Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Title: Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Author:  Kat

Reader Gender:  N/A

Word Count: ~1500

Summary: Written for @torn-and-frayed   Songs of Supernatural Season 1 Challenge

#Songs of SPN #Songs of Season 1 Challenge

Warnings:   Not much, scary premonitions, near death experience

A/N:  My song was Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult

Character: Jensen Ackles

Tags: @deans-princess-crybaby  @space-cats-in-purgatory  @bloodysideofhell  @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  @mrswhozeewhatsis  @mamaimpala  @timewoundsallheals1210  @the-mrs-deanwinchester  @aprofoundbondwithdean  @anastasiarosez  @mamapeterson  @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki  @deanwinchester-af  @adaisinwonderland  @theweirdymcweirderson  @mysaintsasinner  @oh-jesus-sammy  @blacktithe7  @iwantthedean @johngirl-207  @iamflanneltrash  @deandoesthingstome  @mrsjohnsmith  @sis-tafics  @ackleslaugh  @fangirling-instead-of-working  @eyes-of-a-disney-princess  @for-the-love-of-dean  @salvachester  @skybinx-blog  @loveitsallineed  @superbluhoo2  @winchesterswoonathon  @crzcorgi  @ilostmyshoe-79  @kittenofdoomage  @supernatural-jackles  @impalapossible  @1whit85  @jotink78  

“C.mon, Jensen!” He could hear his dad yelling, even over all the other parents’ cheering.

He tipped his hat back with a finger, pulled back his arm and pitched the ball. The batter missed on his swing and the baseball landed with a sharp thwack in the catcher’s glove.

“Out!” the umpire called.

Cheers from the home team drowned the boos from the away team and Jensen heard his dad’s signature whistle telling him he was doing a good job. They were nearing the end of the sixth inning and Jensen’s arm was getting tired. Their team was only one down, though and Jensen had powered through the pain before.

The third batter stepped up to the plate and readied himself for Jensen’s pitch. If he could strike this player out, they could start the seventh inning and they would have a chance to win the game. Jensen rotated his shoulder, trying to relieve some of the tension that was built up. It didn’t work. Jensen wound back and threw the ball. Strike. Shift, stretch, wind, toss. Strike. Shift, stretch, wind, toss. Tear. 

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I never spared you of pictures

The lovely, talented, and industrious @ciceroprofacto has made an attempt to decipher Those Five Words from Alexander Hamilton’s infamous letter to John Laurens. Her deduction of their content* is the title of this little ficlet that formed as a result….

“Will you hurry up? Anyone could walk in.”

“Almost there. Hold the pose,” Laurens told him.

Hamilton sighed so deeply that his shoulders rose and fell with it. Laurens’ pencil paused. “That’s not holding, dear boy. Keep still.”

“Get. On. With it. There are a million things I haven’t done yet; I could be–”

“Shh.” The pencil flowed over Laurens’ sketchbook again. “You know, when the war’s over and you’re a famous General, you’ll need to sit for portraits.”

“One: Presumably when I’m a famous General, I’ll have my own aides to tackle my correspondence; Two: Thank you for saying ‘when’ and not 'if;’ and Three…” he paused as his eyes flickered downward at his own form, “Three: presumably I will not be nude in those portraits.”

Laurens bit the inside of his lip to avoid smirking. “Well, if it’s à la Grècque….”

“Oh, do shut up and finish,” Hamilton retorted.

“If you’re going to pout, I can hardly complete this,” Laurens insisted. “You’ve moved your chin.”

“I’ll move something else if you don’t–”

Laurens set aside his book and rose in one fluid movement. He crossed the room, looming over his subject. “Lift the chin,” he ordered, one hand underneath the noncompliant feature. As he applied pressure to Hamilton’s jaw, he also leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on the yielding mouth below.

“Oh, lift the chin, why didn’t you say so?” Hamilton replied. He reached up as if to claim another kiss; Laurens batted his hand away.

“Back in position,” he chided, “and I’ll reward you when we’re done.”

With another sigh, Hamilton resumed his pose. Laurens tapped the tip of his nose affectionately and returned to his pad. His pencil moved more quickly thereafter.

*I agree that if those are the words, this is a more literal interpretation than Hamilton likely meant, but hey, it’s fun to play around with it.

Firebird - Chapter 8

word count: ~1270

Firebird Series Masterlist - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7

“Y/N,” Jensen began. “I have a feeling Jared was just trying to do us a favor.”

His words seemed to have a tight grip on your stomach, as it felt like it was in knots.

“What do you mean, Jensen?” you almost whispered, terrified and excited by what he may say next.

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Coffee Stains and Windowpanes

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by HalfwayToHell

Since meeting the boy over the webcam, Jensen had thought there would never be someone as lovely as him. He finds himself proven wrong on the first day of class when he meets Jared–a sweet, shy, doe-eyed boy in his Literary Analysis class. Jensen–in all of his years of teaching–had never felt the way he did when he looked at Jared. He had never felt the shuddering in his chest cavity and his dark desires whisper to him constantly. They whisper of Jared’s loveliness, of how innocent he looks, and of how Jensen must have him. Ever since that moment their eyes met in his classroom, Jensen’s thoughts are corrupted with the images of the freshman boy in a baggy sweatshirt and Converse.

Words: 2545, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of American Sweetheart

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it’s done!!

You and Me of the 10,000 Wars by sahiya

Chapters: 10/10, complete
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Hockey RPF
Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews, Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome
Characters: Jonathan Toews, Patrick Kane, Sidney Crosby, Connor McDavid, Chicago Blackhawks Ensemble
Additional Tags: Future Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Retirement, GM!Kaner, Therapy, Career Change, Life Is Hard and Messy, Friendship, Established Relationship, Coming Out, Head Injury

Summary: How Jonny got his groove back post-hockey (and how Patrick righted the sinking ship that is the Edmonton Oilers).

anonymous asked:

People keep forgetting that Adam is happily married and Daisy is in a committed relationship and shipping them with each other or anyone else is really fucking gross, especially since we know that it's not true.

Fandoms are always doing shit like this. They don’t actually care about the actors and actresses, they only care about themselves and what ships they like. The actors and actresses will be harassed on social media about ships & stuff, and whenever a fandom really likes a ship, it bleeds into the actors & actresses and becomes a real people ship, even when it’s insulting to the people involved.

Heck, the Doctor Who fandom even shipped a man who’s marriage has been vitally important to him ever since he started his acting career, and shows how important she is to him by never taking his wedding ring off, even when acting, with a woman who’s just a few years younger than his marriage, all because they ship the characters together. And they don’t see the problem with that.

The Costume

Hello Everyone! This is my second Carrison fic, although this is just a one little shot that I came up with at 5 am. When I woke up with the urge to type this oneshot about a freaking Halloween costume that I’ve seen Harrison wear in pictures. Anyways thank you so much to @titasjournal for doing the beta on this and for always being there for me not only for carrison but just personally. And for always encouraging me to write my ideas about Carrison so thank you! So, here it is please let me know what you think and how I can make them better. Also let me know if you guys want me to push myself to do more. So please message me or ask! And of course as you’ve guessed it this is a rpf and its all part of my imagination! I mean no disrespect to anyone especially Carrie, Harrison,Calista or anyone so please don’t come after me with that, anyways thank you so much hope you enjoy it as much as I did typing!

“Harrison where are…. “ Carrie starts laughing at what she comes across once she enters the room - Harrison leaning against her vanity, moving downwards, putting some eyeliner in a ridiculous wig and Halloween costume.

“What are you laughing at?” Harrison asks innocently, pretending not to know what she’s laughing at.

“I didn’t expect your Halloween costume to be this hilarious!” Carrie says, between fits of laughter.

“Oh god, I think this is by the far the funniest costume you’ve ever worn! But I’m not complaining. Even in that you like pretty hot, flyboy.” Carrie says, winking to him.

“Of course I do.” Harrison jokes, winking back to her.

“Gosh, those pants are really something!” Carrie says, laughing again. She just can’t get enough of Harrison’s costume.

“This is nothing compared to the jacket I’m planning on putting on.” Harrison says, knowing how ridiculous that red thing is going to look and how Carrie will react to it.

“Can’t wait! Anyways, since I haven’t got anything to wear for tonight I have to go with Billie and see what costume we can come up with! Although it won’t be as crazy as yours hotshot.” Carrie says, gathering her purse from the room.

“Maybe you should wear that slave costume, sweetheart.” Harrison teases her and winks at Carrie.

“I bet those fellas obsessed with that costume would sure have a fit of how I would look now.”

“Listen sweetheart: you’re just as beautiful as tt day I meet you so don’t you go on telling me about how you think you look. Because trust me, I know how beautiful you’re inside and out. So I don’t wanna hear about it.” Harrison says with a serious tone.

“ Aren’t you sweet.” Carrie jokes, but being deeply touched by his words.

“Anyways I gotta go and find a costume to wear tonight. See you later hotshot.” Carrie says walking out of the bedroom.

A few hours later Carrie comes back to find Harrison putting on that ridiculous jacket he said he would be wearing. And oh gods is it an eyesore.

“ I don’t know what’s funnier, those pants or that jacket.” Carrie teases Harrison.

“Hey now, this is my only chance to bring my funny side out in public and it’ll be acceptable.” Harrison winks at her.

“Well then don’t let me stop you. I’ll go on and put mine on.”

“Can’t wait sweetheart, although you can’t outdo me.” Harrison tells her teasingly with a grin plastered on his face.

“No, maybe I won’t outdo you, but I’ll bring something out of you, that’s for sure.” Carrie says as she leaves back a grinning Harrison.

A few moments later Carrie comes dressed in what is Harrison’s favorite Leia outfit, only because it brings him good memories from the filming days of empire strikes back and because it reminds him of the good old times in Norway. Standing near the doorway is an ecstatic Carrie dressed as Hoth Leia. She knows she’s made Harrison remember their good times in Norway and she can’t help but be proud, because she’s won the best Halloween costume. Walking towards Harrison, she can’t help but smirk as his eyes travel down her body, taking her in.

“Carrie, why are you doing this to me! We are never going to make it to that party with you dressed like this.”

“Why not?” Carrie asks innocently, knowing very well what she’s doing.

“You know damn well what that outfit reminds me of.” an annoyed Harrison responds.

Carrie can’t help but laugh at poor frustrated Harrison.

“Oh come on let’s go darling we’ll be late.”

“Gary buddy come on let’s go.” Carrie yells out to Gary who comes inside the room with ear muffs around his head representing those silly cinnamon rolls Carrie in the first film.

“What did poor Gary do to deserve that awful hairdo sweetheart?” Harrison says teasingly

“Nothing, but if I had to endure that hairdo, so can he. Now come on we really gotta go.”

“Why don’t we just stay here and replay our Norway trip.”

“Maybe after the party, hotshot. Now let’s get going.”

“Yes ma'am.” Harrison winks at her.

dudes tryin to kiss on my neck literally stops and goes “are you fucking reading a book right now” like no it’s hockey rpf but good try bud. stay weird

Beauty And The Freak (Septiplier AU)

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by ZombieHatter

Pastel!Mark x Punk!Jack High School AU
“I used to wanna be living like there’s only me, and now I spend my time thinking ‘bout a way to get you off my mind. I used to be so tough, never really gave enough and then you caught my eye giving me the feeling of a lightning strike.” - Somebody To You by The Vamps
Warnings: Mature Language, Bullying, Homophobia, My Frist FanFiction Ever.
Highest Achievement: #264 in Fanfiction on Wattpad

Words: 6928, Chapters: 10/10, Language: English

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Definitely Non-Sexual Neck Bruises

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by dancing_homestuck

Ray has been glaring at the bruise on Ryan’s neck all day and Ryan just can’t figure out why

Words: 6371, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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by StardustDragon

Michael and Ryan have their second date.

This is a sequel to “Love Like That.”

Words: 1178, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Love Like That

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Pain in the Neck

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by peoplearenotokay

Normally, Phil loved Dan’s snakebites. The younger got them when he was 16, before he met Phil, inspired by the cool looking emos on MySpace he aspired to be. Phil had never known Dan without the piercings, had only ever seen pictures of him before he got them. They were a part of Dan, and Phil loved them. Normally.

aka Vampire Phil

Words: 2926, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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anonymous asked:

Hi, just finished "If only they knew" and I absolutely loved it! Normally I'm not into RPF but now I will explore more of your stories cuz this was so good. Great job! 👍

Hey! Thank you so much, anon! That’s always very nice when people who usually don’t read rpf likes my fics. Thanks!!

Going to the Chapel

Title: Going to the Chapel
Category: Hockey RPF
Genre: Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex
Pairing: Ryan Nugent-Hopkins/Taylor Hall/Jordan Eberle, Carey Price/PK Subban, Dylan Strome/Mitch Marner
Rating: General
Summary: The one where half the NHL plans Ryan, Taylor, and Jordan’s wedding. And no one is surprised.


They don’t exactly kidnap her, but when Ference and Gaz hustle her away after practice, Ryan’s pretty sure it’s not because they have ideas on how to improve her skills. She’s right.

The store they take her to is huge and bright and holy shit white.

“Wedding dresses?” she asks blankly because she has to be dreaming. There’s no way the majority of her team has dragged her out wedding dress shopping. There’s no way a single salesperson is ready for this many hockey players in a dress store. Hell, she’s not ready to take on this many Oilers in a dress store, even if some of the older, more stable guys are involved.


Imagine sending a bath snap to the wrong person

You snapped the picture, adding the caption ‘Romantic bubble bath… now all I need is a man’ before sending it off to your friend Sophie. The two of you often joked about how much you needed a significant other in your life, so pictures like this weren’t out of the ordinary.

Sebastian’s phone lit up with a snapchat notification while he doing an interview for Captain America, and he glanced at it where it rested beside him.

Seeing it was just a snapchat from you, he looked back at the interviewer, knowing that it probably wasn’t important.

“You can answer it,” she said, and he shook his head.

“It’s only Y/N,” he assured her.

“Well then you have to answer it,” she insisted, “My next question was about your relationship with her.”

He laughed, picking up his phone and typing in his code, “There is no relationship.”

“Are you sure?” she prompted, teasingly, and Seb shook his head, laughing.

He finally opened the snap, seeing the picture of your legs in the bath, and choked on his own saliva.

“Shit,” he mumbled, tapping out a reply quickly before putting his phone down.

“Are… are you okay?” the interviewer asked, eyeing him quizzically.

“Yeah,” he nodded, unconvincingly, “All good.”

“Okay… so, about you and Y/N-”

You reached for your phone when you saw the screen light up with a notification, frowning when you saw it was Seb. You opened up snapchat and saw the messages, blushing deeply when you realised you’d sent the last picture to him instead. 

That bath big enough for the both of us?

Because this interview is over soon

I could be with you in twenty minutes

Life Lined Up On The Mirror (don't blow it)

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by TideNightWalker

Mark is a cop sent on an undercover mission to bring in a hacker who has been evading the law for years.

His name is Jack.

Mark didn’t plan on untruthfully befriending the hacker, but he did.

Now, it’s all going to hell.

(Title from “Mirror On The Wall” by Lil Wayne ft. Bruno Mars)

Words: 121, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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LANA DEL REY is shopping in the grocery store. She picks up a box of muffins, inspects them, and puts them in her cart.

LADY GAGA emerges from the bathroom.

LADY GAGA: Hey! those are my muffins!

LANA: what? No theyre not. I just put them in my cart

LADY GAGA: I called dibs!

LANA: you cant call dibs they were just laying here

LADY GAGA: Yeah, why do you think I put them in the produce section. they dont belong there.

LANA: look, dude, I dont even want them

LADY GAGA: give them back to me then

LANA: You know what? no. I want these muffins now.

LADY GAGA: you’re going to regret this—

LANA DEL REY runs to checkout and buys them. LANA DEL REY drives home and walks in where GRIMES is lounging on a pile of dirty clothing.

GRIMES: hey lana :) um sorry if the toilets are a little messed up I was flushing forks down them haha

LANA: Hi Claire. Ugh, I just had the weirdest experience at the store–

LANA gets a call. we cut to MARINA DIAMANDIS running on a treadmill.

MARINA: hey Lizzy you better turn the tv on right now someones talking about you on the news

LANA: (fumbling to turn on the tv) I told you not to call me that–

KATY PERRY, news anchor: hello. Here today we have super pop star artist and gay activist Lady Gaga with a shocking story to tell.

LADY GAGA: yes. Thank you Katy. I was coming home from my live concert in which I performed for gay orphans with cancer and I had my heart set on these muffins. I go in the store and this woman wearing a huge gold chain took my muffins. I called dibs! How could she do that?

KATY: shocking indeed. Here we have a picture of the attacker from the store security camera. my sources are telling me that this woman is singer Lana Del Rey. I’ve never heard of her. Well folks… that is truly telling about how much  disrespect this woman has for the gay community, and children who are gay and have cancer and are orphans

GRIMES: oh hey Lana… I know you wanna call in but please dont dignify this rumor with a response–

LANA: yes? Hello? This is Lana Del rey?

KATY: Here on the phone we have Lana Del Rey , attacker of Lady Gaga who is a gay activist and superstar.

LANA: hello? Id like to say that um, her dibs were Bullshit cause, she just left them in the produce section. This is ridiculous.

LADY GAGA: you don’t understand dibs! You don’t understand dibs!

LANA: You just left them in the produce section! How was I supposed to know you wanted them?

LADY GAGA: I TOLD you I had dibs! I told you! I told you! I want them back! They were the only ones left! I can’t believe this!

LANA: that’s too Fucking bad. Cause I ate them.

KATY: wait a second. Hold on folks. Are you saying already ate them? Ms Gaga was this a small package of muffins, like, 3 or 4?

LADY GAGA: No Katy. There were a great deal more than that.

KATY: ms Del Rey do you remember how many exactly were in the box?

GRIMES: Lana please dont—

LANA: There were twelve. There were twelve muffins.

KATY: just to be clear, since this morning, you ate all the muffins?

LANA: Yeah. I ate them all in one sitting in my car cause I have no self control and I hate myself

For Research

Word Count: 700

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, alcohol use

A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s SPN Celebration Challenge. NSFW Gif 42. There’s background on this though. Karina challenged me and said that if she gave me the SMUTTIEST gif she had there was no way that I could NOT write smut. As most of you know, I don’t write smut. Not because I’m a wholesome flower, which I am, but because I just can’t. Challenge accepted. 


You were sitting alone in the apartment you shared with Jensen studying your script for your role in Deadpool. You’d talked to Ryan earlier that day before you left the set and discussed the sex scenes you’d be filming and how to best go about keeping everything ‘not weird’ as Ryan so nicely put it. The more you read the script the more you realized you weren’t really reading it at all, completely zoning out. You stood up and noticed the clock said it was after midnight; Jensen must’ve been stuck at work again. You grabbed your bottle of wine and sat back down, turning on the TV and flipping through the channels while you drank.

“Hey baby!” Jensen entered the apartment and tossed his keys on the table. “Sorry I’m so late we ran way behind. Jared wouldn’t stop fuckin’ with Misha. It was actually really – “ He was cut short when he saw you sitting on the couch with an almost fully drunk bottle of wine and your script in front of you, completely engrossed in porn on the TV. “What are you doing?”

“Research.” You answered, clearly drunk.

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