soon to be deleted cause shit

Damn It, Jared!

Summary- The reader is a teen actress on the show, she’s hanging out in the makeup trailer with Misha when he alerts her of some weird tweets.

Characters- Jared x platonic!reader, Jensen x platonic!reader, misha x platonic!reader.

Warnings- mild language, mentions of family problems.

A/N- I’VE FINALLY UPLOADED A FIC! it’s been a while but I’ve been busy revising for my exams so that’s a good reason;) anyways, I hope you enjoy this! It was really fun to write and made me chuckle.


You were lounging in one of the makeup chairs, Misha was sat on your left getting his hair done whilst you were stuffing your face with gummy bears. 

You had been on the show for almost two years, you were introduced as Sam’s daughter halfway through season eleven, you had just turned fourteen when you started filming and being so young meant the cast -past and present- were extremely protective over you and that’s something that never changed, and honestly you were grateful! You never really had the greatest relationship with your parents so it was nice to have a group of people who cared about you the way your parents didn’t

Jared took the roll of your father in real life as well, you just had that instant connection when you met, you both had similar interests and similar characteristics, you even looked alike: hazel eyes that seem to change colour, dimples, same length hair. He acted more like a father than your biological dad, lets just say you don’t have the ideal family life, you’d much rather go to Texas with Jared and Jensen than go home (which most of the time you do), whenever you visited you’d always help Gen and Danneel with the kids, they were grateful and loved having you around. 

The cast knew how much your parents would nag at you, they knew how down you’d get about the things they’d say, today was one of those days. You had argued with both of your parents, quite heavily, Jared walked into your trailer when he heard you almost shouting. He comforted you and listened whilst your ranted and cried about the argument, he held you whilst you sobbed, he hated seeing you so upset, it tore him apart, to him you were his daughter, he couldn’t handle seeing his daughter so torn up.

Your head snapped up towards Misha who started laughing, a lot, “what’re you laughing at?” You asked, he turned his phone towards you, reaching out you took it from his grip “maybe you should go and find your phone” he laughed. Furrowing your eyebrows you scrolled through your twitter, your eyes widened at some of the tweets before your narrowed them and let out an audible groan “damn it, Jared” you grumbled, you quickly replied back to one of the tweets before handing the phone back to Misha and jumping down from the chair, “good luck!” Misha called as you stepped out of the trailer, “i’m gonna need it” you mumbled making him laugh again.

You stepped into the motel set that you would be using for that day, the crew were getting ready to film, you saw Jared and Jensen leaning against one of the tables, Jared was still typing away on your phone, stepping forward you gained their attention, “give me my phone, Jared” you demanded holding your hand out, “give me five minutes” he replied turning his head back towards your phone, rolling your eyes you crossed your arms, “no, Jared give it back” you said, he sighed and passed it towards you, however when your reached out to grab it his hand shot in the air, “jump for it” he chuckled, you gave him a bitch face, “I am not jumping for my phone” you answered placing your hands on your hips.

You saw that his phone was on the table behind him, quickly, you leapt forward and grabbed it before holding it behind your back. He chuckled, “you don’t know my password, i’m not bothered”, you smirked and typed in his passcode before showing him the unlocked screen, “really? Your birthday? C’mon Jared, be original” you said, he went to reply but the director cut him off.

The director called for everyone to get into their places, you sat on the bed with your back against the headboard, you knew the camera’s wouldn’t be on you, it was just Jared and Jensen’s coverage. The director yelled “action!”, as the guys were doing their dialogue you started to tweet from Jared’s phone silently giggling to yourself, “Just ate some spicy ass Buffalo Wings, never again. My ass is going to hurt for weeks” you looked up and watched the scene for a bit before tweeting again. “Oh god, the smell! it’s everywhere!“ Misha who was trying to focus on the scene caught sight of you giggling, he pulled out his phone and went onto Jared’s twitter, his face immediately went red from trying to hold in the laughter, you started typing again, “SHOULD IT BURN THIS MUCH?!” you hit send, Misha looked back down towards his phone and closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if trying to compose himself, you started typing again “I just burnt a hole through my underwear… shit… quite literally” that was the last straw for Misha, he immediately burst out laughing shortly followed by you, doubling over you were face down on the bed with tears streaming down your face, “what’re you guys laughing at?” Jared asked, “ch-check your twitter” Misha wheezed out, he furrowed his eyebrows and unlocked your phone, his eyes widened, Jensen took your phone from his hand, he started reading the numerous tweets out loud whilst simultaneously laughing, hard. Soon enough everyone in the room was howling of laughter.

You sat up, still laughing hysterically, wiping away the tears that were cascading happily down your face you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, “y/n, you little shit” Jared laughed causing you to start laughing again, grabbing his phone from your hand, he deleted the tweets and pocketed his phone. “Hey, you started it, I finished it” you giggled, “can I have my phone back now?” You asked, he shook his head before throwing it towards you, you caught it and tucked it in your pocket. 

“Okay everyone, take a ten minute break to cool off, god knows we need it” the director laughed, you stood up and walked towards the boys, “where did you come up with those tweets?” Jensen asked, you shrugged your shoulders, “honestly I have no idea” you laughed, whilst Misha and Jensen were talking Jared swung an arm over your shoulders, “you feeling better?” He asked, you nodded your head, “yeah, still feel a bit bummed about earlier but better nonetheless” you smiled, he squeezed you, “good” he replied, “I’m still gonna get you back from tweeting on my phone, you know that right?” He asked, you rolled your eyes and chuckled “yeah, even though what I did was completely fair” you said, he sighed “yeah yeah, whatever you say” he said playfully.


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Anyone else think this is a little absurd? 

A sale page posted this yearling, who is completely unhandled (we just pulled a coggins on him after he arrived at the sale barn, doesn’t even know what a halter is) They even stated this colt had just arrived today and they took this picture as soon as he got off the trailer in the comment of the photo.. To say such rude things about something these people know nothing about is truly disturbing. These yearlings are very well taken care of, get their feet done, bathed, brushed, and handled when they come to the sale barn. I feel bad for people who are this ignorant. 

(I included pictures of some of the others that are there just cause)

Really really real

Would you tell me…
Are you that pretty little thang with the nice curves out in these city streets…
The one that’s making me swerve into your lane…
Tryna hold you down like a seatbelt…
Damn right…
I mean really…
Are you that girl that’s got a pearly smile…
The foxy lady whose hair is always a crazy messy…
The one whose otherwise got all her shit together…
Whose low key super fly…
And gets me super high…
Just tell me you’re her…
I’m only asking cause this could be a dream and I don’t wanna wake up any time soon…
Cause really damn…
You got me writing all these paragraphs…
Making me delete them cause they weren’t really real…
Not real enough for you..
And don’t loose your head over these lines…
Not untill they’re just perfect…
Not untill you’re vibing with me cause words where overrated when I could just show you instead…
When I could communicate with my mouth but no one will be talking…
So let me take it way back…
And let me ask you one more time…
Are you that girl with the style?
The girl that’s boss ass rocking her shift…
Changing gears from 1 to 6 hitting 100 from 0 real quick…
The one whose got the walls that make wanna climb it’s vines to see what’s on the other side…
Cause maybe I really like you so give me an answer…
Show me that mind that’s so full of flowers…
Cause that could really really real.
And that’s all I’m asking

Elevators Are Confined Spaces

So… here is a thing. Based off of this ask from @klance-klance-revolution‘s blog. also @germex look it is done yes. Follow for more, and like, send me little things like that ask, i might write some if i feel like it.

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The first time the mysterious hot Korean man entered the elevator, Lance didn’t even notice. It wasn’t like he was purposely trying not to notice. It was his second day on a very stressful job, and juggling his boss’s coffee and breakfast was more important to him than looking at a very, very, hot Korean man.

In fact, Lance didn’t even notice the man until his second week on the job. He was running a bit late, and again, juggling multiple items, when he caught the elevator door with his foot. The papers squished under his armpit fell and he shoved the coffee and breakfast bagel into the nearest set of hands. “Hold this please,” Lance spat out quickly as he dropped to the ground to gather the rather important papers.

It only took him a few seconds to stuff everything back into the folder, albeit it was a little messily done, and pick himself back up. Lance put the folder back under his armpit and grabbed the breakfast bagel and coffee from the person he had forced it on. He sighed and looked up to apologize to the victim of his tardiness but stopped short when he was faced with a beautiful, and he meant beautiful, man.

He had a mullet. In what backwards fantasy universe does a man that works in this building, have a mullet. Lance started to blubber and stutter around his words as he forced out his apology, trying his damn fucking hardest not to spit out that he could stare into the man’s eyes all day. The man raised his eyebrows at him and Lance just ducked his head and all but sulked in the corner of the elevator. He was just thankful that no one else was in the elevator to witness that failure.

The man brought up his phone to his ear again and spoke into it. The second he did, Lance’s blush just got deeper. He wasn’t speaking English. Of course, that’s why he looked so confused and annoyed, he probably didn’t even know what Lance was saying. If Lance didn’t have food in his hand, he would have slammed his hand to his face. Sometimes, he was just a complete idiot.

Luckily, he had the perfect person to complain to whenever he was being an idiot, and that person was coming on the elevator in two floors.

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