i want to thank the good lord for making me a yankee

anonymous asked:

Headcanons about Dark Percy getting back the Curse of Achilles after the Giant War because he's not just the savior og Olympus anymore, he's the weapon of Olympus. Bonus points for Dark Percabeth!

They send me away to find them a fortune
A chest filled with diamonds and gold
The house was awake
With shadows and monsters
The hallways they echoed and groaned

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anonymous asked:

Hey do you have any destiel fanfic recs? I haven't read in a while and I want to start back in!

Hey Anon!

Thank you for coming to my inbox!! I hope I don’t disappoint you:)

The list

All fics are from my bookmarks on ao3.


It’s Based on rating (General audience to explicit)

The links are to either the story itself, or in two cases, to a filtered page with works, since I’m on mobile and that’d take ages.

description is sometimes not very specific. (If related to more than one fic)

I tagged the authors whose Tumblr I could find, if not, I added a link to their ao3 account.

All ratings that are not General Auduance have a “important tags/warnings” section. It’s not always work tags, but also warnings. I tried keeping it in order, but also added missing information (such as top/bottom in the mature and explicit)

The descriptions aren’t summaries. They’re non-spoilery descriptions by me.

At the bottom of each listed fix, under the warnings section, there’s status.

C means complete

W means WIP (work in progress)

Hope my list is helpful!

The list itself is under the cut. 

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Serenade Me

Summary: Reader is a singer that works in Ruby’s nightclub. Ruthless gangster John Winchester comes into the club one night and takes an interest in her.
Characters in this chapter: Female Reader, John Winchester, Ruby, Benny Lafitte, Ash, Rufus Turner
Word Count: Around 1.6K
Warnings: Not really any that I can think of right now….
Author’s Note: Good or bad, please let me know what you think. Rum and Coca Cola by The Andrews Sisters.You Had Plenty Money 1922 by Peggy Lee video is Jessica Rabbit singing.

It was another late night with the usual crowd at Ruby’s. While Ash plucked the guitar and Rufus worked the drums, you took your place behind the microphone. More than several men gave excited shouts; some of which were quickly shushed by their dates.

The women were there to hear you sing. The men, on the other hand, were there to watch you sing.

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Preference #6: Hating On Your Vibe

#6: Hating on Your Vibe - He basically annoys you about something that you are very passionate about to a very high extreme. 


“If you dare say that Supernatural is a pointless show again, you can sleep on the couch for the rest of your damned life,” you hissed out of your teeth as you turned back to the show, the episode really one of the best ones that you had seen in a while.

“It’s all made up!” he pressed on, inching closer to your hand that held the remote as if you didn’t know what he was trying to do. “Like demons? Angels? Lord knows there ain’t anythin’ like that.”

“And when a demon possesses my body and you find me beating the hell out of you, don’t be surprised because you deserve it! You have a TV in our room, go and watch the game there!”

“This is my favourite seat,” he whined and you rolled your eyes at him. “Please? Pretty please?”

“For the last time no. I have waited all week for this episode and I am not missing it because you want to watch a dumb soccer game!”

“Oi, football is not dumb!”

“Guys chasing after a ball to kick it into a goal and faking injuries 24/7 for penalties. Sounds like a wonderful sport,” you snort only to yelp when he snatched the remote from your hand and changed the channel, his game starting just in time as you try and get it back from him.

“You can watch it online,” he reasoned, hugging you to his chest as he lay back on the couch, legs wrapped around yours so you couldn’t kick him and arms holding you tightly together.

“This isn’t fair!”

“Life ain’t fair either darlin’.”

Supernatural is better than this!”

“Nothing beats a good ole game of footie,” he reasoned, pressing a kiss to the top of your hairline as you shot daggers at him.

“You fucking owe me for making me watch this bullshit.”

“I’ll pretend to be that Dean character when we fuck tonight. Deal?”

“…for now.”


“Rise and shine darling,” he sang and you waved your hand blindly in the air, hoping to smack him for waking you up. It worked when you heard his soft “Ow” when your hand connected with the hardness of his chest.

“Fuck off, I’m sleeping,” you murmur into your pillow, pulling the sheets up around your shoulders, the warmth making you sigh in contentment.

“Firstly, thank you for bruising my chest. Secondly, it’s eleven in the morning. Thirdly, you promised me that you would go running with me this morning,” he said in your ear, tugging at your ponytail lightly as you made more incoherent noises, pushing at his chest to make him leave you alone to fall back asleep.

“I lied, I’m sorry, I’m having an affair with the bed. It’s too soon to leave. Have a good run baby come back soon,” you yawn out, rolling over onto your stomach as you cuddle a pillow to replace the entity that was normally Liam.

“Babe exercise is better than sleep, especially when you need—“

“Are you calling me fat?” You question, opening one eye and turning to him for the first time for the morning. He was dressed in a light brown hoodie and a pair of grey joggers as he propped his head up on his hand to stare at you. The panic on his face nearly made you lose your poker face as you accused him of bothering you about your insecurity of your weight even though you knew that it was never an issue and never would be with him.

“No not at all! Of course not, you’re perfect!” he stated immediately. “I’m just saying like a healthy way of gaining more energy and being fit would be to come running with me.”

“I pick sleep. Work me out later.” He sighed when you dropped him a glittering wink.

“Alright, if you insist. We’re gonna compensate for this no running thing though.”

“Can’t wait,” you say, blowing him a kiss as he walked out the door, laughing and shaking his head.


“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND WE COULD FEED A SMALL VILLAGE IN AFRICA WITH THAT MONEY!” you shout at him from the couch as he stared at you, eyes wide and bewildered as he offered you a brand new dress from what seemed to be Valentino. All your eyes trained on was the whooping $10,500 price tag that hung off of it.

“It thought it would look good on you and it’s your birthday in a couple days,” he explained. “Why are you shouting at me?”

“Oh my God Zayn that dress is so expensive, Jesus Christ can you still return it? Can you return Valentino? Oh my God you’re an idiot why would I need a Valentino dress you’re insane oh my God that could give feed an entire village in Africa for months—“

“Can you slow down?!” He placed the dress on the coffee table, ignoring how you flinched away from it like it was diseased. “I bought it so you could wear it. It’s not a big deal babe, really.”

“Zayn that 10K worth of cut up fabric,” you shudder. “I didn’t need a new dress babe, Lord knows that I would have made due with something in my closet next week.”

“But…like I wanted to buy it. It’s not a big deal. There was this one that I thought you would look good in too for around 12K but it had sequins and I know you don’t like those so I didn’t get it.” You found it alarming that he was willing to spend so much money on you. Extremely alarming that he was talking about it so casually like he had nothing to lose. Well, he really didn’t being Zayn Malik and all but just looking at the red fabric made you want to burst into tears because God it was so much money.

“Zayn…okay I know you wanna spoil me and all but, God, buy me shoes or something. Or like non-expensive things that I could probably buy myself. Like this dress is beautiful, it really is but I’m not accepting it. It’s way too much.”

“To be honest I don’t care,” he answered and you raised your eyebrows. It wasn’t often when Zayn disagreed about something with you, especially concerning money. “I wanted to buy it so I did. I’m giving it to you because I love you. End of discussion.”

“But Zayn—“

“End of discussion. Now mind taking off your clothes to try it on?”


“Love, we both know you only love baseball because of the fact that any man’s arse looks ten times better than it does normally.”

“Excuse fucking me Tomlinson but it takes hardly anything to run back and forth across a fucking field compared to having to hit 90 miles an hour baseballs hurtling at your face.”

You were having the age old argument with him. Honestly, normally it was something random that you wanted to talk about concerning baseball and you actually thought that you both could have a civilized discussion about sports. But of course, Louis always tried to upstage your preference by comparing how much better “football” was compared to your beloved baseball. And of course, you both ended up getting into an argument because of it.

“Oh please, what do you even know about baseball! You’re a girl!” That set you off immediately and he knew it. The moment it slipped out of his mouth, his eyes widened from his position on the kitchen counter to where he watched you slicing up an onion for dinner. Pointing the knife at him, he immediately raised his hands up in defence as you walked up closer to him.

“You know very well that I used to play baseball Tomlinson,” you said to him. “You know damn well that I was the starting pitcher and best right field that any team ever had. I’ve been watching and playing baseball almost as long as you’ve been playing and watching damned soccer so don’t tell me that I don’t know anything about my sport.”

“I’ll um wear the Yankees uniform for Halloween,” he bargained. “Just put the knife down babe.”

“The pants too?”

“Anything for you…and I’m not just saying yes because you have a knife pointed at me but because I love you very, very, very much.”


You were hanging onto his leg and he was just staring at you. There was no expression on his face other than just him looking down at you and probably thinking that you were close to insane. 

 “Please?” you begged and he shook his head. “Please? Come on it won’t hurt anyone!”

 “I’m not taking a selfie.” You hugged his leg tighter as he tried to wiggle away. 

“Harry please! You always say my selfies are so pretty, so be in one loser!” 

“Insulting me won’t make me take a selfie with you baby,” he replied, casually bending over to pick you up, squealing and shaking as he tickled you repeatedly. You knew Harry loved taking pictures, his photos always some weird boyband basic trend that you had seen so many times before. But hardly had he taken a selfie with you to post personally. He had no problem with stealing group photos and ones that other people took of you both, but when it came to taking picture of himself, you had literally never met anyone so camera shy. 

 “Please?” You laughed out once he finished with his tickles. “Just one selfie before we go to Liam’s party.”

“Do I have to?” he whined and you nodded. “I don’t even like photos baby please? People are gonna take pictures of us anyway!”

 “But I want a photo of us!” He groaned. 

 “Just this once,” he warned and you squealed, grabbing your phone and pressing a kiss to his cheek repeatedly so you knew he was gonna smile as you snapped the picture quickly. 

 “See! Look how fucking adorable that is!”

“Yeah yeah, let’s go Miss Paparazzi.”

Sports Reporter Riley Matthews whole world is turned upside down when Shortstop Lucas Friar signs with the Yankees, can she keep the secrets she’s held onto for the last thirteen years, can he keep the secrets he’s held onto?

Cross-posted to FF.net

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“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Riley’s voice grew loud as she threw the television remote down as she saw the commercial for the exclusive interview for the New York Eight, the nickname the media had given to Reese and his friends. “Dennis fucking Cavanaugh got this?”

“You okay Riles?” Auggie walked out from the kitchen with a sandwich.

Riley wasn’t sure if she was relieved or pissed. “I have a statement to go write. Lord only knows what Reese is going to say in that interview but I’ve held my tongue long enough.”

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