiled and waved shyly. “H-Hi, Y/N.”

You skipped over to him while you waited for Connor to turn on his computer. “Did you talk to Zoe today?”

The blue boy shrugged. “I-It wasn’t really, like, really talking, I guess?” He pressed print on his document.

“But you managed to say something to her, right?” you asked, looking at his cast for a signature from her.

Evan played with the edge of his shirt. “Kinda?”

“Hey, I, uh, see you broke your arm.”

You both turn to see Connor standing next to you with a piece of paper in his hand.

“Oh, uh, y-yeah, I did,” Evan stuttered.

“How’d you break it?” Connor asked.

“I, um, I fell out of a tree.”

You were surprised! Evan wasn’t stuttering!

“Well that’s the saddest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” Connor said. He pointed to Evan cast. “Can I sign it?”

“Oh, no it’s okay, you don’t have t-“

“Have a sharpie?” Evan quickly pulled one out of his pocket. Connor wrote his name in big block letters across Evan’s arm, but making room for yours from earlier. “There. Now we can both pretend we have friends.”

You lightly elbowed Connor. “Hey, I’m your friend, too,” you smiled.

Connor shrugged. “Yeah. I guess. Anyway, I found this on the printer. Is it yours?”

Evan looked at the paper in Connors hands. “Yes! That’s mine! But don’t read it cause it’s kinda personal and all and-“

“‘because there’s Zoe and all my hope is pinned on Zoe?’ You wrote this?” Connor asked. You noticed him start to tense up like he did when Jared made fun of him. “You wrote this…cause you knew I would find it.”

Evan shook his head. “No! Why would I-“

“So I can read some creepy shit you wrote about my sister and freak out, right!?”

“Connor, no! I promise you Evan wouldn’t do that,” you said, trying to calm him down by placing a hand on his arm. But he pushed you away, a little too harshly, actually. You fell back and lost your balance. Your back slammed against the ground and your head banged against the back of the wooden chair at one of the computer desks, yet neither of the Seniors seemed to notice.

“And then you can go and tell everyone how much of a freak I am!” Connor yelled. “Well, fuck you, Evan Hansen!” And with that, he stormed out of the lab.

“No, please, just give it back!” Evan yelled.

You got up, despite your body’s wails of pain, and chased after the long-haired boy. “Connor, wait!”

“You were in on it too, right? Your brother probably put all this shit together to mess with me, right?” Connor yelled, turning around to face you.

“No! This is what I was talking about, Connor! You need to stop making accusations!” You felt your head spin. Maybe you hit it harder than you thought. The floor stared to wave around before everything went black and your body went limp. Before you were completely out, though, you heard Connor call out your name.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Ugh, turn it off,” you groaned and reached around to turn off your alarm. Instead you felt a hand. You opened your eyes and followed the hand up the arm and to the persons face. Connor’s face, actually. “What the fuck?”

You looked around, taking in your surroundings. Turns out, you weren’t at home, trying to shut off your alarm. You were actually at the hospital, trying to shut off your heart monitor.

“You’re awake. Fucking finally. And just as Kleinman leaves, too,” Connor mumbled and softly rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.

“What happened?” you asked and tried to sit up. But your back screamed out in pain, causing you to scream as well.

Connor jumped up and held your back, carefully lowering you back down onto the mattress. “Don’t move, Y/N. It’ll make it worse. What do you need?”

You looked up at him and gripped his arm, squeezing it to help relieve the pain. “I need to go home. I hate hospitals.”

“Y/N!”

Both of you turn and see Jared standing in the doorway with a coffee. “You’re up!”

You nodded. “Yeah. I guess. How long was I out?”

Jared walked over to you and kissed your forehead. “About two days, I think. I wasn’t there when you passed out, though, so I can’t say,” Jared explained and set his coffee down. He glared at Connor before taking your hand off his arm and holding it with both of his.

Connor shoved his hands in his pockets and got up. “I’ll see myself out.”

“No, Connor, wait,” you said. “Can you stay? Please?”

“Uh, Y/N? I’ll be here. You wont need Connor. Especially since he’s the one that caused all of this,” Jared said.

You frowned and pulled your hand away from him. “I don’t care, Jared. I want Connor here.” You reached out one of your hands towards the long-haired boy. Connor came back and held your hand, smirking at Jared.

Jared glared at him. “Fuck you, Murphy.”

“Likewise, Kleinman.”

About two weeks later—geez, Connor pushed you pretty hard. Though he did come to visit you everyday after school till around 11 at night when he was forced out of the room so he made up for it—you were well enough to go home. Your back still ached and you had a huge goose egg on the back of your head, but you could make it with some pain meds. Of course, you didn’t tell Connor you were coming back. You wanted to surprise him.

You walked into your last hour right before the bell rang. You saw Connor sitting in his seat, writing something in his notebook. You smiled brightly and skipped over to him. “You’re not a fucking writer, huh?”

Connors head bolted up at the sound of your voice. His eyes widened. “Holy shit,” he whispered and stood up. Connor hugged you close, not really caring about whether the other classmates saw. You giggled and hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You didn’t tell me you were coming back.”

“Yeah. Cause I wanted to surprise you, dummy. Did it work?”

“Hell yeah it did,” Connor said and let go of you, both of you sitting back down in your seats.

You smiled and took out your notebook. Thankfully, while you were in the hospital, Connor took notes for you. Therefore, your notebook was filled with his, sloppy but eligible, handwriting. You thanked him before turning to the next open page to write the notes on the board for today. But when you flipped to the page, you noticed a little rose was sketched in the corner. “Did you draw this?”

Connor nodded. “Yeah. It's pretty fucking bad.”

You shook your head. “No! No it looks lovely, Connor,” you whispered and placed your hand on his arm.

The boy turned to look at you, placing his hand over yours on his arm. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you…maybe…shit I don't know…do you wanna go out sometime? Like…fuck this is stupid I shouldn't have said anything and now you're gonna go tell your brother and-“

“Connor!” You kissed his cheek, smiling. “Relax. I'd love to go out with you. And before you say anything, don't you dare give a fuck about what my brother thinks, okay?”

Connor smiled. “Awesome, I mean, cool. Whatever,” he mumbled. Though he did intertwine your fingers, he tried not to show his enthusiasm to the other classmates.

You laughed and rested your head on his shoulder.

Who knew that your brother making fun of someone could turn into the start of a wonderful relationship?

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Dear Evan Hansen x Reader

Evan Hansen x Reader

Who Needs Mistletoe?

Hansen Surprises

What Are Brothers Good For? (Kleinman!Reader)

Fate’s Second Chance (Soulmate AU)

Cookies, Comfort, & Cuddles (Transguy!Evan)

Studying and Good Luck

Boyf?

Connor Murphy x Reader

Flowers and Feelings

“I love you, dumbass!”

Enough Endings and Beginnings

Delicious Vegetals (Crack Fic)

Disney is NOT Lame

“He Had It Coming”

The Cold is Actually a Bother

Breathless Colors (Soulmate AU)

Jared Kleinman x Reader

Ghostly Wingmen

Getting Into Character

The Cronch

Surprise Boiiii

My Han Solo

Weirdo

Cuddly Jare-Bear

Troll Lover (Soulmate AU)

Sincerely Three x Reader

Their Reactions to You Getting Into Your Top College (Headcanons)

Types of Dates They Take You On (Headcanons)

Zoe Murphy x Reader

Musical Nights

Alana Beck x Reader

Rough Start to Spring Break

Rough End to Winter Break (prequel to Rough Start to Spring Break)

Newsies x Reader

No Pairing

A Lodging House Holiday (Headcanons - not reader insert)

Davey Jacobs x Reader

Friends? (Male!Reader) - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

The Meeting (1920s Gangster AU) in progress - Part 1 - Part 2 - 

Hot CoCoffee?

Crutchie Morris x Reader

Together

Racetrack Higgins x Reader

Special Nights & Snowball Fights

Date Night (Poly Fic with Spot Conlon)

Stuck (Poly Fic with Albert Dasilva)

Albert x Reader

Independence and Love

Stuck (Poly Fic with Racetrack Higgins)

Spot Conlon x Reader

Peace and Sweaters

Date Night (Poly Fic with Racetrack Higgins)

Jojo x Reader

All of the I Love You’s

I’m Not Backing Down

Be More Chill

Jeremy Heere x Reader

Life of the Movie Party

Michael Mell x Reader

King of My World

Rich Goranski x Reader

Falling Disgracefully

Popular? Please.

Tuck Everlasting

Jesse Tuck x Reader

The Day Things Changed

Stick in the Mud

New Heights

Supernatural X Reader

No Pairing

LARPing with Charlie and the Boys

Driving Down The Highway (Drabble)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Knights and Legends (Male!Reader)

Lean On Me (Male!Reader)

Sam Winchester x Reader

Reader with Ghostsickness 

Castiel x Reader

My Religion (Song Fic)

Merry Mistletoe

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Messy Mr. Trickster

Ideas for a Winter Wonderland

Samandriel x Reader

If I Could Breathe, You’d Take My Breath Away...

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Healing the Future

Foggy Nelson x Reader

Alcohol Can Solve the Problem - Part 1 - Part 2

Deadpool x Reader

The Tailor

Pool Signal

Original Works

J’s Ideas

[fly-like-a-grayson]

Connor Murphy x Football Captain!Male reader

- Connor didn’t want to go to the homecoming game but jazz band was performing at halftime

- So, he had to sit with his parents the whole game and watch some boys running on a field for 2 hours, oh boy what fun

- He didn’t notice you until halftime, when he saw you talking to Zoe before she went to perform

- Sure, he looked at you want thought you were attractive, but it’s not a crime to do so

- Then he saw your smile and then he was mad at himself

- He assumed you were like the football captains in the movies

- Rude, arrogant, and very straight

-  So, there’s no harm in admiring someone from far away, right?

- I feel like he’s very against liking you

- Not because he’s not oh no can’t be gay

- But he knows that he can’t be with you because you two seem so different

- One day in his photography class (I headcanon that Connor loves photography, don’t @ me) he gets paired with you from the advanced art class

- You two have to do a project where you use your art to see “the true version of your partner” (this a real project some kids at my school had to do lmao)

- Connor immediately assumed that you would be bad at art and wouldn’t take the project seriously  

- Even though you were in the advanced class??? Connor, where is your logic???

- He was quickly proven wrong when you went full investigative mode

- You requested that you talk about him first, and he agreed

- You asked him what books he liked, movies, TV shows, foods

- He answered all questions with reluctance, he wasn’t sure if you actually cared

- “I like the Twilight Zone”

- You perked up, “I love Twilight Zone!”

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- Connor was confused, football players don’t like sci fi (regularly)

- “I thought you liked sports.”

- “Well I can like both. I don’t exactly fit the stereotype, y’know.”

- Connor felt like an idiot

- He didn’t like it when people stereotype him, he shouldn’t have done that to you

- You changed the subject back to the project, “So I was thinking I could do a portrait of you with like your interest coming out of smoke from a joint”

- “Because I’m a stoner?”

- “No, because sometimes you like to smoke weed. There isn’t anything terrible about that.”

- lmao Connor stop it with the assumptions

- You didn’t have enough time for him to question you because class had ended after you were done

- Later that day he got a text from you

- “Hey, it’s Y/N, I got your number from Zoe. Could we work on the art project this weekend?”

- Connor didn’t know if he wanted to kill Zoe or thank her

- He responded quickly

- “Yeah, sure. What time and where?”

- Did he sound too eager?

- Now he was beginning to sound like a teenage girl in a rom com because he was over analyzing this

- It was just two dudes hanging out working on an art project

- No romance here

- I feel like no matter what your gender or whatever, Connor would deny any feelings for you for a while

- He just didn’t have good experiences with those kind of feelings

- So when he was working with you on the project at your house that Saturday, he was a little cold

- He wanted you to not like him

- He wanted you to throw him out of your house and never want to see him again

- But you didn’t

- You were patient with him

- When he didn’t answer a question you had ask, you politely asked again

- If he seemed harsh, you still reacted calmly

- He was starting to get frustrated at the fact that you were being so nice to him

- You asked him if you could stay to actually hang out instead of working

- He responded, “Wouldn’t you like to hang out with Zoe more?”

- “I mean, She’s nice and all, but we aren’t like close or anything.”

- “So, you don’t like her?”

- You laughed, “Oh no, I’m very gay.”

- Connor was slightly taken back

- You liked boys, you could potentially like him

- “Oh”, was all he could say

- I’m gonna skip to when you two start dating because I can (and really want to)

- I feel like Connor and you really have to be understanding with each other

- If you’re confident in your sexuality, then he’ll try and be the same

- But he isn’t really, so you two keep in on the down low

- He goes to every game with his camera to take photos of the players ( *cough cough* only you)

- He says it’s for photography class but he’s just a good liar

- Oh and he has the photos of you that he took for the project on his wall

- When his mom asked who he were he was like, “He’s just my friend”

- She accepted it and was happy he had a friend

- Also Zoe knew you two were dating because she saw you two kissing when she was leaving to go to her friend, (girlfriend), Alana’s house

- lol neither of the Murphy children are straight (don’t fight me on this)

- Zoe didn’t say anything about it

- Connor was happy for once and she didn’t want to screw that up

- Connor also gets really jealous but like gets even more mad about the fact that he can’t do jack squat about that

- Like when Jared Kleinman will jokingly flirt with you (lol is anyone in DEH that’s not a parent straight) (The answer is no)

- ANYWAYS, Jared will flirt with you but like as a bro, ya feel???

- And like Connor does the thing where he just glares as Jared and Jared is like lol you jealous murphy

- And Connor is just like stfu Jared

- You and Connor have kissed a few times in supply closets in school

- Okay so like when he wants to tell his family (after like 6 months of dating) Zoe has a happy reaction, Cynthia was happy also but like she cried cuz she was happy that he felt comfortable telling them that

- I don’t take Larry for homophobic, but it took him a little bit of time to get used to it

- He was okay with it, it was just different to him

- Plus he’s trying to be more understanding to Connor

- I just want Connor to have a happy family damn it

- So then you’re like okay so we can tell our friends

- And Connor’s like nah

- But one time Jared was play flirting with you again and Connor got so jealous that he just pulled you into a kiss by the lapels of your letterman

- Jared snickered, “I called it”

- Okay okay but don’t imagine Connor wearing your letterman when you left it over at his house after a game

- I can’t handle that

- I feel like your teammates would tease you for hanging out with Connor because “he’s a freak”

- And you stand up for him

- You tell them that they don’t even know him

- Connor overheard this and he’s like yeah I love him

- I just feel like Connor is just filled with such love and admiration that he doesn’t care who knows that you two are dating

- He asks if you want to like be a real couple in public and you’re like HELL YEAH

- You’re both not ashamed of your relationship

- So, one day he but let grabs your hand in the middle of the hallway and asks like nothing out of the ordinary is going on

- One of your teammates is like ???

- And you just told them that you’re dating and he’s like okay but like don’t let that affect your playing

- A lot of the football players at my high school are actually really nice so I don’t see them being like we gay bad

- they will gladly beat up anyone who is disrespectful to you and Connor

- I got nothing else to say

- Just that you and Connor would have a nice and pure relationship

[bemorecronch]

I Dare You (Jared Kleinman X Male Reader)

For Lil Gay Anon, sorry it took so long for something so short! WARNINGS : slightly, SLIGHTLY NSFW, mainly fluff though skinny dipping, brief mention of anxiety attacks “I dare you…” You begin, looking out over your pool as Jared sits happily beside you, “to let me text someone on your phone.” You finish quickly and he shrugs, “ain't nothing.” He hands you his phone, making intense eye contact. You giggle as you open up the app for Evan, texting him. “I'm in the bath thinking of you 🛁❤️🍆” “Oh come on!” Jared pulls back his phone, blushing, “Evans gonna be so freaked out.” You chuckle and he shoves you. It's around 2am and Jared had a small anxiety attack, so he'd come over to yours. Distracting him with truth or dare had seemed to work. He settled again, “OK, OK. I dare you… I dare you to- jump in your pool.” He cocks an eyebrow and you shrug, “is that it?” “Naked.” Your stomach drops, you must be blushing too because he suddenly looks so smug, “what? Too much?” He's laughing, and every competitive bone in your body aches. You stand up wordlessly and take off your shirt and jeans, standing in your boxers. You bite your lip as Jared watches open mouthed. You turn away from him and pull down your boxers before canon balling into the pool Jared stares at you, “oh my god, I didn't think you'd actually do it!” He laughs and you swim up to the edge, “I dare you to do the same.” Really you'd rather come up with someone more imaginative, but your focus in pretty intensely on not getting hard. You'd had a crush on Jared for the longest time, but he was your friend- so it'd be wrong to make a move on him. He gulps and rubs the back of his neck as you lean your head on your hand, “what's up, J? Can dish it out but can't take it?” He takes in a deep sigh, “don't laugh.” If you didn't know Jared so well you'd be insulted, “Jared I’d never… Never laugh at you.” He nods his head rapidly and takes off his clothes, cupping himself and jumping feet first in the pool. You try desperately to not check him out, but his arms look so strong and he just looks so cute all flushed and… “My turn.” Wow he really is flushed as he gets a little closer, “…I dare you… To… Do something brave.” Hes so close, “something brave?” The blood isn't rushing to your head nearly as much as it should be, and as you lean in you pause. You're pretty sure you know what he's asking, but the idea of doing this could ruin everything Fuck it. You step forward, heat radiating from both of your bodies as you take his chin between your thumb and forefinger. He's looking away, and you bring his lips to yours. It's chaste and you turn your head slightly. He lets out a small muffled squeak as his hands ghost your bare chest. You stop kissing him, but keep your forehead pressed together. You can feel his breath, heavy and loud. Water lapping around you. Your eyes flick up to his and as you look at each other he pulls away. You turn away from him, masking the panic you felt with a laugh. “So.. I uh… I thought you… Sorry.” You stumble out as he places his hand in your back, “it's ok… You can, you can do it again if you want… I mean- whatever.” He's babbling too. Neither of you really want to admit what's happening here. But it is happening. You turn around and he kisses you again, pulling you by the shoulders. It's a lot more forceful, like he's panicked you'll push him away or maybe slip out of his grasp. His tongue creeps into your mouth, and you inadvertently gasp. His wet hands hold you and your arms pull you even closer. You feel his naked body pressed against you and you both jump back. “it's just a little… Fast.” You stutter, looking down. Jared nods, “sorry.” “No it's just… You know. I didn't know you felt this way and then our dicks touched and… It's not that I don't want that- I like… Touching you…” You're so bright red the water may boil. He laughs, “you like touching me? Did you just say that?” You shove him, “I'm just not ready for… Naked kissing… Stuff.” You're embarrassed at how you sound and he's giggling, “I'm not sure if I am either… Maybe… I uh, I dare you to have a coffee with me or something?” “Sounds good.”

[mike-faist-is-the-best]

Jared x reader where the reader (preferably male bc I'm gay af for the insanely cool Jared kleinman) meets Jared at camp and they're in the same bunk. Just a thought.

[bemorecronch]

You'll Go Blind You Know? (Jared Kleinman X Male Reader)

WARNINGS: smut!! Masturbation, derogatory name calling, forceful fucking, daddy kink... A dominant reader and a switch!Jared. Oh and swearing, as per usual. You sat alone in your room, bored for the first time in ages. Boredom wasn't a thing that usually happened when you were dating Jared Kleinman. He was goofy and weird and kept you on your toes. But today he had been busy, and you'd been left alone. You glanced to the lotion by your bed and bit your lip before rolling down your boxers and pumping some lube into your hand. You started to rub yourself down slowly, resting your head back and closing your eyes; allowing your mind to wonder. You thought of Jared. If he was the one jerking you off instead. Watching you with his sad eyes or grinning with that stupid fucking grin. You thought about his hands- strong and soft; his lips around your cock, he would be gagging but so eager to please. God he was so hot when he was like that. So desperate to make you feel good. Your breath is catching in your throat as you pick up speed. You think about how shy he was when he first took his shirt off in front of you- god his chest is amazing. You can just lean on it and feel so fucking safe. Your grip tightens a little as you breath through it. You think about the first time you fucked. How amazing his ass was and how much he blushed and whined. That look in his eyes when he came, satisfied and sleepy. Oh Christ. You let yourself groan. There's no one else in the house so you go for it, “Oh god. Oh fuck take it. Fucking- take it. You fucking- you like that Jared?” You can't help but feel yourself grin, bringing yourself to the edge. You're breathing quickens, “oh my God Jared- Jared fuck. Yes. Yes!” “You'll go blind you know?” You look up to see your boyfriend leaning against the door frame, failing to hold back a chuckle. Upon seeing him three things happen. 1) You shout his name louder than you've ever done anything before. 2) You panic. 3) You cum. Hard. The feeling overtakes you almost as a cause and effect of seeing his face. A jolt of bliss courses through you, causing his name to mangle in your mouth into “Jar-ah!” You ride it out as cum dries on your stomach, blushing madly and trying to turn away from him, trying to hide and pull up your boxers, “ShutUp!ShutUp!ShutUp!” You shout, grabbing tissues and wiping yourself down as you feel yourself turn pink. You wipe your hands down before covering your face. He saunters over next to you, “so do you jerk off to me a lot or?” And you smack his shoulder lightly, “I want the ground to swallow me.” You grumble and he chuckles, “no, apparently you want ME to swallow you.” He nudges. You glare at him. He looks around your bed, “you didn't have any porn or anything- was It really just the thought of me that got you off?” He laughed and you shuffled further away, “fuck you.” “Really? I thought you'd be pretty tired after that.” He's giggling and you scrunch your eyebrows together, “why are you in my house?” “You gave me a key dumbass. I was going to surprise you because I hadn't talked took all day and I heard this familiar groaning. Like, loud animalistic shit that I've only heard from you.” “Alright, alright.” You interrupt, feeling your stomach pang as he wriggles his eyebrows, “anyway,” he continues “I thought you were fucking someone else. I came up stairs… And then so did you.” He chuckles at his own joke and you feel like your face is on fire. You want to be mad at him for seems you so vulnerable, but you feel him kiss your cheek, “so champ- you all spent or you think you can be ready to go again?” He whispered. You're eyes widen, “I'm gonna need a minute.” You confess quietly, and you hear him laugh as his lips move to your bare chest, “why?” “You know why.” You sound mortified as he just looks up and smirks, “I want to hear you say it.” You stand up and hold him against the wall, “are you trying to be dominant?” You try and adopt some air of confidence, but he keeps the shit eating grin plastered to his face, “are you pretending you could ever top again after that?” He kisses you harshly and presses his hands against your shoulders, turning and switching your position, “such a needy boy. One day without me and you're already touching yourself?” He moves closer, pressing his forehead against your temple, “it's cute. It's a little sad, maybe. But it's cute.” You open your mouth to retaliate but he hushes you by placing a finger on your lips, “and then as soon as you saw me, it brought you over the edge. You came at the sight of me.” He held your chin and you squirm, “are you ever going to let this go?” You ask and laughs, “maybe if you could do something to take my mind off it… Unless you're exhausted from jerking off to the mere idea of me?” There had always been a struggle for dominates between the two of you as arrogance would get the best of both parties, but usually he'd end up being submissive. Wanting to be degraded or looked after. But something had shifted. You felt power slipping from your fingers and for the first time: you didn't mind. You glare at him, because if he knew for a second how bad you wanted this he'd never let you live it down. “What do you want me to do?” The words are meant to sound defiant, but there's definite hesitation. Jared’s eye go wide like he wasn't actually expecting this to work. He pecks you on the lips, “whatever daddy says.” He whispers, and pushes your shoulders down until you're on your knees. You're eyes flick up to him, as you unzip his jeans and pull out his already hard dick you notice him watching you intently. You're hands are still partially covered in lube and he tenses as you start to slowly move your hand up and down his dick. He lets out a shaky laugh, “I know that must be muscle memory for you- but you're gonna have to do more than that to make me forget the look on your face when I walked in.” You quietly watch him, building up speed and pressure. His shoulders cave a little as he tries to regain himself, “you're not getting away with just jerking me off.” He starts grabbing your hair and moving his dick inside your mouth. Your knees go weak as he drives himself into you, pushing further trying to get himself off, fast and rough, “you like that? I bet you do. Fuck, you're such a gorgeous little slut.” You're trying hard not to let him trigger your gag reflex, but he's thrusting harder into you and his shouting is slowly transforming into ragged moans, he's pulling your head back and forth, “Jesus those moans got me so hard. Fuck, all I could think of was your- pretty like whore mouth. Oh god.” You tighten your lips around him and he lets out a quiet gasp, sucking harder you grab his hips as he fucks deeper and rougher into you “oh- I’m- I’m…” He stutters, gasping as he cums into your mouth, his grasp loosens in your hair as he stretches his muscles and calls your name. You look up and watch him lean against the wall while you swallow. You wipe your mouth and stand up, he's got this calm and blissful look and you shove him, “that's the last time you top- got that?” You strain the last word, “sure- whatever. Fuck you're so hot.” He sounds worn out and you kiss him. You pause and chuckle, “did you call yourself ‘daddy’ before?” You ask “Shut up.”

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The Hand that Flannels Part 2 (Jared Kleinman X Male Reader)

WARNINGS: smmutttttt, gay as shit smut too. Swearing and breakfast club. Because a few people requested it. I don't write sequels a lot but I need more Male Reader stuff so this seemed like a good idea? You sat on the couch with Jared, admittedly closer than most platonic friends would be comfortable. You were watching Breakfast Club- or rather, you were pretending to watch Breakfast Club. All you'd thought about for two days was that kiss after the party; and what it could've lead to if it had the chance. You'd invited him to yours to educate him on how great 80’s movies were. He had started by making fun of what you'd refered to as a classic and it's cheesy acting, but as soon as Judd Nelson was being shouted at in the closet, he'd started getting into it. It was honestly more fun to watch him rather than the film itself, he was so expressive and excitable. It was embarrassingly a turn on for you as he bit his lip and raised his eyebrows at every emotional scene. It was during the sharing circle that he absentmindedly placed his hand in your leg; and once you both noticed there was an awkward pause. He glanced at you and you both let out a nervous laugh; “hey… Is this a date?” Jared whispered quietly and you looked away, “what?” Your voice goes higher than you intend to act surprised and Jared laughs, “you ask me round to your place, put on a movie and sit close to me… It feels like a date.” He sounds arrogant and if anything it just turns you on more. He's grinning and moves his hand further up, you can't physically look at him out of embarrassment. He leans in, “you're a little more nervous when your sober… Is this ok?” He was so close to your ear that the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention. You turn to face him and your eyes flick briefly to his lips and you nod, “are you gonna kiss me?” You ask. He suddenly looks a little nervous as he slowly presses his lips against yours. It's soft and your heart jumps into your throat. You bring your hand to the back of his neck and his hand runs up your leg as you lean back and let him lye on top of you. He’s trying to be tender as his mouth opens and you let his tongue slip in. You feel his fingers tug up your shirt and you sit up to pull it over your head; face flushed as you lye shirtless under him. His eyes graze over you and start unbuttoning his top, sliding it off his shoulders and breaking away from him to kiss down his neck and chest. He grabs your chin and forces you to look up, “I've never been with a guy- with anyone before.” He admits into your ear. You shake your head, “it's ok. Honestly- if you're uncomfortable…” But he's kissing your earlobe and down your jaw, “no… I want… I want to…” His free hand reaches down and unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down. You squeeze your eyes shut, “J-Jared?” You're breathy and can feel yourself going lightheaded as his hand reaches under your boxers. As he strokes the tent forming in your pants you make a light guttural moan. You can feel him smiling and you almost twitch as he bites lightly, “are you sure that you've never done this?” You let out a breathy laugh and he lowers himself to your crotch, “I watch a lot of porn.” As soon as you go to make a snide comment he takes you in his mouth and you hum; pulling your own hair as your feel his lips around you. He finds his timing slow and teasing, his tongue gliding along the bottom of your shaft and sucking lightly. You whine incoherently as his hand creeps up your stomach to your chest and lightly scratch down. Muttering his name you buck your hips and he presses his hands into you to keep you down. He picks up speed and you start to become undone, grabbing at the sofa and his hair, pleading with him and not entirely being sure why. You look down to see him with his hand down his own pants, moving slowly on himself and you're breath stutters, “I could do that… If you like.” You're gasping and he just speeds up. You groan loudly and pull his hair, “Jared- let me… Do this for… Oh god… For you.” You're begging, but he's ignoring you, jerking himself off as you start to lose control. You're hips Buck again as all your senses diminish, “b-b-baby. I’m gonna…” You're almost shouting as you completely forget any inhibitions. You cum into his mouth and down his throat, not realising your ragged voice is calling his name until you stop. He swallows and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sits up, still touching himself. You watch through hooded eyes before you move onto the floor in front of him to pull his shorts and boxers down, batting his hand away as you lick the base of his dick and start sucking intently. He lets out a high pitch moan through his teeth as he goes deeper in your mouth. “I- won't- last.” He's panting, and you look up to see his cheeks flushed and his glasses completely fogged over. He actually looks pretty adorable and as you try not to giggle you hum, sending vibrations up him and causing him to convulse. The head of his dick pushes against the back of your throat and you fight your gag reflex and his fists ball in your hair, whining as you pick up the pace. “Holy shit, baby.” He covers his face with his hands and you can hear him panting as the taste of precum hits, “I'm cumming.” He cried out, pulling your hair and squeezing his eyes closed as a jet of cum streamed into your mouth and burned the back of your throat. You wince a little as you swallow, pulling away from him and looking up at the wreck of a boy in front of you, sweating and still lightly convulsing. You sit next to him and wrap your arms around his stomach, “was that ok?” You ask quietly and he nods, “it was amazing- I mean, you were just…” He stares off into the distance looking for words and you chuckle, “you too.” You lean into each other and as you rest your head you hear him giggle. “What?” He wriggles his eyebrows “this was totally a date.” You snort and squeeze your arms around him. “And to think…” He continued, “I only came here to get my flannel back.” He tried to sound disinterested and you shove him, “you suck, Kleinman.” You laugh as he kisses you cheek, “apparently, so do you.”