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okay I got one for Silco that I plan on changing at some point but it'll do for now:)

haven't done one for Viktor yet but i also have no ideas what to write for him so it's whatever

ugh, brainstorming session for anyone who's bored^^'

i'm trying to figure out what I want to be a part of the spacers for Silco and Viktor from Arcane but i dunno what to put, espscially for silco

like, i usually do 2 little thingies and then a swirl or something

for Viktor my thoughts are already pretty clear like i want the hexcore as a thingie and maybe the cane? i want to use his eyecolour maybe for the swirl... if i find another thingie i'll make his cane the swirl or smth like that

but for silco? mm so i've got his main colours which is fun, i'll take a shimmer vial as a thingie but i can't think of another thingie?? maybe like his eyes as one as in half/half or something?

i am open to suggestions haha^^

oh and i also have these two

which are really cool but i have no idea what to do with lmao

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ugh, brainstorming session for anyone who's bored^^'

i'm trying to figure out what I want to be a part of the spacers for Silco and Viktor from Arcane but i dunno what to put, espscially for silco

like, i usually do 2 little thingies and then a swirl or something

for Viktor my thoughts are already pretty clear like i want the hexcore as a thingie and maybe the cane? i want to use his eyecolour maybe for the swirl... if i find another thingie i'll make his cane the swirl or smth like that

but for silco? mm so i've got his main colours which is fun, i'll take a shimmer vial as a thingie but i can't think of another thingie?? maybe like his eyes as one as in half/half or something?

i am open to suggestions haha^^

oh and i also have these two

which are really cool but i have no idea what to do with lmao

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hey there! i know it's been a bit longer than a week but i just wanted to let you all know i'm still here - just lacking a bit of energy to write rn

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writing my thesis really made me realize how much i love characters who are workaholics (Ford, Viktor, Silco.... fucking Spongebob - you get the gist)

like, man. I really adore them for something i am never able to achieve (unable to work no matter how hard i try, resulting in staring at a blank page for hours at a time)

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now that the cold series is done i need to... take a break for at least a week or so for uni stuff and i apologize for that! T-T

I also apologize already because I can feel gravity falls slipping from my mind and slowly being replaced by arcane🫣

I fully intend on finishing all the gf requests and drafts I started but I will probably not stick to gf for much longer :(

Sorry for the inconvenience, I love you all, have a wonderfull day and a pleasant start into the new year!!💞

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"We're officially one hot chocolate away from survival."

Ford x Reader

words: 330

tags: sfw, fluff

You and Ford had decided to go window shopping in town today. Ford didn’t get out of the house, or more specifically his lab, much which is why you had suggested an agreement to him. For every time that he cancelled one of your plans in favor of his research, you’d get to randomly tear him away from it to do something with him he normally wouldn’t do.

Today it was window shopping. However, when you came up with this brilliant idea you hadn’t really considered how cold it would be. It was December and you had dressed accordingly, but after two hours of walking around, the cold was starting to seep into your shoes.

You pressed yourself into Ford’s side as you walked, trying to receive some of the excessive amounts of body heat this man emanated, but to no avail. You groaned in frustration. “That’s it! We’re officially one hot chocolate away from survival.”

Ford chuckled beside you. “And what exactly does that mean for us, love?” He looked at you expectantly and you grinned up at him. “It means we’re going to the next café we find and get both of us a hot chocolate, obviously.” Ford chuckled again. “Obviously.” He repeated in a voice that made it clear that he wasn’t making fun of you, but instead was laced with love and affection.

You basically clung to the man as you walked along the streets and when you found a café to your liking you almost sprinted towards it, dragging Ford along with you. He indulged you happily.

Ford was glad to have this arrangement with you or else he would miss out on moments like this. Seeing your eyes light up with joy as the waiter brought you your hot chocolate. Or watching you relish in every sip of your drink, getting some whipped cream on your nose, making you look absolutely adorable. Yeah… That’s a picture he’d try to sketch in his journal later.

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"How are you warm already? I’m over here fighting hypothermia!"

Stan x Reader

words: 285

tags: sfw, fluff

Stan and you just finished the last tour of the day. The tourists this year really couldn’t get enough of this place, even though the snow outside was reaching up to your knees by now. Still, if they wanted a tour they would get one, even if that meant you and Stan had to wade through the snow multiple times a day.

As you both stepped inside you were quick to head to the bedroom and change into more comfortable, even warmer and softer clothes. You were already changed when Stan reached the bedroom. With some huffs from the man he stepped into the room and took off his suit to change into something more comfortable as well. Just his underwear simply wouldn’t cut it in this weather.

By the time Stan came to find you in the kitchen you had already prepared some hot chocolate for the both of you. When he stepped into the room he shivered. “How are you still cold?” You giggled as you handed him his mug.

Stan looked at you, flabbergasted. “How are you warm already? I’m over here fighting hypothermia!” You chuckled at his dramatic exaggeration as you took a sip of your beverage.

“Yeah. That’s because you’re old and cranky.” You gave him a mischievous smirk as Stan furrowed his brows at you. “Hey, who are you calling old, pal?” That took you aback for a second and then laughter took hold of you. “Pal?” You managed to ask between laughs. “Buddy, we’ve been married for 17 years.”

Stan halted and then realized that you were right. He did just call you his pal. Soon enough he joined in on your laughter, all snarky remarks long forgotten.

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"Okay, I’ll admit it... you were right about bringing the extra socks."

Ford x Reader

words: 355

tags: sfw, fluff, sleepy

It was well past midnight when you were gently woken up by movement on the mattress. You grumbled as you tried desperately to hold onto the fleeting state of sleep. The movement beside you stilled.

“Did I wake you?” A voice whispered next to you. It was Ford. You’re boyfriend who you shared a bed with. Also your boyfriend who refused to go to sleep at a reasonable time because he loves to do ‘research’ in his lab. You knew he was doing actual research but you also knew that pretending that it wasn’t was an easy way to rile him up.

“Just like last night.” You grumbled the same sentence you’d uttered every night before this one. It was unclear to you how it still surprised him. “Sorry about that, love.” There was movement on the bed again, this time the blanket, and a waft of cold air hit your body. A shiver ran through you.

“Put the blanket back down, it’s freezing in here.” Ford chuckled quietly. “Compared to the lab it's actually quite warm.” You turned on the mattress to face him fully. Neither of you could actually see the other's face because it was so dark but he could still make out just enough of yours to see you frown at him.

After a moment he chuckled again, a little more nervously this time. “Okay, I’ll admit it… you were right about bringing the extra socks. Without them I’d probably already be sick right now.” As he said this Ford shifted his body closer to yours and wrapped one of his arms around your waist.

You sighed, both as a comment to his statement and in enjoyment over the very much appreciated warmth Ford provided. “You could also just turn the heating up down there.” You argued but didn’t expect anything to come of it. “I already told you why I can’t do that.” You hummed, feeling yourself start to drift off into sleep again.

“I know, dear.” You managed to get out before fully losing consciousness. Ford smiled fondly at you, soon following you into a deep and warm sleep.

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"Blowing warm air inside our clothes? You are resourceful."

Stan x Reader

words: 279

tags: sfw, fluff

You and Stan had been driving for about forty minutes now. He had plans to take you to a fancy restaurant a bit further outside of town than you expected. You had to stop for gas somewhere along the way and with your fancy clothes you absolutely weren’t prepared for the cold waft of air that hit you as the car door opened.

A strong shiver ran through you and you asked Stan for a jacket. He just had one from his time at sea in the trunk. It was mainly to ward off rain but it was still better than nothing.

While Stan was getting the gas you were trying to stay warm in this also very cold jacket. You only needed to get it warmed up first. You blew some air into your hands and rubbed them together like a little housefly. It helped a little and it gave you an idea.

You lifted the front of the jacket and looked down inside it before blowing a deliberate waft of warm air inside the jacket. You immediately felt a little better but the relief was only brief until the warm air dissipated. So naturally you did it again. And then a third time.

You kept doing this so when Stan came back he couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle. “Blowing warm air inside our clothes? You are resourceful.” You glared at the man as he continued to chuckle. You quickly joined in as you realized how silly you must have looked.

Back inside the car and on the road Stan made sure that you didn’t need to use that trick again for the rest of the night.

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"Your nose is redder than Rudolph’s... and just as cute."

Ford x Reader

words: 323

tags: sfw, fluff, suggestive

Ford stepped through the door and shuddered as he took his snowy coat off. “It is freezing out there!” He declared loudly, making you poke your head out from the kitchen. When you saw his face it took you a surprising amount of effort to suppress your laugh.

You stepped into the hallway, closer to your husband, still holding onto and mixing the ingredients in a bowl for the cookies you were baking. Through your best efforts a little giggle escaped you as you spoke, a fond smile on your lips. “Your nose is redder than Rudolph’s… and just as cute.”

Ford turned to look at you. You weren’t quite sure if the slight red tint on his cheeks had been there before or if you had caused it. Still, he broke out in a big grin. “Did you know that Rudolph actually has such a genetic advantage because of his red-glowing nose that if he were real he would be considerably more desirable as a potential mate?”

You stared at Ford for a second and then broke out in a full on giggle. You stopped mixing the ingredients and held the bowl with one hand to be able to reach up to his cheek with the other. He gingerly leaned into your touch and let his eyes fall shut, enjoying the warmth on his skin. “Well, duh! Why do you think I’m with you and not Stan, huh? Those extra fingers can do some real magic.”

Ford’s eyes snapped open wide and his face was as red as his turtleneck in less than a second. You winked at him with a smirk and after seeing his stunned expression stuck like that for a moment couldn’t contain your laughter any longer.

You laughed so hard that Ford had to take the bowl from you so you wouldn’t spill the batter. He got so easily flustered, no wonder you loved teasing him so much.

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"We’re in the middle of nowhere, freezing, and yet... I wouldn't trade this for anything."

Stan x Reader

words: 281

tags: sfw, fluff

You and Stan had decided to go on a road trip over the winter, leaving the Shack to Soos and Ford. They’d be able to handle themselves, surely.

The third stop was in a little log cabin on a mountain somewhere in Oregon. It actually wasn’t that different from the Shack, except that it was quiet with only the two of you there.

However, as luck would have it, as you woke up the next morning you were snowed in. And, even worse, now the wood for the furnace was quickly running out. You had already alerted the person in charge of this place but they also had to wait for the roads to be cleared.

Stan didn’t worry though. As long as he had you with him he could get through anything. Soon enough you had both wrapped yourself up in a couple of blankets, holding each other close to share your body heat. It really wasn’t that serious just yet, you just loved to cuddle the man. And who was he to complain?

After a while of just sitting together like that Stan broke the silence with a chuckle. Then he spoke. “We’re in the middle of nowhere, freezing, and yet… I wouldn’t trade this for anything.” You looked up, locking eyes with him. You felt nothing but affection and love as you told him with a smile: “Actually, I would love to take a hot shower again.”

Stan laughed and shoved you playfully. You joined him in his laughter and wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face in his shoulder. You could think of no one else you’d rather freeze your ass off with than this man.

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"Your idea of warming up is just using me as a heat source, isn't it?"

Ford x Reader

words: 212

tags: sfw, fluff

You came home from grocery shopping. When you stepped into the house and Ford greeted you there, offering to help put the groceries away, you just put the bags down and walked straight towards your boyfriend. You snaked your arms around his waist, nuzzled your face into his shoulder and held him close.

He was a little stunned for a second but quickly put his arms around you as well, feeling you shivering in his embrace and he understood. “Your idea of warming up is just using me as a heat source, isn’t it?” He asked you with a chuckle. You lifted your head from his shoulder to look at him with a playful smile.

Through almost clattering teeth you answered. “What can I say - you’re a human furnace of a man and I am fighting hypothermia.” You both shared a laugh and after a few more moments in his arms you had stopped shivering.

You peeled yourself off of him and turned around to the abandoned bags. “Okay, let’s get these put away before they go bad. After that expect not to get rid of me for at least an hour.” Ford just chuckled as he moved to take one of the bags to the kitchen. “Oh no! What a nightmare.”

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"I told you, layering is key! Now you’re stealing my jacket!"

Stan x Reader

words: 245

tags: sfw, fluff, suggestive

Stan came back inside the gift shop after the last of the tourist group had left and walked inside the house to put his jacket on the coat rack, signaling that he was done for the day.

You on the other hand felt a shiver run through you as the cold air wafted through the room with Stan. So, naturally, you followed him through the living room and immediately snatched his jacket from the rack after he had turned around.

Stan noticed, of course, and turned back around to catch you in the midst of putting his jacket on. He didn’t seem so happy about it though. “Just this morning, I told you, layering is key! Now you’re stealing my jacket!”

Undeterred you continued. The jacket was way too big for you but it still held Stan’s warmth which is what you were really after. You sighed into the fabric as you pulled it closer to your face.

As he saw this, Stan’s expression softened again. He couldn’t be mad at you, not really. And honestly, seeing you in his jacket did something to him. A picture of you wearing nothing but his jacket formed in Stan’s mind and he immediately turned bright red.

You chuckled as you saw his face, already having a vague idea what might be happening behind those eyes. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Stan.” You said with a laugh as you walked past him to the living room.

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"Add an extra fluffy blanket. Trust me, you’ll feel better."

Ford x Reader

words: 298

tags: sfw, fluff, sick days

Ford, with his relentless thirst for knowledge and more than half a century of life experience, wouldn’t listen to you when you told him to wear a warmer jacket for his expedition. So, as it was meant to be, he was fully knocked out with a cold the next day.

You couldn’t help but chuckle fondly at his stubbornness and the consequences of his actions and quickly went to make him some tea, and later in the day some nice soup.

He was a bit whiny throughout the whole first day but you didn’t mind as much as you saw his eyes light up every time you walked back into the room. You knew he just enjoyed having your absolutely undivided attention and care for a whole day. If it meant having to play up the whole situation a little then he wasn’t going to let that chance slide.

However, even he couldn’t fake the shivering that coursed through his body and you frowned when you saw it. You hummed. “Let’s add an extra fluffy blanket. Trust me, you’ll feel better.” And with that you were off into some other part of the house for a few minutes. Ford hated every second of you being away.

When you came back his face lit up again and you couldn’t help but chuckle. He was too cute sometimes. You spread the blanket out over your boyfriend and wrapped it around him like a very comfortable burrito. Not two minutes later he stopped shivering.

You spent the rest of the day sitting next to him on the bed and reading one of his favorite books to him until he fell asleep. You gave him a kiss on the forehead before sneaking out of the room to let him sleep it off.

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"If you steal my blanket one more time, I'm throwing you outside."

Stan x Reader

words: 253

tags: sfw, fluff, sleepy

It was midnight when you and Stan headed to bed but you didn’t fall asleep right away. Instead you hung in a state somewhere between sleep and being awake. You tossed and turned and felt so, so cold. You kept trying to wrap yourself up in the blanket like a burrito but somehow the blanket always disappeared again after a few moments.

In your half present state you tried it again, pulled the blanket towards yourself and wrapped it around your body. Just seconds later it was pulled away from you again and you made a whiny noise. Something grumbled next to you. It was Stan, but you barely registered him.

“If you steal my blanket one more time, I’m throwing you outside.” His voice was even more gruff than usual, heavy with sleep and exhaustion. To you, his voice was distant. “Cold…” You managed to get out and Stan turned to look at you with a softer expression.

“C’mere.” He said and wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you into a tight and warm embrace under his blanket. Your own was still wrapped around you but only now did the warmth that emanated from Stan start to seep into you.

You nuzzled your face into his chest and pulled him closer, trying, and failing to tangle your legs together. Eventually, you settled for one of Stan’s legs resting on top of yours that were still wrapped in your blanket.

Finally, both of you drifted off into a pleasant and calm sleep.

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✧・₊˚ 🕯️ christmas with the gravity falls characters 🎄₊˚ ・✧

𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

a/n: i know, i know, Stan and Ford are jewish, but still, i wanted to make this little gift for you all with your favourite characters

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definitely loves watching the same old black-and-white holiday movies, cackling like he’s never seen them before. you spend the day with him in the mystery shack, surrounded by all the tacky decorations he somehow managed to find for fifty cents or less, because of course he’d never spend actual money on something frivolous like a real christmas tree. nah, you get the plastic one he found at a garage sale, still missing half its branches but looking perfect in his eyes. and then he winks at you, smiling awkwardly, as if you didn’t just catch him trying to use duct tape to stick a piece of tinsel back on.

he’d totally try to sell you the idea of the “mystery shack christmas deluxe experience” where you roast hot dogs instead of chestnuts and every gift is “mystery-themed” (read: stuff he didn’t sell during summer tourist season). but then, once he realizes you're not buying into the grift, he’ll sit with you on the couch in his beat-up old slippers, placing an arm around your shoulder while you both share a bottle of wine, Stan keeps glancing at you during such quiet moments, because he’s simply not sure how he got so lucky to have you around for a holiday he didn’t even care about before you showed up in his life.

𓂃⋆.˚ his gifts come straight from the heart. something handmade, like a charm bracelet he cobbled together from trinkets he’s kept from his con days, or a mixtape full of the music that reminds him of you.

𓂃⋆.˚ he buys you your favorite snacks, no matter how obscure or hard to find. it’s his love language to see your beautiful eyes light up when you see them on the counter, all for you, his most beloved person in the whole world

𓂃⋆.˚ one christmas, he gave you a framed picture of you both, taken during one of the rare moments he wasn’t scowling at the camera. you’d been laughing, mid-snowball fight and he’d secretly printed and framed it because he thought it was the best picture of the two of you ever taken

𓂃⋆.˚ Stan loves christmas movies, especially the cheesy, feel-good ones. you’ll find him crying over the ending of It’s a Wonderful Life and insisting it’s “just allergies.”

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s a sucker for mistletoe. he’ll hang it everywhere, just so he has an excuse to kiss you. even when you’re not under it, he’ll point vaguely upwards and say, “hey, mistletoe,” before pulling you in.

𓂃⋆.˚ Stan puts antlers on the stanleymobile. he would

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Stan isn’t big on planning, but he knows you’ve been looking forward to the holiday festivities downtown. he grumbles about the cold and the crowds, but the moment you take his hand and lead him toward the string lights and decorated shops, he softens.

he insists on winning you something at one of those cheesy carnival games, even though he curses every time he misses. eventually, he manages to snag a small, wonky-looking stuffed reindeer and hands it to you with a self-satisfied smirk.

“there. merry christmas, kid,” he says, ruffling your hair in teasing, affectionate way.

you drag him to the ice rink, and though he complains the entire time, he lets you pull him onto the ice. he’s clumsy as he tries not to fall, but when you laugh and hold onto him, he relaxes. by the end of it, you’re both clinging to each other, red-faced and breathless from laughter, but so happy to share this moment together.

when the evening winds down, Stan buys you both hot cider from a street vendor and finds a spot by the giant christmas tree in the town square. he slips his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you both admire the lights.

“this ain’t so bad. . . as long as you’re here.” as he leans to kiss you.

✧𐙚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

ford’s version of christmas is surprisingly tender, a little awkward at first because, you know, the guy’s been trapped in alternate dimensions for thirty years and kinda forgot how to do this whole “holiday cheer” thing. he insists on going all out though: a real tree, real ornaments (none of Stan’s tacky nonsense), and actual thought put into the gifts he gives you.

you catch him late at night in the living room as he fiddles with an ornament in his hands. it’s something handmade, probably from one of his crazy adventures in random universes. when he notices you watching, he smiles shyly.

“this holiday. . . it reminds me of what i missed out on, but being here with you, it makes me feel like i’m reclaiming some of that.” he hesitates for a second, taking your hand in his. “thank you. . . for reminding me what home feels like.”

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s the kind of guy who surprises you with heartfelt little gestures, like writing you a short story as a gift or carving something intricate out of wood

𓂃⋆.˚ his gifts are so painfully thoughtful because he stays awake all night thinking about the perfect thing. a first edition book that reminds him of your favorite stories, complete with a personal inscription in his cursive handwriting

𓂃⋆.˚ little treasures from his multidimensional travels: pressed flowers from an alien world, rocks from another dimension that shimmer in the light, a hand-drawn star map of the night he first realized he loved you

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s too shy to hand them over directly so he’ll leave them on your desk or your pillow with a note that simply says: “for you.” his heart always pounds until you smile and kiss him in thanks

𓂃⋆.˚ he loves practicality but puts so much heart into it. one year, he crafted a custom notebook for you, complete with little sketches and a pressed flower he found on one of your walks

𓂃⋆.˚ he wraps everything with precise care. edges folded sharply, no stray tape. it’s absurdly cute watching this man hunch over his workbench, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration as he tries to make the wrapping paper perfect

***

Ford plans everything. he doesn’t let you know until the last second, of course, he just tells you to bundle up and meet him outside the cabin, a thermos of hot chocolate already waiting for you in his hands. his scarf is wrapped haphazardly around his neck and his glasses are fogging up as he waits for you.

“you’re going to love this,” he promises excitedly as he leads you toward a clearing in the woods where a telescope is already set up with its lens gleaming in the moonlight.

Ford’s breath is visible in the cold night air as he begins pointing out constellations. his voice is soft but brimming with passion as he tells you stories of orion, cassiopeia and scorpius. then he smiles and points to one bright star in particular.

“that’s sirius, the dog star,” he explains. “it’s the brightest star in the sky and it rises in winter.”

you’re so caught up in his voice that you barely notice him draping his coat over your shoulders to keep you warm. his arm brushes yours and he leans in close to adjust the telescope for you.

later, you both sit on a plaid blanket he brought along, sharing marshmallows from his pocket (a surprisingly cute habit of his). he points out meteors and tells you about the science behind them, but when you notice him stealing glances at you, you realize that he’s more interested in the stars reflected in your eyes.

🕯️✧ 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫

you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even understand the concept of Christmas at first. he just likes the idea of shiny things, chaos, and people losing their minds over last-minute shopping. this demon will conjure up decorations that shouldn’t exist in this reality, like ornaments that sing creepy songs when you touch them or garlands made out of what you hope are fake teeth.

“aw, sweetie, you mortals and your ridiculous traditions! let me guess, you want peace on earth, goodwill toward men, blah blah blah.” he laughs. but what you don’t expect is when he snaps his fingers to make snow fall inside your living room. romantic, isn’t it?

but just when you think he’s gonna ruin the whole thing, he floats close to you, winking at you with his single eye. “y’know, for a meat sack, you’ve got some pretty decent taste in holidays. let’s make this one memorable, shall we?”

and memorable it is. whether it’s him warping reality to give you the most extravagant gifts you’ve ever seen (did he just pull a diamond-encrusted reindeer out of nowhere?) or making the stars spell out your name as a “christmas present,” he’s nothing if not dramatic. it’s so chaotic and unsettling, but dating Bill, you got used to find it weirdly romantic.

𓂃⋆.˚ he doesn’t wrap his gifts. he just hands them to you saying “you’re welcome, sweetie.”

𓂃⋆.˚ snowball fights with bill are intense. he cheats., making snowballs hover in the air before pelting you with them. but he’ll let you win in the end, claiming it’s because you’re his “favorite meat sack.”

𓂃⋆.˚ bill tries to summon krampus just to spice things up. it does NOT go well.

𓂃⋆.˚ bill LOVES christmas carols, but he never sings them right. he changes the lyrics to absurd or downright creepy things just to make you laugh. “oh, the weather outside is frightful, and so are the screams of mortals!”

𓂃⋆.˚ bill would absolutely gift you something ridiculous, borderline threatening. you open it and it’s. . . what? a cursed snowglobe? a contract you accidentally signed by touching the ribbon? he’s laughing, until you roll your eyes and toss the whole thing in the fireplace. poor guy is shocked

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s got a twisted sense of humor, so his gifts are always a bit offbeat too, for example, a bottle of some mystical liquid, or even just an empty box with a cryptic note inside (pls don’t read it out loud!!)

𓂃⋆.˚ but then he’ll surprise you with something. . . oddly sentimental, like a necklace engraved with your initials in gold

***

Bill shows up uninvited on christmas eve because he loves bothering his little human. no warning, no knock on the door, just bam and your the fireplace goes cold and there he is: spinning lazily above your living room, his one big eye watching bc you. “surprise, sweetie! It’s me, your beloved demon!“ is he. . . wearing a tiny santa hat perched on his corner??

“HO HO HO! MERRY APOCALYPSE!” he shouts, throwing candy canes that explode on impact. your couch is gone, replaced by a pile of something vaguely moving. you don’t ask

he’s already decorated your living room. except “decorated” is generous, it’s like if christmas threw up on a nightmare. ornaments float mid-air, blinking like eyes; tinsel coils around the walls like it’s alive; the tree is definitely moving, it waves at you.

“you didn’t think I’d miss the holiday season, did you?!” he laughs loudly, his tone got a weird excitement in it, like he genuinely loves this. “ahh, Christmas, a time for giving, receiving and unraveling the fragile sanity of your pitiful mortal mind! i brought presents!”

he snaps his fingers and it’s not a good sign, because every time he does it, you prepare for something creepy and weird. suddenly there’s a pile of gifts under the writhing tree. you’re hesitant, obviously, because one of the boxes is hissing and another is. . . uh, glowing? but Bill’s so excited, floating in circles and chanting “open ‘em! open ‘em!” you cave.

you hesitate. “. . . what’s the catch?”

his single eye narrows, offended. “oh, come on, baby. dont you trust me?”

you don’t, obviously, but curiosity is a terrible drug. so you reach out.

the first box is full of. . . how cute, teeth. just teeth. human? animal? who knows. Bill cackles. “thought you could use some spare parts!” the second box explodes into confetti that screams too damn loud your head hurts. and the third. . . oh, the third box contains a perfectly normal sweater. you blink at it, suspicious.

“what? cant a guy be sentimental?” Bill grumbles, narrowing his eye. then he lunges forward, the sweater levitating out of the box and straight onto you. “aww, look at you! you’re adorable! now let’s go and sing carols and by carols I mean we’re summoning an eldritch horror to devour the moon!“

merry christmas, you guess?

🎄๋࣭⭑ 𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐜𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭

Christmas with Fiddleford is the epitome of cozy. he’s humming holiday tunes while tinkering with some gadget that probably doesn’t belong anywhere near the christmas tree and the smell of something sweet and homemade fills the air. . . probably pie, because you know that man can bake.

a goofy smile is plastered on his face the whole day, his laughter fills the house every time you catch him singing off-key or accidentally setting something on fire in the kitchen, but don’t worry, he’s got a fire extinguisher handy.

“now don’t you worry, darlin’, christmas ain’t ‘bout fancy gifts or big ol’ decorations. it’s about spendin it with the folks ya love!”

he insists on sitting by the fire with you later with his banjo on his knee as he strums something soft and slow. he swears it’s not a carol! but god, the way this man looks at you while playing. . . you swear your heart melts a little right there. “merry christmas, sugar.” you smile and lean your head on his shoulder

𓂃⋆.˚ Fiddleford also loves making little gadgets as gifts. one year, he made you a wind-up snow globe that plays a soft lullaby and snows glitter. he was so proud of it

𓂃⋆.˚ he loves making you laugh so his gift might be something silly, like a tiny, dancing robot chicken. but it always comes with a heartfelt, “just somethin to remind ya how special you are to me.”

𓂃⋆.˚ oh, he knits. scarves, mittens, sweaters, you name it, he’s made it. he even knits little ornaments to hang on the tree. your first christmas together, he made you a scarf in your favorite colors and was so shy about giving it to you

𓂃⋆.˚ he always makes a little handmade card to go with his gifts, with a sweet note inside telling you how much you mean to him.

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s a baker during christmas. the smell of cookies fills the house and he always sneaks you a bite of dough, claiming it’s for “quality control.”

𓂃⋆.˚ when it’s snowing, he’ll insist on taking you outside to build snowmen!!

𓂃⋆.˚ gets really embarrassed but also so happy when you compliment his work. he blushes furiously and tries to brush it off, but deep down, he loves that someone appreciates him

***

Fiddleford’s kitchen is a mess of flour, sugar and cinnamon. he insists on baking cookies from scratch, even though he’s clearly winging it.

“don’t worry, darling, a lil bit of mess just means it’s gonna taste better,” he assures you, his whole face is dusted with flour.

he hums christmas carols as he works. when you try to help, he wraps his arms around you from behind and guides your hands as you roll out the dough. and damn, his touch is so comforting and warm, better than any fireplace.

“now that’s the spirit, love,” he says, nuzzling your neck.

the cookies come out slightly misshapen but so delicious and cute, Fiddleford insists on decorating them together. he smears frosting on your nose at one point, laughing when you retaliate by smearing some on his cheek.

later, as the cookies cool, he pulls you onto the couch with a cozy quilt and mugs of spiced cider. he kisses your temple and murmurs, “best christmas i ever had,” as the fire crackles softly in the background.

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"You're shivering. Let me hold you tighter."

Ford x Reader

words: 370

tags: sfw, fluff, watching star trek

It was Wednesday evening and you had managed to get Ford to agree to a movie night. Not that he didn’t love movie nights, he was just always too busy to allow himself to have them. That’s why he had you.

Stan had kindly agreed to give you two some space for the evening so Ford sat on the old recliner and you were cuddled up to him on his lap. You were watching the fourth Star Trek movie, the best one, you had declared which in turn had made Ford chuckle. It was the one with the whales, what’s not to love about that?

This movie also held some of your favorite scenes in Star Trek generally. I mean, the scene alone where Dr. Mccoy gives that lady a pill to regrow her kidney, complaining that they’ve landed in the dark ages? It always made you laugh. Ford was so happy to finally have someone with him who shared his love for the franchise.

As the movie was wrapping up you were starting to feel pretty tired. It had been a long day. Shoveling snow, manning the register in the gift shop and making dinner for everyone... you needed some rest.

However, with being tired you always got another sensation: feeling cold, even more so now that it was actually cold out. You were so used to this happening that you barely noticed your muscles starting to tense.

Some soft trembles shook your body and with you sitting on his lap, Ford noticed this pretty quickly.

“You’re shivering. Let me hold you tighter.” He said softly as he moved his hands, which had been loosely resting on your thigh and stomach, to both be wrapped around your stomach a little tighter, pressing your back further against his chest.

He gently rested his head on your shoulder, completing the feeling of being fully enveloped in the man. A hum sounded from deep within you as you leaned into his touch.

You placed your arms on top of Ford’s and soon enough, with the warmth radiating off of him and into you, you stopped shivering and fully dozed off before the crew had managed to beam the whales onto the ship.