Hello! Just want to say I adore your art, as well as your many Jon's!
Thank you so much. I am sorry for not answering this for so long, especially since your words were especially kind. I wasn’t sure what to draw for you, but I hope you like this. - Wolf
A birthday gift for the awesome @transformersg1fan271 !
After weeks and weeks of stress, of exams and studying and long nights in the library, exam season was finally over for the year. Students across the campus of Backupsmore were relieved to finally be able to rest without having to worry about whether they’d revised all the content enough to be able to pass their exams. Of course, they still had to find out whether or not they’d managed to succeed in their past year of work, but for now, those thoughts were tossed on the backburner in favour of some decent sleep.
For one undergrad student, however, the stress levels had barely dropped at all, if not increased exponentially as exam season drew to a close. The end of the year meant that the first-year students would be asked to move out of their current dorms, ready to be rehomed for the following year. This, of course, meant that the roommate the young man had had over the past year could very well not be with him in the second year.
This concept was utterly terrifying to Stanford Pines.
Ford was currently pacing up and down across the carpet in the dormitory he shared with another young man, his six-fingered hands clasped behind his back. His heart was hammering against his ribcage and he felt a little sick. Sure, there were still a few more days before he had to return home and his housing arrangements at the university changed, but he didn’t know if he’d be able to say what he needed to in such a short space of time. After all, how on Earth was he supposed to know whether or not his roommate would understand what he had to say, let alone accept it.
Ford was hopelessly, irreversibly, overwhelmingly in love with his roommate, Fiddleford McGucket.
Everything about the Southerner was just so … perfect. From the way he would blink hazily in the mornings as he rolled out of bed, and the way his dirty blonde hair stuck up all over the place, to the way he talked to himself as he studied or the way his slender fingers danced over the strings of his banjo as he practiced in the evenings. Even the slightest little thing that Fiddleford did made Ford’s heart flutter and filled his stomach with butterflies. He found himself blushing whenever he and Fiddleford exchanged dialogue, unable to focus on much more than the Southerner’s soft hair, or his delicate, gentle lips that Ford couldn’t help but feel the urge to press his own against…
But Stanford was straight, wasn’t he? After all, that’s what his father had told him, any time Filbrick had caught him gazing at another boy a little too long, or when Ford had been complaining about his brother’s ‘gentleman’s’ magazines being left on the floor in their shared room. Filbrick had responded with something along the lines of “at least that screw-up knows what he’s meant to be attracted to”. No, Ford was straight. He had to be.
But just something about Fiddleford changed all of that.
But surely Fiddleford was straight too? After all, the guy had mentioned on occasion that he came from a strongly Christian household, so surely he believed homosexuality to be a sin? Thinking about this only made Ford’s stomach lurch in the most unpleasant way and brought tears to his eyes. There was no way Fiddleford would understand what he needed to tell him. In fact, Ford wouldn’t be surprised if Fiddleford was glad that they probably wouldn’t be roommates next year.
Ford felt horribly lost.
As he stopped pacing and lifted a hand to swipe at the tears lingering in his eyes, he heard the door to the dormitory room open and glanced over as Fiddleford walked in, a bag of fresh-from-the-baker’s cookies under one arm and a small cupholder with two cups of coffee in the other hand. The Southerner’s face broke into a grin at the sight of his roommate, before that grin quickly fell into a frown. “Stanferd?” Fiddleford asked softly, setting his confectionery down in favour of going over to his friend. “What’s the matter?”
“Oh, nothing Fiddleford!” Stanford beamed, though his red eyes seemed to give it away. “I - I just got something in my eye, that’s all!”
“It looks like yer’ve been cryin’,” Fiddleford frowned a little. He put his hands on his friend’s shoulders. “Look, I’m sure as hell gonna miss ya too, y’know that right?”
“I-it’s not just that,” Ford stammered, his hands trembling. He stuffed them into his pockets. “L-look, I don’t - I don’t know if you’ll understand this or not, and please don’t hate me for it, but -”
“Stanferd, nothing ya do or say is ever gunna make me hate ya,” Fiddleford assured him with a smile. “Now c’mon, out with it.”
Blushing horribly, Ford swallowed hard. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his tongue. He made a choked noise and blushed darker, rubbing his eyes again. “I - I can’t!”
“Yes ya can. C’mon, yer articulate enough in class and in yer writing, so what’s got hold’a yer tongue now?”
“I - I …” Ford couldn’t say it. How was he supposed to, when he knew there was a very real chance of getting rejected right then?
“You…?”
“Goddamnit! I love you!” Ford blurted out the words before his brain could tell him not to. He immediately regretted it and clamped both six-fingered hands down over his mouth, his face a deep crimson.
Fiddleford stood in stunned silence for a few moments. During those moments, Ford felt every conceivable emotion flood through him like tidal waves, lasting a second before being replaced by a fresh one. Before he could say anything, however, Fiddleford blinked twice before he began to chuckle.
Ford’s stomach dropped. He clenched his eyes shut, hands gripping his hair.
Oh God, he’s laughing at me! He thinks it’s hilarious that I’m attracted to him! He probably thinks I’m even more of a freak now! What do I do?! What do I do what do I do what do I -
Before Ford’s train of thought could hit the inevitable chasm it was headed for, it was derailed quickly by the feeling of someone’s mouth pressed against his own. His eyes shot open. He was met with the sight of Fiddleford’s face a nose length from his own, the Southerner’s lips stopping Ford’s from blurting out anything stupid.
Ford stood stock still for a moment before his eyes fluttered shut and one hand found its way to Fiddleford’s cheek, cupping it gently and bringing the Southerner a little deeper into the kiss. Fiddleford’s own hands were on Ford as well, one on the small of his back and the other in his hair, brushing through it smoothly in an attempt to calm the young man.
After a moment or so, Fiddleford drew back from the kiss, leaving Ford gaping like a fish in the middle of the room, cheeks tinted scarlet. Fiddleford let out a soft laugh, his own cheeks a light pink in colour. “Why didn’t ya just say so?”
Ford blinked a few times and shook his head to clear his thoughts. “W-what…?”
“Why didn’t ya just tell me ya loved me, silly?”
“I - I didn’t - I had no idea that you - I - I -” Ford found himself stammering helplessly, unable to form the right excuse. “I … I thought you’d hate me.”
“Hate ya?!” Fiddleford baulked. “Why on Earth would I?”
“C-cause I didn’t know you liked guys…” Ford replied meekly, playing with his fingers.
“Haven’t ya seen the way I’ve been lookin’ at ya all year? Don’t take a genius like you ta figure out that I kinda liked you too.”
Ford couldn’t seem to be able to blush any darker, yet his cheeks flushed even more. “R-really?”
“O’ course!” Fiddleford grinned, stepping closer and wrapping his long arms around Ford’s shoulders, his smile gentle and inviting. “I mean, what’s not ta love about ya? Yer so smart, and handsome -”
“Handsome?!” It was Ford’s turn to baulk.
“ - and witty, and carin’,” Fiddleford continued, smirking a little bit. “Yer a real prize pig, ya know that right?”
Ford couldn’t help what he did next. He let out a quiet snicker, before a giggle, before he burst out into laughter, tears in his eyes. He threw himself further into Fiddleford’s embrace, burying his face into the other man’s collar. “Oh my god, Fidds, why didn’t you say anything?!”
“Because I didn’t realise the feelin’ was mutual,” Fiddleford replied, wrapping Ford up in a tight hug and pressing a kiss to Ford’s ear. He nuzzled against his roommate, blushing. “I honestly thought ya were straight…”
“Well not with you around I’m not!” Ford giggled and tightened the hug. “Though, if I’m honest, I don’t think I ever was.”
Fiddleford giggled softly and pulled back from the hug just enough to press his mouth against Ford’s again. This time, Ford didn’t hold back, pushing back against his roommate’s mouth eagerly, one hand on Fiddleford’s hip and the other on the back of his neck. Both of Fiddleford’s hands moved to cup Ford’s head, only serving in bringing them closer. Ford couldn’t help but shiver a little bit at the feeling of his roommate’s - no, boyfriend? - tongue brushing over his lips. Letting out a soft moan, Ford parted his lips slightly and allowed Fiddleford to deepen the kiss further.
The pair broke apart a minute later, both red-faced and panting lightly. They were still holding each other close, the warmth of each other’s bodies keeping them drawn in close. Ford let out a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead against Fiddleford’s.
“So… you don’t hate me for this?”
“If I hated ya, I wouldn’t’ve kissed ya, would I?” Fiddleford replied with a giggle, pressing another kiss to Ford’s lips. “Now c’mon, the coffee’s probably cold by now.”
Ford giggled and kissed Fiddleford a final time before they broke apart fully, the Southerner going to retrieve the coffee and cookies. They sat cross-legged on Ford’s bed, chatting happily away. Ford couldn’t keep the blush off his face, overwhelmingly relieved that he had at least managed to not completely shatter his relationship with his roommate. If anything, he’d made it stronger.
The pair kept chatting long after the coffee and cookies had gone, and long after the sun had set. It was only when Ford found himself yawning and struggling to keep his eyes open that Fiddleford eventually decided to call it a night.
“C’mon, you, inta bed with ya.” Fiddleford lightly shoved Ford towards the pillow, tugging the duvet back. Ford shrugged out of his sweater and jeans and tossed them onto the floor, before making himself comfortable under the covers and letting his eyes slip closed. Fiddleford stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers before turning the light out. Ford assumed he would be getting into his own bed opposite.
Ford’s eyes snapped open again when he felt the duvet be lifted up and felt another body join him in the bed. Fiddleford must have noticed the way Ford’s body tensed up. “O-oh, sorry, too soon?” The Southerner made a move to get out again before Ford wrapped his arms around him and held him close.
“No, this is nice,” Ford mumbled into Fiddleford’s hair. “Nice and warm.”
“Stanferd, it’s like eighty degrees already,” Fiddleford mumbled from where he had buried his face in the crook of Ford’s neck. His breath tickled his roommate’s neck and made Ford squirm and giggle. “Yer so damn cute, ya know that right?”
Even in the dark, Fiddleford knew that Ford had blushed a deep scarlet in colour. “O-oh really?” Ford’s voice squeaked in embarrassment and Fiddleford only giggled again, pressing a light kiss to Ford’s Adam’s apple.
“Yea, ya are. Absolutely adorable.”
Ford just blushed more, burying his face in Fiddleford’s hair. “... so, er… are we a thing now?”
“Don’t see why not.” Fiddleford shrugged, moving his head up so that he was facing Ford properly, the pair making eye contact in the dark. “I mean, we kissed ‘n everythin’.”
Ford blushed. “Right. It’s just… won’t your parents be furious if they find out?”
“Nah. My parents’ll understand. Sure, they’re Christian an’ all but they actually decided to read the Bible and nowhere does it say that God hates homosexuals.”
“O-oh… right.” Ford swallowed hard.
“What’s the matter?” Fiddleford frowned.
“I … my dad’ll kill both of us if he finds out…”
“Aw hon,” Fiddleford pressed a gentle kiss to Ford’s lips. “He don’t have ta find out, does he? I mean, we’re both goin’ home fer the summer, and we won’t be seein’ each other, will we?”
The reminder of their upcoming period of separation made Ford’s heart sink. “I - I guess not… I’ll give you my number and we can chat whenever possible, okay?”
“Sounds great,” Fiddleford grinned and leaned in for a proper kiss. Ford returned it almost desperately, knowing that they only had a few more days together before they would have to move out, possibly never to share a room again.
Ford couldn’t hold back a quiet whimper as Fiddleford broke the kiss, before nestling himself back up against Ford. Ford held the Southerner a little bit closer, his arms hugging his boyfriend tightly to his chest. Fiddleford gently nuzzled into his neck in a reassuring way. “C’mon, hon, we still got a few days together, right?”
“I-if I’d told you sooner, it could’a been all year…” Ford mumbled.
“Stanferd, don’t dwell on that. Ya didn’t know how ta tell me, and ya were too scared to try.” Fiddleford kissed his chin. “Now c’mon, let’s get some sleep, ‘kay?”
“Okay,” Ford smiled a little more and hugged Fiddleford tightly. The Southerner returned the favour after making sure they were both tucked up in the duvet. It wasn’t long before Fiddleford had fallen asleep. Ford smiled to himself in the dark, lightly kissing Fiddleford’s forehead before shutting his eyes.
No, he mused as he felt himself drifting off. I’m definitely not straight.
Hi, I'm not sure if you're sketching anymore, but is there anyway you could sketch Ford just smiling? It's been pretty tough for me lately, and I do so love to see Ford smiling.
Of course, friend! Here’s a blushy smiling Ford for ya!
I'm late to the party, but I saw what that anon said, and what they said is uncalled for. You're an amazing person and a fantastic artist, don't let them get you down!
I'm not sure if you're still taking requests for the sad meme, but is there any way I could ask you to draw Stanford with B5?
I have no idea what led up to this but I figure he was trying to escape to the basement before he started crying and something made him turn back...Requests are still open :D
