#ford squared

Ford hates the chewing tobacco habit, but eventually he finds he enjoys the taste of it (always peach flavored) when it's remaments of the flavor leftover on Fiddleford's lips

Bumping glasses when they kiss with a giggle from them both, before they straighten them or take them off and try again.

Ford waking up to Fiddleford in increasingly strange positions in the morning. Upside down, half-off the bed, curled up into a pretzel. He just snorts, fixing him by himself when he's able, and when he's not he gently wakes him up, scooping Fiddleford into his arms once he's straightened out.

When Ford is half asleep getting dressed in the morning and fumbles with his tie a little too long, Fiddleford always finds his way over to finish the job with a peck to his nose when he was done every time.

Fiddleford all warm and comfortable in Ford's sweaters, a little wide and baggy on him, but they were cozy and smelled like Ford.

Sticky notes left for eachother everywhere, all the time. Reminders, inside jokes, little love notes and doodles.

Showering together after a long day and night working on the portal, with soft and gentle touches and sleepy smiles. Fiddleford refused to climb into bed with him when Ford was quite literally still slick with sweat, and it was faster this way anyhow. (Kind of).

Ford deciding that banjo playing after 8 pm was fine, if it was sweet sappy love songs written by Fiddleford himself. The lyrics were always relatively simple, but the emotion was in the music. He can't get enough of the bashful flush of Fiddleford's face when he plays those kinds of songs, his shy smile.

Fiddleford who's freckles come back strong spending more time outside and in the sun (Ford pokes fun at him because he was in California before this, shouldn't he have been getting way more sunlight than that?). He observes them when Fiddleford is fast asleep, drawing constellations between them with his eyes.

Stealing glances at eachother and being unable to stop their grinning while they're working. Ford kissing him excitedly when Fiddleford figures something out or has a breakthrough on a problem. He just grabs him, cups his face, and kisses him with such intensity it makes Fiddleford's head spin every time and leaves him with a blush and a beaming smile.

Fiddleford bringing Ford his coffee through the day (while also monitoring his intake), being met with a soft, grateful sigh and a thank-you kiss to the cheek.

Fiddleford holding and playing with Ford's hands absentmindedly in bed while wrapped around one another, kissing each knuckle before he brings them in close to his chest, Ford squeezing his hands in return, knowing that he still had at least one person in the world who had always appreciated his abnormality instead of turning away from it.

Fiddleford calling him things like "pumpkin", "sweetheart", "honey". Ford calling him things like "my love", "darling", "angel".

Falling asleep tucked in close, Fiddleford wrapped around Ford, who always clasped his hand around Fiddleford's arm in his sleep, like he was trying to make sure he stayed there.