i am so in love with this train station

memory found || stiles stilinski (part two)

word count: 5288

warnings: season 6A finale spoilers, brief mention of sex

prompt: part two of this imagine

author’s note: i recieved many requests for a part two of memory found, so here is the next part. i got very carried away with this, it’s literally over 5k words. i got emotional at the end bc the music i was listening to. i am so in love with these two parts. also, one of the many authors i like on tumblr replied to the first part. so shoutout to @minhosmeanhoe (not my gifs)


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Little Wizard (Draco Malfoy x muggle!Reader)

Originally posted by imagine-everything41

Request: Anon

Prompt: Hi! If you have time, could you do a muggle!reader x Draco where they always flirt and eventually sleep together, but then the reader discovers she is pregnant? So she tries to run away during the night (because she knows her child will be a mudblood thinks Draco will hate/abandon), and when Draco notices she’s missing, he panics and goes looking for her? Thank you 😊

You met Draco by accident. You were wandering around in the train station and bumped into him, knocking all of his luggage off his cart and onto the ground. You apologized over and over again as you helped pick it up. In return you got a smile and a piece of paper with an address to write to.

You thought it was funny, an address. You asked why he didn’t have a phone and all he said was that he was going away to school. The address said Hogwarts School and gave a very funny street number. You thought it was fake but in the end decided to try writing anyway. Sure enough a week had passed after you sent the letter and one returned.

You continued to write back and fourth and you found out Draco was very flirtatious. He told you things that no boy had ever told you before. You were falling in love with him and didn’t know what to do.

After a month curiosity got the best of you. Draco would never speak to you about his classes and gave minimal information about his school. So you did the only logical thing and took to the Internet searching for Hogwarts. What you found was quite unsettling. There was no official website, no school records, and all of the maps you looked at denied its existence.

The only thing you did find was a conspiracy theory website. When you clicked on it you decided it wouldn’t hurt to read. You rolled your eyes as it said magic was real and Hogwarts was a school for magical education. There’s no such thing as magic. Right?

Needing to know the truth you wrote Draco and told him that if he didn’t tell you the truth that you would stop writing him. You sent the letter and by the time you returned from the post office there was on owl sitting on your windowsill. As you got closer you realized he was holding a letter addressed to you.

You opened the window and took the letter from the owl. There was no stamps, no address, only your name. It read,

Dear Y/n,

You will find no trace of Hogwarts no matter where you search. You’re right though, what you did find is not a theory. Hogwarts is a school of Witchcraft and Wizardly and I am indeed a wizard. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I couldn’t. My whole family are pure born wizards and you are what we call a muggle or a non-magic. My family wouldn’t take kindly to me being with you so if you still want me, we would have to keep this secret. I am coming home for a holiday so if you’d like to continue our relationship and see where it goes, meet me where we first met and I will have your answer. I hope you understand.

Your love,


So here you were two weeks later waiting at the train station. He was a wizard, a real wizard. That shouldn’t stop you from loving him. It’s cool! As you stood twiddling your thumbs you looked up and met Draco’s eyes. Without even thinking you were running towards him and jumping into his arms.

“You’re not mad?” He asked holding you tightly.

“Of course not. I get to date a wizard”

He pulled away and looked at your face surprised. “You want to be with me?”

“Of course I do. I’d be a fool to let you go” You said touching his face.

Before you knew it Draco had pressed his lips against yours and pushed you up against a wall. You both pulled away breathless. “You want to go somewhere” He asked gently. You nodded and left the train station.

You walked around for a bit and Draco ended up taking you back to where he was staying. Things escalated more than you expected and you spent the night together. You stayed with Draco for a week until he had to return back to school. He said you could keep living in the small apartment if you wanted and you happily agreed.

A month later you realized you had made a mistake. You were pregnant. What would Draco think? Even more pressing what would his father think? Draco would be ruined and his family shut him out. You had to leave.

That night you packed up your things and left your apartment. Draco wouldn’t want to stay with you so why stick around for the pain. You moved as far from the apartment as you could afford and stopped sending Draco letters. You burned every one he sent you in fear of cracking and telling him the truth.

Two months later there was a knock at the door. You opened the door and it was Draco. You knew it was too late to lie because you were already starting to show and there was no hiding that.

“Is this why you disappeared?” He asked quieter than you’d ever heard him speak before.

“How did you find me?” You asked pulling your sweater tighter around your body.

“I’m a wizard remember. Why didn’t you tell me?” He pleaded walking into your new apartment.

“How could I?” You asked desperately. “Your father, and you, and what if…”

“To hell with my father” He said angrily. “I love you and I would never leave you whether you’re a muggle or not. I am going to stay with you and protect you and our baby”

“I’m sorry” You said crying on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry”

“It’s ok. I’m here now and nothing, nothing could ever change that” He said kissing your forehead.

Always a Bridesmaid 2/4

Felicity must return to her hometown for the first time since high school to stand in her friend Sara’s wedding.  While many things have changed for Felicity some have not and she has begun to wonder what happened to her old high school crush Oliver Queen.

This is for all, who like me, have had the privilege of being a bridesmaid.

Thanks so much for all the lovely comments and reblogs on Chapter One - I am beyond flattered and grateful for all those who took the time to read my story.

Thanks so much to @mel-loves-all for the beautiful edit and to @almondblossomme for proofing!  Also available on AO3 where you can also find Chapter 1.

                                  Chapter 2: Feels Like Home

June 2017

As Felicity stepped off the train in Star City, she thought how crazy it was that she never bothered to visit. It really was only a couple hours by train but she had not been back since her high school graduation.

As she pulled her weekend bag into the train station terminal she expected to be greeted by a very excited Sara. She looked around. Alas, no Sara.

“Felicity Smoak?”

Felicity looked. She was surprised to see the one and only Oliver Queen walking toward her. Panic set in. “I can do this.”

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Dream Journal 5F00-0020-AB5E

I visited the Dream Town Wisteria, the DA is 5F00 - 0020 - AB5E and submitted by @peachsaplings, and when I’m told that this was a WIP, I couldn’t believe it. I try not to post so many pics of a Dream Town so that people can enjoy it for themselves. 

I give this town a def 5/5! The views were beautiful, there was A TON of little gifts laying around, beautiful paths, a beautiful map and layout, I loved being here all the way around! I am honored to be invited to this town. You are doing an amazing job on this town @peachsaplings and if this in fact a WIP, please do invite me when its officially finished! I would love to see it again!

Want me to visit yours? Send me an ask, submission or even an IM!

You must be proud he is so popular, heh!

I had bubbles at a picnic!

Sat and enjoyed the view!

Thank you!!! <3

I enjoyed a coffee at the train station!

Enjoyed more views and ate ice cream at the park!

i just spent ten minutes consoling a complete stranger in the train station because her boyfriend got on the train aka leaving her and he kept blowing her kisses and she was a complete wreck so i spent ten minutes telling her it’s all alright and she’ll see him again and that he loves her and i literally knew nothing about the woman but i was willing to be her shoulder to cry on as she broke down in public

Hotel Cortez -James March x Reader

Words: 3,089

Description: This is about when you and James first meet and your relationship later grows into something more. Also The Countess, unfortunaetly, does not exisits in this story. 

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this! I have a Jimmy Darling Imagine in the works right now and I might be able to upload it to day or tomorrow. Please let me kno if you would like to request something! XOXO


           It was a lovely summer day in 1920, you were heading to Los Angeles, California. You were going to transform your whole life to a new beginning. You had to escape your little town in (your State now), a lot of things happened that weren’t supposed to. You were boarding your train when you could have sworn you saw your ex (Ex’s Name) and you wouldn’t be surprised if you did. He was the reason why you needed a transformation. You brushed off the feeling of being watched and hopped into your seat. It was a bumpy ride but surprisingly smooth for a train. You quickly fell asleep and woke up to the bright sun hitting your face and the conductor saying,

    “Five minutes until Los Angeles, California, the city of dreams!”

You had picked up your purse that had stumbled to the floor. You quickly got up and exited the train. You had been walking for a bit with your eyes closed and embracing the warm sun. It was so glorious until you stumbled into a muscular chest. You were waiting for an impact for when your head hit the hard pavement, but there was nothing. You felt two very strong arms embrace you instead. You opened your eyes and looked up at this stranger who had saved you from a hard concussion. Your (Eye Color) eyes met his dark brown eyes. It was a long time of both of you just staring and you hadn’t realized how close you were until you looked at his mustache. He placed you back upright and he adjusted his suit while you adjusted your dress. 

“I am so sorry please accept my pardon. I am never usually this clumsy and I am more attentive. I am so sorry. I feel so bad. Oh, and thank you for saving me from hitting my head on the pavement.” I said.

“I accept your pardon. Also, I couldn’t let a beautiful lady like you fall.” He said. My checks were so red from his compliment.

“Again, Thank you…….”

“James and yours is?”


 “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

 “Why, thank you.” It was just a little while of him and I just staring at eachother. He cleared his throat and said:

“I have a spontaneous feeling that you are quite new to Los Angeles.” I shook my head as in agreeing with his comment, “Well, would you like to go to a nearby resturant and have a drink with me?” How I could I say no there was this amazingly handsome man standing in front of me asking me to go to a resturant and drink with him!

“Yes, I would love to go get a drink with you!” I happily said. James pulled out his arm for me to take and I took it. I looked at him as he looked at me and we both smiled. We gracefully walked down the sidewalk, while also walking slowly because of James’s cane.

After walking a couple blocks we reached this very neat looking resturant called “The Silver Moon.” We released our tangled arms from each other as James opened the door for me. I quietly thanked him by slightly bowing my head. He came in after me as I held the door open for him. A kind man that looked like he worked here approached us asking where we would like to sit.

“A table for two please sir.” James said.

“Alas, right this way, follow me.” The waiter said.

The waiter walked us to our table and before I could personally pull out my chair, James pulled it out for me. I sat down adjusting my dress as James pushed me in and sat across from me.

“Oh, James you didn’t have to pull my chair out for me. I can perfectly manage pulling out a chair.”

“No, it is tradition for a man to be a gentlemen when on a date with a beautiful woman!” Wait did James just say date? 

“Did you just say that I was your date?” I asked stupidly.

“Why of course. I thought it was quite obvious but is that okay? I would like to court you even though we have just met and I am a bit old fashion…” I interuppted him saying,

“James I would be more than happy to court you! I have found quite an infactuation with you. I like that you are old fashion and I hope you will stay like that forever.” I said while reaching for his hand which he takes. 

“Splendid! Why I couldn’t be more pleased!” He said while rising his shoulders.

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“Now, (Y/N) if you don’t mind me asking but, how did you come to be here? In Los Angeles?” He said. I slightly tensed up knowing that I would never avoid James asking this question. I assume that he saw my reaction because he started rubbing his thumb around the back of my hand. 

“Well, I originally come from (Your Home Town), and I had developed  a relationship with one of my high school classmate, (Ex’s Name). We dated for a while and it was marvelous in the beginning until he started to become very rude to everyone. Alcholism had gotten into the picture and there wasn’t a moment where he was sober. A bottle of alcohol every where. I couldn’t handle it anymore so I broke it off. We had dated for five and a half years. After I had broken up with him he started to follow me. He had broken into my apartment and tried to kill me. I was so scared to be alone. I had to move back to my childhood home with my family. I had been living there for two years until my mom said that it wasn’t healthy that I stayed inside all the time out of fear so she got me a one way ticket to Los Angeles. I went to the train station and I had sworne that I saw him there but he dissappeared after a group of people walked past. So I arrive in Los Angeles and bump into you. That is how I came to be here.” I finished looking into his sorrowful eyes. 

“My love, I am so sorry. No one should ever expierence that, ever!” James got out from his seat and walked over to mine. He pulled out my chair and engulfed me into a warm embrace. We slowly pulled apart and looked into each other’s eyes. He slowly leaned in with his eyes closed as I cleared my throat and leaned back.

“I am so sorry James. I think it is a bit early for that.” I said and looked at him as he turned his head and agreed by nodding his head yes. 

“Do you have a place to stay?” James asked sweetly.

“Yes I do. My mother sent a telegram saying that she booked my room at the hotel down the street, “Hotel Living.” A bit of an odd name but that is where I am staying.”

“Please let me walk you there and get you checked in.”

“As you wish.” He offered his arm which I gladly accepted and he pulled me extra close to him. We strided down the gloomy sidewalk again and arrived at this wonderful hotel. We walked in and James checked me in. We walked up the stairs and arrived at room 64. 

“Ah, my now new favorite number since you are staying here. I think if I ever built a hotel, I would make this room my office with all my chutes and ladders.”

“I think that would be a marvelous idea to build a hotel!”

“You do? Well than I most definetley will and I will call it the Hotel Cortez.” I laughed at his joy of just thinking about building a hotel. He chuckled as well. We eventually stopped laughing and just stared at each other. ‘

“Well I think it is time for me to retire for the night. Goodnight, Mr. …”

“March. James Patrick March.”

“(Your Last Name). (Your Full Name).”

“Goodnight, Mr. March.” I finished from earlier.

“Goodnight, Ms. (Y/L/N).” You kissed him on the cheek and entered your hotel room.


 It has been four years since I met Mr. March. We have been courting since then. It has said to me that he would like to build a hotel but doesn’t know how to recieve his wealth. Here James is pacing in his apartment with me sitting on the couch trying to calm him down. 

“Darling you have to calm down! You need to realize that this money won’t just come straight from the sky! To make that much money it takes time. I am sure if you just continue on the track you are on you will be there in less than five years.” I said with a force in my voice while James will still pacing.

“BUT THAT IS JUST TOO LONG TO WAIT! I NEED THIS MONEY IN LESS THAN FIVE YEARS! I NEED THIS HOTEL TO BE UP IN 1927!” James shouted making me jump a little bit at his sudden madness. 

“Well that isn’t going to happen! What are you going to do? Murder the newly found billionaire Colin Acker?”

“That is not a bad idea darling.”

“WHAT?! You can’t murder someone JAmes just because he has something you desire!” I said being mad as all heck.

“Darling but this is the only way that I will be happy. This is the only way to make you happy. I want to build this hotel for you.”

I get up from the couch and walk towards him. I bring my arms up and put them around his neck. James put his hands on my waist and places his forehead on mine. I take my hands and pick up his head so he looks at me.

“I approve of you doing this but only if you leave no evidence. I don’t want you to be going off to jail just to get the chair, okay?”

“Yes my love.” He leaned in and our lips touched. It was sweet and passionate not like his other kisses which rough and angry. When we broke apart and hugged I glanced down to find a newspaper that said ‘Colin Acker In Los Angeles’. I knew that this was the last place he was ever going to visit. 

A Few Days Later

                    Headlines were everywhere. ‘Colin Acker Commits Suicude After Family Outbreak’, ’Los Angeles Man, James March Claims Newly Found Wealth.’ James did a very good job at hiding the evidence of his murder. He did an even better job at making sure he got his four billion dollars. After he ‘recieved’ his money he immediatley called a building company and gave him his blueprints he had drawn a while back. ‘New Hotel Being Built By James Patrick March’ the newspapers all say. You were caught in the crossfire and often spent your days alone, with James working on building the hotel and all. 


          The Hotel Cortez is finally finished being built. Tonight James is holding a private party. It is supposed to start very late in the night. 

“Darling, what are you wearing for tonights party?” James asked.

“I think that I will be wearing the white dress that you picked out for me, is that alright?”

“Perfectly fine darling! I think you will look quite ravishing in that dress!” James said as he pulled me from the waist closer to him. He starts kissing me as soon as possible. The kisses are rough and passionate. 

“Love, we aren’t even married yet. We may be engagaed but I don’t think I like this.”

“Alright, I will try again after the party!” James kissed your cheek and left the room, leaving you to change. I change into my white dress and looked in the mirror. 

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I had finished changing and decided to call James on the phone to tell him he could come up. He came as soon as possible and opened the door. He stopped in the doorway and his jaw dropped. I walked over to him and closed his mouth.

“You are going to start catching flies if you leave that open any longer.” I pecked him on the lips.

“Well are you ready to greet the guests at our party?”

“Why of course Mr. March.” James and I walk down the stairs to the hotel room with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Miss Evers, the maid that we hired, introuduced us to the party while lively jazz music is playing. James and I reach a table and he picks up a glass and taps his spoon against it to get everyone’s attention.

“I’d like to welcome you all to the opening week of the Hotel Cortez!” James says as he moves back and forth. I can tell that he is nervous so I peck him on the cheek, “A shame we all can’t enjoy these libations in my new Blue Parrot Lounge, but until someone with some sense repeals that nasty Volstead Act, both I and Mr. Capone will have to make due.” James finishes his speech and turns sideways towards me and opens the bottle of champagne that ends up sprouting and going anywhere. Everyone applaudes. He decides to try to sip as much as he could but ending up failing majorly. 

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This nice celebration was interrupted by a server coming in and holding up a newspaper and saying,

“He’s dead! Valentino’s dead!”

Everyone stops and looks at this man. The whole night is filled with distraught. There were some sobbing from the young ladies who were attracted to him. Basically the whole night was a bust. It ended a lot earlier than it was supposed to. When everyone left James took my arm and rushed me back to our room 64, his office. 


“James you need to calm down. Don’t let this little incovenience ruin our whole night.” I said trying to soothe him. I walked over to him after locking the door and stood infront of him just staring. He pulled me close and we shared a passionate kiss. I broke apart and said

“I’m going to go get changed James okay? Then we will go to bed.” I walked to the closet and got my evening clothes on and walked back to where James had changed out of his tuxedo and laid in his shirt and shorts. I pulled the covers back and climbed into bed. I put my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. 

“I love you (Y/N) so very much. I want to get married tomorrow in the lobby.” Shock filled my face now realizing what he just said and I opened my eyes and leaned on my elbow. 

“Are you serious James?”

“Of course I am love.” I leaned down and kissed him. 

“Then let’s get married tomorrow but only just us and the staff. I don’t want a huge wedding. Just us.”

“As always my darling.” James kisses my head and we shortly fall asleep. 

The Next Day 

It was the day that I was to become Mrs. James March. I couldn’t be any happier than now. Just to think that this whole relationship started just because I was clumsy. I feel like I am in a dream but I pinch myself and it’s real. I wake up to no James because he can’t see me today at all. I get up from the bed and go to take a shower. After twenty minutes of being in the shower a knock at the door alerts me. I wrap my robe around my body and answer the door. To my surprise it is Ms. Evers with my wedding dress. How could she know?

“Hello Ms. Evers, it has seem like you have come at the right time.”

“Yes well it is your wedding day and I wouldn’t like to see you late considering it is ten o’clock and the wedding begins at eleven. Mr. March also required me to help you put on your dress and a cosmetics lady is coming to assist you with making you as beautiful as ever but that will be difficult. You are a very beautiful lady.”

“Why thank you Ms. Evers for everything.”

“Yes of course now let me help you get into this beautiful dress Mr. March personally picked out.” I opened it and was met with a beautiful white plain gown.

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“Oh my! This is quite beautiful! This must have cost a fortune!”

“I am sure it did, but Mr. March requires the best for his lover.” We walked to the closet area and I stepped into the dress while Ms. Evers zipped it up. I gazed in awe into the mirror. I looked beautiful. A couple minutes pass and the ladies who came to do my make up come in and start working right away.  

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I open my eyes and look into the mirror and smile. I looked beautiful and I couldn’t be more than happy that I was now finally marrying my sweetheart. It was time so I walked through the hallway to get to the elevator. Once I stepped in it started to go down to the lobby. I could see through the glass and I saw James in a top hat and a tuxedo waiting for me with the priest. I got out of the elevator and the organ started to play and I walked down the lobby on the white carpet that was over the red carpet. When I came near James he held out his white-gloved hand for mine and I took his hand. 

After the wedding was over with, since I don’t really remember it except for the end, James carried me bridal style up to the elevator and continued until we were in our room 64. He placed me on the bed and crawled on top of me kissing me. I kissed him back and the night was of full bliss. 

I don’t know what the future hold but I hope it is good for James and I. I love him and I will spend forever with him no matter what.

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You are all the colours of sea shells and I am made of mist. I forget how to love people thirty-four times a day. But I always remember you: by the seaside with sugar coating our fingers and I remember you with vodka on your lips and I remember you, sitting on a child’s sized swing, tumbling from side to side to side. And I remember you at train stations, and I remember you at midnight, and I remember when we walked through a shadow city late at night. The moon fell behind a cluster of heavy clouds and hid from us like a mouse from a cat.
Sometimes we drink things that feel like liquid fire. And all I can do is pray that I never taste that toxic to you.
Because you are something lovely, a part of Neverland no ordinary lost boy should ever be able to reach. And I am still unsure how I got so lucky.
But whenever I think of flowers, I think of you.
—  for all those times i was sorry / for molly 
Before We Go AU
An EXO fanfiction idea // prompts
Based on the film Before We Go (Alice Eve, Chris Evans)

“Chanyeol words and rewords what he wants to say in his mind.

In the end, he doesn’t say anything. He refuses to ruin this; besides, he has a feeling that Kyungsoo already knows. So instead, he gives a wide smile, a warm hug, a soft thank you, and sends Kyungsoo off on his way.

Kyungsoo smiles and Chanyeol tucks the memory of it in his heart.

He waits until he can no longer see Kyungsoo among the crowd. Chanyeol feels heavy and light at the same time. Something in the world has shifted, and all because he had the luck—the honor of meeting Do Kyungsoo.

I am forever changed.

Park Chanyeol is haunted by a lost love, Do Kyungsoo is at the edge of losing his. They meet at a train station in Seoul and embark on an evening full of adventure, proving to each other that you can love more than one person in this life.


The Run-Away || Seungri

Fandom: Big Bang

Warning(s): Age Gap, Smut

Summary: i just had to be with him and running away was the only choice i had.

“I think I got everything…” I mumbled to myself as I pulled the zipper across the bag. running away; something I have been wanting to do for a long time. My reason behind this desire is… this might sound a bit cheesy, but there’s this guy who I love very, very much. Yeah, yeah; every basic love story, kind of. The only problem is that he is eight years older than I am. I’ve been sneaking around to see him for about a year and it hasn’t been easy. Today is the day I make a permanent decision. 

I threw the bag into a bush so I could get it later, without my parents getting suspicious. The plan was to meet at the train-station and take it all the way to his apartment, which if I may say, is huge. The thought of being with Seung-hyun got me excited and anxious. Right when I was about to head out, he texted.

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John “won’t do this without him” Reese demanding the Machine for his bae back

Reese hunting for bae all over the country with this crazy single-minded focus, like NOTHING matters until he gets his boyfriend back

Reese charging like a linebacker through a train station in order to get to his bae, then worriedly patting his bf all over for gun shot wounds

John “don’t ever come near us again” Reese


anonymous asked:

23, msr

23. “Kiss me.”

She takes off her necklace and that’s when he understands how this is going to go. The chain catches gold motel-bedside-lamp light and throws it back against her wrist. The metal on cheap wood makes a breaking sound as she says, “you know my mother gave this to me”without any hint of a fishing-hook question mark. She is not asking him.

She turns her back to pop the buttons on her shirt, sliding it off her shoulders as he stands dumb in the doorway. There’s a freckle he doesn’t recognize on the slope of her shoulder blade. His knees suddenly threaten to give up on him if he doesn’t get his shit together.

“Scully,” he says, even though he isn’t supposed to say it. Not when she wants it to go like this. Not when she takes off her cross so she doesn’t feel responsible, doesn’t feel holy. Not when she slides her shirt off with her back to him, turns off the lights.

She shakes her head, reaching for the clasp on her bra. They don’t know each other like this. They are alone and strange together.

“Scully, listen.”

A shiver runs through her like a change in key and there’s a sort of desperate hitch to his step when he comes up behind her, traps her wrists against her chest like a bouquet and stills the subtle, decisive violence of her hands.  

“Kiss me,” she growls, frustrated, struggling to turn in his arms. Her hair is auburn and washed out when the street-glow hits it. He’s got some reversed Hades like hold on her, trying to draw her into the heat of summer.



Her shoulders sag. Rag-doll lifeless in his arms. She expects him to close his eyes and forget her name and bruise the sadness out of her hip bones. She does not expect him to love her, not yet. Maybe later. With the next expansion of lungs, he could adore her, but for now she hopes he holds his breath. She forgets so well in silence. She forgets him so well in Philadelphia.

“We can’t do this anymore.”

“Oh,” she says.

He drops his lips to the press of her neck into her shoulder. “It isn’t fair.”

“I’m sorry,” she mutters. “I don’t know why I’m like this.”

He feels the scatter of her tears break across his knuckles as she bows her head towards where he’s holding her hands. He loosens his grasp on her and she tightens her fingers over his. They were neither of them good at letting go.

‘This is fucked up,’ he’d said the first time, or the third. He was always kissing some tragedy off her lips, touching her like an astral projection and waiting for her to come back down.

She’d nodded, slipped back on her suit and made him drive her to her daughter’s funeral with both hands on the wheel.

“Not your fault,” he tells her, his voice gentle and warm. This is why she wanted to trap all their words between his teeth. She chipped easiest under his careful pressure. “We’ve just known each other too long.”

Years, she thinks. Years and years and years. She’s written entire eras with him, been a thousand re-constructed variations of who she was when they met. He keeps all her names and titles tucked under his collarbone in case she needs to be reminded. There is a faded white line on her ring finger that makes her want to choke. She shudders, her spine still curved against his chest and her feet planted on the yellow-orange curl of the motel carpet. His thumb moves gently over the back of her hand.

“Define it,” she whispers, because they used to play this game. When it was burgundy fall air outside and their breath on the windows, he’d say meaningless, gentle things and she’d smile up at him. ‘Define that,’ she’d instruct, a product of Scrabble games long past, arguments over the actual meaning of “sweet nothings” and too many books read between them. ‘Love of my life?’ he’d start, teasing her. ‘Noun. Definition: that checkout girl in the grocery store the other day.’ She’d scrunch her nose and he’d catch her cheek. ‘Alternately: you,’ he’d sing-song against her lips, ‘you, you, you.

He draws a breath. She can feel his understanding like a sympathetic vibration. She thanks god for muscle memory.

“Too long,” he says, thinking. He pulls away from her, releasing her hands, and she sucks in a hook-shaped gasp, cold hitting the pit of her stomach. “Too long was the drive here,” he tells her, turning her around, sitting her gently on the motel sheets and kneeling in front of her like a nightmare prone child.

“Too long is how long you’ve worn this.” He pulls her necklace from where she’d dropped and pours it into her cupped palms. He looks at her, quieter with every word. “How long your mom and I looked for you after you were abducted.”

She feels a sob tease at her sternum. Stop, she wants to tell him, but doesn’t.

“How long it’d been since you’d seen her.” He means her mother, and she shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut. His fingers on her cheeks are leaving crime scene evidence, dusted and excavated and she’d still be his.

“Since you left,” he whispers. “And,” he stops, looks away from her.

“And?” Her breath is rattling in her ribs like a train tripping towards the station. She wants to see the end of the line.

“How long I’ve loved you.”

He looks back at her, his hands on her knees now, and she thinks he looks like he’s come to her for something like salvation. i’m sorry, she wants to tell him. I’m so sorry, but I am all out of prayers. Come again sometime.

She nods and he shrugs, looks so much the lost boy in the basement that she feels something snap in her chest.

She can’t think of anything to say. She could tell him to leave and she thinks he would, but that was her specialty. The turn of her back was its own lesson in abandonment. She can’t think of anything to say, so she holds the ends of the chain up to him. Her hands never shake, but they’re cold now, her fingers losing their grip on a warm world. She ducks her head and he fastens it below the scar on her neck, closes the circuit.

She looks up at him, all blue-eyed grief and says ‘kiss me?,’ gentle like she hopes he doesn’t hear it. Like she thinks he might shake his head. He presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth, soft, to catch the trembling electricity. 

“Too long,” she whispers against his lips and time comes curving down around them like a halo.

A Letter ( Draco x Reader)

Description: Christmas break and you are having a rough time with your parents when a letter from Draco cheers you up. Taken from my wattpad, cutesneeze

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: ?

( Author’s note: Completely random half-ass chapter  that I apologise for, this is just to let everyone know I’m not dead.)

“He’s no good, I forbid it! A Malfoy is nothing but trouble,”

My father’s words from earlier resonate in my mind.

“You can’t stop me.”

I had said firmly but I had sounded full of doubt.

“The day you date Draco Malfoy is the day I die,”

My father’s reply had made me storm out of the house and into the snowy street with no jacket.

I stomp on the snow as I trudge my way along the street with no particular destination in mind, my only goal being to burn of the anger that radiates from my skin.

Who was he to tell me who I can and cannot date.

He’s never met Draco! His thoughts most likely come from my brother who apparently can’’t keep his obnoxiously large nose out of my love life and has to go spew it to dad as soon we arrive home from the train station.

I come to a stop when I realise I have walked too far and am about to get lost, so I turn back and begin my cold walk home.

When I walk through the front door again the house is quiet apart from the muffled chatter coming from the TV. So  I decide to just tiptoe up the stairs.

When I get into my room I am shivering from my angry walk in the snow and as I am about to grab a jumper I notice a pale green envelope on my window sill.

My heart jumps in excitement and I flutter over to the envelope, all anger from early dissolving and replaced with curiosity.

I nimbly open the envelope with care and it reads,

Dear (Y/n)

I forgot to tell you that I was interrogated by your brother at the train station about our relationship.

No doubt you have gotten a telling from your father about it.

I assume that your father objects to this, as does mine, but I just thought I should tell you that no matter what our parents believe, we can make this work.

I really love you and not even my father can stop me from loving you.

I hope you feel the same.



My tingling fingers follow the words on the paper, I touch them gently in the fear that too much force will make them  lose meaning,

Although I know that I cant send a reply  due to the fact that my owl is too ill to fly recently ,my lips curl into a smile at the words.

“I love you too, Draco,"I whisper, knowing quite well that he wont hear but hope they reach him somehow, after all , I am magic.


As I had promised I went to meet Rae at the train station. He was going to catch the train back to Newcrest, while I’d stay out waiting for Noel, so the two of us would return to San Myshuno. 

We went to the coffee shop at the train station and sat together talking about all that had changed since I left home.

“So you have a sports scholarship?” I asked surprised.

“Yes, Regina’s been helping me study,” Rae nodded. “You know I ain’t smart like you and her.”

I shook my head. “No I am not, but I am really glad for you. Didn’t know you liked basketball.”

“Oh, yes, I love it!” He grinned. “I play a lot with Darling.”

“Darling? Darling Walsh? From the Arts Quarter?” I asked surprised. “I know him.”

“Her,” Rae corrected me.

“He’s a girl?” I lifted a brow.

“Yes,” he frowned.

“You sure,” I grinned. “Remember Dawn…”

“Heck! Good point!” And Rae brushed his head. “I never asked.”

I laughed. “And does she mind you treating her as a girl?”

“I don’t think she cares,” he confessed. “I mean, she never seemed to mind that I call her Bra.”

“You call her what?!” I laughed.

“Is that bad?” He pouted.


bad boy ! ten ( ii )
  • okie so this is the second part to this post right here ( x )
  • SO it’s been a few weeks and you’ve pretty much forgotten about each other because why would you? there are oTHER cute fishes in the sea!! and besides,, you guys don’t go to the same school anyways so you wouldn’t really know about him minus the fact that your friend was like “oh my god u were about to sleep with him”
    • “no i wasn’t he wouldn’t leave me alone.” “OH MY GOD HE WANTED TO SLEEP WITH YOU.” “pls stop.”
  • but you recently get hired (recently as in like u got hired like a good 3 weeks ago so you’re past the stage where you’re in the training mode but u still kinda ._. at some stuff u feels??? yeth no maybe so??) at this ramen place that’s sort of hidden near a subway station but regulars love this place and come whenever they can after they get off the subway and are going home
  • it’s also a h0t date spot that opens until like 3 am (the actual timing i will not get into bc idk not that important?? just know it’s open until 3am)
  • guess who works there?? hAHA NOT TEN 
  • ok anyways, so you’re on shift one night with a couple of your other coworkers and two groups come in and what do you know?? one of them is ten and his friends
    • ofc he would come get ramen at like 1 am in the morning
  • and he recognizes you but lowkey you kind of don’t because you’re busy bouncing around refilling water and asking everybody, “hi guys! do you guys need anything else? do you need me to refill that water? you got it!” and so finally when you get to his table to take his order he’s like “hey cutie”
    • “uhm who are you?” his whole table roars with laughter
  • but ten is ten and he ain’t going to let a little slap like that bother him so he’s like “the guy from the party! you had like 5 cups of vodka that i took away???” and ur just like “oh uhm ok anyways, can i get you guys anything to drink first?”
  • he pouts and u can feel urself kind of blush bc he is cute but they order and honestly they’re all pretty well behaved minus the occasional roar of laughter coming from the table
  • at 2:30 am though a couple of guys come in but obviously, you’re closing at 3 and fuckin kun who’s supposed to be in front is too busy in the back stealing left over chashu pork so you go and you apologize and tell them that you can’t accept any more orders because last call was at 2:15am and it’s 15 mins past that
  • you can smell the alcohol on them before they speak but one of the guys gets all up in your face demanding service and asking why you’re not kicking other people out
  • you don’t normally handle drunk customers (bc your manager joohyun refuses to let you bc you specifically told her you don’t know how to defend yourself when she asked you the first day if you can walk home by yourself) and kun’s angry furrow of his eyebrows usually deters them but what do you know?? you’re short and petite and smoll and cute and so they’re all up in your face about it
  • honestly you’re freaking out and it’s so obvious you’re nervous because your cheeks turn kind of pink and you’re sort of glancing around the back for kun to hurry tf up and take care of this shit
  • one of the guys grabs your wrist and you’re like !!!!!! oh my god i’m going t o dIE tonight fu K all because kuN WAS BUSY EATING HIS FUCKIN FOOD but then another hand comes up and pushes the guy away and you look up and it’s ten and his friends
  • you’re kind of shocked because you’ve only seen ten all happy go lucky and wink and flirty but now he has this casual smirk on his face but you can tell he’s mad bc the glint in his eye is sort of borderline hostile
    • “didn’t you hear her? you guys can’t come in.”
  • the guys are about to protest but then ten and his group sort of like, inflate themselves?? in like the whole, square shoulders up, stop slouching,,, etc and the drunk guys kind of stop and they’re like, “.. whatever fuck this place anyways.”
  • they leave and ur kind of shaking and rubbing ur wrist and THEN kun comes out 
  • the rest of the guys go back to their table (bc they have to grab their stuff) but ten stays with you and he examines your wrist gently and he’s like “are you okay?”
  • and it’s weird bc someone you barely know kind of stood up for you?? but you just nod furiously bc you honestly can’t trust yourself to say anything smart when he’s a few inches away from your face
  • he gives you a bright smile and he pulls out a pen from his pocket and he writes his number onto the palm of your hand and he’s like “call me when you’re done with work ok? i’ll walk you home.”
    • “kun walks me home” “no i don’t.” [ u whirl around and kun just winks at u bc ‘nice’ ]
  • they all leave and at 3 am you close and you’re just staring at the palm of your hand wondering if you should actually text him or if you should ignore this ever happened
  • you text him
Pretty. Odd. - Sentence Meme
  • "Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera."
  • "If the clouds were singing a song, I'd sing along, wouldn't you too?"
  • "I never gave a damn about the weather, and it never gave a damn about me."
  • "I know it's mad, but if I go to hell will you come with me, or just leave?"
  • "I know it's mad, but if the world were ending would you kiss me, or just leave me?"
  • "Things are shaping up to be pretty odd."
  • "So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met."
  • "I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her."
  • "Things have changed for me, and that’s okay."
  • "I want to go where everyone goes, I want to know what everyone knows."
  • "I never said I’d leave the city."
  • "You remind me of a former love that I once knew."
  • "It's fine with me, I'm just taking in the scenery."
  • "Well, that all depends what you qualify as friends."
  • "Take a chance, take your shoes off, dance in the rain!"
  • "Diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me."
  • "And then she said she can't believe genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues."
  • "I missed your skin when you were east."
  • "I know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home."
  • "Would it be all right if we just sat and talked for a little while?"
  • "Make a promise not to break my little heart and leave me all alone."
  • "It's the greatest thing that's yet to have happened."
  • "Imagine knowing me!"
  • "Give your feet a chance, they'll do all the thinking."
  • "You'll never know until you're there."
  • "The piano knows something I don't know."
  • "I won't cut my beard, and I won't change my hair."
  • "Everything's gone missing."
  • "I can't prove this makes any sense, but I sure hope that it does."
  • "Perhaps I was born with curiosity, the likes of those of old crows."
  • "And we're all too small to talk to God."
  • "Yes, we're all too smart to talk to God."
  • "Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two."
  • "Your melody sounds as sweet as the first time it was sung."
  • "Then I'm putting out the lantern, find your own way back home."
  • "You've never been so divine in accepting your defeat."
  • "I've never been more scared to be alone."
  • "I don’t love you, I'm just passing the time."
  • "You could love me if I knew how to lie."
  • "But who could love me? I am out of my mind."
  • "This isn't how he paid the bills before."
  • "If you're going, then go."
  • "All your wishes will sink like stones, slowly down a lonely well."
  • "I'll sleep in the rain."
  • "He checked in to learn his clothes had been thieved at the train station."
  • "We must reinvent love."
Trial and Error - Koichi Natsukawa

Summary: Koichi tries to fix his failed relationship with her. Over and over again. Time loop fic.

Genre:  Angst, Romance, a wee bit of Supernatural (time loop and all)

Pairing: MC/Koichi

Rating: PG-13

a/n: I somewhat pity the guy for having such a bad reputation, but oh well. He had it coming. Anyways, I’ve always wanted to try writing a time loop fic with a Voltage OTP of mine, so here it is ^^! Ah, well, this is my first fanfic, so please be gentle with me  ( o__o). This could be a bit choppy, but I hope it’s good enough for you guys!



He tries to remain stoic at the sight of his wife’s stricken face.  According to her—and everyone else, too,— his heart has long frozen, leaving him a cold, unfeeling robot.

By the time their argument reaches its peak, she has run out of the house, complete with suitcases and all. He promptly runs after her, slightly frustrated at the outcome of their squabble—what have I done wrong this time?

There, at the crossroads, lies her bloodied and battered visage. He has to fight his way through the crowd before realizing—

“Yeah, officer.  I saw her running across the road then, boom. The truck went by and hit the poor girl.”

this isn't real.

“Time of death, 10:49 pm.”

This isn't real.

“Mr. Natsukawa, I regret to inform you of your wife’s passing. My deepest condolences.”

None of you are real.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Koichi.”

It’s all just some nightmare.

“She was so young, what a tragedy…”

By the time I open my eyes, all of this will disappear.


“…So we’ll have to start preparing for her funeral as soon as possible—hey!”


“Get a hold of yourself, Koichi—!”




When he opens his eyes, he’s surprised to see two people standing in front of him. One of them is her—crying—and the other is a serious-looking man—her boss, if I remember correctly.

“Could I ask you to leave your wife?“

That shook him out of his stupor.

Her boss looks him in the eye.

“I love your wife, and she told me that she loves me. I take full responsibility for how things have gone…but I can’t hold back my feelings any longer.”

Did I really end up here just to make this choice? Hell, no—

“I want to make her happy. I humbly ask you to allow it.”

He bows his head in front of Koichi after speaking.

Koichi looks at her, and the look in her face is unmistakable—pleading.

So that’s how it is.

It takes an awkward bout of silence, but the husband finally speaks up.

“…Do you think you can make her happier than I can?” It hurts to talk.

Her boss straightens his posture and looks him in the eye again. “I do. I will make her happier than you do. I swear it.”

The two men scrutinize each other for a bit longer, when Koichi gives a defeated smile.


“Mr. Natsukawa…?”

“I should’ve seen it coming.” Another wistful look. “Please, make her happy.”

After all—

“…All I did was make her miserable.”

He gives her one last look before leaving the room. She still has tears in her eyes, but he knows it’s not sadness. He could’ve sworn seeing her mouth the words “thank you” while he closed the door.

This isn’t real.

This isn't real.


This time, he ends up at their home. Or more specifically, his bedroom. He takes a few moments to stare at the ceiling before noticing the sound of running water.

She’s probably in the bathroom.

He wants to make sure of it himself—I’d better not be insane—, so he knocks on the door.

“Are you alright?”

No reply.

Knock, knock, knock.

Still nothing.

He’s slightly worried now. Taking a deep breath, he mentally prepares himself for the next step.

“I’m coming in—“

No. You’ve got to be kidding me.

She lies there in the bathtub with her head lolled to the side. Her bloody wrists are the first things that catch his attention. He runs to her, whispering words of apology and self-deprecation.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m—“

A failure.

Damn it.


Please, please let this be the one.

He seems to be at some sort of party this time around. His suit is better than the usual, and everyone else around him is wearing evening formal wear.

Maybe he should try blending in. He heads toward the refreshments table, eyeing a piece of pastry. When he tries to reach for it, he bumps into someone else.

“Oh, I’m sor— Koichi?”

It’s her. It’s her. It’s her.

She looks awkwardly to the side. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Wait, but aren't we supposed to be here together?

He attempts to explain himself, but is interrupted by another voice.

“Hey, anything wrong over there?”  A man with dirty blond hair approaches them.

“Oh, it’s nothing, Genji. I just ran into an old acquaintance of mine,” she tells him.

Old acquaintance? Don’t tell me—

Koichi quietly glares at Genji when the blond puts his arm around her waist.

The hell? Get your arms off my wife, you—

“Hey, there. Genji Higashiyama. I’m her fiancé. Nice to meet you.” 

No. No. No.

I’m too late.


Now, he’s at his office, face-to-face with his monotone computer when his phone rings. Before anything else, he checks his finger to see if his wedding ring’s still there—it better be.

The ring gives off a dull shine—good, it’s still there.

He answers the phone. “Hello, Koichi Natsukawa speaking.”

“Mr. Natsukawa, your wife—“

Oh, god, please let this be a joke. Make it stop.

“What about my wife?” His voice is louder than usual mixed with a tinge of desperation, and his office mates turn to his direction.

“—a child bumped into her during the morning commute. She…fell onto the train tracks while the train was approaching—”

Why does this keep happening to me? Am I being punished? God, god, god—

“—her body is currently being recovered at the train station. I’m very sorry for your loss, sir—“

Bam. He throws his phone across the room. With curious stares, his office mates ponder at the out-of-character display he just exhibited.

He gives all of them a lousy attempt at a smile.

“My wife just died this morning. Get back to work.”

I’ll get it right next time.

It has to be. It has to be—


So she’s with her coworker now?

Apparently, her coworker’s been in love with her for eight years—so, what?—, and right now she’s running out of the house to chase after the said man.

Right after taking off her wedding ring. In front of Koichi.

I screwed up again, huh?


He’s already lost count of the times he held her lifeless body. Every time somebody tries to offer some sort of sympathy to him, he’d just walk past them.

Damn you all.


Is this how she felt like when I cheated on her?

Was I that bad of an asshole?


Sometimes, he’d tally the number of times she died versus the number of times she ended up with another man.

Which one hurt more? Seeing her die in his arms? Or seeing her happy in someone else’s?

I don’t know anymore.


How many times has he done this? A hundred? A thousand? It didn’t matter. Things ended up the same, anyway.

She’d always die married to him. She’d always smile with someone else.

Koichi never thought he’d loathe the word “always” with so much fervor.


Scientifically speaking, he should’ve been numb to the pain by now. He’s been conditioned to accept many agonizing scenarios, so why does he still feel an ache every time he fails?

Maybe detachment would work. After all, his heart has frozen long ago.


Maybe I should just lock her up—

No. Stop it. You can’t do that, Koichi.

But you haven’t tried it yet. It could work—

I said stop it, didn't I?!

Arguing with himself has become one of his pastimes. He wonders if he has gone insane.


Please stop being so nice to me even after everything.

It’s making things harder for me.


I think I've reached my limit.


Okay. He has decided. After continuous trial and error, he has decided.

I don’t know how many more times I can keep failing, but I do know this:          

If I can’t have you—

 —then nobody can.

City lights burn against my skin,
I am constantly waiting for the train at Union Station to run over the tips of my fingers and call me Baby.

Oh Chicago, you are on no fault line but I tremble; you found a tunnel and dug me so deep I find myself seeing street lamps that I mistake as stars.

Oh Chicago, you were my first love and it seems so fitting something so corrupted found it’s way into my heart.

—  Oh Chicago // e.k.c

My first one so be nice.

 I was absurdly happy and awfully upset at the same time.  I was with him and if my just focused on that, nothing else would matter.   But my brain seemed to not let the matter rest.

“Am I a terrible person?” I asked in a low voice to the body lying next to me.  It took so long for a response I began to think he was asleep and started to role to the other side of the bed, the arm around my shoulder tightened and a sleepy voice responded, “Yer not,”                                                                        “But Jamie, I left him without a word,  I could be dead or kidnapped for all he knows,”                                                                                                                    I looked up at his face, illuminated by the street lamps outside.  He smiled softly at me and said, “ Ye dinna have much choice in the matter did ye.  Ye were going to tell him you were leaving him and for me, do ye think that wouldna hurt him just as much.  And I didna want to stay, I dinna think I’d care verra much being punched in the face by a professor.” he stopped talking with a small exhale of a laugh.  

“ You would have beat him in the fight and you know that.  So now what am I to do?  Send him a letter or pick up the phone and say,  Sorry darling I’m not coming home for dinner, met someone during the war who I am completely in love with and I saw him standing there on a train station and decided I’m going with him.” There was a note of exacerbation in my voice, that most people would not want to hear at this early an hour, but it just made Jamie laugh, which aggravated me in my guilt riddled state to no end.

“ Well itsa start,  and now I wouldn’t have fought him,  I am taking his wife I might as well let him get one good punch in.  But it isna your fault, Sassenach, I’m the one who agreed to let you come up to Edinburgh with me.  I’m the man who’s taking another man’s wife,  and even if it is wrong I didna much care because yer here with me,  and that’s all that matters”

“But-” I started,  be he quickly kissed me to prevent me from speaking and further,  I gave in for a moment.  He lifted his head and said, “Sleep lass,  you’ll feel better in the mourning and well figure out what to do then.”

He closed his eyes and was snoring within seconds,  I snuggled next to him hoping he was right.

I want to leave behind bits of glitter and lipstick stains and other things
That are messy and easy to lose and beautiful;
That’s why I soaked your black coat in my perfume,
So some part of me would touch you while I was on the train back to my apartment;
You never noticed, but you kissed me anyways, some time later,
In your car across from the subway station.
The whole way home, I tried my best to lick my lips just enough to taste you, but not so hard that you would be erased completely.
When I proofread writing I am very careful to distinguish between commas and periods and semicolons;
Speaking of the ways in which I’d like to affect your life require only semicolons
Because the list is punctuated but never quite ends.