DEH X Reader ONESHOTS

Salty Beaches (Jared x Reader)

(A/N: HERES SOME REQUESTED PUDGY JARED)

Your boyfriend didn't hate the shore. He liked the sun, and the sand, and the boardwalk especially. Even so, it took him half a year to agree to go to the beach with you.

"I can't believe that this is what we're doing for our six months anniversary." Jared shrugged as you pulled into the parking lot. "I mean, not that I'm complaining, but what happened to Xbox and chilllll?" He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You scoffed with a chuckle. "Jared Kleinman, you're the biggest virgin I've ever met. Shush." You put a finger to his lips, despite both of you knowing all too well that it wasn't true.

Rolling his eyes with a goofy side smile, Jared slid out of the car. He'd decided to wear a flowery Hawaiian shirt, one that he'd bought ages ago insisting that "You never know when you might need a Hawaiian shirt". Admittedly, it fit his personality well, and complimented his crimson swim trunks even more nicely.

Slinging your beach bag over your shoulder, you laced your fingers with Jared's happily.

"We should hit the beach first!" You urged, bouncing eagerly. Pushing his glasses up his nose, your boyfriend shifted uncomfortably.

"Uh, well, I thought we could start at the arcade, and you know, I've got tickets from last time I was at the boardwalk..." Jared started, looking down at his flip flops, "....and, er, not to mention, you don't wanna do the wet stuff first. Then we'll be all sandy and damp all day," he added reluctantly.

You considered his argument, nodding slowly.

"Arcade it is!" You smiled at him, and he pulled you into the dim, air conditioned arcade on the boardwalk.
Jared bought a shit ton of tokens, and that was an understatement. He was determined to beat you in whatever he could. When it came to your relationship, everything was a little competition. It didn't matter whether it was cooking or Call of Duty.

"Shit, babe, you're good at this," he mumbled, rolling another ball.

"You've always known I'm better at Skeeball. I dunno why this time would be any different," you laughed softly.
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The pair of you walked out of the arcade with a large stuffed ostrich and big smiles.

"We should put Esteban in the car, so that don't have to carry him," Jared thought out loud. You raised your eyebrow with a giggle.

"Who?" You asked.

"Ya know, Esteban!" Jared held up the ostrich. You nodded.

"Yeah, sure. I'll wait here," you kissed Jared's cheek and sat down on a bench across from the arcade.
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Meanwhile, Jared was freaking the fuck out.

"Esteban, what am I gonna do? [Name] is gonna wanna swim, and I'm gonna have to take my shirt off, and-" He ended the sentence with a groan.

Esteban stared at Jared with big eyes, as the other people in the vicinity were starting to. After all, he was yelling at a stuffed ostrich.

Jared huffed, gently placing Esteban the front seat. He may or may not have buckled the seat belt before doing a once over and leisurely making his way back to you.
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"I have returned," Jared slid his way through the crowd to you, planting a kiss on your nose. "J-Rad in the hiz-ouse!" He nodded, lowering his glasses to look at you with a grin.

"Jared!" You flashed a smile. "So, wanna catch some waves now?" You asked, your voice laced with hope. 

"What about rides and boardwalk pizza and fried oreos?" He took you by the shoulders, swaying you a little bit.

Your mouth formed a bit of a line, but you kissed his cheek with a nod nonetheless.
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Many hours and dollar bills later, the two of you were both exhausted beyond belief. You'd consumed three funnel cakes, and gone on every single attraction at least twice.

"Beach. Now." You said softly. Before Jared could say anything in protest, you grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward the sand.

Setting out your towel and shedding your shirt, you realized what Jared was doing. Rather, what he wasn't doing. Instead of getting ready for beach activities, your boyfriend sat idly on the sand, literally twiddling his thumbs.

"Babe, what's wrong?" You sat beside him, the salty air brushing your faces.
"Nothing!" He smiled, biting his lip.

"You're a terrible liar, with really easy tells," you call him out with a solemn smile.

"Idontwannatakeoffmyshirt," Jared refused to meet your eyes, but instead focused on picking the the dirty from under his nails.

"Jared, what?" You tilted up his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.

"[Name], I don't wanna take off my shirt," he sighed on defeat.

"Wait...do you think you're...fat?" Your eyebrows knit together at the thought.

Jared shook his head.

"I know I'm not fat, but like, I'm not exactly skinny," he pouted.

You rubbed his back gently.

"So what if you've got a little bit of chub? We all do. And it's nothing I haven't seen before..." you kissed his ear.

"Sure, you have, but they-" he gestured to the rest of the beach- "haven't," he insisted.

"Jared, have you actually looked around the beach? There's so many different body types, and I'm sure some of them are self concious too!" You took his hands with encouragement. "Besides, a little chub just means there's more of you to love!" You smiled.

Jared couldn't help but grin.

"I love you. Like a lot," he chuckled. Standing up, he pulled you into a hug.

"I love you too," you hugged back, taking his top button between your fingers. "May I?" You asked quietly.

"Go for it," he whispered back.

You began unbuttoning his shirt, trailing kisses down his chest. Shrugging the flowery shirt off of his shoulders, you both felt relieved.

"Thank you, [name]," Jared shot you finger guns, and starting running down the beach. "Catch me if you can!" He shouted, running down the beach in a fit of giggles.

Sand being kicked up behind you, and the ocean calling your names, you two chased one another for what seemed like forever without a care in the world.