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[ranchsoda92]

drew @jellyskink's ford while listening to multiple videos to study for my biology exam, hope yall like it. augh my proportions are off but i messed up my layers so i cant fix it aughhhhhhhh

[alex-the-bordercollie]

Lazy Monday Morning

This is a Good Ending D and H fic. Some lovely HusbanDs fluff.

Domesticated Ford belongs to @jellyskink

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There it was again. Another string of sharp, blaring, beeps. D had to get the most obnoxious alarm clock he could find. He was a very heavy sleeper and the bed was cripplingly comfortable. Warm, soft, always filled with good company. D wasn't sure anyone would ever understand just how intensely he appreciated a good bed.

Except for one man possibly.

"Five more minutes…" A husky voice grumbled. Spindly arms coiled around D's waist. A familiar face pressed into his breast.

"I already hit snooze twice," D groaned. He shut off the alarm and reach up to rub at his identical face.

"Hit it again," the other voice whined.

"I can't H, I have work," D whined playfully back. He cracked a bleary eye open to look down at the man who'd coiled around him like some beautiful, invasive, ivy.

H had tucked himself into the crook of D's shoulder. His face buried in his chest. D combed his fingers affectionately through his partner's thinning grey hair. He took great care to help him keep it strong and healthy. H felt so delicate in D's arms now, it was misleading though. He knew full well the strength of will still contained in that frail frame. He knew he was about to have to wrestle with that will if he ever hoped to escape.

"I'm going to be late for class," D warned gently.

H groaned and snuggled into him further. Worming his face into D's belly and tickling him with his fussing. "No school today, you're in charge, just take the day off."

D couldn't help but laugh. Shaking up his dearest companion with his rumbling. "And when has that reasoning ever worked on you?!" he huffed between hearty cackles.

H lifted his head to narrow his one eye back at D with an irritable pout. Puffing up his cheeks indignantly. "If I don't get to work today you shouldn't either."

D sat up in bed and leaned forward to kiss his friend's forehead. Holding his cheek in his hand. "I'm not the one on bedrest today," he chided softly.

H only protested further and flopped dead weight across D's lap. "Betrayal!" he lamented melodramatically. "Where's the solidarity?!"

D chuckled and sighed. Petting H sympathetically before slowly wriggling out from under him to the edge of the bed. He reached a hand out to turn on the lamp on the head board and in his fumbling knocked both their glasses down into the crack between the mattress and the frame.

"Oh," D exclaimed. Oh well, he'd get them in a minute.

H rolled onto his back and draped an arm over his eyes. Further tangling himself in the blankets and he draped sideways over the edge of the bed.

"My precious kitten, abandoning me in my time of need-"

"You'll be fine," D replied patiently as he pulled himself up to his feet. Grunting from the ache in his joints. He'd gotten better with a good deal of effort and H's help, but the joint pain was still a daily struggle. Stanley's joints bothered him too, though not near as bad. That was an odd kind of reassurance. Knowing part of it was just the natural process of getting old took some of the shame off the pain.

D shed his pajamas onto the floor. He should probably have made an effort to get them to the hamper, but that was all the way on the other side of the room. Well, the other end of the bed. Ok, three feet away. But he was tired and it was so early, and he was in a bit of a hurry. He could pick up the laundry later. He'd probably remember. Ok so Jean-Paul would get it, but that was almost as good.

H rolled back onto his belly and hung over the edge of the bed as he watched D pull on his slacks. D couldn't help looking back at him, feeling the man's eye combing over his body.

D cleared his throat. "Can I help you?" he teased.

"Just enjoying the view." H hummed.

D couldn't help but laugh again as he fastened his belt. "Whatever you say. I've learned not to trust your tastes."

"Oh like you would know good taste," H dismissed. Waving off his comment. He reached past D and pulled open one of the dresser drawers to tug out a light purple sweater off the top of the stack.

"Chilly?" D asked. H had problems with his blood pressure. D had learned to look out for any sign of chill as it could indicate a crash.

"The bed get's cold without you," H reasoned as he lazily hoisted himself up just enough to pull the turtleneck over his pajamas.

D smiled again. "So you're stealing one of my sweaters? You have your own clothes in the bottom drawer you know."

"I know," H conceded easily. Flopping back down against the pillows and pulling the blankets up to his shoulders. "But your sweaters are warmer. It's a proven fact," he explained.

D pulled out a pair of socks and sat down on the edge of the bed to put them on. "Is that so? How intriguing. I'd love to see the data on it. I'm sure you've done quite vigorous research into the matter."

H grinned, deeply pleased with D's teasing. D liked to think he'd gotten good at it. He'd lost the ability for so long, but good banter made his companion smile and that was enough incentive to move mountains. H had such a warm wonderful smile.

H rolled over onto his side to look at D, bundled up in the blankets. D's sweater hung on his lean frame and formed little ripples in the fabric. "I wouldn't need your anomalous sweaters if you'd just stay and waste the day away in bed with me."

D pulled one leg over his knee and leaned back to prop himself up on his arm. "See, I could do that, but I did promise the children we'd be playing with explosives in class today. They've been really looking forward to it," it was a fun science experiment, safer than it sounded. "I could take the day off, but then you'd have to explain to your daughter why the project she and her friends have been eagerly awaiting had to be postponed."

H narrowed his brow at D. "Using my own spawn against me, you're diabolical," he taunted, though even he couldn't keep a straight face.

D laughed and leaned in to reach past him. Feeling around between the mattress and the bedframe. "Gee, I wonder where I learned that," he taunted back.

"Touché mon amour~" H conceded affectionately. He pulled D in when he looked past him, into the crack that had stolen their glasses, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

D's fingers finally found the glasses. He fished them out and placed a pair on H's face. Didn't really matter which one, the style and prescription were the same.

H smiled wider as D's face came into sharper focus. D put his own glasses on to drink in that smile in high definition. The way H looked at him… The love in this man's eye never ceased to amaze.

"You're very sweet," D praised.

"Only you think that Kitten," H chuckled.

D held the back of H's head and kissed his forehead. "Well, just this once, I feel confident in saying I know best," he asserted.

H sighed and pressed his cheek into D's arm.

"I have to go now," D reminded him.

H groaned irritably and fell back into the pillows. "Uhg, you're still on that?"

"Yes!" D laughed. "I still have work."

D reached into his drawers for a shirt and H peered back at him out of the corner of his eye. "Undershirt first," H hen pecked.

"Right, right, I've got it," D huffed, returning to his undergarment drawer for a white t-shirt. "I was getting to it." He wasn't, he would have forgotten had H not reminded him.

H hummed smugly to himself and snuggled deeper into the bedding. "Oh what ever would you do without me?"

D rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Oh yes, what ever would I do without you."

[whenalltheeyesopen]

At this point @jellyskink has shown Ford losing no fewer than three separate pet shows, so I made a followup to the fic where Irene drives him home while he's having an abandonment-related mental breakdown.

Enjoy! (AO3 cross-post)

Irene paced three steps along the hall runner. She tapped the little ivy leaf that marked the midpoint, turned, walked back.

"This is the stupidest thing I've ever done," she said out loud to the empty hallway.

Then she picked up her phone and made a call.

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Dr. Ibis almost didn't answer. Dr. Irene Oleander was a nice enough woman, but a call from her so soon before one of his regular appointments with that patient was a guaranteed migraine. It was fine when she was just requesting his most recent x-rays, but sometimes she called to tell him that she had found flesh-eating worms in the man's gums and to please be careful in case Bill Cipher had been denying his favorite pet medicine access.

Whatever this was, it would be just as unpleasant tomorrow. It was probably important, possibly time sensitive. Sometimes, the migraine needs must be endured.

"Hello, Irene," he said.

"Yusuf. How are you doing?"

"Fairly well." He gave the file on his computer screen a quick once-over. "Busy with work. I assume you're calling for business?"

There was nothing but the white noise of a poor connection.

"...Hello?"

"I'm here," Oleander confirmed. She sounded uncomfortable. "This is going to sound extremely strange, but I wanted to ask you a favor."

Ibis raised an eyebrow, even though she couldn't see. He tried to make sure the humor was obvious in his inflection: "I hope we aren't on such bad terms that a favor is outlandish to ask."

"No, no, it's just- it's an outlandish favor."

Ibis hummed. "Irene," he said, "does it by any chance have anything to do with a certain mutual patient?"

To his chagrine, she did not respond immediately.

He sighed loudly. "Just tell me what it is."

"Is there a custom trophy shop near you?"

"A what?"

"A trophy shop, or a place that does etchings or something."

"Uh-" he had never had cause to investigate, but he was pretty sure the print shop did tchotchkes. "I think so?"

"Right. Um." Oleander made a strange noise. "Um, so, after your last appointment, you asked me to try and get Dr. Pines to start flossing regularly since he hadn't been listening to you. And I did talk to him, and last I saw him he said he had been."

"Well that's peachy," Ibis said drily. "He eats nothing but organ meat and candy with as far as I can tell a side helping of stainless steel deadbolts. But at least he's flossing."

"Believe me, I'm fighting that same battle," Oleander said. There was real anger in her voice. She was much more invested than Ibis in the lost cause that was patient health.

Static again.

"Alright," she said. "Can you, um. This is going to sound stupid. Can you make him a trophy for it."

Ibis almost couldn't believe his ears. "For flossing?"

"I know it's ridiculous."

"Ridiculous doesn't begin to cover it."

"I'll pay you back for the cost, and - I don't know, I'll buy you dinner or something. Or owe you a favor."

Ibis glanced over at his computer again. He did some mental timesheet math.

"Yusuf?"

"I'm thinking."

"Please. I know it's dumb, but he's had a really bad... Uh, series of encounters."

"Yes, I saw them on TV."

Oleander's voice went quiet while she swore away from the receiver. "You were watching."

"I thought it might be fun to see how Calimari did."

"That's... Very sweet of you."

"I found Cipher's entries infinitely more entertaining."

"You-" Oleander cut her own furious response off, apparently remembering that she wanted Ibis to owe her a favor. "Will you help me cheer him up or not?"

"Well," Ibis said, "you do have a way with insurance companies."

"You want me to do your insurance coding for you???"

About eight hours of it, in fact. "If you want me to cheer up your sad little man."

"Yusuf, I swear-"

"Deal or no deal?"

She went silent again. She was definitely fuming at him.

"...Deal."

"Fantastic."

"Thank you."

"I hope you have a marvelous day, Irene."

"You too."

"I'll send you the relevant documents."

"Lovely."

He logged out if his computer. He stretched his shoulders, stiff from too much desk jockying, and headed out the door.

Maybe flossing trophies would enter his normal hygiene support system after this.

[totallynotstalkingmothguy]

So what were you talking about with the muse thing?

I can't

I can't say

I think god will kill me if I tell you

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some chill beats i made today! it can either be looped or played alone.

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