I don’t know how to make things right. So I’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong. (you know that I’m no good)
~400w, NSFW. A bit of implied BillFord that can also be read as Ford being restless, haha. >__>
They’re halfway to Antarctica when Ford starts to get antsy. Stan can recognize the signs of it this time. They’re an echo, reaching through the haze of his still-recovering memory. Ford spends a lot of time pacing on deck. He sits out there and meditates, even when it pours rain. When he does return inside, Ford spends a lot of time writing in his journal, his jaw clenched in concentration. Once, when they’re drifting slowly in a calm sea, he catches Ford balanced precariously on the edge of a rail, looking longingly out at the distant moon.
“Ford!” he says, reaching him in a few quick steps. “What are you doing out here?” He places a hand on the back of Ford’s collar to steady him.
Ford turns to him, blinking slowly, as if he’s waking up. “Stanley?“
“You trying to learn how to swim out here?” Stan asks, and gives him a gentle tug back to the boat.
Ford laughs, but lets Stan ease him back down. “The water looks nice, I could go for a dip.”
“Is the cabin fever really so bad you have to off yourself?” Ford doesn’t really need Stan’s help now that he’s back on the deck, but Stan keeps an arm around him anyway because he doesn’t know what else to do.
“And leave you to try and navigate back yourself? I’m not that irresponsible.”
Stan rolls his eyes, but settles down when Ford leans in to kiss him.
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Later, they’re squeezed tight on Stan’s bunk, Ford underneath him, his legs around Stan’s waist and every heave of his chest felt against Stan’s own.
Stan kisses him, gently, but Ford moans and licks into his mouth, pulling Stan’s head toward him to kiss him deeper. Stan moans back, still fucking into him slowly. There’s not enough space to get much leverage, but Stan can feel Ford tighten around him all the same.
“Stan—Stan,” Ford says, catching his attention.
Stan stops, raising an eyebrow at him. Ford flushes red, then takes hold of Stan’s hands. At first, Stan thinks that this is what Ford is embarrassed about, but then Ford brings one, and then the other, to his neck.
“Please,” he says, and closes his eyes.
When Ford comes, later, Stan’s hands are still around his throat, squeezing. He gives a strangled moan, his eyes still squeezed shut, but when he comes down from his orgasm, it’s the most content he’s looked in weeks. He’s pliant as Stan chases his own release, and doesn’t complain when Stan comes inside him.
oldpuppetfingal reblogged your post: Pls rec garashir fic for us, I always have so much...
Oh my god, I love When the Farsei Blooms. My desperate comments for more are all over that fic and I will forever lament its WIPness
ikrrrrr it’s SO GOOD. i’ve read it twice now. i’m bummed there’s not at least 100k more, but if it had to be left forever unfinished, i’m happy with the place it ended.
oh! and for garashir nonny and any others - there’s a companion piece that i forgot to mention, insights, which is from garak’s pov. any time garak’s pov is involved in anything i’m like yessssssssss
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I know that feel. :(
theclacks replied to your post: [[MOR] Sometimes I wish I was the friend people...
my life in a nutshell :(
I wish teleportation and/or bullet trains were real, so we could meet up with internet friends more easily. Not like, #Dashcon style, but like, “hey, let’s meet up and go see a movie” kind of stuff.
A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind. I don’t go that hard for it, but I’ve become convinced that Jet/Faye could have been a thing post-series in Cowboy Bebop.
Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?
I shuffled onto:
“Boogie Shoes” by KC & the Sunshine Band . Hahaha, all I can think of is Larry Underwood from The Stand because this song is referenced in one of his sections.
“The Waitress” (To Venus and Back live disc version which is much better than the album version, JUST SAAAYIN) by Tori Amos . OMG, I thought I would never come up with anything even on the cracky side to put for this, but: Liz/Isabel, from Roswell.
Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas). I’ll take something out of my crossover prompts from the yuletide post and just say I am down for SO MANY It Follows fusions. As far as I can tell there are none.
