#id be like eugh this guy fucking sucks hes annoying

[vaugarde]

its amazing how every character trope is improved if you make her a woman

[daenystheedreamer]

10, 11, 13, 21 for the hate game?

worst part of fanon

more a general fandom thing but when characters are boiled down to a trope. happens a lot in m/m fanfic because its all like romcoms essentially and since theyre gay they cant just have a gay best friend character they need a girl best friend. often the girl best friend is the canonical girlfriend of one of the guys in the pairing cos the author feels bad about ignoring her. and she is either super nice and cute or she is the sassy bitch. (example for the les mis freaks: cosette is the former, eponine is the latter. IYKYK) HATE this shit soooo much. sansa arya margaery ygritte The Jeynes all fall victim to this. they'll be there to quip and say '🙄 you boys are so stupid im #smartgirl you guys are obviously in love' basically becoming an author surrogate. cringe and evil and sexist despite being a transparent attempt at staying feminist cos you feel bad about ignoring women in favour of yaoi.

number of fandom-related words you've filtered

specifically asoiaf:

i just find them particularly annoying. looking through i realised i dont have much asoiaf stuff blacklisted... i think its because i like looking at things that make me mad. i like the adrenaline 😈 remind me to spend an hour blocking all the x reader tags im sick of seeing them and they never just tag it x reader. eugh.

worst blorboficiation

look. as a maegor the rapist and joffrey the psychopath blorbofier i really cant judge. i mean THEON is problematique and also a rapist. but its honestly aegon ii.... i dont get it!!! the eldest son thing + I GUESS jilted by his father is the only parts i get. he's just boring and lame and sucks idk 😭!!! he's just a incel to me im sowwy.... maybe if i actually watched hotd id like him Who knows. god and he doesnt even fuck a milf... the actor is cute though i like his british face.

for the main series. im sorry its roose!!! i follow and am followed by wonderful roosegirls but ill never understand it. girl WHY. roosefuckers i understand but roose as ur meow meow? ur poor meow meow?? genuinely please explain to me i am so curious...

part of canon you think is overhyped

idk if im answering this right but azor ahai/prince that was promised. i cant get into it. there are prophecies i love like the valonqar or the quaithe stuff but AA/PTWP are kinda mid... i think its because people too often use it as a way to go like MY guy is the most important no its MY guy. and its like guys thats so fckn lame!!! you cannot convince me that aa/ptwp are the Main point of the story

[supernatural-stuffs]

Fire Safety-Part 2

A/N: So I got this edited in time for RPF Appreciation Day! Hope ya’ll like it. 

Warnings: language, angst (kinda), floofy fluff

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Disclaimer: Both Jensen and Jared are single for the purposes of this fic. No hate intended towards either of their wives or families-this is purely fiction!!!

Word Count: 4,069

Jared’s POV

Jensen waited until Y/N had disappeared behind the costume trailer before turning to me. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him what place he had in mind for drinks when he drew his hand back sharply and punched me in the arm, hard.

“Ow! What the hell?”

“I should be asking you the same thing! Why are you being an asshole to Y/N?”

I glared at him and started walking towards the parking lot. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I knew what he was talking about. But I wasn’t about to admit that and get into a lengthy discussion with Jensen about my feelings. I just wasn’t in the mood.

He followed me, close on my heels.

“Come on man, you can’t even be happy for her? I thought you liked her! I thought you’d be glad she was sticking around!”

God, I should have known he wasn’t going to let this go. I sighed and turned to him.

“I do like her! That’s why this sucks!”

Jensen frowned at me in confusion and shook his head. “Jesus, did you hit your head or something? You’re not making any sense.”

“Jensen,” I grabbed his shoulder to keep him from walking past me. “I am going to have to spend every second with her for who the fuck knows how long. I’m going to see her every day, and know that we will never be anything more than friends. I thought I could do it, I thought I could live with her seeing me just as a friend but I can’t watch her flirt with you every goddamn day and be okay with that!”

I turned around, intending to storm to the car in a huff (because I’m an actor, goddammit, I know how to make a dramatic exit), but a hand on my sleeve stopped me from going any further. I sighed and rotated back to Jensen, who was looking at me like I had grown a second head.

“Wait, wait a second. Flirt with me?”

“Who else did you think I was talking to?” I retorted angrily. God, sometimes he could be so dense.

Rather than get angry back, Jensen looked at me with that incredulous face. And then he burst into laughter.

“Alright,” I said, annoyed. “I’m leaving now.”

He held up a finger, howling in laughter. “Hang on,” he said in between breaths. “You-” snicker “think that-” another giggle “Y/N likes me?”

I folded my arms across my chest and gave him a bitch face Sam Winchester would be proud of. “Yes! Y/N likes you! You two are always flirting and giggling about something or another. And then I come around and it gets all weird. She clams up.”

Jensen, who was finally finished with his chuckle-fest, stood up straight finally. “God, I knew you were stupid, but it’s even worse than I thought,” he said somberly.

I rolled my eyes and turned to leave again but he latched onto my jacket again. “Jared. Y/N is not into me. She likes you. Swear to God.”

I eyed him skeptically. “How do you know that?”

It’s not like I believed him. But I at least wanted to know what prompted this delusion.

“You haven’t seen the way she looks at you?”

I shook my head slowly, not comprehending his words.

“It’s almost as pathetic as the way you look at her. And the way she talks about you-it’s like you’re some kind of god sent from heaven.”

“She talks about me?” I muttered. Now I was getting my hopes up.

“Even more than you talk about her, buddy.“ He clapped me on the shoulder.

“But you guys-you’re so close-”

Jensen shook his head in disgust. “Eugh. I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s hot, but she’s like my little sister.”

I looked at him in disbelief. “You’re just saying this so I’ll go talk to her.”

Jensen shrugged. “Maybe. But think about it, dude. She could have called anyone last night. But she called you.” He raised his eyebrows in challenge and folded his arms over his chest, satisfied with his argument.

I hadn’t thought about it that way. But it didn’t necessarily mean she had feelings for me-if anything, it solidified the fact that Y/N did indeed think of me as a friend, a friend that she could count on. And at least I had that to go on. I opened my mouth to say something back to Jensen-what was going to come out of my mouth, I have no idea-but Jensen smacked me on the shoulder for the second time that day and nodded over my shoulder.

“Geez,” I scowled at him, rubbing my arm. “That’s gonna bruise,” I muttered as I turned to see Y/N walking towards us.

She made her way to us through the gates, and I noted that she had changed out of the clothes I had lent her into some jeans and a tank top that hugged her curves much more tightly than the clothes she usually wore, along with a pair of converse. She looked uncomfortable in the clothes, and she kept fiddling with the bracelet she always wore, a habit I only saw emerge when she felt awkward or nervous.

She caught my eye and looked away quickly. She tried to hide the dejected look on her face, but I still saw it. Fuck. I really was an asshole to her. I had to fix this. But how?

Just tell her, dummy. A little voice (who, unsurprisingly, sounded a lot like Jensen) whispered in my head.

What? Are you crazy? I can’t do that. What if she turns me down?

At least you’ll know you tried.

Dear God. I was having a full conversation with myself. Probably due to the lack of sleep. Or I was just going crazy. Probably a little bit of both, to be honest. Because I was with her now, and I couldn’t think straight when I was around her. Especially not with those jeans that accentuated her hips and that tank top, outlining the curve of her breasts. I wondered what her body would feel like under mine, what her voice would sound like as she moaned out my name, what her-

No. Jesus, this was the worst possible time to be thinking about that. Here I was, having an internal battle about confronting my feelings with her and my body was just screaming SEX SEX SEX over and over like some kind of horny teenager.

I uncomfortably shifted in my stance, hoping to head off things before it became noticeable, but Jensen had noticed my discomfort and he gave me a little nudge and a wicked grin. I gave him what I hoped was an intimidating ‘shut up and don’t say anything embarrassing’ look, but he just waggled his eyebrows in return.

“Y/N!” he called out, way more loudly and excitedly than the situation merited. “Did you let everyone know we’re going out?”

She nodded and fished her phone from her pocket, which she had obviously retrieved from her trailer. “Started a group chat. I told everyone I’d let them know where we’re going when you guys figure it out.”

Oh. We hadn’t actually figured anything out. Luckily, Jensen seemed to have thought ahead.

“Me and Jared here decided on The Morrissey. Right, Jared?” he sent a smirk in my direction.

“Um…right. They’ve got great…beer there. Not just beer though…they have other kinds of alcohol too…”

Y/N shot both of us a weird look. “Okay…I’ll let everyone know.”

As she typed away on her phone, Jensen leaned over. “Smooth,” he murmured, so only I could hear.

I shot him another stink eye. Hanging out with Jensen really gave me a chance to work on perfecting the sassier aspects of Sam Winchester.

“Hmm?” Y/N asked, looking up from her typing. “Did you say something, Jens?”

“I was just saying to Jared over here how great you look. Doesn’t she look great, Jared?” he stared at me, hard. God, I was going to murder him tonight.

“Uhh yeah. You look amazing, Y/N. Where’d you get the getup? I thought you left all your clothes at your apartment.”

She messed with her bracelet again, uncomfortable with the attention. “Thanks. It was pretty much the only thing that fit me from the costume department that wasn’t flannel.” She looked down at herself self-consciously. “You don’t think it’s too tight?”

“No!” I said emphatically. “I mean, um, no. You look great. Really awesome.”

She laughed a little and blushed, looking surprised at my compliment. “Thanks.”

A sad look crossed her face, then, and she looked away. I remembered my asshole reaction to her news again, and cursed myself. You had to go and fuck everything up, Jared. Now she probably thinks you hate her.

Jensen cleared his threat and ushered us toward the car. “Well. We shouldn’t keep Cliff waiting any longer, eh?”

Well this sucks. I sat slumped at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey while everyone celebrated around me. Even Y/N was in better spirits than I was, even though just hours earlier she had been told that all of her belongings had been taken by the fire. It was a miracle she even got in here without ID. Luckily the bartender had been a fan of the show, and after an autograph from Jensen and me, he didn’t question her age. I watched as she took a sip of her beer, cheeks rosy from the alcohol. I guessed the fact that she had renter’s insurance really perked her up.

The sounds of her laughter floated down the table towards me. God, that laugh. I’d do anything to hear it every day for the rest of my life. But I had screwed it all up with her. She had barely even looked at me all night. In fact, she seemed pretty buddy-buddy with one of the extras on set, grinning as he flirted with her and cheering as he downed a succession of shots. So much for what Jensen had told me earlier. Even if Y/N had had feelings for me, they were obviously gone now. I glared at the extra, my gaze burning a hole in the back of his head.

Neither of them seemed to notice. He offered Y/N his hand, pulling her up from her stool and leading her towards the dance floor. Positioning himself behind her, his hands found their way to her hips. I growled. That was enough. It was bad enough seeing them flirting, but this? It was practically torture. I found myself stumbling over to them before I could even realize what I was doing. Apparently I was drunker than I thought.

“Y/N!” I slurred, still making my way across the floor, winding my way through couples.

Both Y/N and what’s-his-name paused in their movements. She pulled away from his grasp.

“Jared?” she looked concerned. “Is everything okay?”

I nodded emphatically. “Oh yeah, just great.” My words seemed to have trouble coming out of my mouth, like I was chewing on marbles. Y/N’s face was blurry and I swayed a bit as I tried to regain my balance. Why had I come over here anyway?

Y/N folded her arms and scrutinized me, finally noticing my alcoholic induced state. That’s right! Y/N! I had to tell her. Tell her how I felt. But I got distracted by her lips and the way they moved when she talked. I tried to grasp her words in my head but I just stared at her dumbly, mesmerized by her. My spell was broken when she sighed, frustrated, and turned to Mr. Extra.

“I’ve gotta go take care of this. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay Bryce?”

He gave me a dirty look, disappointed. “Aw, come on Y/N! Just ignore him. You’re supposed to be celebrating!”

He reached out for her again, hoping she would give in and continue to dance with him. I watched him, horrified. I was going to interject but my body seemed slow to catch up to my brain’s commands.

She danced around his hands, and jerked her head toward me. “No…I should really get him home. Bye, Bryce.”

She maneuvered herself under my arm, stopping my swaying. I cheered internally. Suck it, Bryce!

“Yeah,” I boasted. “She’s goin’ home with me.” I squeezed her shoulder, emphasizing my words.

Y/N groaned as Bryce glared at me. She tugged me towards the exit, stopping briefly near the bar stools.

“Jensen!”

Jensen glanced away from his drink and jumped up when he saw Y/N supporting me as I tried desperately to stay upright. His freckles swirled in my vision, and I giggled. Had they always been that silly?

“Woah. What’s wrong with him?”

Y/N huffed out a breath. “Nothing. Just really smashed. I’m gonna get him home before he does something stupid.”

“I’m not gon’ do somethin’ stupid. Jus’ wanna talk to you,” I protested.

Jensen gave me a once-over and then turned back to Y/N, ignoring me. “Do you want me to take him? It’s only midnight. You should stay.”

Y/N seemed to contemplate this, then shook her head. “I’ve got him. I was getting tired anyway.”

She grunted a little under my weight as I suddenly felt myself falling into her.

Jensen lunged for my other side, slinging my arm over his shoulder before Y/N and I both toppled over.

“At least let me help you get him to a cab,” he said, adjusting me so I was leaning mostly on him.

Y/N nodded, resuming her trek toward the exit. I resisted.

“I left my drink!” I protested.

“You can come back tomorrow and get it,” promised Y/N. “Though I highly doubt you’ll remember this by then,” she muttered.

I nodded, though I was confused by her words. Of course I’d remember this. I wasn’t that drunk.

Jensen and Y/N wrestled me into a car, and Y/N slid into the seat next to me, shutting the door. Jensen leaned his head in through the window to eye me skeptically.

“You sure you got him?”

“We’ll be fine, Jens. See you in the morning.”

He didn’t look assured, but handed her a wad of cash anyway. Y/N expressed her thanks and rolled the window down. She leaned forward to give the driver the address, and I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. I had only meant to do it for a moment, but the next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake.

I felt a hand pat my cheek as Y/N shifted in her seat next to me. “Hey. You gotta wake up for me, Jare. I can’t carry you up to your room myself.”

I grunted in displeasure, but allowed her to tow me out of the cab and stagger to the door. Somehow she had gotten ahold of my keys, and we both stumbled through the door frame after she made quick work of the lock.

“Y/N,” I groaned.

“I know, Jared,” she said, sounding aggravated. “We’re on the way to bed. Just hang in there for a second.”

“No.” I stopped for a moment so she could see the seriousness of the situation. “Gotta tell you something.”

She tugged my hand forward, causing me to stumble forward, landing on something soft and plush. My bed. I settled into it, sighing deeply. It felt like only seconds later that I felt the mattress shift as she sat next to me.

“Come on, Jare. You gotta drink this, okay?”

I groaned, but sat up per her request as she handed me a large glass of water. Once I had gulped it down, I flopped back to my previous position. She brushed some of the hair out of my eyes, and I hummed in contentment as she scratched her nails gently across my scalp.

“What did you need to tell me?” she asked softly.

I opened my eyes to see her Y/E/C ones hovering over me.

“You’re pretty,” I slurred, reaching my hand up and caressing her cheek. Her skin was so soft, softer than I’d even imagined.

She blushed and leaned a little into my hand. She was close to me, so close I could smell the coconut-scented hair gel the hairdressers used. So I did what I had been wanting to do since I met her. I kissed her, tilting my head up and pressing my lips gently to hers. She stayed still-in shock, I suppose-for a moment. Then she melted into me, responding to the kiss. I moved my lips against hers sloppily, my movements somewhat stunted.

Then she was gone, pushing herself away from me. My eyes shot open, and I reached for her again, confused. She had seemed to enjoy it, so why had she suddenly stopped? She scooched even farther across the bed to avoid my grabbing hands. She was shaking her head, looking sad.

“Jared…we can’t do this.”

I looked at her in shock. Then it hit me. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want me.

“Oh,” I nodded, my heart lying shattered in my chest. “You don’t want to.”

“No!” she said quickly. “God, of course I want to. But you-you’re drunk. You’ll regret this in the morning. We can just pretend it never happened, okay?”

She turned away from me and headed towards the door.

“Y/N!”

She looked back at me, her face crestfallen.

“I could never regret you,” I told her sincerely.

I thought I saw tears brimming in her eyes before she directed her gaze at the floor.

“Please stop, Jared,” she whispered. “You don’t mean any of this, okay? And I just don’t want to be some drunken mistake.”

She left before I could respond. I slumped against the headboard dejectedly. Fuck. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. I wanted to go after her, to convince her that I really did want her, that I had wanted her since the moment I saw her. But my eyes were getting heavier and heavier, and I couldn’t fight off the onslaught of sleep anymore. Apparently this would have to wait till tomorrow.

I had been run over by a car. No, not a car. A semi. At least, that’s what it felt like when I awoke with a start around 3 am. I groaned and closed my eyes again, trying to get at least a few hours of sleep before the hangover came knocking even worse. But my stomach had other ideas.

I barely made it to the toilet before everything was coming up. And it definitely didn’t taste as good the second time around. I was mid-heave when I heard a soft knock at the door.

“Jared? Are you okay?”

Shit shit shit. Y/N. Fragments of last night flashed in my brain. Y/N helping me to a cab, Y/N helping me to bed, Y/N kissing me. No, wait. Me kissing Y/N. I cringed. I had been a drunken mess, practically slobbering on her. And then she had pushed me away, and then…well then things got a little fuzzy. But I wasn’t given much time to contemplate on that before Y/N was knocking again.

“Jared?”

She sounded a little panicked that I hadn’t answered. I tried to open my mouth, tell her that I was fine, but another wave of nausea hit me and I was bending over the toilet again. Whatever sounds I made, it must not have been sufficient for her, because the knob was turning and the door was opening and oh God, she was right there, looking on in concern as I worshipped the porcelain throne.

She rushed to my side and rubbed slow circles on my back as I finished expelling my stomach for all it was worth. Jesus Christ, how embarrassing. But then again, embarrassment seemed to be becoming a recurring theme for me.

I wiped my mouth with a shaky hand and sat back against the headboard, avoiding meeting Y/N’s eyes. She sat back, too, still watching me. I forced myself to look at her. I met her gaze, and more of last night came flooding in. Y/N pushing away from me, Y/N shaking her head, looking upset, Y/N’s eyes filling with tears.

“God, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

She smiled at me tightly, standing and rummaging around on the vanity. She finally found the small Dixie cup she had been looking for and filled it with water.

“It’s okay, really. Happens to the best of us.”

She handed me the water and I swallowed it down, thinking that this all felt very familiar. A memory flitted around in my brain, a conversation Y/N and I had had, but it escaped before I could pin it down. I decided to broach the subject. Maybe talking about it would help me remember, help me pinpoint when it all went wrong.

“Not just about this,” I gestured to the bathroom offhandedly. “Though I’m sorry about this, too…I meant about last night.”

Y/N looked at the counter and forced a laugh. “Don’t worry about it. Like I said, happens to the best of us. Just a stupid drunken mistake.”

A drunken mistake. A drunken mistake. Those words echoed in my head over and over. Where had I heard her say that before?

And then, with the intensity of a flash of lightning, the rest of the night came back to me.

“Of course I want to…I just don’t want to be some drunken mistake.” I could still see her dejected face and hear the hurt in her voice. But she had wanted to. She had wanted me. 

I stood up, not even knowing what I was going to do, just that I was going to do something. But a wave of dizziness overtook me, the sudden movement making my stomach churn. I swallowed down my nausea. I had to know if I remembered right. I had to do this.

Y/N immediately moved to my side, grabbing my shoulder to steady me. She focused those Y/E/C eyes on me.

“Woah. Take it easy there.”

I shook my head, my mind made up. I wasn’t going to let some dumb hangover stop me. Though I did need to brush my teeth. My breath tasted rank. I couldn’t even imagine how it smelled. Okay, first teeth brushing, then confession time.

I mumbled something about my toothbrush and she moved out of the way, still watching me cautiously as though I’d pass out any second. Which, given the way this night was going, wasn’t actually that out of the question.

I managed to make it through the simple task without any more major catastrophes, though. Y/N, who had been overseeing me, made a movement as if to leave.

“Well, if you’re feeling better, then-”

“Wait. Y/N.”

She looked at me curiously. No going back now.

“I changed my mind.”

She gave me a quizzical look. I could almost see the wheels turning in her brain trying to figure out what I meant.

“I’m not sorry about last night.”

She shook her head, still confused. I placed my hand on her shoulder tentatively. Her gaze shot to it and then back to me, her confusion only growing.

“I meant every word. I only wish I had the balls to say it when I was sober.”

Her mouth opened slightly as she processed my words. But I was tired of waiting. I pulled her closer to me, sliding my hand up through her hair, the other still placed on her shoulder. I hesitated only a moment, giving her a chance to pull away before I touched my lips to hers for the second time that night.

She was so much better than my drunken memories, her lips soft and plush and her nose nudging mine as she readjusted her position to deepen the kiss. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me impossibly closer. I couldn’t get enough of her, my hands caressing her cheeks, her back, her waist.

She pulled back all too soon. With her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips and mussed hair, she was more beautiful than I had ever seen her.

“Are you sure you’re not still drunk?” she breathed, her eyes wide, still trying to find her breath.

I laughed and pulled her back to me, her body tight against mine as our lips found each other again.

I’ve never been so happy to be stone-cold sober.