#ill come up with a tag for this eventually..................

[faebeeboo]

Hi! May I request a little Ford x Reader please? Reader comes home from work/meeting/etc. and is just so mentally exhausted she can hardly stand up. Ford notices when she walks in the door, yada yada yada, some cozy bed cuddling action, some words of comfort, yada yada yada :) Thank you! - Star ★

Thanks so much for requesting this!! It can also be found on Ao3

Long Day

Rating: SFW

Type: One-Shot; Request

Tags: Ford Pines/Reader, Gender Neutral!Reader, Older Ford Pines, Post-Canon, Comfort, Forehead Kisses, Flirting, Slightly Suggestive, Light Teasing, Sarcasm, < i think every one of my fics should probably have that tag, Kissing, Ford is a good boyfriend, Reader has hair. Length not specified (could literally be a buzzcut for all we know), Reader age not specified

Word Count: 1,107

You arrive from home feeling a bit worse for wear. Ford has just the thing to remedy that.

The closer your steps took you to the familiar door of your home, the more they seemed to drag, your legs burning from the short walk between your car and the porch. The stairs up onto the wooden platform seemed like individual mountains to climb.

Finally, you reached the door and opened it up, staggering through and kicking it closed behind you. Almost immediately, there was a call from the other room.

“In the study!” your boyfriend shouted, voice muffled by the walls between you.

It was a ritualistic thing; when Ford heard the front door close, he’d shout out his location if he was wrapped up in something he couldn’t immediately step away from. Otherwise, he came trotting into the room to greet you with a kiss and embrace. 

After the day you’d just had though, you just wanted to fall into bed and sleep for a concerning amount of time.

Instead of making your way to his study right after dropping your bag by the door and toeing off your shoes, you headed straight for the bedroom down the hall.

You didn’t even bother to strip off your work clothes, instead just flopping onto your stomach and shimmying down into the bed, squirming until you could roll over onto the pillow.

You weren’t sure how long you lay there, completely worn out, mind blank but not quite asleep yet. You were almost too tired to sleep, because that totally made sense.

Eventually, the sound of footsteps broke you from whatever trance you were in. You turned your head to face the doorway without lifting it from the pillow; holding up your neck was simply too much effort right then. 

“Are you feeling ill, my dear?” Ford said, his voice achingly soft, a balm to your tired bones. 

“Just one of those days,” you murmured, groaning and turning your face down into the pillow.

You heard him move closer and felt the bed dip down, then his large hand rested on your lower back.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Grunting noncommittally, you raised your shoulders in a lazy shrug.

Ford’s hand smoothed up your spine, finding its way to the back of your neck. He pressed his thumb and finger on either side and began massaging. It felt so good you could cry.

He chuckled softly, bringing to your attention that you were making a low rumbling sound in the back of your throat.

“Does that feel good, my dear?” he whispered, hand sliding down your back to rest between your shoulder blades as he leaned down to kiss the side of your head.

You leaned into the kiss, then frowned when his hand remained stationary on your back, his thumb rubbing gentle circles instead of pressing into your muscles. “Who said you could stop, boy?”

“‘Boy’?” he laughed softly, raising his eyebrows with feigned incredulity. “I’m pushing seventy, darling.”

“Are not,” you insisted with as much emphasis as you could muster in that particular moment. “You just turned sixty, like, a year ago.”

“It’s been two,” he retorted, smoothing a hand over your hair.

“Close enough. Now get to massaging, boy.”

You could almost hear his eye-roll, done lovingly of course. He had never so much as raised his voice or scowled at you. On occasion, he would lower his voice and say, “Now, dear…” but that was far preferable to the way some men had behaved towards you. 

He shifted around on the bed, getting into an optimal massage position on his knees. His hands skimmed up your sides lightly first, then back down. You felt his thumb dip below the hem of your shirt and he paused, then pressed upwards just a little to slide farther up it, distracted by the feeling of your skin under his hands. 

“Ford.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. He didn’t sound sorry, but you weren’t really sorry either. As much as you loved your effect on him though, you were too tired for any funny business. 

Finally, he laid his hands on your lower back and pressed his thumbs down on either side of your spine, rubbing gently back and forth, working his way up slowly. His other five fingers smoothed over your ribs, and you couldn’t help but shudder.

Ford hung his head down and to the side, trying to get a look at your face. “Is that good?”

“Mmm…” was your very coherent answer.

He continued his ministrations until you squirmed around, rolling over to face him instead. He sat back on his knees, watching you with that ever-present curiosity.

You held out your arms, and his expression turned to one of tender adoration. Ford slipped easily into bed at your side, his arms winding around your waist and tugging you into his chest. 

Burying your face there, you inhaled deeply, rubbing your cheek against his sweater.

“Comfortable?”

“Mmmmm.”

“Did something happen at work today?” he asked, gently petting the back of your head.

“Hmm… Not really. It was just so draining. I was just counting down all day until it was time to clock out.”

“Well…” he murmured, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You are the most hardworking person I know.”

“Ford…”

“No, I’m serious! No one knows how to… get ‘er done the way you do.”

“Oh my god,” you covered your face with your hands to hide a smile. “Please stop.”

“Did I sound too much like Stanley there?” he asked, tugging your hands away so he could see you.

You giggled, holding up two fingers in a pinching gesture. “Little bit.”

“Well, you know what we always say…” Ford put on a raspy voice, a near-perfect impression of his brother, “No refunds.”

“No more!” you laughed, pulling back in an attempt to get away from his tomfoolery. Even as you drew away though, he chased you, keeping his face close to yours. “Please, I beg of you! It hurts.”

“Oh my,” he purred, cupping your face in one hand. His expression was open, full of devotion, as he gazed at you with an admiration that made you feel that you would never fall short of anything again. “We can’t have that now, can we? I daresay that, as your boyfriend, it is my duty to kiss it better.”

Ford drew closer and closer until your noses nearly brushed. “Tell me, my dear. Where does it hurt?”

You stopped breathing for a moment, idly wondering when the heck he went from a fumbling mess around you to being so debonair.

Seeing your chance, you whispered, “Everywhere.”

So he kissed you there. 

[rotruff]

happy monday

[silkysong]

FROM BUG TO GOD, ALL AS ONE. NONE ABOVE THE OTHER. A TRUE END TO THE PATTERN

[blae-kitta]

Sketch page! Margaritabille au by @kerink with Bill making a caesar, Ford in the outfit I'm living in rn, a joke post I've already posted of where Ford loses a bet, and an interaction that been lodged in my frontal lobe for ages and was gonna make a proper comic for and then didn't

[erbiumspectrum]

My thesis supervisor: you haven't changed your mind, right? You're staying with me to do your Master's?

Me: of course, if you can handle me for another two years

Him: I'm hoping for more than two years!

[martlet-my-beloved]

i had an idea

idk what to name it yet but post-pacifist uty au where an older martlet finds frisk in the ruins and has to figure out how to escort yet another child through the underground. why the hell is martlet in the ruins in the first place? thats for me to know and you to find out

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[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[screechingfromthevoid]

ok so I thought it was weird the way Dorian said "it's not like that" when saying goodbye and the hesitation in robbies voice as he said "I kiss his little forehead" (which I took as Dorian hesitating to do is it) because if there was going to be a confession, that should have been the time.

Then Robbie called Dorian actions before the ball "recloseting"

Dorian WOULD have confessed to Orym then. He WOULD have had a big dramatic goodbye because he's been in love with orym for months.

But his brother was there. He wasn't only saying goodbye his friends. He was saying goodbye to Dorian Storm. For now. He was going back to being Brontë Wyvernwind. Who is severe yet elegant. Subtle and masculine. And probably straight.

So no. There was no confession of love. Because Brontë doesn't love Orym. Brontë is a good spare. Perfectly ready to because heir at any moment, take up all responsibilities of that. He'll wait in the wings and marry a nice girl from court. He'll take care of his brother who can't take care of himself.

Brontë will be thankful for the time he was Dorian. He will be thankful for Orym for showing him how to be a good and strong man, protector. Leader.

[purgatory-is-life]

Martim week 2025-day three-au

"I feel like I've met you before....."

( @martimweek2025 )

(Explanation/au details under the cut)

This au is a god au of sorts! I don't have all the details worked out but here's what i got

-Tim is the god of sex, grief, vengeance, missed connections, i think friendships and familial relationships?? (and probably patron of trans kids it could go either way w/ what ive got so far)

-Martin is the god of isolation, love, kindness, and sickness (might give him something to do with spiders too)

-the horrors are still present but not like. directly coming from the fears

-Long, long ago, back when these concepts were first gaining worship and first gaining physical forms, two were drawn together--and they were practically inseparable. however, tragedy struck and the gods of old disappeared.

-Enter main canon timeline! Tim and martin have just started down in the Archives of the Magnus Institute! Jon has his own stuff going on but rest assured he's having a Bad Time

-Tim and Martin are quick friends, though they both have some underlying baggage (there is some magic fuckery with the institute, after all)

-Tim knows at least abt some of his powers, I don't think martin knows anything abt his own powers yet. Tim is Very Bad at hiding his powers, but is trying very hard to keep them underwraps

thats abt all i got for now :P

[a-physical-avatar-of-scribbles]

more of this au because. i still think im funny its all i have to my name

[xxri]

maría for the ad astra zine! lc u will be missed T_T

[auricbound]

utdr specific verse for world traveler is up !

aka 34 year old golden man becomes a local cryptid for both universes. have fun.

[secret-room-item-pool]

[ardienothesieno]

i was planning on playing watcher day one. but honestly im just not really feeling it right now... maybe i'll feel different tomorrow. but. the hyperfixation brain train is firmly locked onto different things right now and i. just. dont think id be able to fully enjoy it.

but another thing adding onto this is because i feel almost obligated to play watcher. and i mean, yeah, i want to, but it also feels kinda like a demand. because i spoiled the entirety of rain world for myself before i played it, so watcher's my only chance to have that "blind rain world gameplay" experience. so it kinda feels like, in thinking like that, im forcing myself into playing watcher.

...and i dont think i want to.

right now, at least.

im still gonna block the spoiler tags so i have a better chance at a spoiler-free experience if i do ever decide to play it, but. unless i have a drastic change of heart in the next 12ish hours... im not gonna play watcher.

[greenliar]

Promises made for convenience Aren't necessarily What we need

[cicada-candy]

I get the sense that Nina is gonna haunt the next season.