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kafi-farigh-yusra · 2 months
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How can I begin any new thing with all of yesterday in me?
-Leonard Cohen, from beautiful losers.
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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 2 years
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Love Letters To No One (Part Five) - Remus Lupin x Reader
Summary: You write love letters to your friend, Remus Lupin, with absolutely no intention of sending them. Ever.
Warnings: none
Words: 700+
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six
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Dearest Remus,
You put flowers in my hair today. It should mean nothing, but it meant everything.
We were sitting on a picnic blanket in the school grounds. The others were with us, but James and Sirius ran away to prank someone or something, and Peter followed after them. I saw Lily smile at you before she went off to find Marlene, and then it was just you and I.
We sat together for a while, talking about little things. You told me about the book you’re currently reading, and I told you about the one that I’m reading. It’s one that you recommended, and I read books that you recommend more often, just to get a smile from you.
Anyway, you picked a flower from beside us and brushed my hair back before putting it behind my ear. I felt my heart explode and constrict at the same time in that moment. You smiled at me and said, “pretty.” 
I assumed you were talking about the flower. It is a very pretty flower. I have it on my bedside table.
I’ve been thinking about you every hour of every day, Remus. I wish I filled your thoughts as much as you fill mine.
I love you.
Forever yours,
Y/n Potter <3
You placed the letter in the box, before going back and re-reading your letters. They all seemed so sad, so gut-wrenching, but it was how you felt, and that’s what made it sadder. You laughed sadly to yourself.
Ah, unrequited love, you thought to yourself bitterly as you shook your head.
You looked at your bed longingly as tiredness filled you. This day had been so long. You climbed into bed and allowed sleep to consume you.
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You woke up in a panic, as you remembered something important that you’d forgotten to do.
Put your letters away.
You looked to the end of your bed and froze in horror as you realised that they were gone. Every single letter with the name Remus Lupin traced delicately into the envelope was gone.
“Hey, Y/n, are you alright?” Lily asked, looking at you curiously.
You looked over to the redhead who was sitting on her bed, a book in hand.
“My - my letters,” you said. “Do you - do you know where they went?”
“The ones addressed to Remus?” Lily asked, and you nodded. “Oh, I gave them to him.”
The whole world stopped. This was a dream. You were dreaming. Except it wouldn’t be a dream – it would be a nightmare. There was no way that Lily had given those letters to him. She couldn’t have. 
“Are you okay?” Lily asked gently, sitting beside you.
You shook your head intensely and groaned. Might as well tell Lily.
“They… they were love letters,” you whispered. “He wasn’t... he wasn’t supposed to have them.”
You could feel your world crashing down around you. Remus was going to read the letters and be weirded out. He would look at you with disgust on his face, and then he would stop hanging out with you. Sirius would follow his lead, and then Peter, and then the only person who would be friends with you would be your brother.
“I - oh!” Lily exclaimed. “I’m – I’m so sorry! I only put them on his bed, though! He hasn’t read them yet, he wasn’t there! We can go get them now!”
You jumped up as Lily pulled you up, and you both quickly ran out of your dorm. You had a chance! He hadn’t seen them yet. Life wasn’t completely ruined yet.
The first thing you were going to do when you got them back was burn them. You never wanted to feel this sort of fear again.
“Hey, ladies,” Sirius drawled when you entered the common room. “How – wait, where are you going?”
Neither of you paid him any attention as you rushed to the boys dorm. You yanked the door open, intending to go straight to Remus’s bed, when you froze in your tracks. Lily walked right into you but you barely noticed.
Remus looked up from the letter he was reading, his eyes going wide at the sight of you.
“I… um…”
Breathing became a difficult task. You and Remus stared at each other for what seemed like hours, until you turned around and ran past Lily, all the way back to your dorm.
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I dunno but i think love is the internet friend who still uses the icon you made for his twitch even though you havent talked a good few years by now
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wraithish · 10 months
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i want you to drop a penny, just to place it heads up on my tongue. take the wishes from my throat and send them down the well. count the seconds before the splash. i want to know you’re out there, and you’re waiting, and we’ll fall in love with sopping wet hair and our good coats back home.
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emilykblue · 8 months
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wednesday, august 16, 2023 22:47
dear darling,
the late hours are upon us and like any other night, i’m wide awake — you’ll find it becomes less surprising the longer you know me. everyone else is asleep, and i’m curled up on my mother’s couch in the dark, a glass of wine clutched in one hand and my phone in the other as bridgerton plays in the background, a pathetic attempt at filling the lovelorn void inside me. i’m wrapped up in my favourite sweater, loose and hanging off my shoulders, plenty of skin left cold and exposed for none to see. maybe it’s the wine, but as i sit here alone, my head swimming slightly, i find myself wondering what your lips might feel like against my bare skin — probably soft and warm, with the power to set me ablaze, willing me to melt at the command of your touch. i wonder what you’d think of the perfume i sampled today, and if it’ll be the one i wear the first time you fuck me — if it’ll become how you remember me forever. i wonder if the little moans and whimpers escaping my lips might compel you to shamelessly devour me, take me for your very own and leave the marks to prove it, were you here to coax them from me. but i’ll elaborate no more, dear darling — i’ve already said too much — or i might disgust you with the many other scandalous things running through my mind. you needn’t know how truly filthy i can be — not yet.
love, emily blue
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We’d spend Friday nights like this.
—me on my book, you on your games.
—us sharing that knowing gaze.
—in some tucked in cafe or in the comfort of our sheets.
I survived another day. One more day closer to you, to us.
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bunny-witch-bitch · 2 years
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🌸Please Smile More🌸
Every time you smile
I stop and stare, thinking of you
You really are pretty.
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the-phantom-peach · 6 months
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a handful of miscellaneous domestic zelink for my the soul 💘
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uncannyjj · 4 months
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Learned how to edit just so I could make this
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voltaical-art · 5 months
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whadya mean he didnt tell you he loves you??? his eyes literally went soft when he looked ur way...
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kafi-farigh-yusra · 3 months
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Imagine you are sitting by the lake, with a person. I can't name the relationship as a lover or a friend. This is the dilemma of our age. We need everyone and everything to come under a definition. But there are people who escape these labels, like a person you only drink chai with, the one who reads the same books, the one who appreciates your taste in music, the one you admire from a distance in anonymity, the one you love openly, the unnamed stranger who is companion of your secrets, the one who only make way into your imagination for a fleeting second, the one who has resided into your nostalgia like an old heirloom, too important to ignore but too old to fashion. These are people and emotions, relations and sentiments which can't be caged under one of the synonyms for a loved one.
-Jasir Shahbaz
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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 2 years
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Love Letters To No One (Part Four) - Remus Lupin x Reader
Summary: You write love letters to your friend, Remus Lupin, with absolutely no intention of sending them. Ever.
Warnings: none
Words: 0.5K
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six
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Dearest Remus,
You held my hand today. Not out of any type of romantic affection, but you still held my hand, and I think I nearly passed out.
We were going to Hogsmeade, and I lost my glove. I found out later that James stole it, but you offered me your glove. We had a bit of an argument about your hands getting cold and my already cold hands, and you grabbed my bare hand in your gloved one. I felt jolts of electricity go through me in that moment, and you just smiled like you’d won.
But really, have either of us won? I’m in love with you, and you’re not in love with me. Your best friend is in love with you, and you don’t feel the same way.
Unless you do. As we held hands throughout Hogsmeade, I wondered if perhaps you felt the same. Especially when you didn’t let go when we entered the warmth of the Three Broomsticks.
I don’t know how to deal with this. Writing letters to you and not sending them seems wrong, somehow. I feel like I’m letting things out instead of keeping it inside, even if I’m not sharing it with anyone. And it needs to stay inside, because if you know that I love you then it will ruin everything between us. Things will become weird, so I have to keep it inside and to myself.
But I suppose writing these letters isn’t that bad. It’s very therapeutic for me to let it out on parchment, although it does make me slightly sad that I’m pouring my heart out and no one will ever know. Not even you. Especially not you.
I suppose it doesn’t really matter.
I love you.
Forever yours,
Y/n Potter <3
And, like the others, your letter was stashed in the box under your bed. You did feel slightly guilty about writing them, but the only person who actually knew about them was James, and you’d made sure he’d never tell anyone about them.
You wished that Remus could read them. You wished you had the confidence to give them to him. But you didn’t want to ruin your friendship, no matter how much you loved him.
“Are you okay?”
You looked to the door and saw Lily leaning against it. You nodded and looked away, and you heard a sigh from the redhead. The mattress sank slightly as she sat beside you and placed an arm around you.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” she questioned, making you look at her. “We’re friends, Y/n. If you ever need to talk about something, I’m right here.”
You debated telling her. But James already knew, and if Lily knew, then two out of five of your friends knew, and that was too many. You didn’t even want James to know.
“Thanks, Lily,” you said instead. “I’m just really tired. School’s stressing me out a bit.”
Lily looked at you for a moment longer before squeezing your shoulders.
“You brother and his friends just snuck out and got us butterbeer. You want some?” she asked.
You nodded and plastered a smile on your face before following the witch down the stairs.
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Happy birthday to the internet friend I made a long time ago but no longer know 🫡
I wouldnt want to talk to you anymore but i remember your birthday!
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lomlompurim · 5 months
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respost separated from the og post bc I really liked this silly little thing I made
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And a little extra of my own
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little binghe has a goal in this life and it only gets worse once he mets sqq, no one dares to threaten his position as sqq's future wife, he literally was born to be his spouse!!
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emilykblue · 8 months
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saturday, august 12, 2023 23:06
dear darling,
i’m on my last plane to the city as i write this, though admittedly i’ve spent more time looking curiously down at the storms below me, the cursor left still and blinking, waiting for me to say something. given my mental state before boarding, you’d think i’d be frightened, but instead i’m thinking i might like to be a pilot in my next life. ironic considering my intense aversion to flying, or at least the process leading up to it. i haven’t much experience with air travel, but even so, i don’t need it to know i’m hardly fond of it, much less doing it alone. so unlike me, to approach any opportunity for solitude with dread and disdain, but between you and me, in recent months my fondness for being alone has slowly begun to fade. alone — there’s such a deep, sobering hollowness about the word these days, much like the one you feel returning to the same empty house, day after day, no one to hug hello or kiss goodbye. thinking about it now, i realise i’m beginning to feel alone everywhere i go, especially the places i wish to share with a lover. i was in the shower this morning, the water nearly as hot as could be, and yet it still wasn’t enough. of course it doesn’t take a genius to understand that it is not the heat of the water i crave, but the warmth of another’s embrace — bare, all-consuming — like there is no else in this world, in this moment, but us. i suppose what i’m trying to say, dear darling, is that in spite of how desperately i cling to my independence, there is secretly some part of me that eagerly awaits the day alone becomes alone together.
love, emily blue
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pcktknife · 3 months
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yknow fryes name is literally 1 letter off from being the same as a danganronpa character
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