Angelina’s Best of May

This month was a little rough on me work wise, so if I missed something, I am so sorry! As I get busier at work, this may evolve into something else, but we will see what happens (I am open to suggestions via ask).  Thank you to all the amazing writings that grace us each and every day with their talents! 

Feel free to tag me in your works, but please be aware that I do not rec everything I read and sometimes the tags just don’t work.  I am trying something a little new this month and that is a spotlight, meaning if I could only rec one or two fics this month for y’all to read, what would it be - catch it at the end.  Sorry this got a little long! Not really sorry ;)



Iron Heart (link to masterlist) @kittenofdoomage (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader ABO)

Invisible (link to masterlist) @just-another-busy-fangirl (Dean x Reader)

Lips of an Angel (link to masterlist) @sis-tafics (previous Dean x Reader)

It’s What I Do @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog (Dean x Donna)

Sixty Seconds @thevioletthourr (Dean x Reader)

Sincere Apologies @winchester-family-business (previous Dean x Reader)

Won’t Let Go @deanssweetheart23​ (Dean x Reader)


I Know Your Wife, She Wouldn’t Mind (link to masterlist) @teamfreewill-imagine (Jared x Reader x Gen)

Changes (link to masterlist) @melissaj616 (Dean x Reader) 

Wake Me Up @kittenofdoomage (Sam x Reader)

Faithfully @impala-dreamer (Jensen x Reader)


Political Animals - Dean and Jo (part 1) @winchesterprincessbride (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jo - ABO AU)

Out of the Blue @iwantthedean (Dean x Nicole OC) 

Written @supernatural-jackles (Dean x Reader)

Perfect - Epilogue (link to masterlist) @supernatural-jackles (Jensen x Reader)

Take It All Back (link to masterlist) @iwantthedean (Jensen x Journey OC)

We Were Supposed to Celebrate @winchesters-favorite-girl (Sam x Daughter!Reader)

I Can Love You Like That @soab1967 (Jared x Plus!Size Reader) unable to tag


Machine @just-another-busy-fangirl (Sam x Donna x Dean no Wincest)

Hey Boss @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms (Demon!Dean x Demon!Reader)

We Can’t (link to masterlist) @melissaj616 (Jensen x Reader x Danneel)

Just For Tonight @impalaimagining (Jared x Reader x Jensen)

Night Moves @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader AU)

Just Long Enough @impalapossible (Jensen x Reader)

Double the Pleasure, Double the Fun @melissaj616 (Dean x Emily OC, Sam x Katie OC)

Heartbeat kink (Destiel) @ilostmyshoe-79

Sharing Is Caring @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms (Jared x Reader x Jensen)

Hold The Line @lipstickandwhiskey (Dean x Reader) 

Club Soda and Whiskey @nichelle-my-belle (Dean x Reader)

Writing Is Hard pt 10 @ilostmyshoe-79 (Dean x Reader)

On The Couch @just-another-busy-fangirl (Dean x Donna x Jody x Sam)


Confessions @67chevy-imagine (Dean x Reader) 

Reasons @67chevy-imagine (Sam x Reader)

But I Don’t Wanna @roxy-davenport (Daddy!Dean x Lydia OC daughter)

Can’t Help Falling in Love @d-s-winchester (Jensen x Nicole OC) 

The Little Things @melissaj616 (Dean x Reader) 


I Love@melissaj616 (Dean x Reader)

Tough Mudder Wager @deanssweetcherrypie (Jensen x Reader)

Stroke of Luck (link to part 1) @percywinchester27 (Dean x Reader)

Austin Nights (link to part 1) @arazialotis (Jensen x Reader)

Permanency @idreamofhazel (Sam x Reader) 

The Estate @just-another-busy-fangirl (no pairing)


Hunting Island @hollygopossum (Jensen x Reader)

Imagine a Wild Night in Rome@bringmesomepie56 (Jensen x Reader)

2am @supernatural-jackles (Dean x Reader) 

              *****SPOTLIGHT: If I could rec only ONE fic this month…******

The Spark Next Door @iwantthedean (Jensen x Reader) 

If you follow her and have read anything Nicole has written, you already know she has a beautiful gift for fluff, among other things. Although I love 99.99% of what she has written, this piece really took me back to why I fell in love with her writing in the first place and is probably the best piece I have read all year. Do yourself a favor and go read it. If you are not following her, do that too; stalk her master list (totally worth calling in sick for!) and let yourself get pulled into the world she creates through her words. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~yeah, I know, I couldn’t decide one just one!

Into The Mystic (series - link to masterlist) @tankcupcakes (Dean x Evelyn OC)

My dear @tankcupcakes has written much Supernatural Fanfiction, but her first series, Thunder Road, blew me away. I have been fortunate enough to develop a relationship with this amazing woman outside of Tumblr and was humbled (and very giddy) when she asked for some feedback for the sequel, Into The Mystic. If I thought Thunder Road was good, this sequel is fucking amazing! I absolutely cannot wait for more chapters. If you are not following this gem, go do it; she is totally worth it. If you have not read Thunder Road and Into The Mystic, what are you doing with your time? I know there are a ton of blogs out there for you to follow and before you know it, you are following more than 300 blogs, but add @tankcupcakes to your list; you won’t regret it!

  • Riley: You panicking?
  • Maya: God, no. Babies wreck you, Riles. They literally eat your body.
  • Riley: I’m 30, I’m single, and I just started a new job. Tonight I used a bread roll to wipe butter off my face, and then I ate the bread roll, so I essentially used my face as a butter knife. I don’t think I’m ready to bring new life into this world, but…what if all that’s left are the weird eggs? And the evil eggs?
  • Maya: You have no evil eggs.
  • Riley: I can feel them. They’re turning. They watched their brothers and sisters die, and now they want to be birthed. I need to be fertilized. Fertilize me, Los Angeles!
72 and 34, G.D

Currently, you were waiting for no one other than your ever so lovely boyfriend, Grayson. And he was currently late, for yet another date night, which was currently going to be held at your house. Simple dinner, and possible movie. But as he was literally no where to be found, nor heard of. You figured the plan was once more put off to the side. As usual, the past three date nights have consisted of the same events. You prepare something, Grayson gets busy, bails and ends up crawling into your room at around three am. Obviously, you being fast asleep, you don’t even get to see him. But tonight, that was going to be different. This has become too much of a ritual to not get to the bottom of. So you weren’t even going to bother cooking for him tonight, just yourself, and watch a movie by yourself, as that’s what every missed date night from him has lead to. Not tonight, the boy was not going to leave you alone once more. So the plan was to wait up until three, and see what he’s up to. ~time skip. It was currently now around 2:55, Gray should be back any moment, and you were truly exhausted. As presumed, he enters around 3:05, and you were going to let him have it. As the door slowly creaked open, him presumably trying to not wake you, not knowing you were already wide awake. “So, why were you late again?” You softly asked from the couch, which he was now standing behind of. The sound making him jump, not expecting your presence. “Babe, I can explain, Ethan and I were just wrapping up some videos for the week, again. I promise I won’t let it happen again.” He said beginning to trail off into the bedroom. “Gray, come back here.” You simply said, causing him to trot back into the living room where you sat, blankly on the sofa. “This isn’t the the first time you’ve broken promises. Why can’t you I don’t know! Not schedule a date when you know you aren’t even going to be there! Or just let me know where you are!” You loudly stated, nearly in a yell. The tone shocking him, as he didn’t realize how upsetting this was to you. He sat beside you, placing a gentle hand on your thigh. “Baby, please don’t be upset. I promise I won’t let it happen, please don’t get mad, or break up with me. Or whatever just please, let me make it up to you. Say this weekend? I’m all yours, we can go somewhere, get away from everything. That sounds good?” He proposed, looking hopefully into your eyes, hoping for a positive reaction. “Gray, I’m still mad, this is the near fourth time! But, as long as your mine this weekend, and nothing to do with YouTube, or the warehouse. I guess I can forgive.” You said, causing a sigh of relief to come from his lips. The next thirty minutes was spent watching old Disney reruns, just enjoying each others company, you still slightly bitter toward Grayson. Until, you started to both crack jokes to each other, the anger, everything melted away. Forgetting, him ditching you. Giggling away, But Grayson was basically howling with laughter. Unaware his twin was sleeping in the room across, as neither of you even saw him walk in. “Guys! It’s 3 am why the fuck are you giggling!” You heard yelled throughout the house. Being graced by a messy, half asleep Ethan entering the room. “Guess someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed!” You silently giggled out, causing a loud groan of annoyance from Ethan. “What ever, just shut up please. I need my beauty sleep.” He said, pulling his night mask down, walking toward his bedroom. “Ok, sleep good gorgeous!” Grayson yelled out. Causing the giggles to resurface once more. “Hey, y/n? We’re good right? You forgive me?” He asked out. “Of course I forgive you gray. You just better give me one hell of a weekend.” You said, laying your head gently on his shoulder.

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Cursed Child Stage Door - 27th May 2017

A fair few of us popped to stage door tonight just because we could!

I am impressed that I managed to main relatively calm. Managed to talk Jamie Glover properly and tell him that him making me cry was a good thing and that I loved the way he had approached playing Harry.

Finally told Rakie I loved her as Hermione. Told Thomas that everyone had loved that he had been wearing the Keep the Secrets badge on Thursday night. Didn’t speak to James Phoon but he did quickly say hello to me as did April, Rupert and Henry.

Theo was much more relaxed this evening, though I think I have made him and Samuel think I am nuts when I was sorting out doing a group photo with them!!

I also finally asked if Annabel and James had received my card and present. They had and loved the photo I had sent! So really pleased.

Group photos to be posted tomorrow!


I walked up the steps to the front door.
I felt dread coming here.
Just passing by this place made me feel scared. Nia said her parents weren’t home, but…still.
I swallowed hard and knocked.
As I waited I saw Karen coming down the pathway.
Great, what the hell are we to them? Did they both just get an urge and call us or what. Well she isn’t going to get what she wants. Not this time. I’ll be strong, I thought. Strong.

No, Wait, You Got it All Wrong

You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.

“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”

Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.

Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.

Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.

“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.

Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.

“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”

“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.

“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”

“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.


He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.

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domestic couple starters

  • “you forgot to take the trash out again.”
  • “do you think we should just order in tonight?”
  • “what’s the point of making the bed if we’re just gonna mess it up?”
  • “will you pick up your clothes? it’s like a pig-sty in here.”
  • “you cooked, it’s only fair that i clean.”
  • “i haven’t shaved in like a week.”
  • “let me run you a bath.”
  • “you used all the hot water.”
  • “oh come on, i just cleaned the kitchen!”
  • “can you stop using my bath bombs? they’re expensive.”
  • “dinner was ready a half hour ago.”
  • “you cooked me dinner?”
  • “i had to carry you to bed last night, you were exhausted.”
  • “do you even know how to load a dishwasher?”
  • “your red sock turned all my whites pink.”
  • “what’s with the hat? are you having a bad hair day?”
  • “we’ve spent too much on pay per view this month.”
  • “are you watching porn?”
  • “next time it’s your turn to do the dishes.”
  • “my parents are coming over for dinner tomorrow.”
  • “play hooky and let’s sleep in tomorrow.”

My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone that was at the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester this evening 💔.

I’m getting sick over this situation. I can’t believe how insensitive some people are acting right now. They’re saying how they’ll be pissed if Ariana cancels their show or the rest of her tour. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!? People DIED at her show tonight. I would hold nothing against her if she did either action. Do you know how she must be feeling right now? Knowing that some of her fans died at her concert. Parents might have just lost their children tonight. When people go to a concert, they go to have fun and a good time. This type of violence is the last thing on their minds. God, just imagine the grief some people are feeling right now, whether a loved one died or is missing. Then, people are going crazy over Ariana’s safety. Don’t take that the wrong way. I’m happy she’s safe and well. But there also close to 20,000 concert goers and their families that also need love and support in this tragic moment. Just please send a prayer to everyone that was at the venue this evening 💔

anonymous asked:

Dude. Em. It's raining outside and you know Derek is trying to cuddle Stiles.

Headcanon: rain makes Derek really sappy. 

If Derek Hale had a dating profile and he had to answer one of those “perfect evening” questions, the answer would be ‘sitting by the fire with a good book during a rainstorm’. Maybe it’s because he feels a literal sense of protection when it’s raining outside because he’s got a roof over his head, shielding him. It’s something tangible, something he can see he’s safe from.

After coming back to Beacon Hills and Stiles, Derek knows he not only has a partner but a pack who has his back now. Still, he can’t help but fear he’s going to lose it. Some days he’ll look at Stiles, look at this family he’s somehow managed to be a part of again, and think, “I’m going to lose this. I don’t get this.” 

It’s hard for him to imagine otherwise, but when it’s raining and Stiles is there by his side (usually sleeping in his bed or researching something on the fluffy rug Derek bought) he always realises something: Stiles is another type of home (one protecting his heart). One whose structures are stable and strong and sure. Stiles let Derek in where he’s let few people, and Derek’s gotten to see rooms Stiles has shown to no one. He maybe can’t see it, can’t touch it, but Derek has a key and he doesn’t have to give it back. Even if things fell to pieces he knows he’d be allowed to keep it. That he’d always be allowed to stay. 

He has a sense of relief with Stiles knowing, like the roof over his head, he’s safe. Not physically, maybe (although Stiles has saved his life more times than he can count) but emotionally. Stiles has his back. He always comes back, even when he leaves. And most importantly, when it’s raining outside? He’s always waiting with a knowing smile and a, “come on then, big guy”, rolling his eyes as Derek buries his face in his neck and listens to the rain as he breathes Stiles in. 

Shock Horror

(Gif source: x)

Characters- Dean x Reader, Sam
Summary- Dean comes back from a witch hunt not quite himself. You do your best to help, and hope that it’s enough.
Word Count- 1,889
Warnings- Angst, Fluff, Language.
Beta- @jpadjackles  **re-edited**
A/N- Prompt: ‘Caught Up In You’ by 38 Special Requested by @anon. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Also, thank you all so much for 2.5k followers! I love y’all so much <3

As you crouch in front of the open passenger door, you look over the man in the bench seat. The man you see is far removed from the usual Dean Winchester you knew. He’s eerily quiet, sitting stiffly as he stares, unseeing, out of the windshield. The impala is parked in the bunker’s garage, but he just sits there, motionless, except for the occasional lethargic blink.

When Sam and Dean came back from their hunt, you expected them to be in one of two moods. The first and most preferred was the giddy excitement of a job well done, beers and pie all around. The second was less desired, the quiet thoughtfulness of a rough hunt.

Right now you would take the quiet over this.

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annawrites  asked:

i've enjoyed your prompt fills so much, thank you for sharing them!! if you feel like it: chef!andrew trying (and failing) to woo picky eater neil with fancy food? :)

The thing about growing up on the run is that you never really develop a palate.

You eat what’s there to be eaten, whatever you manage to stuff in your pockets while your mother distracts the cashier trying to haggle for cigarettes, as if it’s anywhere near possible to haggle in a 7/11.

You eat school lunches, bland chicken nuggets and congealed mac and cheese and unseasoned carrots with those little close to expired fruit cups with the peaches and cherries and simple syrup.

You drink gas station coffee—maybe it stunts your growth, but you drink it anyway—and fill old plastic water bottles from drinking fountains or public restroom sinks.

At least, that’s what Neil tries to explain to Matt one day, when Matt invites Neil to his favorite restaurant in his hometown. It just so happens that Matt’s hometown is New York City, and the chef at this place has a Michelin star, but Neil isn’t on the run anymore and his paycheck is hefty enough that he can afford it.

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Thirteen

Summary: You travel to Rome and meet up with the Padaleckis. Thomas has some questions about your relationship, and you fight homesickness by FaceTiming with Danneel and JJ
Words: 4k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Misha, Tom, Shep, Jensen, Danneel, JJ
Warnings: brief angst
Beta: @blacksiren

IKYW Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

You and Misha drove back down to London on Monday, the day before your flight out to Rome.

Seeing as you hadn’t visited the UK before, he insisted that you fit as many tourist-y things into the one day you had.

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