#—— ft ↻ ⌊ oliver bloom ⌋

[mkoshi]

Today hadn’t been particularly riveting, and Anabel wished she could go home early. But she had a couple more hours of her shift and she knew her boss would skin her alive if she even insinuated anything of the sort. The morning rush had already passed and the cafe was pretty empty except for one person. He’d came in not long after they opened and had been furiously typing away at his laptop as if his life depended on it. Maybe he was working on something for his job? It wasn’t her business to pry but … she was bored.

“ I’m so sorry to bother you— you’re probably pretty busy but … you’ve been fairly glued to your screen, ” she pauses, sliding a peace offering of another cup of coffee for her interrupting his focus, “ Are you a writer? Or are you just working on uh … work stuff? ”

@heartdeceives ♡ed for a starter

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ teacher's pet ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹

ft. oliver evans x f! reader — nijisanji jp

╰₊✧ your professor doesn’t like how close you’re getting to that playboy & calls you after class to discuss it┊2.3k words

contains: smut!! dom oliver & sub reader┊teacher/student relationship, age gap (unspecified but reader is early 20s & oliver is late 20s), established relationship (friends with benefits), jealousy, brat-taming (the good girl persona isn’t real), office sex & risk of getting caught, mentioned height difference, receiving oral, ooc probably (he’s bad with feelings), unrequited feelings & angsty rushed ending lmao

➤ author's note: i said “end of the week as in tomorrow”, but i was feeling generous!! i originally made prof and the reader have no relations other than teacher & student, but i struggled to create a dialogue so i made them friends with benefits and it got a lot easier! i did not plan to give it an angsty ending or to attach so much emotion to it, but it felt so right in the moment and i’m not taking it back 

you’re a good student, you know that right? you show up to every lecture without fail regardless of the weather and always take notes while asking questions along the way, which may seem annoying to some when in the later years of university, but you always help out others who missed class or don’t understand the material. you have a bright future ahead of you with how intelligent you are and how you’re so knowledgeable about the lessons of every class you’re in, he’s positive that he’ll see you on the news for making a historical breakthrough in whatever you’re studying and becoming one of the country’s richest women.

he doesn’t need to tell you this because he knows that you’re already aware of it, so why are you risking it all to hang out with some playboy who isn’t interested in anything more than a fun time and your body? as a professor, he’s seen and heard all that’s happened: how he asked you to help him cram for an exam, how a little friendship started blooming between the two of you, how you began to get more flustered when he got close to you, and most importantly, how he’s treated every other girl like that before breaking their hearts once he got what he wanted. you were so smart academically, but it seemed like you were too naive in matters of the heart.

normally, these aren’t issues that would bother him since he’s seen it repeated time and time again. although, he isn’t lying when he thinks your case is more important to him since he doesn’t want to see his best student fail due to a broken heart. he knows that your personal life is none of his business, but he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try to intervene. as your professor, it’s part of his job to make sure that his students are all going down the right path and to prevent them from being led astray!

this is far from the first time he’s called you to see him in his office after class, going over the essays that you asked him to review before grading or simply asking you about your plans for after college, but it is the first time he’s asked to see you out of worry. it’s actually been a while since he’s seen you one-on-one like this, the last time being three weeks ago. he balled his fit up tightly when he saw that boy loitering by his doorway after escorting you as you convinced him that he didn’t need to wait around for you and would be at the planned arrangement when the time came. he didn’t feel disappointed like he thought he would, feeling rather dejected and inexplicitly angry for reasons he couldn’t place.

“i noticed that your grades have been slipping,” oliver started as you took a seat, watching you tense up as soon as the words left his mouth. you probably realized too late that this conversation was going to happen before you could make any real change to avoid it, just living in dread for the past week or so. “do you mind me asking if there’s something that brought about this change?” you anxiously fiddled with the hem of your dress and he sighed, not wanting to scare you off, “and please, be honest so that i can help you in any way that i can.”

“i-i’ve just been… distracted… it’s nothing that you need to be worried about…”

well, that was pretty obvious, he didn’t exactly expect you to admit the truth right away. he wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to go about this in a professional manner, but still plowed ahead to skip any unnecessary awkwardness and asked you to specify what the distraction was. he wasn’t even sure what the point of asking was since no student would ever spill their dating life to an authority figure even if they were asked (especially if they were asked), so he decided to just rip off the bandage. “listen, i know that it’s normal for students your age to be experimenting romantically with others, but you shouldn't be letting it distract you from your studies!”

you bit your bottom lip and felt your face getting hot, burning with embarrassment that spread from your nose to the tips of your ears. “my grades aren’t that bad!” you defended, “i’m still passing and turning in everything on time!”

“barely passing while turning in assignments a minute or two before the deadline,” he corrected, making you flinch. “i hate looking at everything academic going downhill for you— over some guy who peaked in high school and won’t be able to amount to half of what you are now too.”

you bit the inside of your cheek seeing your prim and proper professor suddenly being unprofessional by speaking poorly about one of his pupils even if it was the truth. he was only human after all, he didn’t have to like every single person who walked through the doors. besides, it’s not as astonishing as it may seem for him to let his guard down and show his true colors around you, and seeing as he was being transparent with you, there was no reason why you couldn’t do the same. “aww, what’s the problem? are you jealous?” you scoffed as you got up to pace around his room and meddle with some of his things like you owned the damn place, “now you know how i feel whenever you got all of those other girls trying to bend over your desk asking you to give them extra credit.”

all he could do was glare with annoyance in his eyes, wondering about just how these predicaments come about. it’s true that this is far from the first time he’s called you to see him after class, but it’s never been for any of the reasons he’d listed before. you never needed his help for anything in the first place— or at least you never needed his help for anything academic. most people don’t see anything special about your dearest professor aside from his handsome face and strait-laced attitude, but you’ve always seen more to him (and have seen more of him). with the current state of things, things were too easy and handed to you on a silver platter, so why not pass some time by having an illicit affair that allowed you to have some control over an attractive authoritative figure? it isn’t partying or doing drugs, but it gives you all the rush and fun you need by having him help you out with your needs.

it didn’t take too much time for oliver to figure out that you weren’t really the goody-two-shoes teacher’s pet you had everyone believe you were. he doesn’t have the foggiest idea why you act that way, but you certainly play the part well as he was none the wiser until you seduced him. he’s the teacher with higher standing and a name, yet instead of being the one with power in the relationship, you were the one with all the chips on your side. you love this little game that’s been arranged, one where you know exactly what he’ll do in response to any of your actions: calling you to his office after class to take out his frustrations on you. this was by far the first time that he’d called you over because of jealousy, and it certainly won’t be the last time.

“how about you give me some extra credit, professor?” you mocked, pouting your lips and batting your eyelashes as you pushed some of his belongings aside so that you could sit on one of the shorter sides of his desk. “since my grades are so low? pretty please?”

he has half a mind to ignore your flirty little comments and chew you out for purposely pissing him off just because you felt like he wasn’t giving you enough attention, but god, you’re such a vixen. it never mattered if you were wearing a hoodie and sweatpants or a crop top and short skirts, you somehow managed to be so enticing in all forms and lure him towards you like a moth to a flame. it might be your eyes, possessing a distinct mischievous sparkle that knew he didn’t have it in him to deny you.

when he grabs you by your collar and crashes his lips onto yours, you find it almost funny how weak he is to your charms and his envious nature. he always tells himself that it will be the last time he’ll be hooking up with you and will stop this inappropriate behavior that could ruin his life if discovered, but every time you’re presented to him, he finds his lust and true emotions spiraling into this very position at the end of it all. he wasn’t sure why he was constantly lying to himself about this issue all the time when it was plainly clear whether or not he is willing to admit it. while it’s only a fling for you, it might be something more to him despite the fact that it was so wrong for him to be with you. 

it’s too late to listen to reason or the little voice at the back of his head when you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, requiring you to crane your neck upwards and also pull him towards by forcing him to lean down to your level due to his height. both of you were out of breath from the intense make-out session when he finally parted from your mouth, not saying a word or even bothering to look into each other’s eyes. it wasn’t needed when he already decided his next course of action and stood back up only to get on his knees, making quick work of pulling off your pants and underwear with a single swift movement.

you shivered at the sensation of cold air quickly being replaced by his hot breath ghosting over your cunt, barely making out a murmur about how none of the college boys you messed around with would ever do something like this. he was right, none of them ever did, and if they have, it was never half as good as how he made you feel with his experience and knowledgeable motions. hooking your legs over his shoulders with his head wedged in between to keep them separated, keeping his half-lidded eyes filled with lust on your face to watch the arrogant persona melt away into pure pleasure. 

there’s nothing that gives him greater satisfaction than watching you becoming undone while he licks long stripes along your sex before wrapping his lips around your delicate pearl and roughly sucking just to hear you squeal. now that he thinks about it, he isn’t sure if you locked the door behind you or if the possibility of someone walking in was very real. he would scare you about it, but you wouldn’t care if you were caught getting tongue-fucked by an instructor— you would probably flaunt the fact, especially if it were one of your flings or a girl who liked to flirt with him. (realistically, no one would enter before knocking and hearing his approval. besides, the place is relatively sound-proof and empty at this time.)

you tangled your finger in his brown locks and grasped onto them, not hard enough to revert his attention but just enough for you to find solace in a wave of euphoria. god, it feels like it’s been forever since you felt this sensation despite being a mere month, humming in delight every time his tongue toyed with your clit and hastily thrust into your entrance that was barely clenching around anything. your breath hitched as you threw your head back, voice caught in your throat and unable to let out anything but pathetic little whimpers instead of shameless moans.

his large hands gripped onto your thighs to hold you still, preventing you from rolling your hips or trying to grind on his face. not that he would mind you being more needy, but he wanted to keep complete control of the situation as he worked his mouth like magic until you cried out with your intense orgasm washing over you. your legs framing his head constricted for a moment, locking him in place before completely slacking from exhaustion. you usually would still have energy for another round or two after a few minutes of rest, but it’s been long enough without that you just slumped on the spot after letting go of him and placing them behind you on the wooden desk for support. 

you looked at him in a daze, still with a little devilish grin despite it all, watching him finally stand up and eyeing the sizable tent remaining in his pants, “do you need any help?” there wasn’t an ounce of care in your voice, not that there ever was when you were talking to him.

“no, i’ll handle it myself,” he stated simply. 

you tilted your head at him for a second before simply shrugging, “okay then, don’t say i didn’t ask!” there wasn’t an ounce of genuine care in your cheery voice.

“you can stay in here for now, just turn off the lights and keep quiet in case someone shows up.”

“aww, leaving already?” 

he remained quiet as you chuckled, putting his olive green coat on before departing to the bathroom to take care of himself. at least that was the original plan, any contentment he had during the whole ordeal quickly disappeared once it was all over, leaving nothing but a heavy weight on his chest that overpowered any feeling of horniness that was there. maybe he would just head home for today, rethinking what on earth he was doing. wishing for a student who didn’t see him as anything more than someone to pass the time with, he knows that he’s a deeply pathetic man regardless of how esteemed he is in the eyes of everyone else.

request [ thinking about prof evans railing us cause we've been too close with another student ]

[pinoyrella]

“First Love - Hatsukoi” Masterlist

[ FIRST LOVE - HATSUKOI SERIES ]

Itoshi Rin x F!Reader

Summary: “A man is haunted by the memories of his unforgettable first love.”

Genre: Fluff, ANGST, Coming of Age(?)

FT: Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Oliver Aiku, Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Shidou Ryusei, Nagi Seishiro, Ego Jinpachi ( + the entire cast of blue lock).

This story is planned to have multiple flashbacks, but takes place as the two are in their mid 30’s.

TW: Content may at times contain heavy language, sexual innuendos, mentions of sensitive topics, and so forth. There will be warnings before each chapter.

Manga Spoiler Warning + ( At times OOC! )

Chapters:

Prologue Chapter 1 - “Where The Lilacs Bloom" Chapter 2 - “Your Voice” Chapter 3 - “Ochazuke” Chapter 4 - “Space Oddity” Chapter 5 - "Talk" Chapter 6 - "The Sixth Sense" Chapter 7 - "The Order of Dreams" Chapter 8 - (Still thinking of a chapter name lol) Final Chapter 9 - "Hatsukoi" Epilogue

12.24.23

A/N: hiiii! i’m kinda nervous to begin my first blue lock x reader series LOL but nonetheless i hope you enjoy!! although it won’t be exact; the series is inspired by one of my favorite series i watched last year called “First Love” on netflix! WHICH!! is inspired by a childhood song of mines called “first love” by hikaru utada. as a little girl my mom always played this song so it seriously holds such a special place in my heart, i can’t wait to share this with you! i’m also not the best in english so please bare with me at times hehe~

love, p 🌸

[henryxemilyforever]

My TTTE ships and their soundtracks

Thomas x Ashima

Dusty and Ishani-Mark Mancina

You Might Think-Weezer (originally by The Cars)

The Way I Am- Ingrid Michaelson

Be My Forever-Christina Perri ft. Ed Sheeran

Brighter Than The Sun- Colbie Caillat

Just The Way You Are- Bruno Mars

I'm Yours- Jason Mraz

Heart of Courage- Two Steps From Hell

Steal The Show- Lauv

Heart of Courage (No choir)- Two Steps From Hell

Sky Full Of Stars- Coldplay

Take My Breath Away- Berlin

Danger Zone- Kenny Loggins

You Can Only Be You- The Great Race OST

Edward x Molly

All of Me- John Legend

Perfect- Ed Sheeran

Winters Bloom- Adrian Von Ziegler

Heaven's Touch- Adrian Von Ziegler

Reverie- Ross Bugden

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da- The Beatles

She’s An Angel- Nightcore

Xayah and Rakan, The Charmer and The Rebel- League of Legends

Xayah and Rakan:Wild Magic- League of Legends

Henry x Emily

Shivers- Ed Sheeran

Photograph- Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me- Ed Sheeran

I Wouldn't Mind- He is We

All About Us- He Is We

Say You Won't Let Go- James Arthur

Eth​ê​lo​-​i​ê​l- Adrian Von Ziegler

My Everything- Adrian Von Ziegler

Bound- Adrian Von Ziegler

When You Smile- Adrian Von Ziegler

Superheroes- The Script

The Secret Wedding- Adrian Von Ziegler

Your Lullaby- Adrian Von Ziegler

Let Love Win- TheFatRat

Uncover (Tobu Remix)- Zara Larson

My Wish- Rascal Flatts

Never Stop- Safety Suit

Your Guardian Angel- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Bubbly- Colbie Caillat

You And I-Tobu ft. Brenton Matteus

You and I (Axero remix)- Tobu ft. Brenton Matteus

I Won't Give Up- Jason Mraz

Best Shot- Birdy ft. James Young

All Of The Stars- Ed Sheeran

All Of The Stars (Piano and String Version)- Cover by Sam Yung

Flightless Bird American Mouth- Iron and Wine

Where I Come From- Passion Pit

Fire In The Water- Feist

Turning Page- Sleeping At Last

God Gave Me You- Blake Shelton

Thinking Out Loud-Ed Sheeran

Forever and Ever- He Is We

Tired- Alan Walker

L-O-V-E- Nat King Cole

Heaven’s Touch- Adrian Von Ziegler

Fix You- Coldplay

Gordon x Caitlin

I Hope You Dance- Lee Ann Wommack

In Light and Darkness- Adrian Von Ziegler

Marry Me Suite (At Worlds End)- Hans Zimmer

James x Rosie

Star Sky- Two Steps From Hell

Need You Now- Lady Antebellum

Don't You Wanna Stay- Jason Aldean ft. Kelly Clarkson

Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol

Feel This Moment- Pitbull ft. Christina Aguilera

I Need You- James Newton Howard

Abduction Suite (first 1:13 only)- Edward Shearmur

Shape Of You- Ed Sheeran

Kissin U- Miranda Cosgrove

Steal The Show- Lauv

Just A Kiss- Lady Antebellum

Arcade- Duncan Laurence

Arcade- Duncan Laurence ft. Fletcher

Arms- Christina Perry

Percy x Gator

Empire of Angels- Thomas Bergerson

Beyond the Sea- Bobby Darin

Toby x Mavis

Cowboys and Angels- Dustin Lynch

Duck x Oliver

Can't Help Falling In Love- Elvis

Luke x Millie

Love Story- Indila

Something That I Want- Grace Potter

I See The Light- Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi

Everything Has Changed- Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran

Diesel 10 x Lady

Dirty Mind- 3OH!3

Bad Touch- Bloodhound gang

Love Me Like You Do- Ellie Goulding

Earned It- The Weekened

Sex Bomb- Tom Jones

Sexual Freek- George Michael

Boco x Daisy

Can't think of any for these two either haha

Savannah(OC)x Rebecca

God is a Woman- Ariana Grande

Alibi- Pabllo Vittar, Sevdaliza, and Yseult

Kaidyn (Self insert OC) x Murdoch

My Thieving Heart- Sivert Hoyem

Hymn to Eternity- Brunuhville

[grav3encovnters]

for : @deceivesthem

ft. my muse : adrien taylor. ft. their muse : oliver bloom.

so   many   people   have   made   the   mistake   of   underestimating   and   overestimating   him.   many   have   thought   lowly   of   adrien   ,   while   others   put   him   far   too   high   up   on   a   pedastal.   he   was   beginning   to   tire   of   it.   so   ,   when   oliver   speaks   of   him to him   ,   he   sighs   and   has   to   control   his   tone   so   he   doesn't   snap.    ❝   what   you   see   is   not   always   what   you   get   ,   oliver.   ❞   his   tone   is   indifferent   ,   even.   he   makes   sure   no   emotion   wavers   the   sound   of   his   british   accent   as   it   passes   through   his   lips.    ❝   i'm   not   some   saint.   i'm   not   a   devil   either   ,   but.   .   .   ❞   he   sighs   again.    ❝   i'm   just   not   good.   ❞

[lostcoves]

ft. ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader

genre: angst

wc & warnings: 1.2k | reader almost drowns, ushijima gets shot

premise: a forbidden romance blooms after a merman named ushijima saves you from drowning in the sea

note: my contribution to @kobunnie​’s mermay collab! it was a blast to write! reblogs are very much appreciated!

you were drowning.

you heard the stories of pirates who fell overboard and were never seen again. the thought of being one terrified you. you should have been more careful.

you were drowning.

you could hear the muffled shouts of your father and his crew, their forms distant and wavy from the rippling water.

you were drowning.

you felt a muscular arm wrap itself around your waist, a handsome face darting across your face as you were pulled above water.

you were drowning.

you locked eyes with your savior. his olive eyes stared into yours, his drenched hair sticking to his skin. you opened your mouth to thank him when a rope was thrown down from the ship.

“i found her!” one of the crew members shouted. you let open the man who saved you and whispered, “thank you,” before grabbing the rope and climbing up the ship. the man watched you make your way up to the haul of the ship, disappearing underwater.

who was that man?

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ushijima returned to the underwater coves, his fellow merman lounging about and munching on kelp. his friend tendou swam towards him and exclaimed, “wakatoshi! dude! where have you been?”

“swimming,” he answered, his olive green colored tail swaying from side to side. had his friends known he rescued a human, ushijima couldn’t imagine the kind of trouble he would be in.

“well you’re just in time to watch goshiki eat a crab! c’mon!” tendou dragged ushijima off into whatever idiocy that was happening. ushijima’s mind began to wander back to you.

who was that girl?

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“i can’t believe you fell overboard,” the pirate king– your– sighed deeply, “that was idiotic, reckless, and just plain dumb,” he scolded you with fatherly concern laced in his tone.

you ran your hands through your hair, exacerbated from the day’s earlier events. a blanket was draped over your shoulders in an attempt to warm you up. you tried to reason with your father, “father, it was an accident.”

“accident, my ass. you know how dangerous working on a pirate ship is,” he exhaled with annoyance. his eyes then softened and he added to you, “i’m.. i’m just happy you’re okay. now, get some rest.”

you remained silent, as your father exited your cabin. you let out a huff and laid down in bed, thinking back on your near death experience. if that man hadn’t been there, you weren’t sure if you would have made it. 

what was he doing out in the middle of the sea anyway?

wait, no.. he couldn’t be what you were thinking he was.

curious, you grabbed your lantern and your blanket, making your way out of your quarters and to the lowest part of the ship. staring out into the murky waters, you called out to the sea, “is anyone there?”

a head appeared from the waters, a familiar mop of olive brown hair and matching olive eyes greeting you. you broke out into a grin, “it’s you.. you’re the man who saved me.”

the man nodded.

“what’s your name?” you asked.

the man was silent.

“c’mon, you can trust me,” you replied softy, “i’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours, i promise.”

“ushijima wakatoshi,” he responded, his voice deep but gentle.

“i’ll talk you ‘toshi’ then,” you chuckled, “i’m (y/n).”

“(y/n),” your name rolled of his tongue with ease.

“toshi.. toshi, are you what i think you are?” you questioned ushijima.

he went quiet, a glimpse of his tail poked above water.

“you’re a merman.”

“i am,” he confirmed to you, “does that frighten you?”

“not at all,” you offered ushijima a smile, “i think merfolk are amazing.”

“i shouldn’t be here, though,” he confessed, “i know what these ships mean to my kind. it’s danger.”

your lips formed a deep frown, “i understand.. but i know i can see you around.”

ushijima’s tail gently lapped at the seawater, “my group is migrating south for warmer waters. where is this ship heading?”

“south,” you smiled.

“then i’ll– what do you humans call it?– see you around then.”

ushijima disappeared underwater, leaving you with butterflies in your stomach.

what a mystery.

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the past few days went by in a flash. each night, you snuck out of your cabin under the cover of darkness and conversed with ushijima for hours. you introduced him to human concepts while he taught your merfolk concepts. all and all, your relationship with him grew. 

“toshi,” your voice was serious one night, “do you think you’ll ever fall in love?”

“in love?” he asked, visibly confused. you nodded and elaborated, “yes, love. do you think you’ll ever fall in love?”

“i don’t grasp the concept that well,” he admitted somewhat sheepishly. 

“well, love is kinda weird. it’s hard to understand but i know i’m in love whenever my heart starts racing at the thought of someone or i start daydreaming about someone,” you laughed.

“do you daydream about me?”

you blushed at ushijima’s question, “i mean, well, uh.. yes.”

“are you in love with me?” he asked.

your face turned a deeper shade of red.

“i- i-” you took a deep breath to stop yourself from stammering, “i don’t know.”

“i think i may be in love with you.”

your eyes widened at ushijima’s words, “you really think so?”

“you plague my mind constantly, i can’t stop thinking about you,” ushijima confessed, adverting his gaze from you, “it’s driving me mad, (y/n).”

“toshi..” you leaned in close, grasping onto the rails for dear life. he inched closer and closer until your lips touched, sealing the kiss. ushijima’s lips tasted like saltwater, it reminded you of saltwater taffy from your hometown.

“you!” 

a flood of light nearly blinded you and ushijima, as the two of you were surrounded by lanterns. your face went pale at the sight of the pirate crew and your father, front and center with his face red from anger.

“my little girl, i can’t believe it. a merman? a merman!” he yelled, “(y/n), we are pirates, for davey’s sake! we hunt merfolk, not kiss them!” your father grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you away from ushijima.

“toshi, swim away!” you shouted, desperate for him to escape while he could. ushijima attempted to escape underwater when a musket round shot right through his shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain.

“father! please! don’t do this!” you begged your father, tears flowing down your puffy cheeks. stone cold in the face, your father signaled his men to fire. another musket round penetrated ushijma’s other shoulder, soaking the seawater in his blood.

“skin him alive,” your father commanded his men, “preserve the tail and the organs. we need those to sell.”

you could only watch, as the pirates dragged ushijima out of the water and onto to the ship. you tried to reach out for him but it was too late. with his consciousness fading away, ushijima used the last of his strength to smile.

“i love you.”

you let out a sob.

“i love you, toshi.”

your first love was taken from you too soon.

[thetreecareguide]

9 Evergreen Flowering Trees for Your Front Yard

Avoid the embarrassment of an ugly, leafless, winter front yard. The following are evergreen flowering trees that will keep your front yard looking beautiful year-round.

thetreecareguide.com gathered information and tips about 9 flowering evergreen trees, their hardiness zones, and soil requirements.

Crape Myrtle (Lagerstroemia)

Crape Myrtle trees grow to an average of 6 feet tall and 3 to 4 feet wide, making them appropriate for nearly any size front yard. This tree species flourishes in lean soil, while an abundance of fertilizer will lead to more leafy growth than that of flowers. These trees are hardy in zones 7 through 10.

Smoke Tree (Cotinus coggygria)

Often referred to as smoke bush, smoke tree adds both color and texture to any yard. Flowers are small and bloom in early summer, but each bloom has a long pink filament, creating a smoky or puffy look throughout the summer months. This species can easily be showcased as a specimen tree or be included in a garden bed. This tree species is hardy in zones 5 through 8.

Pear Tree (Pyrus)

This species flowers at the peak of spring. This pear tree species is tall, growing 25 to 30 feet and up to 20 feet wide. Pears thrive in full sun and tolerate heavy clay soil. The species is hardy in zones 4 through 8.

Dogwood (Cornus)

Flowering dogwoods can grow to a height of 35 to 40 feet. It is considered a shrub or small, low-branching tree, usually with a flat and broad crown. Creamy-white flowers (depends on the variety) with 4 petals each appear in early spring. This tree is hardy in zones 5 through 9.

Texas Redbud (Cercis canadensis)

This variety grows to be a large shrub or small tree, reaching 10 to 20 ft. in height. This tree species is an excellent selection for small yards, pathways, or sidewalk planting. This tree also flourishes as an understory tree or displayed as a specimen. It thrives in well-drained, calcareous, rocky, sandy, loamy, or clay soil types, usually limestone-based. Hardy in zones 6 through 9.

Flowering Cherry (Prunus serrulata)

This species compliments small yards very well, growing to about 25 feet tall with a spread of 15 feet. Pink flowers bloom in early spring, while its dark green leaves appear after flowering. This tree has a hearty disposition, thriving in well-drained sandy, loamy, or clay soils that all support the cherry species and tolerating insect and disease attacks. This tree is hardy in zones 6 through 8.

Evereste Crabapple (Malus Evereste)

With white blooms that linger through spring, this tree species is a gem for front yard diversity. This species is also perfect for pots. Evereste crabapple flourishes in moderately moist, well-drained soil and prefers full sun but can tolerate partial shade. This crabapple species is hardy in zones 4 through 8.

Fragrant Tea Olive Tree (Osmanthus fragrans)

This species also compliments small yards very well, growing to about 10 feet tall with a spread of 6 to 8 feet. White flowers bloom in late fall and early spring, while its dense evergreen foliage persists year-round. This tree has a hearty disposition, growing best in fertile, moist, well-drained, acidic soil. The species is moderately drought tolerant once established. This tree is hardy in zones 8 through 11.

Southern Magnolia (Magnolia grandiflora)

The imposing dark green leaves of Magnolia grandiflora contrast to its large white blossoms in spring, followed by randomly blooming flowers all summer long. This species can grow from 20 to 80 feet, depending on the variety. Southern magnolia can be grown in full sun or full shade. It thrives in moist, well-drained, acidic soils. This tree species is hardy in zones 6 through 9.

Flowering Evergreen Trees

In this article, you discovered 9 stunning evergreen flowering tree species to help keep your yard full of life year-round.

Growing flowering evergreen trees in your yard helps you present lush green foliage all year and show off stunning flowers when your tree blooms.

Without evergreens in your yard, winter months can be challenging as its vegetation may appear to be dying or dead.

Sources: plants.ces.ncsu.edu/plants/lagerstroemia-indica/ landscapeplants.oregonstate.edu/plants/cotinus-coggygria web.extension.illinois.edu/hortanswers/plantdetail.cfm?PlantID=29&PlantTypeID=11 hort.ufl.edu/database/documents/pdf/tree_fact_sheets/corfloa.pdf edis.ifas.ufl.edu/publication/ST145 landscapeplants.oregonstate.edu/plants/prunus-serrulata-kanzan s3.wp.wsu.edu/uploads/sites/2109/2019/12/CrabapplesWesternWA.pdf canr.udel.edu/udbg/?plant=osmanthus-fragrans selectree.calpoly.edu/tree-detail/845

For the original version of this article visit: http://www.thetreecareguide.com/9-evergreen-flowering-trees-for-your-front-yard/

[kawanisshi]

changing of the seasons;

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader (ft. oikawa as your lovely ex boyfriend)

genre: hanahaki au, angst, fluff

word count: 2.1k words

warnings: blood, vomit 

a/n: this is for the cheese cult’s hanahaki event, i am so nervous to publish this since it’s my first fic but i hope you all enjoy! heart goes out to @shishinoya and @cupofkenma for beta-ing, thank you so much <33 also thank you to @akaashichigo for creating the discord server, allowing me to meet amazing creators and inspiring me to write, you have no idea how much this server means to me!!

i.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

And then it came. The first bloom.

Cut to you being seventeen, in love, your heart and soul soaring through the skies with nothing bringing you down. You were unstoppable, reckless, invincible. When you were with him - with Tooru - you could shake away every pretense you put on and show yourself in your most vulnerable state. You could shed the rough and weary skin you wore and reveal the skeleton underneath. You allowed yourself to be raw, to be real.

“I need to go,” your breath hitches as you step away from him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He doesn’t try to stop you.

How long would it take until you could do that again? Feel like that again? With someone else? You were Icarus, high on adrenaline and confidence, never looking back. He was the devil, always playing with fire, so you joined him, thinking he would never burn you.

Turn left at the end of this street, then straight down. A right turn here. Left, right, then left again. Keeping your mind preoccupied with directions is the most you can do to keep yourself distracted. You have no idea where your destination is; you just knew you needed to get as far away as possible.

You trusted the world too much. You didn’t expect it to come crashing down, and when it did, every fiber of your being shattered along with it.

Doubled over next to a lamp post, you feel anxiety and uncertainty nestling in the corners of your lungs. Or was that something else? You cough. A tickle at the back of your throat. Are you still in love with him? You cough again, bringing a hand to your mouth. An answer. A reassurance of the worst form unfurls in the palm of your hand, in the form of a white petal.

The sound of approaching footsteps catches your attention, and you frantically look up from your pathetic position, only to be met with familiar eyes.

“Hey, you okay? I saw you from down the street and I–” His gaze is soft, laced with concern.

“Iwaizumi, I–” you desperately search your brain for a reply, choking back tears and blood, “Tooru– he–”

“I know.”

His gaze trails down to the petal you held in your hand, dotted with flecks of red, and he swallows. He knows.

Silence settles between the two of you before he crouches down next to you and sighs, eyes level with yours.

“This won’t do,” he quips, the resolve clear in his voice, “C’mon, let’s get your mind off of things.”

“Where are we going?” you croak, surprised by the sudden suggestion.

“Cinema.”

“We’re watching a film?”

“No, shitsponge, we’re going for a swim,” he rolls his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his tongue.

Iwaizumi was always like that. You two had been good friends since before you and Oikawa were romantically involved, and you’d learned to count on him in the worst situations. You stand and nod, half a mind set on moving on, and the other half transfixed on the white petal that emerged from your lungs.

--- ii.

Iwaizumi walks you back from the cinema, the pair of you chatting animatedly. Your heartbreak is almost forgotten, but all it takes is one memory, one familiar sight, to shatter the illusion. Your footsteps come to a halt as you spot the swingset where you shared your first kiss. It was the beginning of what you thought would’ve been forever.

It all comes crashing down. You miss him. Suddenly, all of the memories are being thrown your way like punches, bruising your whole body.

Holding hands in his pocket. Him always being the one to lean in first. You on the edge of your toes. Him meeting you halfway. His hands on your jaw, soft, gentle. Your face buried in the arch of his back. Fingers tracing shapes on arms. Whispering ‘I love you’ when you thought he was asleep. Him squeezing you because he wasn’t, wordlessly letting you know that he loved you too. Love as the underlying constant, the unrelenting heartbeat underneath your every action. He was the voice of an angel, a dream, whispering ‘I love you so much’ in between desperate kisses. How could that same voice tell you he didn’t care about you anymore? How could that voice, the one that once called itself a life jacket, be the same one with a tight chokehold on your throat, stopping you from breathing?

Next thing you know, you’re on your knees, asphalt and tar setting your skin on fire. That was nothing, though, compared to the ache clawing at your lungs. Pain and anguish materialised in your chest, and you hacked and coughed and heaved to try and get rid of it.

The petals are the first to come out: sloppy, limp, and clinging to the surface of your tongue. You spit them out, disgusted by the sight. Then, you feel something significantly larger pushing up and out of your trachea. You cannot breathe and your chest feels as though it’s about to explode.

Tears were freely falling now, the caverns of your eyes flowing out into waterfalls. You reach inside your mouth with your fingers and pull, your body numb to the pain. You retch at the sensation crawling up your throat, and almost pass out when you finally recover the flower, stem and all. You toss it aside.

All the strength in your body dissipates upon registering the scene in front of you, blood and petals and saliva intermingling to form a beautiful crime scene, the kind of stuff poets write about. But this isn’t a poem. You feel filthy and pathetic and tired, and you just want to collapse.

“Hey- hey, look at me. Look at me,” he crouches down and holds your face in his hands, “you’ll be fine. You’ll be okay.” You were so absorbed in yourself that you almost forgot he was there. He wipes at your tears with his thumb, and you lean into his touch. His hands aren’t the ones you were used to; they are rougher, more calloused, but they are warm.

And for now, they are enough.

--- iii.

“I should get the surgery,” a statement. You weren’t asking for his opinion, but he gives it anyway.

“Don’t,” his tone is sharp, “you shouldn’t. It… it’s risky.” Iwaizumi looks up from his textbook and fiddles with the pen in this hand. He turns and looks at the vase of lilies sitting on your windowsill. “Plus… the flowers, I think they’re nice. They’re proof that you’re human, that you can love.”

You almost laugh. He has taken a liking to taking care of the full blooms ejected from your mouth, coming over a few times a week to water the flowers. You secretly despise the sight of them, but you let him indulge himself. It was the least you could do, after how much he’d helped you.

“I never would have pegged you for a romantic, Iwa,” you tease.

He throws his pen at you and huffs. You dodge. An exasperated groan escapes his lips before he places his head on your desk, indicating that he was done with studying.

You could still taste that pungent fragrance on your tongue. God, you hated lilies.

In reality, you appreciated his presence, a lot more than you let on. You think of the many times he’s been there for you since the breakup. Suddenly you were in your bathroom at 2am, throwing up poison and acid, him holding your knotted hair, a steady hand on your back. He was always there; calm, unwavering, an anchor. The rhythmic heartbeat in his chest when you were crying against it for no apparent reason. The warm hands enveloped around your trembling ones, keeping you steady as you walked home from the cinema. Him, stable and unmoving when you were a hurricane, a blizzard, a storm.

“Hey,” you speak up, “uh, I never did say thank you. So… thanks. For being here. It means a lot.”

He picks his head up and looks at you before turning back around, scowling. He places his head back on your desk.

“Don’t mention it, dumbass.”

You think you notice a slight flush on his cheeks.

--- iv.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, handing you a cup of coffee. “Your, uh,” he gestures at his chest area, “lungs still at it?”

You scoff. He asks this every other day, even though he knows the answer won’t change.

“Yes,” you answer. “They are, but..” you hesitate. Should you tell him? You think you’re getting better. The flowers aren’t lilies anymore. They are honey coloured now, and taste like spring. He will be pleased, but you don’t want to give him good news in case your condition worsens again.

“But what?”

“Nothing,” you reply. He shoots you a stern look, but doesn’t question it any further. As you walk to campus, you notice how the morning sun washes his eyes in warm hazel, flecks of gold dancing amidst an olive backdrop. You sip your coffee and think of how the scent wafting into your nostrils reminds you of his skin, of molten caramel and honey. A breeze passes; it’s chilly, a hint at autumn’s arrival. He shivers and turns towards you, and you notice the violets growing in the expanse beneath his eyes. You frown. Has he been worrying?

“My lecture hall’s this way,” he says, pointing at the building to your left, “I’ll see you later-”

“They’re buttercups,” you blurt out. “The, uh, flowers. I didn’t know whether I should tell you. They’re buttercups now, I don’t really know what this means but, maybe I’m one step closer to getting over him? They’re smaller, so, I guess I’m doing better.”

He gives you a smile, and his eyes soften. You think about the coffee he bought you, and how the warmth radiated by the coffee cup in your hands was the same warmth you felt from his gaze.

“I’m glad,” he says, and you wave him goodbye. I’m glad too, you think. I hope this stops soon.

You hope, sincerely, that one day, he will ask that same question he asks every other day, and you’ll be able to give him an answer that he isn’t used to.

--- v.

The flowers do not stop blooming, but the attacks aren’t as relentless anymore.

A sharp pain in your throat jolts you awake, and you sit up, picking up the bowl you kept next to your bed. Your mind is still foggy from the remnants of sleep, but your body moves by itself. This was routine by now.

Iwaizumi stirs from his position at your desk, picking his head up and turning around to look at you. You glance at the clock beside you, and begin to apologise for waking him up when a coughing fit seizes you. He sighs, and moves to sit next to you on the bed, rubbing circles on your back.

“You really-” you’re interrupted by a cough, “should stop staying over and falling asleep at my desk.” He leans down and picks up stray petals off the floor, placing them into the bowl before taking it from your hands and putting it back on your nightstand. He doesn’t reply, choosing instead to place a hand at the crook of your neck, brushing his thumb over your collarbone. His expression is unreadable.

You continue. “It’s not-” another cough, “it’s not good for your sleep. I can tell. You’ve got these really dark circles now, and-”

“You know-- you can let go. You can learn to love again. Find someone new,” his breath ghosts over your skin. Your mind swirls amongst the clouds, dew drops trickling through your veins. The moon casts a pearlescent halo around his figure, and for a moment you forget how to breathe.

“Like who?” you whisper back, voice trembling. Your eyes are drawn to his, but he’s looking somewhere else. His gaze flickers up to meet your own, before trailing down, back towards your lips.

And with that, he closes the gap between you.

You feel your chest swell, but it wasn’t the kind you had grown used to. The literal kind that tore your lungs apart, ripping into your heart and leaving nothing but blood and fire in its wake. No, this time you felt it bloom in the metaphorical sense. This time, it was a wash of sunlight: slow, warm, inviting.

There is a burst of heat, and you feel your chest expand. Your next breath comes slower, deeper than you’re used to, and you catch the faint smell of ashes on your tongue. As if the overgrowth in your lungs had crumbled to dust. As if spring had finally come to an end.

You can let go, he’d said, you can learn to love someone else.

And as you feel his lips part against yours, you thought to yourself, perhaps I already have.

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[marvel0us-misadventures]

22 and 63?

Forget It by Getter ft Oliver Tree and In Bloom by Neck Deep

[pinoyrella]

FIRST LOVE, HATSUKOI (Itoshi Rin x Y/n)

Chapter 1: "When Lilacs Bloom"

FT: Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Oliver Aiku, Bachira Meguru 

TW: None

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Coming of Age + Slow Burn 

WORD COUNT: 4,600+

“First Love, Hatsukoi” Masterlist

Someone once said; life is like a jigsaw puzzle. From our best memories to our most horrible experiences that make us want to curse at our destiny…

These are all unique pieces of our lives.

A ticket that was lost. A dress worn in December. A contract signed to “Blue Lock.” A romantic moment on the beach in the winter. A soccer ball that has your name on it. An athletic star that’s the same age as you. Dreams that never came true. Love stories that ended. People who drifted away from you.

What about those big mistakes? Are they also part of the picture?

-

[ November 16. 2016 Age: 14 ]

“A muscle contains bands of fibers that are attached to the human skeleton.” As you walk alone through a familiar field, you study the notes in an old binder . “They are the tissue connected to the bone that allows for movement, balance and function!” Young y/n was so fascinated with the study of bones, muscles, movement, and the human body. An aspiring doctor focusing in the field of kinesiology. “Welcome! I am Dr. L/N, Ph.D in Kinesiology, speciality in Sports Medicine, from your diagnosis it has been listed that you are suffering from a strain in your pectoral muscles.” You giggle as you imagine yourself assisting a patient in your own clinic. “Not to worry, I’m here to help!”

[ November 16. 2036 Age: 34 ]

A young woman drives around through the late nights of Kamakura City, just getting off work. Though, her lips pursed as she tries to focus on the ride, the street lights glowing brighter in a way that causes her vision to blur and her head to ache.

“What would my life be now, if I had never met you?”

-

[ Fall Semester, 2016 ]

You make your way through that familiar field, heading towards your campus. You are now in your 2nd year of junior high. Though as you walk, your mind is somewhere else. In your hands holds your beloved old binder, the one you have stored years of notes you have taken relating to kinesiology. 

Ever since you were as young as you can remember, you have always had this fascination with the study of movement. How does movement happen? Why do certain body parts bend in different ways? Why is it when you land in a certain spot, you feel a painful stretch? At a young age, you find yourself having these thoughts as you watch kids your age run around playing various sports. But there was one that stood out to you the most, one that caused the gear switch in your brain to turn.

You watch as your friend plays soccer before you. “Interesting..” You whisper to yourself, loud enough to have the young boy stop in his tracks. “Pretty cool right! Sae-nii taught me how to do this a few days ago. Want to see what else I can do?” Your childhood friend Itoshi Rin asks. You shake from your thoughts as you give him a smile. “Sure!”

As you continue your pace, your focus elsewhere before- BUMP! You take a step back, startled before spurting out an “I’m so sorry-” Though- as you begin your apology, your gaze moves up to meet familiar eyes. “Rinnie!” “Don’t call me that.” The boy immediately replies bluntly before pursuing his steps. You smile sheepishly before picking your pace up, catching up behind him.

Your best friend, Itoshi Rin has changed an incredible amount since you two were small, and the same could be said about you too. Many events that had occurred led up to how you guys have grown, let it be good or bad. 

Just as you are about to speak again, you hear a shout to your name. “You! Come here!” You freeze in your spot before turning to meet a faculty member. “Teacher, good morning-” “Ladies are to enter through that gate” He interrupts, pointing to the opposing entry way that parallels where Rin was headed. “Sorry!” “This is your second year, you should know the rules by now! And quit bringing this binder to school- if it isn’t related to any of our courses then leave it at home. It is a distraction, what would your father think-" "Her binder is educational, why can’t she bring it to school?” A cold tone creeps onto the conversation.

You feel your entire mood shift to the mention of your father, until you feel Rin’s light grip on your wrist. “We are going to be late for class.” He says to you. “Itoshi Rin! How dare you talk back to someone older-” Before you know it, he takes off with you dragging behind. “ITOSHI!” The teacher yells after him.

As you both run off; your glance falls between him and your hand, then back towards the faculty member attempting to run after you. It feels odd, like everything has begun to play in slow motion. A smile overcomes, as you take in the situation unfolding, thinking to yourself

“He’s a pretty good guy.”

-

[ Fall 2036 ]

A young boy sits in his seat staring outside his classroom window. “Which means B equals R-” The voice of his teacher becomes tuned out as he loses focus. “We can put A and B on the x-axis, so we draw them in.” The young boy admires the blue sky, illuminating such a warm yet cold feeling. “Oliver?” The sound of his surname brings his focus back to his teacher. “You’ll have exams soon. Make sure you focus.” “I’m sorry sir.”      

Transaction History 160,000 ¥ to Oliver Aiku

The same young boy sits in his room, headphones in as he studies his curricular from school earlier that day. Deep in concentration before hearing a knock on his door. Removing his headphones, he turns to meet his dad on the phone with someone. “I got it, I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay, bye” He hangs up and the young boy asks. “That was Mr. Itoshi Sae, isn’t it? Will I stop by again to examine the play offs?” “No son. He’s away for familial reasons, so I arranged another teammate to under-wing you.” Oliver Aiku replies back to his son before turning to meet his gaze. “Studying again? I told you there's no need for this.” The young boy looks away hurt. “Ike, there is no need for studying. I am going to make you the world’s best striker. Just focus on your training, I’m going to make you great.” His father says before receiving a notification on his phone, which prompts him to leave his son’s room. “Okay.” Ike says softly watching his father walk away.

-

[ Fall Semester, 2016 ]

Your eyes light up watching your best friend, Rin, play on the field. Examining his every movement and how he plays strategically. Watching him play the way you have all these years.

The sound of cheering can be heard as a group of students watch their school’s soccer team play. 

“Itoshi’s a little scary, but he’s cool, right?” One of the female students in the crowd converses to her friend. “Totally, right! I had my eye on him.” She replies to her before the two erupt into a fit of giddiness “You think he has a girlfriend?” From hearing that odd question, you subtly turn to face who might have asked that.

“Y/n” The sound of a familiar male voice speaks, you turn to face Rin as he holds a towel to his forehead. “What’s with that look on your face?” “Huh? It’s nothing” You lie, averting your eyes away from him. “It obviously isn’t nothing.” He saw right through you. You turn your gaze to him one last time before rolling your eyes, you shove him lightly in a playful manner. “Rin.” You say his first name with endearment.

Rin. Rin.. Rin!

-

[ November 16, 2036 ]

Rin snaps out of his thoughts, turning to his team mate calling for him. “You don’t want to go home, you want to practice some more don’tcha?” Bachira jokes to his teammate. Rin rolls his eyes in annoyance before his friend continues. “If you don’t have plans, Isagi, Nagi and the rest of us are planning to e-” “No.” Rin harshly rejects before letting his friend finish. “You’re no fun” he cries as Rin quickly grabs his belongings, then leaving.

Stepping out from the gymnasium, he makes his way to his car. A familiar lilac color catches him from the corner of his eye.

Rin places the small bouquet of lilacs in the empty passenger seat beside him, he had just purchased them from the sweet old vendor that was passing by. As he starts the car a familiar song begins to play on the radio. Instead of skipping, he turns the volume up before driving home. Reminiscing on a beautiful past memory that felt like it was not too long ago.

[ Spring of 2017 ] "Around this time tomorrow" You struggle on your tippy-toes, reaching for the beautiful lilacs that are blossoming on the tree branches above you. "I wonder where you will be" From far, Rin watches you. The wind blows the lilacs of the spring, slowly onto your hair. "And who you will be thinking of" Trying to get a closer look, you try your best to continue reaching out to them, before they bend down closer to you. Your head turns to the side towards the person who have helped bring them down for you. "You are always gonna be my love" Your eyes meet Rin's examining the lilacs too, before coming to meet yours. Never have you felt such softness from a gaze of another person. Rin looks to you before looking back at the lilacs, bringing down closer to you. You reach up to feel the flowers tickle your nose, as you inhale deeply of the calming scent it extracts.

Rin arrives home, entering his luxurious apartment from the years of being a pro athletic star. He carries the bouquet of lilacs into his bedroom, laying them gently on his desk, before sighing as he touches the soft petals, remembering that day.

-

[ Fall Semester, 2016 ]

Rin steps out of his school's gymnasium, he scans to where you both usually meet, only to find one of his teammates conversing with you. He watches in curiosity.

"Y/n, please go out with me! I have movie tickets-"

"I'm sorry!" You reject your classmate immediately before running away, leaving him in shock.

He and Rin watch you run off, before Rin chuckles in satisfaction to himself. He claps his hands together and thanks the universe. Not too long, Rin follows for you knowing he was the one you were waiting for, after all it's your routine. You study in the library while he practices soccer, then walking home to either one's house. You both were stuck to the glue since you were small, knowing each other from the inside and out.

-

[ November 18, 2036 ]

You are mid-day in your shift at your family's bakery. As a little girl you have grown accustomed to helping your parents run their small business. Studying as you check guests out, you were so loved by everyone who would come in. Though ever since your father had long passed, things haven't been able to stay the same.

[ Summer 2007 ] "What is it you're reading y/n-chan?" A regular customer asks as your parents prepare their order. "A book about bones!" You take the large and heavy book in your hands, pointing to where you had just left off at. "Did you know there is a large bone located at the bottom of your heal called the calcaneus?" The customer looks at you with an impressed expression on their face before turning to your parents. "She's only 5?" Your parents look to each other giggling at how adorable you were to impress another dear customer with such intense knowledge at a young age. "She loves to learn." Your parents have always known you were meant for great succession. "That is one intelligent young brain" The customer compliments, before leaving. At the age of 5 everyone saw you as a growing prodigy. Your IQ was off the charts, along with your brain development. It seemed nearly incredible just how much you spend educating yourself. Could you be a lawyer? A governor? Maybe the president? You greet the customer to have a good day before hopping off the stool running towards them. “Mama, papa, I want to be a doctor!” You declare this promise. Your parents swore they saw light shine from you as you confessed with such joy. Your passion stood out beyond, and your parents did everything they can to help polish this gift of yours. “Your brain is a one of a kind y/n-chan.” Your mother praises before your father leans down “Our shining star.”

Who would have known that the very same daughter, would continue helping her mother run their family bakery. Her promise long forgotten.

As you wipe the counter, you find an old book. Taking it into your hands, you flip through the pages before stopping at one that holds a picture of you and a young boy. Taking the picture out, you think of him with such love before placing the picture back in, and continuing your work.

-

Another beautiful morning in the Kanagawa Prefecture. Rin rolls his windows down as he drives off to his old family home, for a little "family" reunion.

As he pulls up and parks, he sees a familiar red head, waiting for him by the front door. As Rin approaches the door, Sae gives a stoic expression before giving his younger brother a soft smile. Rin following suit. "Welcome home big bro."

The Itoshi brothers enter their childhood house until a young girl runs up to Rin. "Uncle Rinnie!" She cheers happily. "Maruko-chan, how are you?" He smiles softly at his brother's daughter, before picking her up and walking further into the family home with his brother.

-

Your shift had just ended, and you are now at a mall, searching for the perfect gift for a special someone.

You make your way from a shoe department, to belts. Leather wallets displayed in a glass case along with calligraphy pens. No item catches your eye that you feel would be suitable for this person so dear in your life. It makes you kind of feel like you hardly even know them anymore.

Looking at the time, it seems to run out so you leave without any purchases from these departments. Making your way to the meetup.

Pulling up to a luxurious gated house, you make your way to the monitor, requesting for someone. "Long time no see" you get the ick hearing the voice of your ex-husband, Oliver Aiku. "Hey, I'm here to pick up Ike as planned." Before you know, you see your teenage son make his way to your car with a backpack. "Thank you" You tell your ex-husband as your son enters the passenger side. "See you later." You hear Oliver say before a BEEP is heard.

You turn to look at your pride and joy, your son Ike. "How are you?" Asking as you drive off. "Okay" he says bluntly, almost awkwardly in a way. "Are you hungry?"

Making your way home to your apartment, you prepare to cook a meal for your son as he gets situated. As you cook you hear the click of the front door. Stopping your actions, you look towards the door seeing your son. "I'll be back later." He says before going out. Before you can say anything he shuts the door, leaving you alone.

You sigh quietly before looking to the calendar right besides the front door that reads on today's date "Ike's 14th birthday." You return to your cooking. Realizing you forgot an ingredient in the fridge, you open it only to find the birthday cake you planned to blow out for your son.

-

"So how have you been?" Sae asks his younger brother as they are seated at their family's dining table. Maruko in the chair beside her uncle as she plays around with her coloring book. "It's been the same." Rin replies bluntly before turning his attention to his niece. "What is that you're drawing? That is so cool" He says delightfully before his brother smiles with this interaction. Almost like how the years of distancing from his brother, the words said that one snowy night, the game they played against each other, and the years of not talking had never happened.

Rin's phone buzzes with a notification, his attention from Maruko leaves before he checks it. Sae watches as his younger brother enters his password, his expression changing into surprise.

"That number. 1 1 1 8." Rin looks at his brother in embarrassment before getting defensive, he gives his brother a glare. "That is a breach of privacy." "It's of her, isn't it?" Rin stays silent. "Are you still-" "It's not like that. There's no deep meaning- just that nobody would figure it out if I lost it." He refutes. "Uh-huh". Rin pays his brother no mind before reverting his attention back to Maruko.

Though, his full attention wasn't on her, but on the thougt of you. Thinking if he will ever see you again.

-

[ November 18, 2016 ]

Rin steps out of the gymnasium, ready to end the day with you by his side before he sees a familiar scene in front of him. He stays quiet as he watches the interaction.

"Y/n!" The boy yells, startling you. "Y-yes?" Rin watches in amusement, wondering how this will go down, already knowing you will turn the guy down just like you do with every confession before.

"Do... d-do.." Rin fights back an internal laugh before the boy confessing to you can even speak. "Do you like..." Good god, Rin just wants to go home and this rejection is taking forever. "DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE FOOD?!" The boy asks loudly startling you. You are taken aback and think out loud, do you? "Um.. I like-" before you can answer, the boy sees Rin and cries "Nevermind! I'm sorry" before running off.

You watch confused before seeing a figure from the corner of your eye. Rin moves past you, then looking back. "You ready to go?" You nod and blush in embarrassment, your best friend probably saw the entire thing.

The walk home was so close, but a bit too quiet for your liking, after that recent event. "I got asked my favorite food." You say still confused on that interaction. It's silent before Rin responds bluntly. "I think asking someone what their favorite food is, means that you like that person, right? I think he liked you, I'm surprised you didn't catch that considering how big your head is" You blush in embarrassment before retaliating. "What a weird way to say you think I'm smart, because I am!" You stomp ahead of him faster. With one lunge forward, he's already caught up to you again. Your angry demeanor diminished, replaced with laughter. He smiles too as you two make it home.

He walks you to your front door, as you open it the familiar scent of your mom's cooking escapes and as much as he wants to come in, he isn't able to tonight. Watching as you step into your door, he turns to leave before you call out to him. "Rin!" He turns back around to look at you. It is silent for a bit before you begin, "Then what about you?" He looks at you with a bit of confusion. "What's your favorite food?" You ask him. "Me?" He takes a moment to think, he's surprise he hasn't had this exchange with you before, he thinks to himself if he even knows your favorite food. After all, you both have been friends since you were 5! You guys literally live and breathe each other, best friends for what? LIFE!!!!

He takes a moment to think before answering "Ochazuke" it is a bit quiet, your mind replaying the memories of him eating ochazuke almost all the time as a kid, realizing there is a missing component. "with bream?" You ask. He's shocked that you knew that. "Especially with bream." He confesses, earning a giggle from you. "Goodnight Rin, get home safe. I'll see you later." You tell him before going in.

He waves you a "bye" as he heads off. 'What a random question.' He thought to himself before getting home.

Opening up his laptop, he hits the "call button" and shortly, his brother answers. "What" is heard on the other line. Rin then proceeds update with his brother as he's in Spain, and to tell him about the weird and random question you had asked him.

"She was confessing her feelings." Sae says on the other side of the line. "Huh? What do you mean?" "You stupid? Do you understand context?" His brother says annoyed, though Rin plays it off as playful sibling antics. Sae lets out an obviously annoyed sigh. "Before asking you your favorite food, you were talking about how it means you like that person. Then that's not a question, it's a confession!" He finishes, ready to hang up the call. Rin sits there in disbelief before getting up, grabbing his sweater before running out.

You on the other hand, sit at your desk that is in front of your window. Your binder propped open as you take notes and study. You are deep in focus before you see a familiar figure running in front of your house.

-

[ November 18, 2036 ]

You drive around looking for your son with worry. He hasn't replied back to you calls or texts in the past 9 hours. "Later.." You repeat to yourself, as you are unable to find him your grow with frustration. "When is later! Where could he be, is he alright?" As you drive you remember the feature on your phone, you check to see that your son is sharing his location with you indefinitely, before beginning your drive to him.

You stop in front of... your family's bakery? Parking, you run inside only to find him in a secluded corner, studying? "Ike?" You call for him, he looks up at you before looking at the time.

"Mom I'm sorry, I didn't see the time- I was just-" Before you can finish you engulf him in a hug. Relieved that he is safe. Not too long your mother comes from the counter. "Why didn't you tell me he was here?" You ask her. "I didn't even know you had him in town today. Besides, he wanted to study."

You both look to him before you let out a sigh of relief, immediately returning home. The drive home was quiet, but as you made it through the door of your apartment, your son apologizes again to which you tell him it was alright. "I have something for you." You guide your son the the kitchen where you prepare his birthday gift, along with his present.

Ike lets out a small smile towards the gesture, blowing out the candle then opening his present, which was an envelope.

"I wasn't sure what to get you, so I bought you a gift card." You say as he takes it out. He thanks you as he gives you a warm hug. Small moments like these give you the memory of love that you feel had been forgotten, though it was time to take him back.

-

[ November 18, 2016 ]

"Rin?" You say yourself before you see him running towards your door.

You drop your studies and immediately sprint down, before he could know you swing the door open, startling both of you. "Rin? What's wrong?" You ask before noticing that rain began to sprinkle. "You'll catch a cold." You say as you try to yank him inside, yet he doesn't move. Instead, it takes a moment before he grabs you, pulling you close to him. "RIN-!"

He hugs you tightly as his eyes begin to gloss. "Rin?" "What about you y/n?" "What?" "What is..." as he begins to ask, the rain starts to come down harder, but he holds you even closer, shielding your head to prevent the rain from touching you. "your favorite food? What is it?" You close your eyes as you share the embrace with him before answering "Shrimp."

He lets out a small chuckle as he holds you, your childhood best friend that you had grown up and endured so much with. He pulls away before cupping your cheek. The rain beginning to pour on the both of you, soaking your hair.

"I like you." Itoshi Rin confesses. Years of keeping it to himself, he confesses that he does, finally. "Ever since we were five." He looks into your eyes, watching as your eyes get glossier than his. It feels as if time has froze, the way you both look at each other with such endearment, although eyes filled with tears threatening to escape.

"Please go out with me."

"Yes."

The rain pours as you continue your reply. "Me too. Rin, I like you too.” Tears began to spill from both eyes as you hug each other in an embrace so tight.

Time, standing still is about to start moving

So many things I don't want to forget

Around this time tomorrow

I know I will be crying

I will be thinking of you.

[ November 18, 2036 ]

You will always be inside my heart

Rin bids his brother and niece a farewell as he starts his drive home.

There will always be a place just for you

He turns his car on, and on the radio plays the same song he had heard of yesterday.

I just hope I have a place in your heart too

As he drives, he thinks to himself that he feels the coincidences recently are all too haunting.

Now and forever you are still the one

It was like every memory of you, the existence of you is coming back stronger than before.

Now, it is still a sad love song

"Will I ever see her again?" He thinks to himself as he enters the roundabout.

Until I can sing a new one

As you drive your head begins to hurt again. You squint your eyes to see the roundabout coming up. You begin to slower still your eyes focused on the road.

You are always gonna be my love

Rin looks behind him as another car comes in. His eyes expanding, not believing his eyes.

If one day I fall in love with someone again...

He slows down on driving, examines if it's really you, watching as your eyes squint ahead of you. You look beautiful, just as how he last saw you in person. All the memories and feelings he had of you shock him there, but before he could say a thing he sees as you begin to drive forward.

I'll remember to love, you taught me how

Noticing how ahead you are of him, he presses on the gas, an attempt to follow you before you make a safe right out of the roundabout. The speed he was going at, he wouldn't have been able to do the same so he misses.

You are always gonna be my love

He looks forward as he continues to drive and then back, still in shock of seeing you again in person after all those years.

"Every moment is an irreplaceable piece of our lives."

Now and forever.

"But what if... you lose an important piece?"

A/N: Merry quisssmoisssss everyone! Wishing you all a happy day and yeah! I hope you enjoy chapter one, and hopefully it wasn't too confusing. I really wanted to follow the format similar to the series hehe! See you next chapter!

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Malou (’Mia Mayhem’) Jensen *Main character

Voice Claim:(Olivia Wilde) https://youtu.be/bV6cC-rUMCs?t=1m13s (Right click on links and open in new tab)

Partner(s): Dalton. Parents: None. Kids: None. Age: 37 (Year 2020) 26th of May. Height: 173cm Body type: Slim. Eye color: Light blue/gray Human: Immortal.

About: Caring, Individualistic, Generous, Passionate, Creative, Adventurous, Sarcastic, Charismatic, Clever, Compassionate, Sensitive, Freethinking, Friendly, Helpful, Sharing,  Humble, Self-critical, Understanding, Witty, Open-minded, Absentminded, Emotional, Brooding, Skeptical, Stubborn, Shy, Introvert, Observant, Anxious, Cautious, Genuine, Awkward and Clumsy. ~ Straight, but loves to watch gay porn. Is borderline Asexual when it comes to straight sex. ~ Has several tattoos on her body, mainly Geeky, representing some of the fandoms she’s in. ~ Her favorite tattoo is the unicorn she has on her left hand. ~ Colors her hair electric blue. ~ Is a writer/artist. ~ Currently learning to write song lyrics/sing/play guitar. ~ Lives with her roomie, Dalton. ~ Used to attend a design school where she would sew clothes all day, now she can’t stand sewing by machine, and only does things she can sew by hand. ~ HUGE cat lover. - Has 3 of her own, Oliver, BMO and Bunny. ~ Used to be very skinny and hated when people assumed she had an eating disorder, or called her names like giraffe or spider legs, when she actually had a very large appetite and always ate a lot. ~ Always smells like burned incense and wood. ~ Hates most artificial smells, loves earthy tones. ~ Loves to collect creepy stuff. ~ Atheist. ~ Has a pretty dark sense of humor. ~ Drinks almost nothing but tea. ~ Is probably made of tea? ~ Dislikes society. ~ Flannel/tartan addict. ~ Super power = anxiety. ~ Believes in unicorns and magic. ~ Strong-willed. ~ Stomps around in big boots. ~ Once kicked a taxi cause the driver was an ass. ~ Hates when people repeatedly sticks their nose in her business. ~ Orphan. ~ Pretty good cook. ~ Fills her bed with plushies to make up for the fact she hasn't shared her bed with anyone half a decade at least. ~ Lonely. ~ Melancholic. ~ Romantic at heart though she never fully admits it. ~ Cares too much for her own good. ~ 100/10 would do anything for the people she loves. ~ Is very honest, if you can’t handle the truth, don’t ask for it. ~ Was abused physically and mentally as a child, as result she sometimes suffers from anxiety, Depression and bad nerves. ~ Can be rather pessimistic. ~ Hates freezing. ~ Uncomfortable around people. ~ Loves her friends, her cats, Rock music, chillout music, pandas, unicorns, owls, wolves, ravens, deer, bears, foxes, Deadpool, watching movies, plushies, licorice, writing, being creative in any way, light chains, grungy stuff, neon lights, Christmas, Halloween, Halloween-type decor, Hello Kitty, 90′s stuff, spearmint, finding deeper meaning in stuff around her, stickers, Anti-Heroes, collecting penis decor, spooky stuff, anything made out of raw wood, flannel, daydreaming, weird/cute/extraordinary mugs, leather wristbands, gay porn, dancing to loud music, Rick & Morty, coloring books, cozy blankets, strange backpacks, gemstones/crystals, nature and scented candles. ~ Her style changes with her mood. One day she wears bright colorful stuff with rainbows and unicorns. Next day it’s black clothes with witchy/creepy symbols/prints or dirty jeans and oversized flannel shirts. ~ Can be pretty grumpy, but it’s usually nothing more than just that. Malou’s tag Malou’s house/home Malou’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe her:

One song to describe her:  Mumford & Sons - Hopeless Wanderer Personal playlist: 1. Incubus - Drive 2. D-A-D - Laugh 'n' A ½ 3. Godsmack - Serenity 4. Jack Johnson - All At Once 5. Damon Albarn – On Melancholy Hill (acoustic) 6. Tim Christensen - Whispering At The Top Of My Lungs 7. Linkin Park - Papercut 8. Nirvana - Plateau 9. Gorillaz - Tomorrow Comes Today 10. Serj Tankian - Left Of Center 11. Korn - Freak On a Leash 12. The White Stripes - Hardest Button To Button 13. Gorillaz - Aries ft. Peter Hook & Georgia 14. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Can't Stop 15. Madrugada - Sirens 16. Alabama 3 - Woke Up This Morning 17. Gorillaz - Amarillo 18. Jewel - Absence Of Fear 19. Angels and Airwaves - Secret Crowds 20. Blur - Girls And Boys 21. Gorillaz - Saturnz Barz (Spirit House) 22. Cigarettes After Sex - Sweet  23. Jewel - Deep Water 24. Jack Johnson - Sleep Through the Static 25. Damon Albarn - Lonely Press Play 26. D-A-D - Empty Heads 27. R.E.M. - Drive 28. Incubus - Promises, Promises 29. Chris Cornell - Billie Jean 30. Blur - Colin Zeal 31. Puscifer - Momma Sed 32. Heartless Bastards - Only For You 33. Gorillaz - El Mañana 34. Angels & Airwaves - Breathe 35. The Beatles - Come Together 36. 4 Non Blondes - What's Up 37. Gorillaz - Momentary Bliss ft. slowthai & Slaves 38. Norah Jones - Come Away With Me 39. Blur - Mirrorball 40. Incubus - Black Heart Inertia 41. Limp Bizkit feat. Method Man N 2 Gether Now 42. 2Pac - Changes ft. Talent 43. D-A-D - Bad Craziness 44. Nirvana - Pennyroyal Tea 45. Blur - Ong Ong 46. Angels and Airwaves - Do It For Me Now 47. Right Said Fred - What A Day For A Daydream 48. Damon Albarn - Everyday Robots 49. The Human League - I’m The Law 50. Jamiroquai - Virtual Insanity 51. Linkin Park - A Place For My Head 52. Blink -182 - Down 53. 3 Doors Down - Duck And Run 54. Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket 55. Savage Garden - The Animal Song 56. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Scar Tissue 57. Incubus - Dig 58. Green Day - Basket Case 59. LP - Lost On You [Live Session] 60. D-A-D - Sleeping My Day Away 61. Bob Marley - Buffalo Soldier 62. Beth Hart - Delicious Surprise 63. Extreme - Hole Hearted 64. Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al 65. Jack Johnson - Breakdown 66. Damon Albarn - Photographs (You Are Taking Now) 67. Sticky Fingers - Cyclone (The Village Sessions) 68. Blur - Star Shaped 69. Serj Tankian - Empty Walls 70. The Dead South - Diamond Ring 71. The Kills - U.R.A Fever 72. Godsmack - I Stand Alone 73. Queen -  Bicycle Race 74. Alanis Morissette - Ironic 75. Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Hidden War 76. Nirvana - About A Girl 77. Damon Albarn - Mr Tembo 78. Savage Garden - To The Moon & Back 79. Alannah Myles - Black Velvet 80. Jewel - Down So Long 81. Tep No - Swear Like A Sailor 82. Youssou N'Dour - 7 Seconds ft. Neneh Cherry 83. Gorillaz - Broken 84. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Road Trippin 85. Jewel - Good Day 86. Sheryl Crow - Everyday Is A Winding Road 87. Gorillaz - The Valley of The Pagans ft. Beck 88. Green Day - When I Come Around 89. Tim Christensen - Lay Down Your Arms 90. Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood 91. The Pretty Reckless - Zombie 92. Stereophonics - Maybe Tomorrow 93. Blackfield - My Gift of Silence 94. Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Love Me a Little 95. Damon Albarn - Heavy Seas Of Love 96. The Paper Kites - Bloom 97. David Bowie - Heroes 98. The Beatles - Day Tripper 99. Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc. 100. Faithless - Mass Destruction 101. Limp Bizkit - My Generation (Uncensored) 102. Tasmin Archer - Sleeping Satellite 103. Jennifer Brown - Alive 104. Of Monsters And Men - Sloom 105. Panic! At The Disco - New Perspective 106. Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff(Explicit) 107. Blur - Lonesome Street 108. Sort Sol - Holler High 109. Jacob Lee - Demons (Philosophical Sessions) 110. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here 111. Nina Simone  Feeling Good 112. The Human League - Darkness 113. Gorillaz - Strange Timez ft. Robert Smith 114. Des'ree - I'm Kissing You 115. Meredith Brooks - What Would Happen 116. Dan Black - Symphonies ft. Kid Cudi 117. The Kills - No Wow 118. Gorillaz - Fire Flies 119. Guns N' Roses - Patience 120. Incubus - In The Company Of Wolves 121. The Dead Weather - Will There Be Enough Water 122. Hooverphonic - Mad About You (Live at Koningin Elisabethzaal 2012) 123. Blur - The Universal 124. Sort Sol - Let Your Fingers Do The Walking 125. Roy Orbison - In The Real World 126. Corey Hart - Sunglasses At Night 127. Imagine Dragons - Radioactive (Henri Pfr & Hësling Edit) (Cover By Victoria) 128. Hollow Coves - These Memories 129. Beth Hart - Favorite Things 130. Catching Flies - Quiet Nights Bonus: Yello - Oh Yeah Double Bonus: Meredith Brooks - Bitch Triple Bonus: Seal - Crazy Almost done I swear!: Wolf Larsen - If I Be Wrong Last but not least: Tim Christensen - Enjoy The Silence

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Rebel Without A Cause- Ch 16

A/N: For those of you who didn’t get to see the NSFW document that I can not post on Tumblr, here is the link for that. 

Dean Winchester is a certified goddamn asshole! Plain and simple. He had been cognizant of how she had been treated growing up, yet he still used her for his own entertainment. What Maggie had thought was a connection and sweet intimacy had just been another way for him to have his fun. Maggie had felt loved, cherished, and treasured when what conspired between them was nothing but carnal coitus, pure fornication. Him allowing that man, the drummer of the band, to watch as they had sex was more than Maggie could handle.

She isn't a prude, although some might think she is from her style and behavior, but knowing that there had been an audience when she was at her most vulnerable is unsettling; him knowing that they were being watched, painful. 

The tears flowed the whole way back to her motel and as soon as she gets into her room she stripped her clothing, planning to burn the offending garments and takes a shower with the water as hot as she could stand. Maggie scrubs until her skin is raw, all the while the tears keep streaming down her face. She swears that she’s going back to work, telling Mr. Singer that she isn't able to get the story he wants, and if she loses her job then so be it.

ONE MONTH LATER

Maggie’s cell rings again for the thousandth time in a week. She refuses to answer, knowing who’s on the other end.

Since her story had been published, her phone rang constantly. Publishers of other daily and weekly magazines offering jobs and positions at their facilities. She had been answering those and politely declining the proposals. But then this one number kept calling; it was one she had happily-at the time- added to her contact list. Now, she regretted ever exchanging that information with Dean fucking Winchester.

She silences her phone and goes back to typing up her article for the Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert she had attended just the night before. After he got her feature story on the Winchester Sex Bombs, Mr. Singer had begun giving her editorials and feature pieces for entertainment expositions that were more her preference. Each article had received high praise from the public and Mr. Singer decided to keep her on staff. 

He claimed not to be upset with the review on the Connecticut concert that she had turned in, but Maggie could tell her boss was not too happy with the picture that she had painted with her harsh words.

Jessica, the receptionist for the Ft. Garrison News, knocks on the wall before entering Maggie’s cubicle. “Hey,” the blonde says, smiling. 

“Hey, Jess,” Maggie acknowledges. “What’s up?” She takes a moment to look up from her tablet to see the blonde holding a stack of notes. 

Jessica Moore was working while going to college to become a personal injury lawyer, which Maggie found out over coffee in the breakroom one day. She had spoken to Jessica when she went to refill her cup and was feeling out of place since Jo was no longer speaking to her. 

After her story had been written up, Maggie had asked Jo to go out for drinks and in a drunken rage, had told her everything- even about catching the drummer getting off to them,  causing Jo to get extremely jealous and had quit speaking to her. 

“These are yours,” Jess tells her as she hands the stack of notes to Maggie. “Some guy keeps calling for you. He doesn't leave a message, just says you know who he is and to please call. He’s been calling every hour for days.”

Maggie takes the papers and places them on her desk. “Thanks, Jess. I’ll call as soon as I’m done here.”

Maggie glares at her phone as the ringtone fills the air. She knew he wasn’t going to give up until she answered so she took a sip of coffee and picked the device up, sliding the little green arrow across the screen.

“Margaret Fitzgerald speaking.”

“Mags, sweetheart,” Dean’s voice glides through the earpiece. “You are one hard woman to get ahold of.” She could hear the smile in his speech. She also knew that she was about to take that smile right off his face.

“What do you want, Dean?”

“A chance to talk, to apologize. I fucked up. I know I did. Just give me a chance to explain.”

“So explain. Tell me why you thought it’d be a good idea to let your drummer watch us while we had sex?”

“That isn’t a conversation for the phone, sweetheart.”

His voice echoed as Maggie looked up to see Dean standing in front of her, his phone still held to his ear. She lowered her phone, turning it off and stared at him. She couldn’t believe he had come all this way just to talk to her. Dean slides his phone into his pocket and sits down in the chair across from her and put his elbows on the table between them.

“What do you want, Dean?” Maggie asks, exasperated. She can’t believe he has actually traveled all this way to come to talk to her.

Before Dean answers though, a female voice rings out. “Oh. My. God. You’re Dean Winchester!”

Maggie looks over to the entryway of the break room to see Jo practically vibrating with excitement. She rolls her eyes as Jo makes her way to their table, adjusting her shirt to pull the top down a little lower. “Hi,” she says as she comes to a still next to Maggie.

“Hello,” Dean says, clearly annoyed that they had been interrupted. But then he straightens up and puts a fake smile on his face. Although he is wearing sunglasses Maggie is sure that his dark olive eyes are full of irritation. She hides her amusement at his discomfort behind her mug. 

Jo’s apparent display of fangirlism thrills Maggie as she watches her co-worker try her damnedest to keep Dean’s attention but the lead singer only has eyes for Maggie. After getting an autograph and a one-armed hug, Jo retreats from the break room but not before throwing an envious look over her shoulder at Maggie.  

“So, sweetheart,” Dean grabs her attention. “Can we talk about that rather unflattering piece you put out about my band?” 

Maggie sits her coffee mug onto the table and leans forward. “First off, I ain’t your sweetheart. Secondly, everything I said in that article was the truth. I’m sorry that I’m not one of your groupies who just overlooks your blatant disregard for others and will just spout out praise and compliments. Yea your music is good, I said that in my piece but the actions afterward overshadow everything on stage.”

“Swee-Mags….what will it take to change your mind? What can I do?”

“There is absolutely nothing you can do, Dean,” Maggie says, leaning forward onto the table. “You let him watch us!” she angrily whispers. “You knew I had issues with my self-awareness. You know my mom and Lisa chipped away my dignity. You heard their condescending remarks, you saw how it affected me but you still let your friend witness what I thought was something private, something personal between us. So no, there is absolutely nothing you can do to make me retract my story. If that is the only reason you came all this way, then I’m sorry you wasted your time.”

Dean leans forward and whispers,”And what if I tell you Lisa is the reason that I no longer have sex with just one person?”

Maggie balks at that. Is he trying to get her pity? Using her contention with her sister as a way to weasel out an explanation? She shakes her head and sits back, crossing her arms.

“Dean, don’t,” she says, the tears she is so desperately trying to cover evident. “Don’t say that. Don’t use that as an excuse. You two were in love. I saw it every day. I saw how you looked at her. How can you say that she’s the reason for-”

“This is not a conversation for the workplace break room. Maggie, let me take you out tonight. I’ll buy whatever you want and I will explain to you exactly how Lisa Braeden manipulated me too.”

“Mags, she condemned everything,” Dean reveals as they are waiting for their orders. Maggie had agreed to go out with Dean because she was curious about how Lisa had played Dean; how she had used his inexperience and gullibility to cause him to become who he is today. Having sex with multiple partners at the same time, being allowed to be observed while doing it.  

“Every time we….we had sex, she complained about it. I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t satisfy her needs. Hell, she told me that my dick wasn’t big enough. She made me feel inadequate, like I was unworthy. So after we broke up, I swore that I would always have back-up. I would have someone else there to pick up the slack. I know that sounds horrible and obnoxious but in my juvenile brain, I believed her. She was my first and she was telling me that I was disappointing. It sure is a blow to the ego. I thought we were making love but she just wanted a decent fuck,” he stammers, a hand running across the back of his neck. “16-year-old me didn’t know what making love was. Hell, 26-year-old me didn’t know until a month ago. Maggie, what you and I did in that room was making love. I’m sorry that I ruined it by letting Benny in. Old habits are hard to break, I guess.”

Maggie understood all too well the effect of Lisa’s mockery and satire better than anyone. Lisa had began making fun of Maggie when she was 9 and Maggie was 7 and it only got worse once Lisa found out that she wouldn’t be disciplined for it; hell, even her own mother had joined in on the ridiculing.

“Dean, I’m sorry you went through that,” Maggie sincerely admits. She can truly empathize with Dean because she had also been on the receiving end of Lisa's humiliation. “Let me be the first one to say though that you have no problems in that area. I was completely and utterly satisfied and fulfilled. You sure know what you’re doing in that department,” Maggie mutters as she feels a blush bloom on her cheeks. 

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Rules: spell your url with songs, and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

l - lmho by flor

i - in bloom by neck deep

v - virtual aerobics by wallows

e - easy by real estate

f - freefall by whethan ft. oliver tree

a - after dark by mr. kitty

s - space ghost coast to coast by glass animals

t - telepath by manchester orchestra

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d - dust hymn by purity ring

i - in the end by strfkr

e - edge of town by middle kids

c - c'est la vie by weathers

l - lost in yesterday by tame impala

o - ok pal by m83

w - wars by of monsters and men

n - no stress by tycho ft. saint sinner

i am a very small blog with only a couple mutuals, so i am going to break the rules a bit by not directly tagging anyone. BUT if you are someone that wants to do this meme and haven't been tagged yet then you can 100% go for it and say the tag was from me lol

[olicity-prompts-by-erica]

A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

(Title prompt from Abby)

Snow White/reverse Frozen but make it Supernatural; Oliver has grown up very familiar with his clan's prophecy about the red rose that's meant to appear and magically save the dying forest that they take refuge in and live off of, but the forest keeps getting worse and Oliver has stopped believing in this magic cure. Taking advantage of his heightened werewolf senses, he freelances as a mercenary/hunter for humans who don't know any different.

When King Darhk (the ice king himself, widely blamed for depleting the forest's resources to such a sorry state) hires him to eliminate his daughter, the elusive Felicity Smoak, that the town's never seen (she isn't allowed to leave the grounds for some reason), Oliver accepts.

He assumes the plush flora of the castle grounds are just a display of wealth and power while the rest of the town withers away, until he encounters the princess herself in a garden on the grounds. She's bright and radiates warmth in a way he isn't used to, she smells like home, and, most shockingly, she literally radiates life.

He watches as she hums to herself and the grass grows greener and stronger in her path. She waves her hand and a single red rose grows and blooms right next to where she sits, and Oliver's goal changes. He's going to save her and protect her if it's the last thing he does.

(ft. Oliver surprising Felicity and that same rose immediately growing huge and curling around her protectively with sharp thorns extended towards the source of the noise, but melting back down to it's usual small & soft appearance once Oliver clarifies what's going on & that he's going to help her)

Imagine the rose all glowy like in Beauty and The Beast and Felicity kind of has like the power of Spring??? who knows

[sxptic-mp4]

i was tagged by @hannaalisa to list 10 songs i've been listening to and tag 10 people (thanks b<3)

1. give yourself a try - the 1975

2. angeline - chase atlantic

3. fashion killa - a$ap rocky

4. 8 out of 10 - drake

5. hangover - grand lotus

6. coaster - khalid

7. go! (ft. mai lan) - m83

8. bloom - troye sivan

9. nico and the niners - twenty one pilots

10. alien boy - oliver tree

i'll tag @aeriaa and anyone else who wants to do this!