if i had a car i would get you all to wash it even if you all did a shitty job i would be happy with it

3 A.M. (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

394. “It’s 3am and you’re the only person in McDonald’s right now and why do I have to work the night shift”

A/N: Okay, so this is the first fic I’ve ever posted online so be gentle, please lol. I really have been meaning to write this for a long time, but it took some self-convincing. Anyways, here it is and enjoy! I do take requests about anything to be honest so ask away!


You were bored. Scratch that, you were dying from boredom. Why did you have to work the night shift, rather why was there even a night shift? It’s currently past midnight and the only customers you’ve had since midnight are junkies without money. You were resting your head on your hand and leaning over the counter. You sighed heavily and stared at the clock, watching the minutes pass by. You wanted nothing more than to wash the grease off of you and to lay down in your bed watching your favorite show on Netflix. 

Just then, the bell hanging above the door chimed. A customer at this ungodly hour of the night? You instantly recognized who the customer was. He was wearing a flannel with a striped T-shirt underneath. He wore big glasses and had brown hair and plastered on his face was his big shit-eating grin. The insanely annoying Jared Kleinman. But he was also your friend, so maybe he can tell you some of his stupid jokes to cheer you up. 

“Why are you here? Seriously, it’s 3 am.” 

“Is that how you talk to paying customers? Honestly, I’d like to speak to your manager.” 

“Go ahead, she’s probably in bed asleep considering she left 3 hours ago. What do you want, Kleinman?” 

“I just wanted to visit my best friend slaving away her youth in a shitty fast food chain restaurant. Are you seriously the only one working?”

“Afraid so. There’s no point in me being here.” 

“You’re right. Let’s ditch it and go to my house.” 

“Isn’t that a little suspicious? You know, a girl actually wanting to be at your house at 3 am?” 

“Fuck off. I’m trying to save you from this hellhole, but if you’re going to act like that-” 

“Look, it’s not that I don’t want to, but I can’t just leave.” Jared looked around the restaurant. Literally he searched every corner of the dining area and came back. 

“That’s funny, I don’t see anyone else here. No manager to force you to stay. C’mon, live a little (Y/N).” 

“I appreciate the sentiment, Jared, but seriously, I can’t go. Maybe another night.” 

“Alright, I guess I'll tell everyone to come in, then.” 

“Everyone?” Jared smirked and dialed a number on his phone. 

“Yeah, man, she said she can’t leave. Alright, come on in.” 

He shut his phone off and you stared at him in confusion. Just then, you heard a couple car doors slam shut. The bell chimed again and in walked Connor, Zoe, Evan, and Alana. 

“Guys, what the hell are you doing here?” 

Zoe answered you, “Since you couldn’t leave work, we decided to come here to try and convince you to hang out.” 

“But you guys can’t stay unless you buy something.” 

Everyone “checked” their pockets for money, meaning that they didn’t actually look for the sake of getting you to leave your job. Connor spoke, 

“Aww man, we don’t have any. Guess you’ll have escort us out and then ditch this place.” 

“Alana, you’re going along with this?” 

“I know, it seems so out of character, but Fridays aren’t fun without you, (Y/N).”

You wiped your hand on your face and looked at your friends’ pleading faces.

“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll leave. But if I get fired, it’s on you.” 

Jared clapped your back, “Aaand we can help you find a new one. One that doesn’t make you work a night shift at 3 am on Friday nights.” 

You locked up the restaurant. You had changed clothes before leaving and even put on some deodorant because no one likes lingering McDonald’s smell. Everyone else had already piled in Jared’s car. Jared hung back with you. You turned to him, 

“So, you’ve dragged me out of work to hang out? We could’ve done this another night, you realize.” 

“Now what kind of friend would I be if I let my best friend in the whole world out to dry working?” 

“A normal one..?” 

“Good thing I’m not normal. Unless you’d rather be in there with all the grease fuming up into your hair-” 

“No! I-I’m happy that you came and got me.” 

“That’s what I thought. I mean who can resist the insanely cool Jared Kleinman?” 

 You two began walking to his car as you said, “Oh, definitely not me, Jared. My life would be too boring without you.” 

You were joking when you said that, but you knew deep down that it was true. If it wasn’t for Jared, you’d still be at work, bored out of your mind. Jared always came to the rescue, whether it was getting you to ditch work or to even chase off creepy guys who were flirting with you. You couldn’t imagine your life without him. 

You got in the passenger seat while Jared got in the driver’s seat. He smiled at you as he turned on the radio. He plugged in his phone and began playing Cupcakke’s Deepthroat. You and the rest of the gang started shouting the lyrics, except for Evan and Alana who were terrified at the horrid lyrics. 

Jared pulled into the parking lot of a park. Everyone got out and ran around like kids. You laughed at Connor and Evan who were recreating the Jack and Rose scene from Titanic at the top of the slide. The night was filled with many pictures and snapchat videos of you all just goofing off and having the time of your lives. You saw a tree at the back end of the park that seemed sturdy enough to climb, so you raced towards it. You reached up to the lowest branch and hoisted yourself up. You grabbed onto the next branch and sat upon it. You leaned back against the trunk and watched your friends run around.

“Hey, you better be careful up there. You don’t wanna end up falling out of it like Tree Boy over there.” 

“I’ll be fine, Jared, I used to do this all the time when I was younger.” 

Jared hoisted himself onto the branch that was next to yours. He faced the trunk of the tree and leaned against the other branches. You smiled and averted your gaze, blushing. Thank God it was dark out. 

“Hey, thanks for bailing me out.”  

“What are awesome friends for, amirite?” 

“Man, I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

“In all honesty, you’d probably be better off. I mean, you could lose your job by being here.” 

“So what? If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be there and not here… with you.” 

“(Y/N) (L/N) if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.” 

He smirked as you sighed. Then you grinned as you said, 

“And what if I am?” 

It was his turn to blush. For once, Jared was speechless. He just laughed awkwardly as you chuckled. 

“Okay, okay, calm down there. I know I’m irresistible, but no one can tie down this loser.” 

“Pfft. Whatever, Kleinman. You’d jump at the chance to get with me and you know it.” Jared just smiled and avoided your gaze. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Hey, I’ll race you to the slides!”

“Oh, you are so going down!” 

You and Jared jumped from the tree and took off running for the slides. You had taken a shortcut under the jungle gym and climbed up to the top. You jumped over the side of the bars. You stopped him in his tracks. 

“I win!” 

“Damn, you got lucky.” 

“I sure did.” 

You smiled as you kissed his cheek and immediately went down the slide. He stood there in utter shock and then chased after you. After an hour, Jared drove everyone to his house and passed out in his living room. You and Jared had somehow ended up in a cuddling position throughout the night. Your face was in his chest and his arm was draped over your waist pulling you in closer. 

You woke up to the smell of him and grinned. You hesitantly sat up and looked at your surroundings. There were your best friends in the whole world passed out on the floor in the living room of the guy you had been crushing on since 6th grade. You reached around for your phone and picked it up. You looked at the pictures from the night before and reminisced about the fun times that happened only hours ago. You saw the picture of you on his back with him holding your legs and your arms wrapped around his neck. You were both smiling and laughing. You cheesed at the photo. 

“That might actually be the gayest photo of me.” 

Jared was up. You, jokingly, pushed him away. Pretty soon everyone woke up and it was time for everyone to leave. They all, once again, climbed in Jared’s car as he dropped them off one by one. You were the last one to get dropped off. Jared walked you to your front door.

“Thanks for everything. Seriously, that was the most fun I’ve had in awhile.” 

“Glad I could help. Seriously, if you ever need me to bail you out again, I’m one text away.” 

You smiled as you turned to go into your house. Jared’s hand on your wrist caught you by surprise. 

“Jared, what th-” 

He cupped your face and crashed his lips onto yours. You, mindlessly, grabbed onto his flannel as you kissed back. He pulled away as he rested his forehead against yours. You both smiled as he pecked your lips. 

“Sorry, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“You can do that whenever you like, I won’t complain.”

You both laughed as he started back to his car.

“I gotta run, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“We’re hanging out tomorrow?”

“Well, I just now decided that we are going to a movie tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

“Well, aren’t you assertive.”

“You love it.” 

“You’re damn right I do.” 

He chuckled and kissed your hand before leaving. You walked into your house and sat down on the couch. Your mom came in and scolded you about getting fired because you went to hang out with your friends. Apparently, the security cameras were on. 

After your mom was done, you sent a text to the group chat with everyone in it. 

To: Tree Squad🌲 

Guys, I just got fired!!! 


Oops! Sorry! 


Well, you didn’t need that job anyways!




Oh my god! I’m so sorry! We didn’t mean to! 


Haha, relax, Hansen. I can just find another one. 


McDonald’s fucking sucks anyways. Have you guys seen this meme? 


Jared what the fuck 


That’s disgusting


Honestly that’s just in poor taste Jared 


I’m really starting to think that that can’t even be considered a meme 




See? I’m funny! (Y/N) is the only one that gets me! 



(In a separate text) 


Hey, sorry about your job. I’ll definitely make it up to you. 


You already did 


Well there’s more where that came from.


Just then he sent a picture of your face in his chest from this morning. You smiled. 



You should definitely take more naps at my house. It’s like hella cute and all that gay shit 


 Thank you once again insanely annoying Jared Kleinman :p

And Then There’s Martha

By creepypasta user egodram

I live in the middle of nowhere, far away from the rest of my friends. I have to wake up very early in the morning to catch my bus and I usually eat my breakfast as it’s bringing me to school. I don’t have any brothers or sisters; There’s just me, the Ziggy the cat, and my Dad.

And then there’s Martha, the chronically pissed-off woman who insists that I call her my Mother. But lately I don’t feel so inclined to do so.

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Pairing: Eren/Levi

Raiting: Mature

Synopsis: Life as a shift manager at a shitty grocery store is awful, and Levi is in a foul mood. He just want to scrub off the layer of grime, eat some shitty food and go to bed, but there’s a surprise waiting for him at home.

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 Levi hated people. He hated them with a fiery passion. Most days he was content to merely dislike them, but after a day like today they’d all been upgraded into the hate category. Fucking assholes the lot of them.

 Today had been bad, like exceptionally bad. You’d think being a manager at a grocery store would merely be a boring job, but somehow every force in the universe had decided to gang up on him, and send every shithead in the fucking world into his store, just so they could create havoc and destroy his day. People had screamed at him, they’d broken things in just about every fucking aisle, and he’d bruised his knee tripping in a pool of olive oil that he then had to spend half an hour trying to mop up. It had been made worse by the three people who had all yelled at him because the aisle had been closed off while he tried to ensure that no one else slipped and fell. Because of course it was Levi’s fault, naturally.

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The Girl on the train

Summary: Bucky and the reader always sit in the same train and listen to other peoples conversations and somehow they became friends without ever talking to each other

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,050

Warnings: none that I can think of

A/N: There’s not too much dialogue but I hope you don’t mind! Please tell me if you liked it or not!

Tagging: @bovaria @princeofsassgard @angietmilover @cvptainbvcky @italyand5soslover283 @elisticks

“Hey Buck, where are you going?” Steve asked and looked up from the piece of paper he’d been looking at for the past five minutes. 

“Train station,” Bucky replied quickly and gave Steve a small smile before he opened the door and hurried outside. He was already pretty late and didn’t wanted to miss the train again. 

“You do realize we have cars, right?” Nat shouted after him and somewhere from the living room one could hear Tony mutter that they also had helicopters. But Bucky was already gone and hadn’t heard their comments. It was the same like everyday though. He’d tell someone that he was on his way to the train station and someone else would laugh about it and tell him that he could totally use one of the many cars, motorcycles or helicopters. And while he’d reach his destination way quicker with these vehicles, he preferred to take the train. 

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Rae was nervous. In fact, she was beyond nervous. The thought of going to Finn’s flat and seeing him in his home environment turned her stomach, but at least they wouldn’t be alone. She hated that she got so angry for when he left with that girl last night, she wasn’t his girlfriend; in fact she was barely even a friend so who was she to get annoyed at what he got up to? She decided to dress nice once again, a flower patterned maroon shirt, denim jeans and matching maroon ballet pumps. When her mother originally begged her to buy all these nice, new girly clothes Rae hated the idea but now, Rae was actually relieved that she had something other than band tops and men’s baggy tees. 

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To the person who sent this in, I hope this makes you feel better(:


“Choke….try to wash you down with something strong…” Vic’s acoustic performance of “I’m low on gas and you need a jacket” hit you harder this time than it ever has. You find yourself backstage feeling vulnerable and helpless. You quickly go to the bathroom and open up your purse.

“Ow” You say as your fingertip slides across the blade that was at the bottom of the purse.

I should have put a blade protector over that , you say to yourself as you pull it out. You stare at it for a few minutes. You promised Vic you wouldn’t relapse, but lately, blades were all you could think about. The way Vic sang some of his more serious songs, just makes you want to feel sorry for him. Even though what had happened to him happened in the past, you can still feel the wince of pain in his voice as if it never went away. If only you knew, if only you knew about some of the things he was going through when the two of you were first dating. You could have helped him, you could have made him feel better. You look at yourself in the mirror and you see the same girl you saw three months ago. You take the blade and press it against your arm. You feel the cold metal touch your bare skin, but you just can’t get yourself to put pressure on it. You stop when you hear a familiar voice….Vic’s voice.

“Hey, do yo know where (y/n) went?” Vic asks to one of his managers.

“I don’t… I’m sorry.”

“I just saw her before I sang "I’m low”… thanks.“ Vic walks off and you hear him ask a few other people where you were.

"Check the bathroom” A girl said.

Vic walks over and knocks on the bathroom door. You freeze as you look at the blade you’re holding. You quickly shovel it into your bag and pull out your phone.

“(y/n), are you in here?” Vic asks.

You open the door with the phone up to your ear. You smile at Vic and then pull the phone away from you.

“Sorry, my mom called me and I thought it was something serious. Just give me a few minutes.” You say in a whisper. 

Vic nods his head and walks off. You close the bathroom door and then pull out the blade again. You are so mad at yourself that you lied to Vic. Vic could help you, he was the only one that makes you feel better. You press the blade against your arm and slide it down. You feel a familiar pain that you felt three months ago. After you move the blade from your arm, it stings, but the pain feels everlasting and almost like your own personal high. You wash the blade off and pull your sleeve down. Once again you grab your phone and head out the bathroom door.

“Alright mom I will talk to you later…love you too. Bye,” You put the phone back in your bag and head over to Vic.

“Hi baby” You say as you give Vic a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey! Everything okay with your mom?”

“Yeah” You say with a smile, not even showing an ounce of suspicion. 

“Good” Vic holds onto your hand.

“You did a really amazing job tonight V, as usual!” You smile as Vic leans in to kiss you.

“Thank you. That really does mean a lot coming from you” Vic says goodbye to his band mates and crew and leads you to his car. The two of you get in and start driving back to Vic’s apartment.

“I always love playing home shows, I feel like they’re more personal but fun at the same time.” Vic says

“Yeah” You say, half listening. The only thing you can thing about is what happened in the bathroom. You could have stopped yourself from cutting, but something forced you to do it. At that moment in the car, you realize that Vic can help you. You think what to say and how to bring it up with him right now, but you just can’t get the words out.

“Everything okay babe?” Vic asks.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” You didn’t even think when you said this. Why was it so easy to lie to him? If he ever found out now, he would be so disappointed. So, you decide not to say anything.

When you arrive back at Vic’s apartment, he leads you up the stairs and inside.

“Are you hungry?” Vic asks

“Not really…” You say, glancing at the picture of you two in his living area.

“Well I’m hungry…hungry for you” Vic looks at you and winks. Suddenly, you completely forget about all this pain you have built up inside, and you walk towards him.

“You are so cute” You say

Vic meets you halfway from the kitchen to the couch and pulls you in with a kiss. You feel yourself let all the pain drift away as Vic grabs hold of your waist. He pulls you in closer and slowly sticks his tongue into your mouth. Your hands start at his cheeks, but slowly fall down to his lower stomach. He picks you up and the two of you kiss hard for a few minutes. He walks over to the couch and sets you down. He smiles as he takes his shirt off. You kiss his chest and give him a hickey as you feel him take off your leggings. At this moment, you are feel completely seduced by Vic and you take his belt and pants off. Just as you get up from the couch to sit down on the ground and ‘go down on’ him, he takes your shirt off. At first, you aren’t even thinking about what happened earlier, but then you meet eyes with Vic’s when he see’s your arm. At first, he stays silent.


Vic backs away from you. He is so surprised that as he is backing away, he accidentally leans back onto the coffee table, as if his whole two years of living here he had forgotten it was even there. He stumbles a little but manages to knock the picture of you two over and onto the ground. The picture frame’s glass cracks. Tears start to fill your eyes as you briefly look at what had happened. Vic doesn’t even notice it, his eyes are on you the whole time. 

“Vic, I’m so sorry” You say as you get up and walk towards him

“How long? H-h-how long have you been doing this and not telling me?” Vic stumbles on his words as tears fill his eyes.

“I only did it once, and it was tonight. I wanted to tell you so badly, but I couldn’t get the words out. I knew you would be disappointed” You say.

“Yeah, I’m disappointed, but I’m more worried, more afraid. You promised me you weren’t going to do it ever again. You lied to me (y/n).” Vic paces around the room for a little.

“I didn’t mean to Vic. I didn’t want to tell you because you’re the only one that makes me feel happy. I didn’t want you to be unhappy because then I would feel more terrible, like right now.”

Vic walks over to you and sits on the couch.

“Don’t ever worry about me, don’t. I’m okay. I care more about your feelings than I do with my own.”

“But tonight, when you were singing "I’m low”, I could feel the pain in your voice. I should have been there for you when you had your problems to deal with.“

"But our relationship had just started, and I didn’t want to put all of that on you when we weren’t even that close.” Vic says

“I know…I seriously will stop. I’m sorry I just don’t want you to be upset and I can tell you are when you sing some of your songs”

“You have so much to live for (y/n). Your family, your friends, me, everything you’re good at, music. You have a lot going for you and I don’t want your past to determine your future. Promise me, and I mean really promise that you will come to me whenever you are feeling shitty.”

“I promise Vic. I’m so sorry.” You hug Vic.

“I love you so much (y/n)” Vic says.

“I love you too.”

Vic kisses your soft lips and pulls you in tight.