#Christmas Horror Story

[hannahwatcheshorror]

A CHRISTMAS HORROR STORY (2015)

I want to give this movie more stars but the logic of what is real and what isn't is too ridiculous. Basically 5 stories that don't even really interlock that tackle different sorts of paranormal or cryptid creatures but they add a “twist” that just discredits one whole story. The acting was pretty good and each segment could be its own short so I didn't have to watch the others but yeah. 

⭐⭐⭐

Changelings, ghosts/demons, and Krampus all exist, but NOT SANTA. Krampus is real, but not Santa. That had to be a fucking mental dude. No Santa. Fuck that. That is ridiculous.

[viggiq]

i worked briefly at a Christmas store in edinburgh

i was only allowed to play the one (and only) christmas album we sold in store

which was christmas carols on the bagpipe

and was less than 50mins long

i sometimes worked 12 hour shifts

now i love me some bagpipes

but i do NOT love

"Jingle Bell Reggae" on the bagpipes

[countesschocula]

[temporarywelcome]

12 Fics of Christmas Day 4 - Kai Anderson

"Safe"

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Winter had one request from Kai, which was to keep their cheerful neighbor, reader, safe and out of all the cult business. Kai agrees, though he can't stand reader and her holiday cheer.

WARNINGS: language, brief violence

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Of course, he was a grinch.

Is it really that much of a shocker to realize Kai Anderson absolutely hated holidays? Especially Christmas. 

No, don’t be shocked. 

Kai Anderson hated Christmas with a burning passion, but there was one thing he hated more than Christmas. Well, one person. 

Y/N L/N. 

She was his neighbor across the street, and unlike him, she loved Christmas. Every year, she and her parents took the time to make their home into a little winter wonderland, something Kai was convinced had to be a fire hazard. An epileptic seizure waiting to happen. He had hoped when her parents struck gold (a lottery ticket win) and moved out, she would leave too, but of course, those assholes had to leave the house to her. 

He fucking hated her. 

Kai hated her, but his sister, Winter, for some reason, loved Y/N, thinking she was oh so cool and oh so sweet for whatever dumb reason. Winter liked her so much that one day she asked Kai a big question. 

“Hey, Kai?”

“Yeah?” he replied gruffly, glaring out the window. He held a steaming mug of coffee in hand, watching as Y/N began putting up Christmas lights. 

“I have a request,”

“And that is?” he scoffed, bringing the mug to his lips and blowing before taking a small sip of the bitter substance. 

Winter idly stepped next to him, “I believe, since you’re my big brother, you should grant immunity to a person of my choosing,” she began slowly, glancing at him to see his reaction. 

“What?” he laughed, though there was no humor. No smile, “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Like, keep them safe. From all of this,” she gestured around the home, in reference to the bustling cult members walking around. 

He shrugged in response, “Fine. Whatever. What harm can one person do? Who’ll it be?” 

And so Winter pointed out the window, and Kai grimaced. Y/N. Winter was pointing at Y/N. “Seeing her happy makes me happy. She’s contagious. Keep her alive. Please?” 

God fucking dammit. 

___

Winter had gone off on her own business, Kai doing the same, however, a few hours later, he found himself looking out the window, eyes widening when he noticed Y/N, who he observed to be incredibly clumsy, on the roof of her house. 

Shit!

He came scuttering down the street, stopping when he was in her yard, “Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!”

She looked down at him with that million dollar smile she always had,”Oh! Hey, Kai! I’m just decorating for the holiday season!”

“It’s not even December!” he groaned, “Get the fuck down before you fall!” 

“I’m fine,” she replied, waving him off, “Don’t you worry about me! You can go right back to what you were- eek!” she lost her footing, Kai immediately holding his arms out in efforts to catch her.

“Shit shit shit I told you-!” he sighed in relief as she found her balance, “Get the fuck down!”

“I’m fine,” she repeated, “Besides, someone’s gotta put up these inflatables!” 

“Don’t make me climb that ladder and bring you down here myself,” he threatened. 

She pouted, “The decorations need to go up!”

“Get your ass down here. I’ll fucking do it,” he found himself saying. 

And so he found himself securing an inflatable sleigh with inflatable reindeer and inflatable elves and an inflatable Santa, cursing to himself the whole time.

Why the fuck was he doing this? For Winter of course!

Why the fuck was he putting up fucking Christmas decorations? For Winter of course!

Why the hell didn’t he leave once he made sure Y/N was safe? For Winter of course!

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The next incident was a week later. 

A lengthy meeting had just ended in the basement, Kai scowling like usual when the doorbell rang. He was going to have one of his disciples answer, but something, he wasn’t sure what told him to. 

So he opened the door, scowl deepening when he noticed who it was. Y/N.

“Hey, Kai!” she exclaimed, wearing that same stupid bright smile, “I’m sorry to intrude in your home, but I was really wondering if I could use your oven? Something is wrong with mine and there’s no one available to look at it till tomorrow, but I have an event tomorrow I need to bake cookies for-” she babbled, stopping when he raised a hand to silence her. 

“No,” there was no fucking way he was going to let Little Miss Sunshine over here into his house with all of his disciples around. It then occurred to him she might try to use her own oven anyway and cause an accident that could harm her, or ask a different neighbor to use their oven and they turn out to be terrible people, doing something terrible to her.

Yes, he would have to do something about this. For Winter, of course. 

“I’ll look at your oven,” he said simply. 

“Really?” her eyes lit up, “Thank you, Kai! That would be great!”

And so he found himself grabbing his (his dad’s) toolbox, marching into her home and fixing her oven (with the help of a YouTube tutorial, he didn’t know what he was doing). He had planned to leave after that, but once he saw her trying to cut a stick of butter and almost knicking her finger, he then found himself taking the knife from her and cutting the appropriate amount for her. 

And then he found himself sitting at the island, watching her work the recipe as they talked. He was just making sure she was safe. For Winter. Yes. That’s what it was. 

That was all it was.

___

Two weeks after that incident, around the middle of December, he was walking down a street, gloved hands shoved into his pockets, when he heard arguing. 

In curiosity, he made his way over, eyes narrowing when he noticed these two shrimpy looking guys all up in a girl’s business, tugging at her coat. Not just any girl, Y/N. Those fucking assholes. 

“Can you please leave me alone?” she asked quietly, letting out a squeak as one gripped her waist roughly. 

What the shit?

He didn’t even realize his feet were moving until he was grabbing at the guy and shoving him down, hands fisting the other’s shirt. He saw red. He didn’t know why he was so pissed, but he was pissed, punching the shit out of those two losers till he felt the soft touch of a hand on his shoulder. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Y/N, sniffling, looking as vulnerable as ever. 

And he found himself putting his hands on her shoulders, looking deep into her eyes, “Are you okay?” 

She softly nodded, looking away, “Y-Yeah, just a bit shaken up, I guess? Thank you for helping me,”

“Of course, of course,” What the fuck was he doing? He was only this nice to people when he wanted something, that was it. “I’ll walk you home, c’mon,” 

And so he found himself walking down to their block, arm protectively around her shoulder and keeping her close. And when she nervously asked if he could stay with her for a bit, he found himself agreeing right away. 

What the fuck was he doing now? Why the fuck was he sitting on the couch scrolling through the channels on the TV while she made hot cocoa? Why the fuck was he accepting it with a little half-smile, allowing her to pick the movie? Why the fuck was he watchimg some stupid Christmas movie? 

Because he needed to make sure she was safe. Because Winter said so. Yes, of course. Of course that’s all it was. 

That was all it was. 

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When Christmas Eve rolled around, Kai was lounging by himself in the living room, Winter doing who knows what in her bedroom. 

He scrolled through the channels tiredly, trying to find a good fucking movie that wasn’t fucking Christmas movie, and of course, the doorbell had to ring.

Why wasn’t he surprised when he opened the door, finding Y/N L/N staring up at him with those gorgeous fucking eyes? 

“What is it?” he asked, already tapping his foot impatiently. 

“Hey, Kai!” she began, as cheerful as usual, “I’m hosting a Christmas dinner, and I noticed you and Winter are alone?” 

He chuckled quietly. This happened every single year. And every single year he slammed the door in her face and went back to the TV.

But this time, his thoughts began to whirl. 

Who was even at her house right now? What if there were some bad people in there willing to hurt her? Or what if something got caught on fire? 

He had to be there, to make sure Y/N was safe. For Winter, of course. 

And so he found himself getting his sister, allowing Y/N to lead them to her home. And he found himself seated next to her during the dinner. Fuck, he even laughed at one point. What the fuck was wrong wrong with him?

And then he found himself reaching under the table, taking her hand from her lap and lacing their fingers.

For Winter, of course.

Fucking bullshit.

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The next morning, the doorbell fucking rang again, and Kai let out a growl, stomping down the stairs and to the door. Swinging it open, already expecting some group of religious people trying to convert him to whatever, he was ready to snap.

Until he saw who it was. Y/N L/N. Fuck.

“Merry Christmas!” she chirped, holding out two carefully wrapped presents. One for him and one for Winter. 

This isn’t the first time this happened. She has gotten him and Winter Christmas presents before, and he of course got pissed and shooed her off. 

But not this time. 

Instead, he took the presents from her hands, lips curling ever so slightly into the ghost of a smile, “Thank you,” he felt like shit. Like every year, he didn’t get her a present. He never did. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N!” Winter exclaimed from behind, clamping a hand on Kai’s shoulder, “We got presents for you too. Why don’t you get them, Kai?” she said, batting her eyelashes at her brother in a very obvious way. 

Presents?

Hesitantly, Kai placed down the gifts Y/N had got them, making his way to where Winter was pointing at. Right on the counter, two wrapped gifts. Both addressed to Y/N, however, one was neatly wrapped with Winter’s name on it. The other was rather messy, stating it was from him. He smirked softly, Winter really made sure it looked like he had gotten the present for Y/N, getting his handwriting down and everything. 

And so he found himself handing Y/N the gifts, watching the way her eyes lit up. She looked so fucking cute.

So maybe he didn’t just keep her safe for Winter’s sake.

_____

Tags: @envy-of-greed @bohnerrific69 @loveofcherry

[evanpetersbf]

Santa baby, slip a Zabel under the tree, for me.. 🎀🎄

[fanofspooky]

Scream King - William Shatner

+ Bonus

[wcnderlnds]

under the mistletoe | kit walker

CHRISTMAS ADVENT - DAY ONE

・❥・summary: kit tries to make christmas at briarcliffe a little more bearable.・❥・warnings: none!・❥・word count: 1k・❥・authors note: first christmas fic! i dont have specific days im gonna post these but hopefully at the very least every other day. you can be added to my taglist by filling this out!

Christmas at Briarcliffe was miserable to say the least. There was no festive spirit in the air, no decorations around the asylum minus a tree in the main foyer that the inmates barely got to see and a few string lights that had most of their bulbs broken. It was like they were trying to make everyone as miserable as possible. At this point it felt like happiness wasn’t even a real emotion anymore. The staff always made sure of that. A smile on someone’s face? No, they couldn’t have that. You had a theory that everyone who got hired was handed a rulebook with the number one rule to be to make sure everyone was as unhappy as they could possibly be. They were good at it, too. 

The only sliver of light in this dark prison went by the name of Kit Walker. That very first day he had sat down next to you in the common room the two of you had clicked instantly. As soon as you’d seen those dark brown eyes, you knew there wasn’t a malicious bone in the man’s body. How anyone could believe he was the infamous Bloody Face remained a mystery to you. He was sweet, kind and he always protected you. In a place like Briarcliffe you needed someone watching out for you. He had your back and you had his. An unstoppable duo.

It wasn’t just friendship, though. The lingering touches, the stolen hugs meant there was so much more between you. Unfortunately, you couldn’t act on it. The staff were always watching. It was a risk even hugging — you had been caught one time, Kit had taken the blame and received punishment. That was just the type of person he was. Always making sure no harm came to you. Words had never been spoken of what lingered between you but they didn’t need to be. His eyes told you everything you needed to know. 

“I don’t want to watch this stupid movie,” you grumbled, shifting in the hard wooden chair. It was movie night. Sister Jude had chosen the same movie - the only movie - she ever allowed anyone to watch. It was getting to the point where you could probably do a one man show of it.

”Me either,” Kit mumbled, leaning in close to whisper his next words in your ear. “Try to sneak out in about ten minutes. Got a surprise for you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the anticipation of what was to come coursing through your veins. What did he have planned? What could he even surprise you with in this place? Whatever it was, you knew you’d love it. If Kit had taken the time and the risk to do something for you then you knew it was special. As you sat there, your foot tapping on the ground impatiently, Kit got up from his seat. You watched from the corner of your eye as he spoke to the guard and was soon let out of the room. This must be the signal.

To make it less suspicious you waited a good few minutes before getting up yourself. Your hand wrapped around your stomach as you spoke to the guard that was on duty. All you had to say was you had cramps and no questions were asked; you were allowed to head to the bathroom. Now, where had Kit gone?

Walking the usual, familiar way to the bathroom, you almost shrieked when a hand grasped around your wrist and pulled you into an empty room. Kit’s hand covered your mouth just in case. Getting caught would ruin his whole surprise. “Hey, shush, suga’, it’s just me.”

The sound of his voice calmed you immediately. “Idiot, I thought someone was trying to kill me.”

Kit only grinned. The hand that was around your wrist slid down to your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours. No matter how many times he touched you, the electricity you felt at his skin on yours was still a surprise. Never in your life had you felt something like this for anyone. Is this what love was? Was it even possible to fall in love in this place? But, as Kit looked at you, you knew it was. You had fallen hard and fast for the beautiful man holding your hand. “Close your eyes.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, no questions asked. Trusting Kit was the easiest thing you could do. You heard the sound of rustling then felt Kit move a step closer. His next words were spoken quietly. “Open ‘em.”

As your eyes opened and acclimated to your surroundings again, your gaze flittered up to see Kit holding his arm above you, mistletoe hanging between you in his fingers. A small gasp passed your lips as you saw the fond smile on his face. “Kit… how did you….?”

”Saw some of the old boxes of decorations around when they were putting the tree out so did a little digging when nobody was looking and grabbed this. It’s not much but I remember you telling me how much you love Christmas and how unhappy you were about not feeling in the festive spirit. I had to do somethin.” His words hit you straight in the heart. It felt as if you could burst and at his next words, you were certain you were about to. “Besides, doll, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a real long time. So, what’d you say? I’ve heard that it’s bad luck to not kiss under the mistletoe.”

”Well then, I don’t think either of us need any more bad luck,” you stepped up on your tiptoes, your lips inching forward. Kit closed the distance, his soft lips meeting yours. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. The mistletoe dropped to the floor as his over arm engulfed your back. Your arms rested around his neck, lips moving together in perfect sync. It felt like magic. Like this was all you needed to get your Christmas spirit back. Very, very reluctantly Kit pulled away. He admired your swollen lips and the reddening of your cheeks as his eyes found yours once again. “Merry Christmas, suga’. When we get out of here, I’ll give you the proper Christmas you deserve.”

taglist: @strawb3rrystar @marchsfreakshow @honeymoon8 @decaf-mother @ldydeath @mistysconcilium @xrag-dollx @bohnerrific69 @jazzy-reads @lacucarachapisser

[casimirsstache]

If this isn't what Christmas morning is gonna look like... I'm gonna have a very big problem with people.

[k-wame]

Kit Harington as Abercrombie Smith & Freddie Fox as Edward Bellingham LOT NO. 249 (TV Movie 2023) dir. Mark Gatiss

[ahsgirlblogger]

i got these dvds <3

[g0away-tate]

merry whatever

[vizjpmdose]

POV: baking or just messing around with Tate Langdon during a cold December night.

"Happy Christmas," I wrapped it up and sent it With a note saying, "I love you, I meant it"

[stayevildarling]

hello x could u write a Cordelia, Wilhemina, Billie and reader fic where they celebrate Christmas together 🥹 I don't think anyone's written it before and it would be so cute to see!!😍

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- So this is Christmas

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone 🎄

tw/tags: established relationship, pure fluff, very slight nfsw mention at the end (no smut)

word count: 2k

taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker , @billiebeanhoward , @lanawinters-ily , @kenzbro , @minaslittleone , @httpfiftyshadesofgay @whitelotus00 , @ninaahelvar , @paulsonsratched , @vintagepaulson , @isle-of-earle , @grilledcheeseandguavajelly , @lucyintheskywithxanax , @fanfics4world , @mymiraclewitch , @hazard-to-myself , @awritersometimes , @wastdstime , @p1pecleanerwitheyes , @queen2234 , @ihartnat , @lifebyinez , @ahsatanizgay , @blu3dimples , @stepintomyworld

The academy had been silent in a way that it hadn‘t been in years. There was no giggling, no screaming witches as they raced through the hallway, moments later told off by the supreme for doing so. This was the first time all the witches went back to their families for the holidays, the supreme having worked closely with the parents of her witches and playing a big part in restoring some of their relationships, a matter that had been close to her heart for years.

As you stand in the livingroom, you watch as Cordelia sits cross legged on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, carefully arranging garlands. The flames cast a glow across her features and for a second your heart swells at how truly beautiful the supreme really was, perfect skin, hair looking as thick and full as ever and those eyes you had been getting lost in for years. Billie sits on the couch behind her, leaning against the armrest with one leg curled beneath her as she shuffles through a playlist, trying to find the perfect christmas song to set the mood.

Wilhemina was still in the kitchen, opting to prepare some hot chocolates instead of the usual tea she would make for you four. The scent of the cookies Cordelia had baked with you before linger in the air, making the moment even sweeter. „Are you just going to stand there sweetie? or are you going to help me hang this?“ Cordelia smirks, her voice pulling you back to the present. She holds up a strand of fairy lights for the tree, her eyebrow raised a little, almost as if she enjoyed watching you so spaced out for a moment. You take a step forward, brushing a kiss against her temple as you reach for the other end of the string.

„Sorry Delia, got lost in the moment“ you mumble before Billie chuckles lowly. „And what a moment it is“ she begins, not looking up from her phone as she shuffles through more songs. „The great Cordelia Goode, supreme of all witches, untangling Christmas lights like a mortal“. You try your best to bite down the laughter that is threatening to escape you as Wilhemina walks in chuckling. „Careful Billie“ Mina speaks as she balances a tray of hot chocolates „She might enchant you into doing it next“.

The blonde rolls her eyes, her smile softening as she glances at you, looking so content and happy. The two of you work together to fix the lights, wrapping them around the tree with ease and by the time you plug them in, the lights cast an etherl glow over the room, making you gasp a little. Billie sets her phone down as you and Cordelia join them on the sofa, finally having found a song she can agree with. And as the song plays softly in the background, Cordelia begins passing the hot chocolate, smirking at the way Mina had decorated them, enough cream and marshmallows to last the night. Mina was never usually one for holidays but the supreme knew how much she secretly loved Christmas.

The four of you tangle up in each other as snow begins falling outside, Billie‘s arms wrapped over your shoulder, her fingers tracing circles against your sleeve. Mina sits beside you, leaning into you as she sips on her hot chocolate, Cordelia watching the scene with a teary smile, grateful for the quiet of this christmas and spending it in each other‘s arms. „Do you think they are all having a nice Christmas as we are?“ you speak, thinking about the other witches before Cordelia glances at you „I hope so“ she nods before she smiles „But honestly, I wouldn‘t trade this for anything“.

The evening ended with a lovely christmas dinner that Cordelia and you had prepared earlier on, giggling and smiling as the four of you talked about nothing at all and everything at once, drinking some wine while listening to christmas songs and ending the night in the arms of each other. That night the four of you fell asleep with smiles on each other‘s faces, neither of you wanting to spend the holidays another way ever again. And by the time the next morning came around, you were the first one to race downstairs, carefully placing the presents you had gotten for your girlfriends under the tree and gasping a little as you see most of the presents already under the tree.

Your girlfriends join moments later, Wilhemina and Cordelia already awake and seeing you jolt downstairs, having to drag Billie out of bed but upon mentioning presents, she agreed. „Someone‘s excited“ Mina chuckles as she sees you standing by the three, Billie heading straight for her morning cigarette as Cordelia prepares some coffee, placing a tray of cookies she had baked the day before on the small table in the room. With a flick of her wrist she turns on the lights and lights the fireplace, making the room both comfortable and warm. As you walk to one of the large windows you see snow covering the gardens and you can‘t help but wiggle in excitement, wanting nothing more than to head out there and build a snowman.

„Alright, we ready to open presents?“ Billie chuckles as she walks inside, hair still a little messy from sleep. You nod, trying to act like you aren‘t that excited as you sit on the floor. „Who‘s first?“ Wilhemina asks and the medium is the first to get up before handing each of you a present wrapped in pink wrapping paper and rose gold ribbons. „This looks expensive Billie“ Cordelia tuts as you three begin opening. The medium pulls off her robe, exposing some christmas pj‘s before you three open the same pair and you can‘t help but pout, having wanted to keep this tradition up with them but unsure they would agree. „Of course it‘s Prada“ Wilhemina rolls her eyes with a smirk tugged on her lips. You don‘t waste any time, stripping off before putting them on, matching Billie.

Cordelia and Wilhemina exchange knowing glances before Billie walks over pressing a kiss to your temple as she sits beside you. The supreme uses the opportunity to quickly take a photo of the two of you, matching pyjamas and snuggling in front of the fireplace. The four of you had agreed on one gift only this year, not wanting to go all out there but with Billie‘s choice it already feels like she was going to win this one. Cordelia is the one to get up next, handing each of you a gift before you begin unwrapping. Billie gasps as she opens a small leather journal, her smile widening as she reads the little note, knowing how much the medium loves to scribble down her thoughts throughout the day and when filming her show. „Thank you“ she smiles warmly before wrapping her arms around the supreme.

Wilhemina‘s smile widens as she sees the vinyl of one of her favorite artists for the vinyl player she had in her office, her eyebrows furrowing when she sees the edition she had been after for ages, not understanding how the supreme would have gotten her hands on it. The redheads eyes meet the blonde, their eyes communicating in silence as Wilhemina mouths a quiet thank you and Cordelia nods with a warm smile. By the time you open yours, you open the little box, exposing a beautiful bracelet with several charms. Your eyes begin sparkling as you realize what the little charms represent. A star for when the two of you went stargazing before, a little book representing you and Mina always hiding away in the library and many more reminding you of the memories you had made over the years.

As soon as the tears fall, the supreme is quick to get up, sitting beside you as she pulls you in for a hug. „You like it sweetie?“ she asks and you nod as she wipes your tears. „Thank you Delia“ you smile before the four of you sit there for a moment, enjoing the joy and intimacy of the moment. The four of you decide to take a break as you admire your new gifts, Cordelia and Wilhemina having by now changed into their pyjamas and you had successfully convinced them to take some photos together. You sip on some more hot chocolate while Billie stuffs her mouth in cookies before you carry on. Mina‘s presents are equally filled with grace and meaning as Billie unwraps a scarf in baby pink colours from her favorite designer brand, Cordelia unwrapping a beautiful ornament for the tree representing the academy and you open the most beautiful pendant, exposing a photo of the four of you inside as she helps you put it on.

At last it is your turn and you almost buzz in excitement as you pass them their gifts, Billie‘s carefully wrapped in baby pink wrapping paper, Cordelia‘s in a beautiful shape of yellow and Wilhemina‘s in a soft lilac. „Um so why is mine so tiny?“ Billie complains as she sees the rather large boxes that both the supreme and redhead have. „Quit whining Howard“ Wilhemina chuckles which causes Billie to roll her eyes but silence fills the room as she opens a pair of her favorite earrings, ones she had ever since she was in her early twenties, vintage at this point and unfortunately losing them while filming this year. She gasps before she walks over to you „How the hell did you find them?“ she asks and you simply shrug, not wanting her to know how much effort you went through to get them for her again „Thank you so much babydoll“ she shrieks before squeezing you in her arms so tight that the ability to breathe leaves you a minute.

„What is this sweetie?“ Cordelia asks as she unwraps a rather large portray. Billie smiles in your arms, awaiting the blonde‘s reaction, the medium having helped you with this one. The supreme‘s eyes fill with tears as she sees the portray of herself and all her witches, glancing at the walls that had been filled with old supreme‘s including her mother. She doesn‘t have words, the gesture too meaningful as she hangs it up with ease, patting her lap as she sits down again and admires the view of the painting above the fireplace, her steady arms around you and the sparkle in her eyes enough of a thank you. At last there is Wilhemina, who is opening the large box in confusion before she pulls out a cane, beautifully carved and the handle a small bird and she bites down on her lip, being able to see in your eyes that you knew her cane had been giving her problems lately. Cordelia knew, unsure at first how the redhead may react.

And it was true, the woman didn‘t know how to react at first, staring blanky at the cane before some tears well in her eyes how thoughtful you all always are when it comes to her condition and how you had never made her feel like a burden once. When her hand finds yours, her eyes are teary and your other two girlfriends watch the exchange with a bittersweet smile. „Thank you little one“ she cries and you are quick to wipe her tears and she leans into you. The four of you stay in each other‘s embraces for a while, thanking each other quietly for the gifts you had exhanged.

Eventually, the medium steals away for a cigarette and by the time she returns you chuckle, seeing how her coat and hair is filled with little snowflakes. „Can we please build a snowman?“ you ask Cordelia as she chuckles before Billie clears her throat. „Well we can do that of course but..“ she begins, a faint smirk tugging on her lips. „There is of course this last surprise“ she begins and your eyes travel to her hand as she pulls down her top a little, exposing a red sparkly lingerie set. „Its totally up to you three“ she smirks and you stare at your other two girlfriends, Wilhemina chuckling lowly as you are already on your way, your other two girlfriends following you both towards the bedroom.

And it is safe to say, neither of you wanted to spend another christmas without each other or a coven full of witches ever again.

[batterycityghoul]

12 Days of Horrormas: Day 8 - AHS: Unholy Night

[temporarywelcome]

12 Fics of Christmas Day 5 - Kyle Spencer

"Arts and Crafts"

Words: 1k

Summary: Kyle loves making Christmas gifts, going a little overboard with making presents for reader. She begins to feel neglected, unaware of what he is doing.

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Everyone knew this guy was whipped. 

Kyle Spencer, the frat leader who was actually the world’s biggest sweetheart, was sat in the back of Tulane’s library with scissors and construction paper, carefully looking at a YouTube tutorial as he attempted to make his lovely girlfriend another unique Christmas card. The fourth he has made. 

It’s not like he had messed up on the others. He just planned on giving her four Christmas cards, or maybe even more, depending on how much time he can find for himself till Christmas Day. 

He loved giving gifts, and he especially loved giving them to his girlfriend, so he didn’t mind being hunched over a table with his brows furrowed, concentrated on the video while his homework stayed stuffed in the bottom of his bookbag for him to deal with later. Expertly cutting a straight line, Kyle paused when he saw a notification pop up on his phone. A call. From Y/N!

Setting down the scissors and paper, Kyle answered, “Hey, baby! What’s up?” he noticed another student glaring at him for being loud, causing him to flush. ‘Sorry’, he mouthed. 

“Just finished up with a class,” she chirped in response.

“Ah, anatomy, right?” he asked, now whispering. He had her schedule memorized at this point. 

“Yep! I was wondering if we could go to the cafe together?” 

Kyle pursed his lips, looking down at the project in front of him. He already had the glue gun ready and running, a mess of little knick knacks around him. “Um, how about another day?” he asked, biting his bottom lip. 

Y/N took a moment to respond, “Oh… Yeah, that’s fine! I’ll talk to you later?”

“I’ll talk to you later, baby! I’ll call you, promise,” he assured her, “I love yooooou,”

“Love you too, babe,” she laughed quietly before hanging up. 

Putting the YouTube tutorial back on, Kyle set down his phone and went back to work, determined to make the perfect card for his girlfriend. 

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With a deep sigh, Y/N slipped her phone back into her bag, a slightly annoyed expression forming on her face. She and Kyle haven’t had a proper date in two weeks, and she was starting to get worried.  Was she doing something wrong? Or maybe he was just busy studying for finals that were coming up for the semester?

Or…

Was it possible Kyle found someone new?

No, of course not. He was a sweetheart, and everyone could agree. If he had lost feelings for her, he would tell her. As nervously and gently as possible, but he would tell her. He wouldn’t leave her hanging. 

So what the fuck was going on?

Maybe he was beginning to realize he didn’t want her anymore? He was trying to figure out how to tell her?

She didn’t know what it was, but she was beginning to feel a bit insecure. Okay, very insecure. But she won’t ever admit it. Never. The only thing that kept her a little at ease was that Kyle was missing frat parties too, so whatever he was busy with must actually be important. 

Unless he was making sure his new bitch was a secret.

Really, Y/N? Are you hearing yourself? This is Kyle Spencer! He could do no wrong. You bagged the sweetest guy on the planet. 

She was still worried.

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Another week had passed, and Kyle was seated on his bed, humming to himself as he carefully built a Lego set of flowers, another thing to add to the growing collection of Christmas presents he had ready for Y/N. The set came with a pot and everything, the flowers in her favorite colors. It was perfect. 

A knock sounded on his door and he looked up, “Yeah, Mom?”

His mother slowly opened the door, “Y/N is here to see you,” she told him, glancing at the Legos he was diligently working on. 

He bit his bottom lip, looking at the little pieces he had thrown around, “Um, tell her I’m not feeling well, please,”

“She’s right behind me,” her mom deadpanned, and he awkwardly looked away, clearing his throat as his mother stepped aside to reveal a pissed off Y/N. 

“Shit,” Kyle mumbled to himself. Noticing Y/N storm off, he scrambled to his feet, slipping past his mother and down the stairs, “Y/N Baby, wait! Come on!”

“Fuck off,” she grumbled over her shoulder, marching straight out to the door. 

He sighed, following her down the porch and grabbing her wrist, “Can you at least listen to me?”

“You wanted your mom to lie to me and tell me you’re sick while you’re fucking around with fucking Legos?” she snapped, whirling towards his direction, “We haven’t had a proper date in three weeks, Kyle! Three fucking weeks! What the hell have you been doing this whole time?! Are literal Legos more important than your girlfriend?” 

“No no no,” he placed his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes, “Those Legos are for you, babe,”

“...what?”

Kyle chuckled softly, resting his forehead on hers, “This is our first Christmas together so you don’t really know how I am with that but… I go a bit crazy. I’ve been making you presents all month,” 

She paused, eyes darting around as she processed his words. He was making her presents. All month. That sounds like a whole ass load of presents. “All month?” she repeated.

“Yes, babe. You thought I was ignoring you for shits and giggles?” he laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Nah, you just kept calling me at the worst times,”

“Oh…” Y/N trailed off, “I feel stupid,”

He shook his head, “No, you had every right to be suspicious. I should have made more time for you so it wasn’t so obvious something was up. I’m sorry. How about I take you out right now, babe?” 

A small smile formed on her face and she nodded, giggling as he placed a soft kiss to her nose, “Okay,”

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