#letters pillows

[fcthots]

Okay but how do you think Jason would react to coming home from a long mission to see you cuddling his pillow like a teddy bear while you sleep?

❄️

He had been on a mission for days, and you knew that was part of the job. You knew it was part of the job, but it sucked. Sleeping without his warmth and comfort wasn't easy. Fortunately, you had come up with an idea. You had been sleeping curled up with his pillow. It wasn't the same, but it did the trick after a while. If you were tired enough, it was just enough to lure you to sleep...especially after you started using one of his shirts as a pillowcase.

It took over an hour for you to fall asleep, your face buried in the pillow for comfort. Jason had only walked in a couple of minutes ago. He wasn't sure if he should take pictures because you looked adorable, or if he should let you sleep.

He can't help himself. He approaches you and gently shakes your shoulder. "Sweetheart, 'm home."

You don’t open your eyes, swatting in his general direction.

"Did you miss me?" He smiles as you bury your face deeper into his pillow.

You very clearly were not awake.

"'S nice to see you too." He laughs to himself.

"Shut the fuck up," you mumble into the pillow.

Jason removes the pillow and tries to slide into its place. You finally crack an eye open.

"Oh, hi." You close your eyes again.

"Hey." He pulls the covers up over you both.

Your eyes open again. "Wait. Jason?"

"Yeah, it's me. Shh, baby. Go back to sleep."

[greenlaut]

tea & dates

continuation of bitter tea & oranges

[mattodore]

theo’s bedroom is slowly coming together

[thisispoetrybyamyy]

I have been a little off balance since the day I met you . This is because I had never known what it is like to be perfectly aligned

- Courtney Peppernell

[confetticlues]

i have my fourth knee surgery wednesday morning and it’s so comforting to imagine steve and blue being there for me in the recovery period afterwards 🩷

[dathen]

He took off his coat and waistcoat, put on a large blue dressing-gown, and then wandered about the room collecting pillows from his bed and cushions from the sofa and armchairs. With these he constructed a sort of Eastern divan, upon which he perched himself cross-legged.

PILLOW PILE PILLOW PILE

I live how unphased Watson is by this. Oh yes Holmes is collecting all the pillows in the house for some Floor Time. Regular roommate occurrence.

“I wish I knew how you reach your results.”

“I reached this one,” said my friend, “by sitting upon five pillows.”

Never underestimate the power of a pillow fort!!

[johnlockifconvenient]

Every time Sherlock Holmes has to sit in a chair normally, he is in agony

[capybaraonabicycle]

Martha Dunnstock and Ruth Fleming would worship each other send fic

[baeshijima]

ALSO

HAPPY BDAY BELOVED 🫶🫶🫶

[littlethingsmart]

(source)

[mysicklove]

south african guy has taken a major L to not want your pookie wookie self AND THEN FOR HIM TO BE LIKE " i don't want you 😐", and then when you don't give him attention "why aren't you giving me attention 🥺🥺" ERM- SIR 💀💀

he is so dramatic my GODDDD

[oooohno]

i’m in full support of your new blue lock man now that i have identified him btw 💕

YAY guess that means we can get hitched now 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼

[lovinggreeniehours]

i would give up everything for them

[sat-oru]

I swear I'm not trying to give you a new f/o obsession but.

I think Varka likes you. What.

WHOA WHOA WHOA ROSE! THE WAY GASPED RIGHT NOW

varka likes ME?😵‍💫

[redrocketpanda]

I'm doing a lot of processing at the moment and turns out that Atsumu has become a very dear blorbo for dumping all of my feelings & processing into (they don't call me atsumucore for nothin')

I've written exactly two scenes for this in my phone notes app and I'm not sure if it'll ever become a fully realised fic, but boy... do I need to hear the things that are being said to Atsumu right now. And so I'm writing these scenes for myself, but I think maybe they'll resonate with a lot of the other broken trauma babies out there too

[galadae]

🧡 for calien :>

ty azia!! this took me forever to write aksdjfh but it was fun <3

Lazy | ~600 words | happens after the end of ShB. vague mentions of SB patches and ShB events

Morning light filters through the shutters, littering the blankets and floorboards with pale golden ribbons. Dust specs form slow, shifting constellations in the sunbeams. 

Hien rests his head on his arm. A dozen duties await him, but he finds himself unable to think of a single one. He watches the slow rise and fall of Calantha's chest. Her violet hair, now streaked with white, lies across her forehead. It's shorter than when he saw it last. Roughly cut. It could be the way the light falls across her face, but her pale freckles seem brighter.

Aside from a messy, scribbled letter that Aymeric had handed him at the front, and sporadic notes sent by a means he still doesn't fully understand, he'd heard nothing from her for the better part of a year. 

He closes his eyes. He can see the letter now, words on a worn page, folded and unfolded again, read a hundred times in her absence.

Hien, I'm in love with you. I've been a fool, and I'm sorry. Please know you're like sunlight to me. I feel warm and glad when I'm with you.

The letter and tiny notes he'd tucked into a small box, the only things he had of her. But no more.  

This was now the third night she'd spent with him since she arrived. Each time she'd asked to stay, almost hesitant, as if she wasn't sure what he'd say. He sighs. He knows it's because of how they left things their first night together.

Calantha stirs, rousing him from his thoughts. He turns to see her heavy lidded violet eyes blinking in the light. 

Her lips curl into a slow smile at the sight of him. "Morning," she mumbles. 

Hien thinks, in this moment, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Hello, my love." He cups her cheek. She gives a soft, sleepy laugh as he presses his lips to her forehead. 

"Love, hm?" Her words are slow, drowsy. "Is that what you're calling me now?"

"If it's to your liking," he says. His fingers brush strands of white hair behind her ear. "It is true, after all." 

She rolls onto her side to face him. Her hand meets his between them. "Well then, love, do you have to rush away this morning? Or can you stay awhile?"

His heart warms to hear her say it, too. He laughs. "Never fear, I can spare the morning for you." 

Calantha slowly hooks her leg around his, pulling him against her. "Doing what, I wonder?"

Hien raises an eyebrow. "You seem to have ideas." She giggles as he leans in to kiss her lips. It's soft, lingering, and she wraps her arms around him, pulling him over her. When they part, her smile is wider. 

"Calantha?" 

"Yes, love?" she murmurs. Her fingers trace slow circles on his back. 

"You need not ask me if you wish to stay the night again." 

Her hand stills. She looks away. "It seemed polite. The way things were between us – I wasn't sure." 

"You know your feelings are a match to my own. You can be sure that my bed is yours." Hien touches her cheek, turning her gaze back to his. He grins. "As am I, whether or not I am in it."

The tranquil happiness returns to her face. "Oh, good," she says. "I sleep better when I'm with you." 

He laughs, and she kisses his lips, curling herself into him. They lie wrapped in arms and blankets as the sun climbs higher, content to keep the morning to themselves.