to the letter that never came

“I love you.” 

It didn’t sound like Law’s voice at all, not even to him, probably because the words said in that order were foreign at least when it came from him.

“I love you.”

But there it was. That sentence. Those words. 

“I love you.”

“I don’t understand.”

Two sentences. Both three words. Both starting with the same letter but the latter sounded far more confusing than Law had imagined. And it was odd how his gut twisted in uncertainty as his brain scrambled for words to explain, make him understand, make him see how Law loved him. Loved him. Really loved him in a sense that Law thought he’d forgotten long ago.

“I’m sorry.”

Strawhat’s voice never faltered throughout. Law didn’t know what he was apologizing for, really, but a part of him said “He doesn’t love you” over and over again like a dark chant that won’t go away. Law felt his skin crawl horribly, like bugs had crawled over him, spurning all sorts of happiness from his stomach as his head buzzed like a whispering dull wind waiting to spin itself into a storm.


Oh. That was him. His nickname. It sounded annoying at first. Then special. And now it was just… It was just…

Law wanted to throw up.

“I’m sorry.”

What for, though? Law didn’t know, didn’t ask. Couldn’t, to be exact, with how his head was spinning, his intestines trying to crawl out into each other and if he were to be honest, the best course of action was to discuss this further. Because Strawhat was slow and maybe if Law explained, he’d understand. But Law was too anxious for that, too scared, too guarded.

And so he huffed, his eyelids falling as he willed away the rain from the corners of his eyes.

“Never mind. I understand.”

I deleted all the unsent texts,
the drafted status updates,
ripped up the letters addressed to you,
and put out the last flame of hope for us.
For I came to the realization I did not want a boy who once made me feel like the world was mine and then be so quick to shatter it at my feet,
I did not want a boy who spat careless comments and threw sharp words to a girl he was once so consumed with,
I did not want a boy who fed me lies to keep my opinions and thoughts quiet,
I did not want a boy who was unsure of his wants and needs and blamed others for his indecisiveness,
I did not want a boy who did not want me.
I do not need that boy back.
—  “I don’t even know who that boy is”

Life is like a dream.
Right and wrong. Love and hate.
They all get buried with the passing of time and leave quietly with no trace.

Do you still think that you don’t have my whole heart and resent me?

I’m always worried that I may have left you with hatred instead of love, not allowing you to rest in peace.

I still love you.
When you gave up everything and stood by me in the rain…
When you threw your body in the way of a flying arrow to protect me…
you became someone I could never forget in my life.

I came to realize that the opposite of loving is not hating,but leaving.

I’m afraid you may think that I left you and that you left me.
I yearn for you so much, but I can’t be near you.
I yearn for you so much, but I can’t be near you.

I hope and wait to see you again inside these fences,
I’ll be waiting for you… every day.

  - Soo’s letter to her beloved Wang So

day 1: i cried so hard my mom woke up every hour to make sure i was still breathing; she told me it was like i was a newborn in his crib for the very first time.
day 2: i went to school and cried in the counselors office.
day 3: i believed we were okay and our love was cured, i think my mind was playing a sick joke on me.
day 4: i told you i’d wait for you, you replied with “i don’t want you to wait”
day 5: i came across a picture of you on tumblr. It lit my throat on fire so i tried lighting your letters over the fire… it was to hard.
day 6: happy one month: you loved me so much you couldn’t even make it a month with me
sincerely - the love you don’t deserve.
day 7: you left me broken into pieces on the bathroom floor, someone is picking up your dirty work, something you’ve never been able to do even before.
day 8: your voice still echoes in the wind and although your touch never got the chance to bruise my skin, your voice overpowered my soul. i’m no longer bleeding on the bathroom floor though i am in the room where you once called me yours.
day 9: im finally laughing with someone new and my smile is bigger and brighter than ever.
day 10: the doubt makes my spine feel less like a vertebrae and more like a giant icicle (you never loved me)
day 11: Since when was heartbreak so fucking beautiful to you? Since when was lying fun? Since when was i not enough for you?
There is nothing pretty about losing feelings in my knuckles after squeezing my hands so tight to keep from texting you
day 12: i was never able to squeeze them tight enough; i never would have imagined that it would be so easy for you to let go.
day 13: i no longer think about you constantly, my heart no longer beats for you, my mom no longer checks to see if i’m alive. I’m moving on like i said i would
day 14: i smoked weed with a girl in the front seat of her car and she asked questions i couldn’t get myself to even answer
day 15: i found out you had finally replaced me and it flicked at my bruises i gave myself but somehow i still didn’t break.
day 16: i still find excuses to text you; you still find reasons to ignore them.
day 17: what color are your eyes? what does your smile look like? what does your voice sound like? who are you now?
day 18: i was worth it. i was so fucking worse it. You don’t deserve the love i had to offer. Fuck you i was worth it
day 19: sometimes all i feel in my chest is my heart trying to escape from its cage it’s being held in; i think it’s tired of all the tears i’ve shed because of you
day 20: i was finally able to sleep right; your voice no longer keeps me awake late at night. You no longer overpower my brain.
day 21: someone told me it took 21 days to break a habit. It has been 21 days since you decided to leave me for her. Within them 21 days, i’ve realized you never deserved me, i was worth it and that life is so much better without you. i’ve realized i don’t need you to be alive.
—  21 days without you
I am so so proud of myself. I’ve come a long way from the broken little girl I used to be- I don’t care how conceded that sounds, someone has to praise me for all of the progress I made and who better than the one only one who was always still there when the sun came up and everyone else had gone.
—  B.L letters I never sent
A Letter to my Ex Best Friend

Sorry for any grammatical errors. I haven’t edited it yet so I’m sorry in advance lolll. But this is something very personal that I wrote today and hopefully someone else could relate. 


I was going through my memory box today and a lot of stuff that involved you came up.  It brought me back to the good times and I almost texted you but then I remembered that you’re just a stranger now. It’s been a couple months since we last talked. Crazy huh? How in just a year we went from being inseperable to complete strangers. If someone had asked us a year or two ago if we could see our life without each other in it, we would have laughed and said no; Now here we are.

I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about you or that I didn’t miss you. I do miss you, a lot. So much has happened since we last talked, and I wish I could share it all with you. There has been times where I picked up my phone to text you but then I would remember you’re not that person anymore; And it’s sad because for the longest time it seemed like you’d be that person who stayed in my life for a long while. I miss being close with your family and being able to call your home my home as well. I miss having the privilege of saying I had more than one family. It’s crazy how much can change in a short amount of time.

I hope you don’t hate me for walking away when I did. I hope one day you understand that I had to or else we would have never known just how toxic our friendship had been. There is quite a few things I know I could have done better and shouldn’t have done, same goes for you. We are both to blame for our friendship being as unhealthy as it was. Though it was so unhealthy, we shared a lot of great memories and I’d like to think it was equally good as it was bad.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry we’re not best friends anymore and I’m sorry I had to be the one to walk away. I’m sorry for any pain I caused. I’m sorry I couldn’t be your person anymore. I’m sorry we couldn’t do everything we wanted to. I’m sorry I tried to blame you for our friendship ending. I’m sorry I tried to hate you because damn did I try. I tried so hard and for awhile it worked because hating you and being mad at you was easier than missing you. But I realize that I could never hate you, no matter how mad I am about what happened. I’m sorry this is how it had to end for us, but that’s life for you. Not everything goes the way it should or how you want it to.

But I would like to thank you. Thank you for being my person for as long as you were. Thank you for being patient with me while I learned how to trust another person. Thank you for the memories I will never forget. Thank you for caring enough to break through the walls I had worked so hard to build over the years. Thank you for being the person I could run to for everything and anything. Thank you for being the person I could count on. Thank you for being the person I could confide in without the fear of judgement. Thank you for teaching me how to love and be loved. Thank you for showing me that I can still trust others and be trusted. Thank you for proving to me that people come into our lives for a reason and though they may not stay, the lessons learned are a blessing.

I would like to say I can see us being friends again in the future but I’d only be spitting out false hope. It would never be the same and if I happen to see you one day, I’ll smile and walk away. My heart will break a little and all our memories will hit me like a train but I’ll feel grateful for the time we did have together. Some people aren’t meant to stay in your life forever and unfortunately I learned you are one of those people. They say some people only come into your life to teach you a lesson and leave, but the most important people leave a mark. Well you left a mark and I am thankful for you coming into my life when you did.

I know you may never see this but I needed to get it off my chest. There were a lot of words unsaid and a lot of words I wish I could have said. I guess I’m writing this to get a small sense of closure for myself.

I hope you and your family are doing well. I hope you get everything you want and more in the life you chose for yourself.

You’ll always hold a place in my heart.


Your Ex Best Friend

don’t tell me I’m overreacting.

My family fled eastern Europe over a hundred years ago, fleeing brutal pogroms and forced conversion, fleeing restrictions on what we could do, where we could live, and even what we could wear.  But we were the fortunate ones, the luckier ones.  We escaped. There’s an entire branch of my family that’s gone. Wiped from the earth as though they never existed.

My brother-in-law’s father and his sisters came to the UK via the kindertransport, in 1940.  They were lucky too, in a bitter-as-fuck kind of way.

Do you know what the kindertransport was?  It was a train to a foreign country, on which parents put their children, their babies - and some of them were babies - on, alone, in the hope that they would live.

Not “have a better life,” but live.  Because the British government would (reluctantly, under immense pressure) take children under 17 as refugees, but not adults.

The adults had to stay in Germany, and Austria, Czechoslovakia, and Poland .  And they died.  Most of the children never saw their parents again.

So don’t you dare tell me I don’t know the risk of men like Donald Trump and Stephen Bannon, and their bigoted ilk.  I know them.  And I know that it ends in brimstone and ash.

#neveragain  Not for us.  Not for anyoneNot in my country.

Okay I haven’t stopped screaming since Lauren came out but I really hate all these posts saying that 5H has 5 woc and 1 bisexual and all that because if you actually read the letter you’d see she addressed the fact that she is WHITE she is a White Latina and she acknowledged her privilege which is something we never see anyone do in this industry. Her coming out wasn’t the only important thing in that letter we need to also congratulate her for knowing that she has privilege, that needs to be normalized

Your Everything

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean and the Reader finally voice their feelings for one another. 

Word Count: 2k-ish

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive Content, Slight Cursing

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @impalaimagining‘s “Taylor ‘s 1K Followers Celebration”. I got the song “"Be Your Everything” by Boys like Girls and I got assigned the gif below. I hope you guys like it! Feedback is always welcomed!!

I wasn’t your typical girly-girl.

I didn’t swoon at the movies when the guy would sweep the girl off of her feet. I wouldn’t sing along to those cheesy love songs on the radio whenever I was inside a car. Hell, I never even joined the cheerleading squad when I was in high school.

So when this song came on one night while I was washing the dishes at the Bunker in nothing but shorts and a white tank top, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and start to sway in time with the music.

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No matter how hard it is, just run. Just keep going. It really doesn’t matter if you fly or run or walk or even crawl– honestly, it’s reaching that line and looking back and thinking, hey I did that. I mean, it’s better to look back and go ‘Wow I can’t believe I came so far’ than to look forward and go 'damn, I never did reach’.
—  daily letter to all you lovely people (with some inspiration from RUN by BTS) 

Summary: Adrien gets Marirekt.

So have this hot mess. No literally, this is a hot mess. I’m sorry for the lack of betaing and the cringy sexual tension. Under any circumstances, I’m not sorry for seductress!Marinette. Also, this is long.

This is some kind of bad boy Adrien lol not really and good girl Marinette lmao as if.

Also, I could have sworn today’s prompt was tension, but oh well. I was a day behind. *shows later to the Love Square Week with starbucks*

One thing Adrien Agreste learned in his first year of public education was that people couldn’t take no for an answer. No matter how polite he was or how firm he tried to be, they never seemed to understand the meaning of that simple two letters word. Adrien hated it. And after a couple of months of putting up with that, he decided it was the time to do something about it. Of course, he couldn’t just start being rude to people. So he came to the conclusion that if he can’t push people away, then he should just keep them from approaching. That was what his best friend, Nino, called the birth of bad boidrien.

(What a good pun, he was proud of his best friend.)

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never forget about the time where link wanted rhett to say what color came to mind when he heard the letter B and rhett deadass looked straight at link not even flinching and said ‘beautiful’

I've been thinking about the Avengers again...

And how Steve refers to them as a family. I can’t help but wonder how Steve came to that conclusion, we never see them becoming that close. Yes, they are having a party and hanging out in Age of Ultron, but later they don’t even care enough to stop Thor from choking Tony.

If they were a family, they wouldn’t have let that happen.

If they were a family, they would’ve stopped to ask for the truth.

If they were a family, they would realized that with Jarvis’ death he lost one of his best friends.

Instead the Avengers wait around and watch as Thor, a god, choke Tony their non-superhuman teammate with known health issues. As if that weren’t enough, they don’t even trust Tony more than a known criminal.

When Tony accidentally makes an “murder-bot” he’s seen as a villain and not given a chance to explain, yet the Avengers will willingly trust the Maximoffs despite knowing they’ve worked with Ultron.

To add insult to injury, Wanda fucked with Tony’s head- she’s the reason he made Ultron, yet they let her join the team. There’s no doubt in my mind that made Tony feel uncomfortable IN HIS OWN HOME, the one that HE provided for THEM.

Then civil war comes around and all these people, this “family” leaves not because of the accords. No matter what Steve says, he was going to sign. The accords aren’t why he left, Tony lost his team because Steve missed his friend and got mad that someone he CONTINUOUSLY calls a CHILD got house arrest.

They were never a family, they never could have been. There was never trust between Tony and his team, whether because of his past or preconceived ideas I don’t know. All I know is that Tony gave them everything, shelter, gadgets, costumes, food, and they took advantage of him. They left him to hang, because they have never taken responsibility for
their actions and refuse to be held accountable.

I am glad that they weren’t a family though, because that means when they come crawling back Tony can say no. Tony can finally separate himself from the toxicity of the Avengers and live his life.

He can go and make his own family, he doesn’t need Steve to “give him the Avengers”.

Sorry this isn’t very articulate, I was just writing what I felt.

Claroline and her plans...

So Klaus told Caroline she’s be free to live out her plans that she had that never included him…

Going to college, becoming a news anchor, and have a June wedding with Stefan.

Those were all hopes and dreams she had for herself when she was human, and she got to fulfill them all, if not just briefly.

Now she’s a vampire, she’s running a school for gifted children, she’s a mother, and she has an open ended invitation to be with Klaus.  All of which are things she didn’t plan but at the end of TVD she is clearly happy, having lived out her human fantasies and moving on with her vampire life.

And lets appreciate the fact that Klaus kept his promise, he never came back to Mystic Falls, he left her alone to do all this on her own, but with a phone call and a letter, he still manages to help and support her in whatever she chooses in her life. While still leaving the door open for her to show up at his door whenever she’s ready.

paper castles

Draco Malfoy x Reader
Warnings: swearing
Requested by Anonymous 
Inspired by “Burn” from Hamilton

She fell in love with his words.

With a thick, sun-soaked summer came a distance carved between the two of them, ink-pressed love letters being the only thread of connection.

Y/N never thought Draco would have a way with words. But she could have married him after the first letter.

The feeling was indescribable - that flutter that would set up camp in her ribcage whenever a letter would arrive. The way her fingers would wrap so desperately, but delicately, around the envelope. Moments Y/N would forever cherish.

When they got together, a rare occasion - to say the least, it felt like a refreshing gust of air in her lungs, when she was able to touch Draco. Run her fingertips up and down his arms, feel his crisp breath on the skin of her neck. 

She loved the way the tips of his fingers were embedded with ink as he gently grazed her cheek, inhaling the sweet scent he’d been deprived of for the last few weeks.

The way their lips would connect, like cool magnets so effortlessly drawn to each other, was so blissful it just about made her knees buckle underneath her.

Y/N ignored her brother’s first warning.

“Be careful with Draco, Y/N,” Harry said one day, after she had pushed the front door shut, a grin spread across her lips. “He’ll do what it takes to survive.”

The letters began to arrive sporadically. 

Y/N tried to push her worry to the pit of her stomach, but it had a nasty habit of bubbling up.

Harry’s eyes were soaked in concern for his sister, but she had a feeling he was holding in a hot plate of I told you so.

She still invested her hope in Draco, trying to decipher each word as if he were sending her a code. 

For what, she had no clue.

Y/N tried to deny that her heart was slightly aching and the boy she loved was feeling more and more distant with each handwritten letter. Even his penmanship had become more rough, slanted.

She crossed her fingers, remembering the black ink rooted in his.

They finally saw each other again at the end of the summer.

Draco’s face was grim when his eyes met hers.

“What is it?” she asked, hesitating. “And don’t fucking sugarcoat.”

He pressed his lips together, seeming as if he’s trying to postpone the following moment for as long as he can. 

Draco rolled up his left sleeve, and Y/N crumbled to pieces.

Because her brother is the Chosen One and she was in love with a Death Eater.

“There’s nothing I can say, is there?” Draco whispered, avoiding her gaze by gently closing his eyes.

All she could do was shake her head, manage to swallow the lump in her throat and whisper an unsteady, “No.”

She burned the letters.

Every last one.

hope you enjoyed!! i adore this song and have wanted to write something based off it for the longest time :)

Harry potter facts

1. The engraving above the Mirror of Erised reads “I show not your face but your heart’s desire” when read backward.

2.“Expecto Patronum” translates to “I await a guardian” in Latin.

3. Ron’s Patronus is a Jack Russell terrier. Hermione’s is an otter. Jack Russell terriers are known for chasing otters.

4. George was never able to perform a Patronus after Fred’s death.

5. According to J.K. Rowling, Hedwig’s name came from a book of saints.

6. The letters in Remus Lupin can be rearranged to spell “primus lune.” That roughly translates to “first moon” in Latin.

7. If Voldemort ever saw a boggart it would be his own corpse, since he is most afraid of death.

8. Dumbledore was 150 years old when he died.

9. The last name “Malfoy” comes from the Latin word “maleficus.” “Maleficus” means evil doing.

10. Only one wand has ever been known to contain a Thestral hair; The Elder Wand.

11. Arthur Weasley was originally supposed to die in the fifth book. Rowling changed her mind and killed Sirius Black instead. Rowling has said she was worried Ron would never be able to be happy again if his father died.

12. Voldemort is unable to love since he was conceived under the effects of a love potion.

13. Snape’s hatred for Neville was because Neville was almost the Chosen One. If he had been chosen, Lily wouldn’t have died when she did.

14. If a Muggle ever showed up at Hogwarts, it would simply look like a run down building with a “Keep Out: Dangerous” sign on it.

15. Dementors don’t breed like humans. Instead they grow like a fungus wherever there is decay

16. The letters in Lavender Brown’s name can be rearranged to spell out “brand new lover.”

17. Bellatrix translates to “female warrior” in Latin.

18. Dumbledore is an Old English word for “bumblebee.” Rowling said she chose the name because she thought of Dumbledore enjoying humming to himself.

19. It’s estimated there are 3,000 wizards living in Great Britain in the Harry Potter universe.

20. Harry wore glasses to serve as a reminder of his vulnerability.

21. Ron was almost killed off mid series.

22. Most of the Blacks are named after stars.

23. Harry first arrived at 4 Privet Drive for the first time with Hagrid on Sirius’ old motorbike. He left the house for the last time the same way.

24. Voldemort was 71 years old when he died.

For the first time… in a while, I saw a glimpse of the old Bonnie. When Damon told her…

“I’m so sorry I left. It’ll won’t happen again.”

Assuring her he’d never leave her again. The Bonnie we all recognize came back with a few choice words from the man she trusted more than anyone. Her best Friend.

For the record, this is the kind of friendship, that turns into a strong relationship. #Bamon

vicious-sunshine  asked:

More and azriel apartment buddies, always thought each other were cure and they discover each other on the fire escape one night and now they smoke like a couple of cuties out there

A/N: SO.  This took long because I got way too invested and decided to make it one of those tropey 4+1 things?  But I’m pretty happy with how it came out so hopefully you like it @vicious-sunshine :)

4 times Mor and Azriel are neighbors with convenient excuses, and one time they aren’t

(Idk if that will make sense to anyone else but I’ve never done a 4+1 thing before so….)



Mor slumps into the blessedly cool lobby of her apartment building, sweating more than any person should be allowed to and strides toward the rows of mailboxes hung along the far wall. 

Swiping at her heat flushed forehead, she filters through the junk mail and a few alumni letters for someone named Azriel - one of these days she was going to lay in wait for that postman and enlighten him on a little thing called addresses and the names that correspond to them.

Moving to slap the envelopes on top of the mailboxes as usual, Mor pauses, eyeing the address - next door - and sighs.  If her mail were constantly getting mixed up she’d hate to have to go to the front desk every time. 

The elevator arrives soon enough and Mor rides up to her cozy sixth floor apartment, stopping one door short of her own and bending to stick her neighbor’s mail beneath the door. 

Nearly toppling over as the wooden door is pulled open rather quickly, Mor stumbles but remains on her feet, glancing up to find a chiseled and emotionless face gazing at her, completely unreadable aside from the slight twitch at his jaw.

“Don’t laugh at a do-gooder neighbor.”

The corner of his lips tick up at that, “I don’t jump to conclusions.  For all I know you stole my mail and had second thoughts.”

Mor pushes up from her crouch with agility, straightening her loose fitting tank as she smirked, “Right.  Because that’s the most plausible explanation.”

Both pause, too busy drinking in the other to notice the twin hungry looks that flash through each other’s eyes.

Recovering herself first, Mor fiddles with the envelopes in her hand before extending them across the gap between them, “Well- I guess I’ll just be off then.”

For a second, her breath caught when his shoulders seemed to slump in disappointment, but it was gone before she could be sure, and he accepted the letters, firm expression back in place.

Waving a quick farewell, Mor turned toward her own door, when Azriel spoke softly, “I don’t know your name, and I assume you know mine.”

She smiled, “Seems unfair, eh?”

He nodded, eyes crinkling.

Mor bit her lip for a moment, unlocking her door expertly, before looking back at him, “Too bad life’s unfair, Az.”

And with a wink she disappeared behind the door, and Azriel fell against the hallway wall with a thud, finally allowing the smile he’d been fighting to spread across his face.  Well I’m screwed.

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Loving you
Is such a painful thing
Feelings that can’t be emptied
Is such a sad thing

My dear, don’t forget
My unstoppable love

It’s okay even if it’s a little late
If it’s destiny
We will meet again

Forgetting you
Is such a hard thing
It’s me turning around and crying
My sad dream

Some day
I hope I can love you all I want

Me after reading the English translation of Forgetting You (Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo OST)

This is Hae Soo’s song for Wang So. She left him all alone in that wolf’s den. Yes, he was the King, but he had no allies, no friends, no one he could trust. He was… lonely. Like the first time. Like how he was before he met her. Like how he was all his life.

She left him, but the worst part was she left without knowing that he didn’t hate her. She didn’t know that he didn’t know she was writing him letters. She didn’t know that the letters were unread, which was why he never came to her even when she was dying. She left Goryeo thinking that she left him with hate instead of love and OH MY GAWD IM CRYING THEY DIDN’T EVEN GET TO SAY GOODBYE TO EACH OTHER MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS