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Tears in my togachaco eyes ,,,

Indeed, a sugary comfort piece of loving your s/o after their long day

long days with ace

note: old work and NOT rewritten (ie i may edit in the future)

NO BECAUSE I AM SOFT TONIGHT OKAY. Imagine this. Ace coming to bed all tired and grouchy. The day couldn’t have gone worse. He’d woken up late for his own divisions mission. Missed breakfast. It had been raining all day. The mission had taken longer than expected. He’d stubbed his toe. The list could go on forever. The only thing keeping him from snapping was you waiting for him in bed. He hadn’t even been able to wake you up with kisses this morning, only a rushed peck before he was dragged out by Marco. Now, with finally done debriefing everyone, he dragged himself to his room. And the moment he stepped through the door it felt like the weight on his shoulders and the band gripping his chest and the storm hovering over his head disappeared. With the lamp fire still flickering, there you lay, reading a book under the covers. And as soon as you heard the door creak open you looked up and smiled all big and warm, threw aside the book, and opened your arms wide in invitation. He didn’t need to be told twice to catapult himself into your embrace. And once he was finally home, he released the breathe he was holding in all day. For a moment, you both just lay there, basking in each other’s presence. You can tell it’s not been the best day for Ace. So, after a few moments of running your fingers though his hair you start to shift on top of him. He whines loudly in protest and tightens his arms around your waist but let’s you do as you please after you whisper “Gimme a sec baby just wanna pamper you a little Im not going anywhere” into his ear and press a kiss to his freckled cheek. You’re now on top of him and he’s half-heartedly glaring at you for disturbing him. You roll your eyes and get started. You slowly move your hands up and down his body. All the way from his shoulders to his chest to his stomach and back up again. You caress every inch of him like you’re worshipping it. Slowly and softy you take your time. Every scar your fingers glide over you stop and slowly trace. And then move your face down to pepper light and airy kisses over it. You only stop after you have loved ever single bump blemish and scar on his body throughly. You glance up for a moment to check on him and are blessed with the sight of his face in a state of bliss. Dark hair spread across the pillow eyes resting shut and mouth slightly parted. With a hum of approval, you travel up and slowly press a kiss onto an eyelid and then move to do the same to the other. And then you do it again. And again. And again. Then, you gently cradle his face between your hands. When his eyelids start to flutter, you press a kiss to his nose and say “Shhh love just relax let me take care of you okay.” You slowly glide your lips over to the first freckle your eye catches. Slowly you press your lips down and hold them there. After a moment, you move onto the next freckle. And the next. And the next. Your thumbs rub slow circles into his jaw, easing out the worry and stress. And after you’ve trailed your fingers and lips over every inch of his body. Every scar on his shoulder wrist and waist. Every freckle on his face stomach and neck. You press a kiss to his lips, which had been neglected this entire time. You’re caught by surprise when you feel him kissing you back, thinking he had been asleep some time ago. He loops his arms around you again, tighter than before, and buries his face into your hair. He inhales your shampoo and exhales a whispered “Thank you” so low that you almost miss it with how deep he’d burrowed in your head. You respond by pressing your lips to his shoulder briefly and respond a loving “Always.” Ace falls asleep like that. Surrounded by your love. And the reminder that it’s okay to let others take care of him for a change. That he doesn’t need to prove himself to be loved. That he doesn’t necessarily need to give in order for something to be given back every time. That love might just actually be as easy as falling into your reassuring arms and sweet kisses and warm smile. That he deserves to be loved as much as anyone else. 

HAHAHHAHJAHHHSHSHSH LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT BILL HE’S SO….!!!!! AAHHGG?? YOU KNOW? IM GOING TO EXPLODE.

H... hello billford people...

If I didn't have commissions to work on, I swear I'd be drawing nothing but these two all day. I'd have a fucking graphic novella by now dksjhjskgh

But these are some doodles I've done while slacking off. I really hope you like them, I've honestly been excited to throw my stuff into the tumblr billford pile (seriously, there are SO many of you making artwork, and you're all so talented?? It's wild. It's like christmas every day.)

So.. I hope you like these! I like to think about Ford when he's all gullible and infatuated with his muse... before he wises up to bills bs.

Thank you for existing.

Thank you for everything.

And thank you, Mark and Ethan, for taking us on a wonderful journey that lasted a year.

I like many others, had a wonderful and Beautiful time.

See you on the other side.

Memento Mori.

Unus Annus.