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WORD COUNT: 1680

SUMMARY: Some letters Tony and Steve exchanged between each other.

WARNINGS: none

AUTHOR: Killer raccoon

Capcicle:

This phone is embarrassing. I’m embarrassed to have it anywhere near my person. Pretty sure you must have recovered it from an archeological dig of a Neanderthal cave. Which would be fitting for you, them being your people and all. Still pissed by the way, haven’t reached that ‘understanding’ yet.

Unsincerely,

T.S.

 Dear Tony,

I know. Both about the phone and the understanding. I must admit that I did get slightly amused imagining your reaction to it. The phone that is, not the other thing. I think it portent that older phones don’t have tracking chips in them, and they aren’t being monitored by the NSA. Kind of thinking that says something about modern society and not really in a good way. Trading privacy for security. It’s devastating. As for the other thing… I know you're upset. You have reason to be. I get that, I do. I should have told you about your parents. I wish I could go back in time and do things different. But I can’t. So the only thing I can do is to repeat that I am sorry.

As for the ever so subtle dig, how did the party-line go? Fire bad, tree pretty? Or, you know, ooga-booga. Or whatever it is that Neanderthals like me say.

Yours most sincerely,

Steve

 Spangles,

I have been ‘tracking’ you since they found you on the ice. Trust me sweetums, the NSA is the least of your worries. Also, did you just crack a joke at me? And used pop culture at that? I am shocked. Shocked I tell you! Kindly cease destroying my world view, I’m too busy being livid at you to be amused (at how bad you are at it). Thank you.

Also, why? And don’t give me that ‘protecting me, protecting you’ bullshit. Details. All of it.

T.S.

P.S. Paper letters are so undignified.

Dear Tony,

Not sure how to react to the tracking thing or how to take it. In a weird way it’s good to know? I don’t know. When I first came off the ice I would have done anything to get back in it. The grief of losing Bucky was still fresh, and on top of that everyone I had ever known was either dead or only experienced occasional moments of lucidity, like Peggy. I didn’t recognize anyone, or anything and when I went down, I was a soldier. I slept on the ground, for the most part. The Commandos and I used to take shifts so no one would creep up on us in the middle of the night and capture or kill us. I still heard the ring of gunfire and bombs going off in my head. To go from that back to civilian life and not just civilian life but civilian life in a completely unrecognizable world… I wasn’t in a good place.

I sat outside your tower once, at a little cafe near the tower, hoping to get a glimpse of you. I don’t know what I would have said or done if that had happened. But SHIELD gave me a file on you and I knew that you were Iron Man, so I thought maybe if anyone would understand what it was like to wake-up in this strange world that sort of turned you into this impossible legend while you slept it would be you, being a legend yourself. There are days when I still wonder how the Captain America thing became so rampart. Trading cards?! But after we met I didn’t think you liked me much, so it’s strangely touching to hear that you tracked me, as messed up as that probably sounds. I mean, I know that our first meeting was under the worst possible conditions. We were stressed, I was so lost, and we had Loki’s scepter bringing out the absolute worst in both of us, but I always got the feeling that I annoyed you a bit.That my old fashioned ways, my ethics, my confusion... I just always felt that it kind of rubbed you the wrong way, even after we became friends and teammates.

At least I know why now. Howard. Would you believe me if I told that I was surprised to find out that Howard spoke so fondly of me to you? Don’t get me wrong, I admired Howard a lot. He was brilliant, he was funny and very charming. Not nearly as charming as you, of course, but he did have it. And I will always be forever grateful for what he did for me, flying me into enemy territory so that I could save the 107th. Without Howard there would be no Howling Commandos. But the truth of the matter is that while Howard was generous and brilliant, he sort of talked to me like I was a kid, you know? He didn’t act like he was all that impressed by me the entire time we knew each other.

I regret how he died. And your mother. I do grieve for them and for what happened. You want answers and I’ll try my best to give them to you but in all honesty I’m not sure I understand it entirely myself. First and foremost I feared for Bucky. You have to understand, Bucky and my Mom were all I had as a kid. I was sick, and weak, and picked on like you wouldn’t believe. Bucky always stood up for me, protected me. Without him my childhood would have been a completely different story and I probably wouldn’t have made it out of it. And when my mom died he was there for me again. I actually crashed on his couch for months afterwards. No one knew Bucky like I did, and no one left alive but me had seen him at his best, so full of life.

He is a good man, he didn’t deserve what happened to him. And it’s my fault - what happened to Bucky - it was all my fault. I recruited him into the Howling Commandos even though he could have left the army. He had been captured and tortured by Zola, the army was ready to release him. But he followed me back into war because I asked. He was so loyal. So honorable. Maybe too loyal and honorable. I was concerned that because there was no one but me left who had known Bucky pre-Hydra programming, that no one but me would believe him redeemable. And so I wanted to protect him and I thought that if I told you about your parents that you would be just one more person gunning for him. I mean, even Sam had his doubts that Bucky was still Bucky deep down and Sam is a former soldier, a VA counselor and a good friend. If Sam didn’t fully believe Bucky could be reached, what hope did I have that you would?

Still though, I realize that whether you would have reacted poorly or not, and whether you would have become just one more person I’d have to race to get to Bucky first, I shouldn’t have kept Hydra’s involvement in your parent's’ death from you. You had a right to know, a right that didn’t supercede my drive to save my best friend, and I was wrong to keep it from you.

This letter is long. Longer than I intended. But you asked for answers and I hope I gave them to you.

Sincerely,

Steve

 P.S. I don’t know, call me old-fashioned (you do anyway) but I like paper letters. They just seem more… personable. Besides not only are email accounts trackable, but they’re also annoying. No matter how many firewalls you put on my accounts, I’m still getting emails from some guy in Nigeria who is most eager to inform me that I’ve magically inherited millions of dollars.

 Stars and Stripes,

Of course I am more charming than my father.

Tony

 Dear Tony,

Not that I’m complaining here, it’s always great to hear from you and I know I have no right to ask... but is that really all you took from my last letter? It’s just you didn’t insult me, my parentage, or my honor at all in in your response, so I’m concerned.

Love,

Steve

 Cap,

I am processing. I need time. I’ll be in touch.

Tony

 Steve,

Okay, so I’ve processed. Sort of. It’s ongoing. James Buchanan Barnes has been cleared of the U.N. bombing in Vienna. Officially. As such you, Wilson  and the others have also been cleared of the aiding and abetting charge, and a financial donation from yours truly went a long way in clearing up the property damage charges. I know Barnes is in cryo in Wakanda, I may be able to help with the de-programming.

Meanwhile I need you to get your (admittedly fine) ass home. Bring your big boy pants, you and I are going to have a very long conversation. We’re going to put it all on the table.

Love,

Tony

 Dear Tony,

I’m on my way (and by the time you receive this I’ll probably already be there).

Love,

Steve

 Dearest Steven,

Well that conversation, after hours of deliberation, ended rather smashingly, I thought. And by smash I mean that I was quite impressed that you managed to break a solid oak, steel bar reinforced desk while I fucked you on it following said conversation. The Hulk himself couldn’t have done better. Good job. I told you we would put it all on the table. No worries, I’ll buy sturdier for next time.

Love Always,

Tony

 Dear Tony,

I’m looking forward to it. Now can you come to bed? I want to snuggle.

With love,

Steve

 P.S. In my day we built furniture that lasts (while we walked uphill to school both ways)… Couldn’t resist. Oh come on, it was right there!

 P.S.S. You’re sending texts in letter form now. Admit it, you liked the letters.

 Steve, dearest,

The sarcasm. I’m almost proud. Almost. And I admit nothing. Love, He who is heading to you right now...

"We need to be with each other this minute, nothing to say, but I want to be talking to you now, so this letter, another part of our mysterious enduring love. I put steel strings on my guitar, that's like changing from underwear to armour, that's New York City. Given up plans for sainthood, revolution, redemptive visions, music mastery, just the ageing man with a notebook, happiest when alone in a Puerto Rican restarant, coffee and spanish juke-box, and I've crossed the equator of my very cold heart and I'm a human again, a second here and there.

I'm worried that you're lonely sometimes I stop and I feel you wanting things I haven't given you. Tell me. I know that we'll be seeing each other very soon."

Leonard Cohen, 'Bleeker Street and Nico', New York, 9 April 1967

#handtype #handmadefont #handwritten #lettering #letters #inspirationmorning #inspirationtype #vscocam Foto x @c1rqa // @weareverbal

“There are 5 total: Kenny... Peter... Lucas... John Ambrose... and Josh”

This movie is probably my new favorite rom-com of all time

fun fact about me is that when i was a kid id write capital E’s with as many of those little horizontal lines as possible and id call them ladder E’s and adults fucking hated them

James Lewis

Normalise hand written letters again

What do you want me to do?

Probably nothing, but be happy.

Random conversation with a stranger on the internet

001.

The Letters You Never Sent | Spencer Reid x Reader

Dear Spencer,

I’m sorry. God Spence, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to do this. And I need you to understand that I had to. I never wanted to leave you. I wish I didn’t have to. You are my everything. I never thought I would get to be with someone as amazing as you. The fact that I could get to wake up next to you every day is something I will cherish while I’m away. You don’t need to wait for me, it would be selfish of me to ask you too, and I understand if you move on. I don’t think I’ll ever get over you. These past few years have been extraordinary and I think they’re the only thing that will keep me going. I love you. I feel like I didn’t say it enough. So I guess I’ll say it now. Please stay strong for me.

I’m sorry,

Bug

Dear Spencer,

It’s been a week since I left and… I don’t know if it’s gonna get better. It should, of course, with time, but right now it hurts. It hurts so much. I know you’re the one who should be grieving. I’m dead to you for god sakes. But it still feels like I’ve lost all of you. And I’m so sorry I’m putting you all through this. I know I’ve said that before but I feel like if I keep saying then you’ll somehow know. There’s so much I want to tell you. Starting with I’m sorry doesn’t feel right, I am, so so so sorry, but I want to start with I love you. It sounds like I’m repeating my last letter but I’m not. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. You need to know that. More people should tell you. You deserve more than you know.

I love you,

Bug

Dear Spencer,

I hope you’re okay. That’s one way to start this, but I do. I’ll always worry about you. I know you can take care of yourself, but still. Life in Paris has been… okay? There’s nothing bad about Paris itself, I just miss you guys. When I see you again I hope to take you here. It’s nice. You would like the Louvre. It’s very interesting, all the artifacts. I know you could probably tell me everything there is to know about each one. I love that about you, you know? All the information you have in the big brain of yours, it’s what first drew me to you. I had just walked into the B.A.U, I was looking for Hotch at the time, and I saw you. I know that’s stupid and cliche but that’s how it went. You were sitting on Morgan's desk, probably rambling with how your hands were waving, and I just knew that I had to get to know you. Your hair was falling in front of your eyes and you just looked… like yourself. So carefree, you looked like someone who hadn’t seen all the horrors of the job. The more time I spent with you the more I knew how amazing you were. Everything you did, everything you said, made me more attracted to you. This is getting long. I should stop here. I love you. I’ll keep telling you that, even if you won’t read these.

I love you,

Bug

Dear Spencer,

Good morning, or afternoon, or night, whatever it is for you. I’m getting better, I hope you are too. I still miss you guys every day, that’s never gonna change. But I’m starting to enjoy the little things. I went to this bakery today. They had the most delicious chocolate croissant that you’ve ever tasted. I hope you’re doing alright. You’re probably still working cases. I’ve been trying to track Doyle, but with my limited resources, I haven’t got much. That’s alright. I know you guys, or at least Derek will do everything you can to catch him. Tell him I’m sorry. He must put all the blame on himself. He shouldn’t. This wasn’t his fault. Even if I did die it still wouldn’t be his fault. I hope all of you know that there’s nothing you could have done. I know that you’re probably confiding in JJ. When I come back, if I do, don’t put the blame on her. This is my fault. She isn’t allowed to say anything. And I wish I could tell you. I wish every day that I could send these letters to you, and be able to tell you how much you mean to me. But I can’t. It could compromise my location. And I don't think Doyle would leave me alive a second time.

I love you,

Bug

Dear Spencer,

I don't know how much longer I can do this. I know I said a while ago that things were getting better but I can't tell anymore. I mourn the loss of you guys every day. I ache to come back. And I don't know how much longer I can go looking at things and know you guys would like them. I went back to that bakery and tried this blueberry muffin, and it made me think of Penelope. Some day if/when I get back I want to take a trip with all of you to Paris. I know you guys would like it here. There’s not much else that’s interesting so I’ll end this now.

I love you,

Bug

Dear Spencer,

I’m coming home. Currently, I’m writing this on the plane. I miss you. And I’m sorry. I wanted to come back on my own terms, not because Doyle found Declan. I can’t wait to see you. I can’t wait to apologize. I’m sorry. I said this in my first letter but I am. So so so sorry. I’ll try to make it up to you. As much as I can. I’ll understand if you move on. I don’t want you to. God no. But I’ve been away for seven months, I won’t put it against you if you do. I should be reviewing what JJ sent me, but I want to tell you so much. I felt I would have more time, more letters to write, I didn’t think Doyle would find him so quickly. I still want to come home. If I had the choice I never would have left you. We’re gonna land soon so I need to end this now.

See you soon,

Bug

Walking into your and Spencer's shared bedroom the first thing you noticed was the tears. They were streaming down Spencer's face as he read one of your many, many,  many  letters. When he heard your sharp intake of air, he looked up from the letter he was holding. “Spence- I- How- How did you find those?” You asked, standing stiffly.

“Why didn’t you give me these?” He questioned, looking up at you. “I… I didn’t want to make you feel like you had to take me back just because I was thinking about you. You shouldn’t feel compelled to be in a relationship with me, and with what I did- I just… I… I couldn’t.” Without you noticing he had gotten up and came to stand in front of you.

“I will love you forever, no matter how long you stay away.  I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, all that you’re yet to be. Ernest Hemingway” He quoted, taking your face into his hands. “I love it when you talk quotes to me.” You replied, snaking your hands into his hair.

“ There ain't no mountain high enough, Ain't no valley low enough, Ain't no river wide enough, to keep me from getting to you. Marvin Gaye.” He whispered, leaning closer to you. Soon you were a hair's breadth away from each other's lips. “I love you.” He said, eyes raking over every detail of your face. “I love you more.” You responded, allowing your eyes to droop. “Not possible.”

Soon his lips were on yours and everything was perfect.

Keep laughing, because it’s a beautiful sound.

a/n: a first attempt at an angsty letter 😐😐 yes, im indulging all you lucky ducks with never seen before exclusive angst content.

warnings: there are inaccuracies, lets pretend voldemort kills scrimgeour and ignore that the timeline is wrong 😘

word count: 451.

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Dearest, y/n.

- 

Happy Anniversary, love. Or rather, sad anniversary. I hate that the worst event of my life occurs on what was the best day of my life.

Yes, I know. I am stupid and shut people out. I don’t like to admit I’m wrong, I’m cold sometimes, and you could probably list a million more faults and even though I’d protest, you’d be right. I miss that about you, your brutal honesty but I miss all of you beyond what words could convey. 

I haven’t seen you in over a year because of him, but he said it was to protect you. God, y/n. God, I wish it were any other way, I wish I could somehow steal a Time-Turner and go back and protect you from all of it. All I want is your safety.

You’re so far from me now, but I hope you’re safe and happy. Promise me that you’re safe and happy.  

The Dark Lord (as Father has forced me to call him) keeps me from knowing anything important. He says it’s because I’m not ready. Father says that, I mean. I don’t think Voldemort cares about me anymore. He used me to try kill Dumbledore and now I’m just discarded. I tried to stop him, y/n. I did, I promise you I tried. 

But you know all this. You knew I wouldn’t be able to kill Scrimgeour (Voldemort’s did that himself.), but now, in the eyes of every Death Eater I walk past, my father, him, I’ve failed. Between you and me? I’m glad I did because that was one of my last moments with you, right before the battle.

I’m sending this letter by owl to your parents now. They’ll put it in a place I hope you will be able to find, but I know you won’t read it. Because you can’t read it.

Every night I hate myself a little more for letting you go. 

You’re laughing at how cheesy that was. But please keep laughing because it’s a beautiful sound and I think we all need some beauty right now.

Love you always,

D.M.

- 

P.S: It’s now the 2nd of May 1999. Almost the 3rd because I’ve been up so long thinking if I should even write this note, but by now we both know I’ll always have more to say when it comes to you, so here it is. It’s been exactly a year since I found out you died, and three since your actual death. This is my 12th letter. I don’t want to say this is my last, but I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I love you. I’ll see you soon.

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stationery shared with others is never stationery wasted stationery shared with others is never stationery wasted stationery shared with others is never stationery wasted

my cork board w/ my memories:)

I need the Letters to Beatrice imprinted into my brain.

Love letter for my beautiful boyfriend😻💕 Love youuuu Babu ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from a letter to Jane Williams written in February 1823, featured in The Letters of Mary Shelley

I hate modern love, like situationships, couples breaking every three months, cheats, etc

all i want is a man that writes love letters and is nothing of the above

Today's the start of Universal Letter Writing Week! 📝

This week encourages us all to pick a pen and paper and write to someone—family, friends, or yourself. You could even write a letter to a complete stranger. It's all up to what makes you comfortable.

How lovely would it be to receive a hand written letter complete with envelope and stamps? I also love collecting used postal stamps.

There is a degree of vulnerability when you put words by hand on a paper in this era of digital printing & IMs/DMs. It can be hard and you might put more effort in making sure your penmanship is eligible. You might even receive a letter written in cursive—an elegant & soul-revealing format. Apps cannot replicate the intimacy a handwritten letter conveys.

"[Letters] have souls; they can speak; they have in them all that force which expresses the transports of the heart; they have all the fire of our passions, they can raise them as much as if the persons themselves were present; they have all the tenderness and delicacy of speech, and sometimes even a boldness of expression beyond it."

- by Heloïse, The Love Letters of Abelard and Heloïse

So start sending some joy & love through writing handwritten letters. ✉️

*letters in today's photo was given to me by my orgmates and friends last 2017*

#universalletterwritingweek #handwrittenletters #writingletters

He was running when I first saw him. Butter on his mouth, filled with laughter. When he looked at me, I could feel every pore in my body grow warm. His smile felt as though I understood him, yet I couldn't fathom him. "Radha! Radha!" he called out with his enigmatic voice, the next time I saw him. His dark complexion, the peacock feather, the striking yellow robe, the flute in his hand. He was so out of place yet merged among us. Now that I remember, he was always the centre of attention. He just wanted to see me, the daughter of the chief of Vrindavan. The next time I remember, I would wait for any sound of him. His anklets, his laughter and more importantly, his flute. How couldn't I be mesmerized by his tunes while the whole of Vrindavan would come to a stand still? As days went on, Little did I know he was walking step by step into my heart and I, into his. We spent every available second together. Little did we know it was borrowed time. We would dance, tell each other stories and just watch each other smile under the moonlit sky. Then he had to go to Mathura. He had his destiny to be fulfilled. While everyone in Vrindavan walked behind the chariot trying to stop him, I hid behind a tree trying to see him one last time. Our eyes met. He smiled. In that moment, I heard his flute. His smile and his tune gave me his message. Even if he wasn't next to me, that day he sat in my heart's throne. I smiled back but that night when I saw the peacock feather he left for me, I cried. ~ From that day, I've heard he's the God purifying the Earth. That he's the Mastermind behind the war. That he's a coward-Ranchor, kidnapper, strategist, protector. But now, I know. The promise he made with his smile, he kept it. He's Radha's Krishna and I, Krishna's Radha. I understood how smile but now, I can fathom it too. 💕 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #letters #foreverlove #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #Krishna #writerslife #radha #wordswithqueens #radhakrishna #vrindavan (at Vrindavan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAYUb__FGA7/?igshid=13hjef7x9op8d