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lee-pace-yourself · 2 years

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Does anyone else think this is a bit creepy with Tumblr's upside down T? Wtf is that all about going all exorcist. I better not see pea soup spitting out of it later. Sorry Tumblr but I don't tumble that way. Fix your upside down cross.

Well at least I had fun with the hashtags. haha.

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ed-wwarren · 9 months

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“Good morning everyone,” The Charge Nurse, Rose, said to the young nurses who had volunteered to work in the emergency unit at the NewYork-Presbyterian hospital. They were swamped with new admissions every single day because they always got the soldiers and sailors who were injured from the war.

“I have everyone’s new patient assignments,” Rose said as she held the big stack of files with patient info out. She walked around to each nurse and handed them a file.

When she got to Lorraine, she handed her a thin file. The thinnest one. “This is Ed Warren. He is an eighteen year old sailor in a coma. He was on a ship in the middle of the Atlantic when his ship was shot and sunk. He was the only person who lived out of fifty men. He doesn’t have any family that we can find and no medical background but right now he has head trauma and brain swelling, a broken leg, and fractured ribs. He will have a long and painful recovery…if he wakes up,” Rose said sadly. “I’m giving him to you specifically because he is alone in this world and you are one of the most, if not the most, caring nurse we have. I know you’ll comfort him.”

@giftedclairvoyance

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maxxioislost · 1 year

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I need to be youthfully felt ('cause, god, i never felt young)

A/N: I fell off from writing and reading M/N Fanfic, but Im back, and since its Halloween, you guys can have this, Im sorry @supernovasblogstuff for it taking so long, thanks for being patient with me <3

Also, kinda new to writing fanfic, hope this is good

Happy Halloween <3

Mentions: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Knotting/Sex *MARKED, CAN BE SKIPPED*, Giving birth *near the end, can be skipped*

Alpha!Ed Warren(movies) x Omega!Male!Reader

After that everything around him was easy, Every time M/n went into heat or Ed went into rut, they helped by staying out of the way and making sure that the other ate (because the alpha/omega hindbrain tends to forget when it's in control).

Ed would make this fantastic meatloaf during heats, and when Ed went through his ruts, M/n would make him his mother's Chicken Alfredo recipe. The relationship was perfect, Ed couldn't be more perfect.

Until Ed got down on one knee and asked for M/n's hand in marriage, then it was super perfect. As soon as they got home, they cuddled in M/n's nest. Ed was so in love with his omega, and M/n loves his alpha so much.

Planning the wedding was so much fun, getting to pick out all the colors of the suits and flowers, and Ed ended up picking the most beautiful church he could find, and asked his sister, Lorraine, if she could officiate, and she said yes! They were so excited.

Of course, things weren't all sunshine and rainbows, they argued a bit about the decorations and overall theme, and even about M/ns suit covering/or not covering his unmated neck with the veil.

The way weddings worked was that once they were officially married, they would kiss, then kiss their unmated neck, not yet biting it until their wedding night.

But they got through it, and eventually, the wedding came up, it was amazing.

"The grooms may say their vows if they wish to," Lorraine said, clearly holding back tears, she was so happy her big brother found someone to make him as happy as M/n did. She was proud of him.

"M/n, You know me better than anyone else in this world and somehow still you manage to love me. You are my best friend and one true love. There is still a part of me today that cannot believe that I’m the one who gets to marry you, Thank you for saying yes when I proposed" Ed was almost crying as he finished talking, grabbing M/n's hands in his, and leaned down to kiss one. M/n could hear his friends and family 'aww' at the sight.

"M/n, do you have vows for Ed?" Lorraine asked, smiling warmly at the couple.

"Of course I do, uh, Ed, I see these vows not as promises but as privileges: I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you, I vow to listen, for as long as it takes for you to feel heard. I vow to watch in awe as you kick ass and take names. And I vow to be your unrelenting cheer squad on the days it feels too much, I vow that I will always love you" M/n had tears running down his face, but so did Ed and everyone else in attendance.

"Those were very beautiful vows, guys, Ed, do you take M/n to be your lawfully wedded groom? To have, to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, in health, until death do you part?" Lorraine recited, it seemed as though she memorized it just for the wedding.

"Of course I do," Ed said, voice sounding slightly wet, he was holding back tears.

"M/n, do you take Ed to be your lawfully wedded groom? To have, to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, in health, until death do you part?" Lorraine stared intently at M/n, slightly scared that he might change his mind...

"I'd be stupid not to, Of course, I do" M/n looked up at his soon-to-be husband, very soon-to-be husband, just a few more minutes and they would be together for the rest of their lives.

"You have declared your consent before the Church, you now may kiss the groom," Lorraine said.

Ed didn't even wait till she was finished talking, he grabbed M/n by the waist and shoulder and pulled him close, pressing their lips together, then moved his head to kiss his husband's scent gland, making them officially husbands before god till they die.

_____

The dinner after the reception was fun, your maid of honor, and life-long best friend stood up and told stories about how M/n and Ed had met, about how she was so proud of M/n for finding an Alpha like Ed. It was beautiful. Ed's friend stood and talked about the childhood he and Ed shared, the funniest moments, and about how he was 'slightly jealous of how quickly Ed found an Omega to share his life with'

The dinner was over, the reception had been done with, and now to go to a hotel room close by and consummate their marriage, they were both really nervous, it being their first time, but they were ready.

Ed smelled it as soon as the hotel room door was closed. His omega is about to go into heat, which means that he will go into rut soon as well.

"So, uh, how do you want to start this? I- I mean I've never done this, always wanted to wait for marriage..." Ed drifted off, he was feeling slightly insecure

He shouldn't, because it was M/n's first time as well. "I, um, I don't know, I haven't done this before either..." M/n said.

Ed suddenly stood, making sure M/n was watching him, before unbuttoning his suit jacket, M/n watched intently, biting his lip before nodding.

Ed continued, his shirt was next, then his pants and socks, only left in his boxers. "You wanna undress maybe? Feeling kinda alone here, baby"

M/n rose from his spot on the bed, and undressed, slowly, enjoying his husbands' eyes watching him, before he was left in the white skintight boxers Ed had bought him when they first moved in together.

Ed's eyes widened at the sight, full of arousal, the purity of the sight, the untouched omega, wearing nothing but plain white skin-tight boxers. His inner alpha was howling in excitement, while M/n's inner omega was whining in arousal.

He slowly walked towards the bed, Ed's eyes trailed up and down M/n's body, enjoying the way M/n's body looked, Ed had seen M/n naked before, obviously, they'd been dating for a few years, taken showers and taken care of each other during their heat/rut cycles (just by making sure the other was okay, clean, and not hungry.)

Ed had just never looked at him in a sexual manner, wanting to wait till marriage, now was the time. They were married. They can have sex now. They can finally mate. It's what both of them had been waiting for since they met.

*NSFW STARTS NOW*

Now M/n was standing in front of Ed while Ed sat on the bed, arms wrapped around his waist while kissing his lower belly, kisses trailing lower until he reached the waistband of the boxers before looking up.

"This okay, love? We can slow down and wait" Ed said carefully, not wanting to stop, but willing to if his omega needed it.

M/n just smiled before replying "Don't stop, please? I wanna be your omega, Ed..." M/n leaned down towards his husband, before pushing him onto his back to lie on the bed. M/n stood quickly, pulling down his boxers before climbing into Ed's lap.

Ed sat up and frowned, quietly complaining about how he was supposed to remove his husband's underwear, before looking down and seeing M/n's cock pressed against his belly. Before he grabbed M/n's waist and rolled, M/n ended up on his back, looking up at his Alpha.

Ed's eyes looked down at the unmated neck his omega was bearing before leaning down to lick M/n's scent gland, making him moan. M/n's hands wandered down to the waistband of Eds' boxers, trying to pull them down, but couldn't because of how they were laid.

Ed laughed before standing up on the floor and pulling them off. "C'mon, I've been waiting for this since we moved in together, Ed" M/n sighed before making grabby hands at his Alpha.

Ed laughed before climbing back on the bed between his legs, opening them wider, and immediately dove down to finally taste his omega. M/n just wasn't expecting Ed to just dive in, but he was amazed at how naturally skilled his Alpha was, his inner Omega howling in pleasure.

"fuck ed,, Ed, can we start? Please I need you in me" Ed got up, and used the blanket to wipe his mouth clean from his omegas slick before moving to kiss M/n. The kiss was messy, unorganized, and sloppy. Ed's hand wandered downward to aim his cock toward the omegas slick covered hole, the movement unnoticed by M/n.

The cock pushed againth his hole, making him moan, and tried to push down against the intrusion so it can finally breach him. Ed's hips moved forward, slowly, wanting the omega to get used to the intrusion. He moaned again, wrapping his legs around Ed's waist to pull him in fully, moaning again when Ed's cock bumped into his cervix, Ed was the perfect size to breed his omega.

His hips moved in and out slowly, his thrust slowly gaining speed, the omega was moaning into Ed's neck, licking at his scent gland, waiting until his alpha to knot so he can finally stake his claim on the gland.

Ed moaned at the sensations coming from his omega, the tight channel wrapped around his cock, the licking at his scent gland, and M/n's hands tweaking his nipples every so often. Ed was in heaven.

His thrusts sped up suddenly, his inner Alpha howling at the incoming orgasm.

M/n realized why Ed sped up and reached down to stroke his neglected cock, only for his hand to be swatted away and Ed's larger hand to take its place.

"You get to cum once I do, okay Omega? Can you hold it in for me?" M/n nodded, enjoying Ed stroking with his thrusts. Ed's cock consistently bumped into his cervix, his orgasm was getting closer and closer, he was having to make Ed's hand slow down a bit so he wouldn't finish before his Alpha.

Then M/n felt something popping in and out of his hole...His alphas knot was slightly inflated. He was about to belong to Ed, forever. And he just couldn't wait.

"Omega, you're okay? You want me to breed you? Want to get pregnant for your alpha? Wanna give me a pup?" Ed was teasing, until he sees M/n nod and whine about wanting to be bred up, wanting to be knotted so badly, wanting to be a nice house omega for his alpha.

That did it for Ed, his knot fully inflated, his mouth bit down on his omegas scent gland, his inner alpha finally at peace. Then he released, feeling his omega release his cum all over their bellies.

"wanna bite your alpha? C'mon 'mega, mark me as yours." Ed leaned down and angled his neck, M/n leaned up, biting down on what was rightfully his. They finally claimed each other.

*NSFW OVER*

M/n had gotten pregnant, and Ed was extremely happy, and ecstatic over his pup, they decided to wait to find out if it was a boy or girl, they would find out at the birth!

Until M/n was almost 10 months pregnant. A full month overdue, but he didn't want to induce, afraid it would hurt him or his pup.

"Get the pup out of me, Ed," M/n said roughly while bouncing on an exercise ball, Ed recalled M/n saying it was something that could help start the contractions. "I can't take another few days of this. Their head is reading on my bladder and constantly kicking my stomach." Ed felt bad for doing this to his poor husband, but their bundle of joy just,,, didn't want to come out.

"I, uh. read that a knot can help induce too" Ed lightly suggested before feeling the daggers M/n's eyes shot at him, before his eyes went wide, and looked down at his pants, which were suddenly soaked.

"Uh, M/n, did you have an accident? Ill clean it up, go shower, and sleep, yeah?" Ed said. Ever since the pregnancy, accidents have happened a lot more, especially when the pup decided to make his bladder a kickball for a month straight.

"I didn't pee, Ed..Oh fuck, I think my water broke" M/n stood quickly, grabbing his hospital bag and urging Ed to drive them to the hospital as quickly as possible.

*Birth happening*

M/n was the one pushing their pup out, yet Ed was the one hyperventilating. Until M/n's grip on his hand tighten enough that he thought it would break.

"You can do it, 'Mega, Push, want to see your beautiful pup" Ed whispered into M/n's ear, making him focus a bit more.

"I can see the head!" The doctor announced, excitement obviously present in her voice. "C'mon, M/n, baby, a few more big pushes, and the pup will be in your arms!" Ed said lovingly while his husband crushed his hand in his grip.

The pup finally popped out. "It's a boy!, Congrats, Mr. Warren!" The doctor handed the pup to M/n, letting him have his first skin-to-skin contact with the pup that was stuck inside him for the last 10 months.

*Birth Over*

And then the nurse had to clean up the baby from blood and other fluids before handing the baby to his Alpha father. Ed was sobbing while the baby sat quietly in his arms, sitting close to his husband so the omega can still see him.

The nurse came into the room "Can we have the name of the pup? he's very beautiful, Mr. Warren" Ed and M/n smiled at each other before M/n looked up at her and said "F/n Md/n Warren" (Idk, name him whatever you want)

Ed smiled at his husband before handing his pup back, the Omega had to feed him the bottle the nurse had prepared. They were happy.

F/n was a handful. and really good aim whenever his Alpha father had to change diapers...

Ed never thought he could be this happy, and neither did M/n.

This was their dreams finally coming true.

Happy (late) Halloween

#ed warren #x male reader #ed warren x male reader #ed warren x reader #alpha ed warren #omega male reader #THIS IS ONLY MOVIE ED WARREN!!!#Patrick wilson can rail me whenever he want tbh #This is also the only fic ill ever write on here #I want ed as my alpha tbh

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cosmonabo · 2 months

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𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

Chapter five: the uninvited. Description: The project is put into practice and, with it, some of the ghosts of the past reappear to torment the secretary. Warnings: None.

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A figure in the darkness, looking straight at me

"Did you really find Tokyo Manji?! Creepy!" Tsubasa disconnected from the computer just to listen to my account, wide-eyed, as if she were hearing the account of a supernatural event from Ed and Lorraine Warren, and being a cynic, I took advantage of the moment to gloat.

'I deserve a bit'. I think with satisfaction.

"I know, I know," I agreed proudly, crossing my legs and slipping my arms behind my neck.

"And what do they look like? Do they have war scars? Severed limbs? " The boy's glasses were crooked due to his bad posture in the chair, he stretched so much that he looked more like a meerkat snooping around outside his burrow.

"Tsu-kun, they're all students, not former war fighters!" I waved my hands, trying to appease the boy, with a sigh escaping my lungs, as I could never have thought that my co-writer would be such a fanatic about hooligan groups. "They're just a bunch of bums riding motorcycles and committing crimes, does that answer your question?"

"I think it will."

"Good." I concluded, stretching my arms lazily in an attempt to rouse my muscles, not very successfully, but it'll have to do.

"It's impressive, I have to admit…" The treasurer muttered quietly with some disbelief, walking away with some papers in his hands, and I still haven't asked him what the hell this bastard is doing in the journalism club room.

Then again, Yuuma wasn't used to paying me compliments, so that brief mutter in turn inflated my ego like never before.

"By the way, what did you come here for?" I blurted out as soon as the opportunity allowed, "don't say you came just to see me…" I let my evil smile slowly form.

"The President wants your report, incompetent," He replied with no patience whatsoever, the scowl on his face showing that he'd had a bad night's sleep or that Yuuma was just in a bad mood.

"Thank you in advance, now you can leave, I have things to sort out!" I waved my hand dismissing him, he just frowned and quickly left the room with heavy steps, closing the door harshly behind him "goodbye!"

"Rude, as usual," Tsubasa commented, opening the documents tab on the computer.

"That's very subjective" I retorted with gusto, approaching the boy to finally start the week's report. Miyura was in charge of printing the newspaper, so we'd have plenty of time before she came back with piles and piles of paper on our desk ready to be printed with the information and distributed like fallacious political propaganda throughout the corridors of this school "Well, let's get started!"

"Right," He began, filling in the title with a commonly used heading, then patiently skipping a few lines to make room for the first paragraph, "so?"

"Well…"

I slowly recalled the issues surrounding Tokyo Manji, along with what I had discovered about the world of delinquency in school environments. My notes on discursive topics prepared evenings before, together with the materials from my research, gave us great material to discuss.

As I explained to Tsubasa what to do, my mind crawled deeper and deeper, until it returned to the night before, where I experienced what a youth biker gang was like live and in color…

19:20 AT NIGHT

"So you have a high position and you didn't even make a point of telling me? What a cruel thing to do…" I gave the boy a betrayed look, but used to my bad manners, Mitsuya quickly realized the sarcasm dripping from my voice like a mockery. "You know, I could never have noticed all your pomposity with my naked eyes."

"At least I can say that I do what my job requires," the young man retorted acidly, although there was a mean smile on his lips that made me clench my jaw rudely.

"What are you implying, sir?" I asked, looking at him minutely, with my arms crossed as I carefully stretched to look at his face properly.

"Nothing much, miss, nothing much… " He feigned naivety, averting his eyes, and yet the little smile gave him away.

I clenched my fists and sighed longingly.

"Imbecile, anyone can look after a bunch of useless if they handle them properly!" I grumbled loudly, "Don't think that what you do makes you a big shot."

"Your friendliness captivates me more and more, Miss [Name]" Mitsuya's smile disappeared at the onset of my unscrupulous arrogance.

We remained silent until the motorcycles stopped not far from us and a crowd of uniformed schoolboys, clad in black and gold, got off them. I didn't make any comment, and my muteness seemed to annoy Mitsuya, who glanced at me every now and then, as if he expected me to say something or at least show some reaction. But the only thing I kept on my countenance was a hard expression of lowered eyebrows and suspicion.

The headlights illuminated us in the darkness, and soon, with the light, we were easily identified near the temple. We were looking in opposite directions, so I can tell you that I was astonished when a very tall young man came up to Takashi with his arms open and a beaming smile, as if I hadn't seen him for ages. He had a shaved head and a design in the little that was left of his hair, if I may also add that the most distinctive thing about his appearance was certainly the cut on his lip.

It wasn't long before they were both greeting each other vigorously. I was a little surprised, I admit, because I had never seen Mitsuya with such a broad smile, like a child unwrapping a birthday present.

"You make it sound like you didn't see me the day before yesterday" My schoolmate laughed, numbed by the conversation.

"I'm just excited," the taller one retorted hurriedly, "it's been a while since we've kicked some ass together, huh, Taka-chan?" His laughter infected the lilac-haired boy.

For a moment, his friend's gaze landed on me, but fortunately no comment was made.

"Mitsuya!" I heard a shout, a little further away, a blond man in braids with his hands stuffed in his pockets next to another blond man, this one much smaller, however, "come here!"

"Right! I'm coming!" He shouted back eagerly, breaking away from the tall young next to him to put his hand on my shoulder; for a moment, I wondered if he was trying to reassure me, "Come on."

"As you wish," I said dismissively, raising my shoulders as I entwined our arms, something that surprised Mitsuya, making him jump in his composure, but he continued walking with our arms linked without saying anything.

Until, at a certain point in our walk, the delinquent approached me to whisper in my ear:

"You're acting strange, what's wrong with you?" He asked hurriedly.

"You need to be a bit more specific." I moaning quietly, making a fool of myself.

"Are you… Are you…" He searched for words as I gave him a questioning look "docile!"

"Your words hurt my little heart, I'm not a dog, 'Taka-chan'" I pretended blatantly and he was embarrassed at the sound of the nickname coming out of my mouth "But, if you must know, I'm only doing this because I don't want to get too close to your strange friends. So do me a favor and be helpful."

Mitsuya couldn't say that I was being indecent in my precautions, he knew that himself, so he just sighed and kept walking.

"You're awful," he muttered one last time, to which I just thanked him with a little smile.

A few steps back, my companion's old friend asked him what the scandalous whispering was about, to which he just casually replied that it was a school argument.

"What do you know…" The tall blond looked proud, looking us up and down "aren't you going to introduce your girl?"

"You didn't say you'd bring a girl," the shorter one promptly added, nibbling on a soft, pink candy.

I wrinkled my nose a little at the question, but Mitsuya quickly responded.

"It was last minute" The boy in the black uniform next to me cleared his throat before stepping forward to continue, dragging me along with him "this is Kawaguchi [Name], we're working in partnership, so I thought you could bring her here without any problems."

"Did you rehearse that or did you just improvise?" I asked quietly, and he just ignored my comment, turning his gaze to the blond, who was now going up on the stone steps of the temple, looking at us curiously.

"It doesn't look too bad," shrugged the little blond, getting up from his seat and receiving multiple glances, "at least Emma will have someone to talk to."

Incomprehensible murmurs drifted through the air at the end of his speech. Soon afterwards, I was invited to stay under the care of said 'Emma' so that I wouldn't be in the middle of the gang members, something I accepted without objection. The girl was a little too friendly with someone had just met. Her questions were predominantly about my relationship with the leader of the second division, something that made me feel like a Shinjuku prostitute.

In the end, I managed to gather a lot of information about the relationship between gang members and their peers. I wrote it all down and then put my little notepad away.

"But come on," Emma snapped me out of my reverie, coming close to my ear, "are you going to tell me that you don't have even a little crush on him? Not a bit?"

"Not a bit" I clicked my tongue playfully, allowing myself to see the hypothesis in a comical way "I would never feel anything for a little lawbreaker. These relationships are a waste of time."

"How pessimistic," Emma replied with disappointment in her voice.

"Maybe so, but my thoughts led me to where I am today," I retorted indifferently.

"Well…" Emma paused silently, as if thinking through what she wanted to say, linking her arms behind her back and staring at the starry sky above "they're good people, believe me, even if it's not romantically, I still hope you'll change your mind about Mitsuya-kun."

"At this point, I think that's impossible," I replied, looking down at my own feet with a forced smile.

Soon, the meeting was over and the members were all saying goodbye to each other. I stood there for a few seconds, watching the crowd gather and chatting contentedly, wondering how these people got along so well when they were so different; while I was a little red dot standing out among my own kind.

I sighed, letting the thought fade away. I gathered my belongings and started down the temple stairs alone. I dialed the number on my cell phone, preparing to leave as discreetly as possible.

The cold touched my shoulders and knees, then I shivered, shivered with cold because my own body heat wouldn't generate enough to warm me up. I was startled when I reached the last step, and minutes of distraction later the cold was replaced by the warmth of a soft fabric, the temperature and smell were familiar, nostalgic, although I didn't recognize where from, but I remained frozen in the same place, in complete shock.

Someone was behind me.

"You have the worst habits, you'll end up dying of hypothermia."

The voice left me static and incredulous, sending me back to the past in less than a second as the air carried its lazy, rebellious sound to my freezing ears. I was breathless, wondering if it was a haunting making me question my sanity, which was no longer exactly stable.

After a while, I finally caught sight of a strand dyed yellow, which blended in with the black hair, and I was greeted by bright yellow eyes that stared back at me. Like the abyss that faces a man when stared at for too long.

"What are you doing here… [Name]-chan?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Hanemiya."

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bodyhorrorbeatdown · 7 months

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Body Horror Beatdown, Match 15, Round 1

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 2 years

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Less than Holy

I finally went and did it. After more than two years I went and wrote a fanfiction. This is basically a Fix-It - Everyone lives/nobody dies, not even Pike the dog or Erin’s baby. There are also no vampi- I mean angels and Monsignor Pruitt is actually in a hospital on the mainland and not father Paul Hill at all.

Less than Holy - 7.6K

Of all the people you would expect to fall for, the priest was the absolute last one of them.

You were a promising young writer, already having published a few books, the last one being a bestseller in the US. And while your name could be seen in many bookshops around English speaking countries and some foreign ones, your face was a mystery to the public. Which suited you, really. Your favorite genre to write was supernatural horror. Ever since you were a little girl, there was just something thrilling about darkness and what may lurk within. You grew up passionately reading up on Ed and Lorraine Warren's supernatural cases, fell asleep to the classic stories by Mary Shelley and Sheridan Le Fanu, and watched the newest flicks in cinemas with bated breath and a content feeling.

That's how you ended up on Crockett Island. Originally, you were only staying there in order to write your latest book; it was a story about a small, lonely fishing town, just like this one. Strange, horrifying monsters from deep waters would start targeting poor unsuspecting people from the island, and pull them down from their boats and dinghies and into the water below. The only people who could stop it were a couple of teens. You were really trying to appeal to a younger audience too with this book. In order to better capture the atmosphere and characters in your story, you decided to find a place like the one in your book where you could stay while working on it - and there it was.

Crockett Island.

Tiny. Quiet. Only several dozen people lived there and everyone was special in their own way. At first, you were renting a small house. The people who used to live there had moved to the mainland some time prior; as did many others after the faithful spill some years ago. That's how you actually found out about Crockett. An ad in a local newspaper on the mainland later, and this really nice couple was offering you their house on Crockett for a very reasonable rent.

The first few months were strange. Some citizens of Crockett observed you with distrust and apprehension, others were way more curious and friendly. Annie Flynn was among the latter group. Not two days after your arrival were you sitting in the Flynn family home, sharing dinner with their family of three. Four, said Annie. Her oldest son was currently off island, she said. It would take you some more time to find out that he's currently serving a sentence for manslaughter while DUI. You weren't one to judge. God knows you too participated in some wild parties and made a lot of bad decisions. Not ones quite so serious, true, but that didn't matter to you. You've grown quite close to the Flynn family over time. Also to the Scarboroughs, the Gunnings and the new sheriff and his son.

Sheriff Hassan, just like you, was a newcomer to the island, and despite having come before you did, he seemed to have it even harder because of his religious beliefs. It took you no time at all to figure out that the folk on Crockett Island were quite religious and many of them attended the Sunday mass in the church of St. Patrick. Having not grown up in a religious household, everything you knew about religions was from what you've studied yourself, and while you didn't necessarily affiliate yourself with any of them, you did believe in some kind of higher power.

Annie Flynn once invited you to tag along for the Sunday mass and you had agreed. The parish priest, Monsignor John Pruitt, was an older gentleman. His years were visibly catching up to him, and it was rather visible even to the untrained eye. While he was obviously absolutely devoted to his faith and had great knowledge of the holy book, his mind seemed to be wandering elsewhere from time to time. Even so, you enjoyed listening to his sermon, and it was obvious that he was well beloved by his flock. Unfortunately, this is where you finally came face to face with one not so lovely citizen of Crockett Island.

Miss Beverly Keane. Just the look she gave you as she noticed you among the crowd in front of the church. "So, you must be the outsider, then," she began, a thin, tense smile on her lips, but not within her eyes, "Annie Flynn's told me about you, of course. However, pardon me, if I'm mistaken, but you've been here for a few weeks now haven't you? This is the first time I see you here." You didn't like her expression one bit. Smug and self-righteous, as if she caught you in a lie. You suddenly felt like you've done something bad, and she was about to mock you for it and threaten to tell your parents. A stupid thought, really, but she did make you feel this way. "I'm not exactly a catholic. I'm not exactly anything either," you admitted honestly. You had no reason to lie. "But I'm open minded and I did read the Bible. I wanted to hear the sermon and also figured that this church," you motioned with your left hand, "is kind of the centre point for the island, isn't it. Since I'll be staying for a while, I thought I could perhaps meet the folk around here." The look on her face told you she wanted to retort with something, but she only took on the previous tense smile and said the important thing is that you're here now.

And then Erin came.

Following old Mrs. Greene's (whom you didn't know very well) passing, her daughter Erin, who's been living off the island for years now, came to take care of her mother's funeral and ultimately decided to stay. You actually met her on the ferry as you were coming back from a trip on the mainland. You looked at her and she looked at you and you finally recognised you didn't recognise each other at all. And you started talking.

Since then, you stopped counting your days on the island. Your book was long since finished and published, yet you stayed. The family whose house you've been renting contacted you about possibly buying in from them, for a fair price. And you said yes. Your family offered to have the rest of your possessions delivered to Crockett. And you said yes. Erin asked you to come with her to every Sunday mass. And you said yes. For some reason, this small, sparsely populated town has started to feel like home. Things weren't perfect, but they were fine. Life was slow and quiet. The islanders warmed up to you, little by little, until you were one of their own. Their neighbour. And you found you could no longer imagine waking up and not smelling the crisp salty sea air. And life was fine.

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"Sunday's tomorrow," said Erin off-handedly, folding some laundry on her dining table. You murmured in agreement, mostly just paying attention to the words you wrote on your laptop, and the mug of tea in your hand. It's become so normal. You and Erin would be at your or her place, talking, playing games, watching films, or just doing your own activities in each other's presence. "Monsignor Pruitt will be back," offered Erin again. You raised your eyes from the screen: "He made it back safe, then?" That made Erin pause. "Actually," she breathed in, "I don't know. Nobody's seen him yet, really. And, I mean, Bev's been putting welcome messages on the church side, and she gave him instructions and what not...Yeah, he'll be back."

You weren't quite so sure. The old man seemed rather confused when you first came. Months later, his health only worsened. You were in doubt that the trip to holy lands was the right call. While still not outright religious, you have grown fond of the monsignor, just as you have grown fond of everyone else, and you were rather worried about him the entire duration of his expedition.

The next day, you sat with Erin in your usual pew at Saint Patrick's. You saw her as she smiled at a boy whom you haven't seen before, sitting in a pew with Annie and Ed Flynn, but before you could ask her about him, the mass had begun. The churchgoers rose and opened their hymnals. You sang with them. Then, there was a strange moment. It seemed to you that some of the people's singing hitched, before returning to normal, while others stopped singing all together. You turned your head in curiosity and found yourself momentarily mute as well. Walking in a golden chasuble behind Warren Flynn and a boy named Ooker wasn't the old Monsignor Pruitt. Instead there was a total stranger. Tall and lean, with thick, wavy jet black hair, thick eyebrows, large dark eyes and, what you thought were, pretty lips. He too sang and his voice, rich and soulful, mesmerised you.

The stranger bowed down before the altar and took his stand behind it, facing his flock. You sat down. He introduced himself as Father Paul Hill and explained that Monsignor John Pruitt has fallen ill on his trip and won't be returning for the time being. He begins his sermon. You had quite enjoyed going to mass before, despite your near-atheism, and you liked the hymns and you liked hearing Monsignor Pruitt talk. But when Paul started talking, it felt like a fire had suddenly settled within your core. No, not a fire, a light. A gentle light emanating a pleasant warmth, definitely not a scorching, destructive fire. Monsignor Pruitt was devoted, and so was Father Paul, but Paul's young energy, and his passion for the word of god made Sunday mass seem like a performance, like an unreachable piece of art. You sat there, drinking in his every word and found yourself wanting to believe them. Wanting to believe him. Once everyone started getting up and lining up for communion, you sat behind, like you always did. Only this time, you weren't alone. The boy you saw earlier still sat in his pew as well. When everyone received their wafer and a sip of wine, they slowly started to stream out of the church. You were still so flabbergasted and amazed by Father Paul's sermon, you were actually one of the last ones to leave. From the church doors you saw Erin wink at you before she walked slowly away with the boy from earlier.

Before you could make your way home too however, a figure stepped in front of you. "You must be (F/N) (L/N). Monsignor Pruitt mentioned you do not take communion," said Father Paul warmly. You had to look up at him a bit, as he really was a tall man. There was a friendly smile on his face and his eyes were kind and inviting. So very unlike Bev Keane's upon your first interaction with her. You gazed into the priest's dark orbs and felt like you've known him your entire life, and like he knew you too. You felt instantly at ease, instantly trusting. "You see, I'm not a catholic. Not really. I'm not even baptised. It wouldn't be right." Father Paul smiles some more and nods in understanding. "Well, never too late to become one," you chuckle, "so I can believe you'll be honest with me and tell me what you, as a 'non-catholic' thought of my sermon?" The way he looks at you, keeping eye contact, with an air of confidence, but with no smugness or conceit, it makes you nearly instantly fond of him. You think for a moment, whether you should praise him for his skill, or play it cool and nonchalant. As always, you decided that honesty is key. "I was amazed," you said seriously, reciprocating his eye contact, "to be honest, I think many people genuinely believe in God thanks to their pastor. And you, um," you felt yourself blushing a bit and instinctively cast your eyes down, "I think you're very convincing." His smile faltered for the tiniest of moments and a strange look appeared in his eyes, before he grinned at you once more, and this time it was positively radiant, like a while of sunshine on a rainy day. "Convinced you, then?" he asks, his voice teasing, nearly mischievous. You couldn't keep yourself from smiling too, slightly coyly: "Oh, I don't know. I'll see next Sunday." You bid your farewell to Father Paul and went home. You'd deny it to anyone, but there was a bit of a pep in your step.

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The Crock Pot Luck. Despite the town's small population, the spring festival was really something else.

It was Ash Wednesday and Erin made you get your blessing and a sooty cross from Father Paul. You stood before him, closer than before and with your neck craned up more. Standing so close, you admired just how handsome he is, all soft lines and smouldering eyes. The corners of his lips twitched when he saw you. "Remember, (F/N), you are dust, and to dust you shall return" he spoke softly as he dipped his thumb into a bowl in his other hand which contained the ashes. He then brought his right hand up and very gently drew a cross on your forehead: "Bless you, my child."

So now you were sitting with Erin at a bench, listening to the live music, chatting amicably and people-watching. Since Erin was pregnant, she was nursing a lemonade with a paper straw and you treated yourself to a glass of wine you traded for your drink ticket. It was sunny and very mild for the beginning of spring, and you already took your jacket off and were only sitting in a light jumper. Erin was looking to the side of you. You gazed in the same direction and saw Father Paul and Riley Flynn talking on a bench near the edge of the festival. Erin's told you all about Riley after the first mass with Father Paul and actually introduced you to him. He was a nice guy, obviously guilt-ridden with what he's done and a bit unwell. However, it seemed that spending time in Erin's company is doing him good. "You should talk to him," you offered to Erin. She lifted her eyebrows questioningly. "You were, like, childhood sweethearts, weren't you. I mean, I can't tell you what to do, but I'm just saying it's obvious he still fancies you." She snorted and shook her head at you. After a moment she sighed and got up: "Well, since neither of us is drinking, I think I'm gonna treat him to a coffee then." You just winked at her and remained sitting. A short while later, the brown haired girl had a cup of coffee in each hand and was on her way to Riley and Father Paul.

You meanwhile returned to people watching. You took in the kids playing bean bag toss nearby and the good Doctor Gunning talking quietly to a lovely woman you hadn't seen before. Some people were dancing in front of the podium. "Is this seat free?" sounded behind you. You didn't even need to turn around, having recognised the priest's voice immediately. Instead you just smiled into your empty glass: "But of course, father, be my guest." And so he did. You grinned at him and noticed he brought two glasses of wine with him. Upon your questioning look, he offered: "I thought it an appropriate apology, seeing as I have pulled you out of your thoughts." He slid one of the glasses your way. As your own wine had long since disappeared, you gracefully accepted. The next few minutes you spent in friendly, comfortable silence, looking around, enjoying the day.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Joe Collie. He was, put mildly, not exactly in favour of the townspeople. Erin's told you about the hunting accident that put poor Leeza Scarborough in a wheelchair most likely for the rest of her life. You personally only talked to Joe a few times. He was nearly always already drunk, or just woke up after a night of drinking. While irresponsible and a slave to his addiction, the man genuinely didn't seem to a have malicious or cruel bone in his body. He went everywhere with his pupper, Pike. Pike was a sweet dog, very large, but amazingly cuddly and friendly, you slipped some treats his way every once in a while. Now it seemed though that somebody else was intent on feeding the mutt. Beverly Keane laid down a hot dog in front of him and walked away rather swiftly. You grew anxious. If there was a person on this island who hated this dog, it was Bev Keane and while not happy about the thought, you had serious doubts that the hot dog was some sort of peace offering. Without a word you rose and half walked, half ran to Pike, snatching the food away before he could as much as lick it. Pike whined unhappily and barked at you, which made Joe Collie turn around to look. "Hey, hey! What the fuck gives?" he growled at you, undecided between defensive and aggressive. You looked at him, the hot dog in your hand just out of Pike's reach with Pike himself whining and looking at you pleadingly. "You should be more careful. Don't let your dog eat something he shouldn't," with that you turned around, tossed the hot dog into a rubbish bin and went back to your seat.

"What was that supposed to mean?" asked Father Paul once you sat down again. You took a sip of your wine and looked around anxiously. "It's just that-" you scratched your neck, "look, I could be very very wrong and I'm not accusing anyone of anything, but," deep breath, "I saw Bev give Pike a hot dog. And she hates Pike, she tried to get Sheriff Hassan to put him down, just for barking at her. And Erin saw her in school yesterday, in the supply cabinet, fiddling with an entire canistre of poison. I just, I'd rather be safe than sorry." You could feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment and noticed several people staring at you. There were Erin and Riley, their faces questioning and curious, Joe Collie (who has thankfully brought Pike close to him since then) looked confused and apprehensive, and last but not least; Bev Keane, who looked sour and right now probably wishing you ate that hot dog instead. Father Paul cleared his throat to get your attention: "Well, I'm sure it was nothing...But nevertheless, it's very Christian of you to look out for your neighbours like this." You gave him a small smile which he mirrored with his own, before he began speaking again: "Anyway, about Christianity-" you quietly groaned and rolled your eyes, but kept on smiling and listening.

You and Father Paul had talked late into the evening. It had started as a friendly discussion about religion and Christianity, slowly progressed to getting to know each other and stories of your lives before coming to Crockett Island, before finally becoming a pleasant banter about everything and nothing. The band has long since abandoned the stage, people had packed up the tents and most of those few who remained were currently sitting around a bonfire, talking, singing, or just relaxing. Darkness has fallen and enveloped you and Father Paul like a comforting blanket. You could barely see his face, the only light sources being the bonfire some 60 feet away and a lone street light even farther. A nice feeling of fatigue has started to come over you and you barely stifled a yawn. Father Paul noticed and even in the dim light you could see the white of his teeth flash in a grin. "I can't see my watches, but I'm going to guess it's late," he said with an amused tone. You fished out your phone out of the pocket of your jacket, which you put back on when the temperature dropped with the oncoming night, and glanced at the screen. You immediately regretted it, as you had kept the brightness on 100% and felt like your retina was about to burn to ashes. "It's not even that late, to be honest," you said, trying to cover up another yawn fighting its way through you, "just after half past nine. But I didn't get much sleep yesterday, so I'm a bit tired." You put your phone back into your pocket. Father Hill stood up and reached out a hand to you. You looked at him questioningly. "I'll walk you home," he clarified. You've been living on Crocket Island for quite some time, walked the entire place (including the cat filled Uppards) many times and you were pretty sure you could find your way home blindfolded. Not to mention it's perfectly safe for a woman to walk home alone at night here.

And yet.

And yet you took the Father's offered hand and let him pull you to your feet. He then repositioned your hand to his right arm and started walking. "My, my, father, who knew priests were such gentlemen?" you teased him softly but let him walk you anyway. Truth be told, it felt nice to be in the centre of attention of such a handsome man. 'The handsome man is a priest' spoke a guilty voice in your head, but you managed to quiet it down. You weren't doing anything bad, therefore you had no reason to feel guilty. A friendly priest was simply escorting you home to make sure you're safe from the dangers of... um, stray cats, you supposed. "I'd simply hate for you to fall asleep somewhere on your way because I kept you so long." Or that, that works too, you thought to yourself and chuckled and he followed suit.

When you reached your front door, you let go of his arm to find your keys. You learnt that many people on the island don't lock their homes, even if they're asleep or not present, and while the safety of the island was one of the reasons you stayed, you still didn't feel comfortable just leaving your door unlocked. Finally you found your keys and opened the door. "Would you," you began, turning back around to face Paul, "would you like something, like a cup of tea, or a cocoa?" Father Paul smiled and you could see him better now since you were standing closer to a street lamp. "Are you not tired anymore?" he teased. "Oh, I am, a bit, but you're obviously not," you countered in the same tone, "so you can have a cuppa and go home afterwards and I'll just pass out on the couch." Father Paul laughed earnestly at that and it was one of the most beautiful sounds you've ever heard. One of the prettiest sights too. "You're very kind, and I'll surely take you up on that offer sometime, but tonight I'll leave you to get your beauty sleep," he said with that same kind and honest smile you were sure he probably got patented and turned to leave. Before he did though, he couldn't quite stop himself from one last retort: "I'll see you in mass on Sunday. Let's see about that convincing." Wink. He just winked at you. You couldn't help but giggle and roll your eyes: "Good night, father," you said cheekily as you retreated into your house and shut the door.

As you set about your evening routine, you couldn't stop thinking about him. True, your mind was on other things too, like Erin and Riley's rediscovered affection, poor Leeza in her wheelchair, and the (in your eyes) very real danger of Bev Keane almost killing Joe Collie's dog. But everytime your mind came back to him. You thought about his eyes, how they looked at every stage of the sunset and how the light in them seemed to shine even after the sun submerged itself below the horizon completely. And you thought about his voice, how it always slightly changed with the matter discussed, from serious and intense, to light and amused. And right before you drifted off to sleep you allowed yourself to think of the priest's pretty, kissable lips. Just for that tiny little moment.

---

You probably just became religious.

All you could do was gawk like a demented owl as Leeza Scarborough took a step after step towards Father Paul to get her communion. Your expression wasn't that different from other people in the church. Many had their mouths open in which would in any other situation be a hilarious way. Some people were tearing up. Some were praying hard. Leeza's parents, Wade and Dolly were ugly sobbing and covering their mouths. Leeza then turned around to face everyone. You've never seen anyone's face containing so many emotions at once. Shock and disbelief soon turned to a look of ecstasy, so wild and raw and unhinged, just looking at her you wanted to scream and laugh and cry in manic happiness. For the first time in your life, you folded your hands together, bent down slightly and started praying. You thanked God, thanked him for letting Leeza walk again, thanked him for showing the young girl his mercy and humbly asked that he keep her healthy. After your quiet 'Amen' you felt another hand enveloping yours. It was Erin. She took you hand in hers and held it tight, looked at you with tears in her eyes and without a word the two of you embraced hard. She then wiped her other hand over her face to clean off the few tears that escaped. The mass ended soon afterwards. The Scarboroughs thanked Father Paul profusely, before excusing themselves in order to visit Dr Gunning about their daughter's miraculous healing. Erin and Riley left together once more and many others walked away in groups, talking loudly and praying among themselves. Just like after the first mass with Father Paul, you were bewildered and stayed behind.

"If you don't believe in God after this, I'm not sure what else you want," sounded an acerbic voice from somewhere to the side. Turning your head, you saw Bev Keane. You hadn't spoken to her at all after Crock Pot Luck and when she tried to approach you, you hurriedly made yourself look busy or caught in a conversation with someone else. It wasn't strange for you to chat up Sheriff Hassan amicably for quite a while, but this one particular while was so long, even he noticed. After Bev got tired of waiting and left, you awkwardly explained your predicament and he immediately nodded his head in understanding. Right now, though, there was really nobody to save you from this woman, and you couldn't exactly manifest a hammer and nails out of thin air to tell her you were busy, what, reinforcing the church walls?

So you accepted your fate, stood up from the pew and went to face her straight on, feeling like a knight about to fight a dragon. She observed you coldly, like usual, but when you looked into her eyes, you realised something. She knew. She knew you saw her giving Pike the hot dog. And in that moment, you also knew that you were right to step in. "Oh, but I never said I didn't believe in God," you said softly, trying to appear as calm and polite as you could, "I just said I'm not Catholic, that I don't have a religion." That seemed to take the wind out of her sails, but she recovered quickly: "Well then, maybe you'll reconsider. You're not really local, so you wouldn't know, but religion is a big part of this community. You see, you come here every Sunday, accept blessings and get to experience God's miracles right before your eyes and still you won't join us,won't commit yourself? Won't give anything back to the community?" Now was your turn to shut up and stare at her, disbelief fetched on your face. "What are you saying?" you asked quietly. Bev smiled at you, a mean smile: "I'm only saying, that if you really do plan on, well, staying here, on this island, the very least you could do is try to fit in and become a part of this community, not just leech on it."

You could feel tears starting to form in your eyes. You knew she was a cruel woman, that she was trying to purposely hurt you, but a small voice inside your head started asking the little nasty questions anyway. 'Am I really leeching on these people?', 'Should I just go and become a catholic? Will I be driven out if I won't?', 'Am I not welcomed here anymore? Should I stop going here?' You tried to will yourself, you tried to be strong, to gather the courage to tell her off, but a single tear had already rolled over the edge and landed on your cheek, slowly running down all the way to your chin and then falling down onto the wooden floor of Saint Patrick's it fell.

"That's enough," said a different voice, one that made you quickly wipe the tear track off your cheek with the sleeve of your jumper and made Bev Keane freeze like a statue. A gentle hand landed on your right shoulder and a comforting warmth settled on your left side as Father Paul appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, to your rescue. "Beverly, this is the house of God," he said, and while he was as soft-spoken as he always is, there was a stern and cold undertone in his rich voice, "The doors are always open just as the gates are always open, to anyone and everyone who comes with peace and humility. One's religion is one's own choice and I am more than happy to interpret from the Bible to all, be they Catholic or not." Bev just stared at him, her expression that of a child who knew they were caught doing something bad, but weren't feeling guilty about it. "I didn't mean anything by it," she said in the most sickeningly sweet voice and smiled, "I was only imploring our friend to consider her decisions. Father, (F/N) (L/N)." And with that she'd spun on her heel and left.

Father Paul's arm was still wrapped gently around your shoulders. You stood, your look transfixed to the ground where your tear fell and you felt terribly tiny. Just fifteen minutes ago, you felt over the moon with happiness and gratefulness for little Leeza and now you just wanted to go home, bury yourself under pillows and blankets and never leave the house again. "Come on," said Father Paul, the coldness in his voice gone and replaced with comfort, "let's get you some tea." He led you out the back of the church, still with his arm around you, and you let him. Before you knew it, you were at the rectory and he opened the door. His home was humble, there was a small sofa on the left of the door sat in front of an old telly. On the right was a desk and several chairs. Behind them stood a tall bookshelf filled with books. On the far left side was a kitchen with the basic necessities, a stove with an oven, a sink, and an old-timey refrigerator. To the back of the room were doors leading to Father Paul's bedroom. You presumed the bathroom was somewhere in the back.

Father Paul sat you down onto the tiny sofa and set about making you a cup of tea. You sat quietly for a while, just staring into space. “Am I really just leeching off these people?” you couldn’t stop yourself from saying out loud. The priest ceased his movement just as he was about to put the kettle on. After a second or two, he finally fired the stove up and put the kettle down. “No,” he said and came slowly into your view. Father Paul, young, fit, and already beloved and respected by his congregation, got to his knee in front of you and grasped your hands, “No, you’re not. You came to an island which most people leave and decided to stay. You care about these people, you try to help them as best as you can and you are actively trying to be one of them. And they see it. They realise it. And even if you never become religious, if you never come to get your holy communion, you’ll always have your place here. On this island, with these people, in this church. So don’t let what Bev says get to you, okay?” New tears were threatening to spill as you listened to Father Paul. You felt a soft finger underneath your chin and you looked up into the pastor’s soft, gentle eyes. And when you did, he gave you the kindest smile yet. And even as you did let the tears fall freely, you smiled right back at him.

—

It became something of a habit. At least twice a week you and Father Paul would meet outside of church, either at your home or the rectory, for a cup of tea and a chat. Ever since the little incident with Bev, you found that you could talk more freely with him. About everything, really. You talked some more about religion and Catholicism and he explained to you how one who wasn't born into a catholic family and baptised even becomes a catholic. Seeing as you had no knowledge about actually entering the church, your brain spun from all the information rather quickly. That some people can spend whole years as catechumens, before they're actually ready to be baptised and that the rite of election usually starts on the first Sunday of lent. The actual initiation to catholic church then takes place on Easter vigil. It was a lot to take in, but Father Paul remained forever patient, and always willing to explain.

You talked about many other things too. You learned some time ago that he had taken it upon himself to lead a local AA group, so that Riley didn't need to waste the entire day away just to go to and from the mainland. Paul came around one evening looking very happy and proud. He told you about Joe Collie, whom Leeza Scarborough forgave the bizarre 'hunting' accident and who in turn decided to give up drinking. You enthusiastically listened to him talk about homilies he was preparing and the awaited Easter vigil. He even shared some not so public stories, like how he found Warren Flynn secretly snogging Leeza behind the church after one of the masses, or how he heard Erin pray for the health of her baby and had a hard time keeping from chuckling as he overheard her whisper 'Oh, and please let it be a girl, amen' before she ran out of the church. You in turn told him about a new book you were working on, or about your attempts at drawing and painting. You once invited him out for a walk through the small forest behind the church and he happily accepted. And that became a habit too.

However, with every day, every cup of tea, every walk and every Sunday mass, it became more and more difficult for you to be in Paul's almost saintly presence and stop yourself from thinking positively sinful thoughts. More and more you find yourself looking at his beautiful lips, thinking how velvety soft they must be and how sweet they must taste. When he puts his large gentle hand on the small of your back, you find yourself wishing he'd take your face in his hands, or run his elegant fingers through your hair. When he wraps an arm around your shoulders amicably, all you see in your mind's eye are his long, strong arms enveloping you in their heat and safety until you know nothing else. And when he speaks, you imagine lying with him, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and his voice, as he talks to you softly. Not to mention the even more wickedly sinful impure thoughts. All in all, you found yourself desperately, maddly and absolutely in love with your friend, who just so happens to be a catholic priest.

As Easter vigil approached, it became even harder, as Paul seemed to always find a reason to touch you. Brushing his fingers along yours as he was handing you your tea, or laying his hand on yours after you had made him laugh. When on a walk, he'd put his hand on your back more often than not and once, when he discovered a lovely place that overlooked the entire island, he actually led you there by hand, linking your fingers together. You decided you couldn't live like this anymore. To know you love someone and feel them so close to you, only to have them taken away again as reality kicks in feels like a heartbreak every time. To love someone as a friend and needing to have constant self control over yourself, else you let your instincts take over and risk driving the person away is exhausting. And honestly, you weren't even sure what was worse. When Paul once told you 'I'm so glad you're here with me' with that smile of his and the ever so kind and gentle look in his eyes, you wanted to tell him. You wanted to kiss him, to fly into his arms and never leave them and hating yourself for the very thought. And as much as he was fond of you, you knew that he would never leave his flock, wouldn't turn his back to his god for an earthly temptation, and therefore you would never actually know what it was like to kiss him.

Some people took notice of your rotten mood whenever you came down from the high you got when in his presence. Annie tried to cheer you up by her cooking, for which you were eternally grateful, but it didn't help. Sheriff Hassan tried to lift your spirits by telling your far fetched and utterly ridiculous stories from his time as a policeman. You did laugh at all of them, but it didn't help. You could spend hours and hours playing with Pike, but it would never be enough. Erin was the only one who actually addressed the issue openly, pleading with you to tell her what is actually wrong. And, for some bizarre reason, you actually did. You told her about your infatuation with Father Paul and how much he means to you not only as a priest and a friend, but also as a man. Erin listened. She didn't judge you and she didn't mock you. She didn't call you a sinner and she didn't even chastise you. After what felt like hours of you spilling all of your frustration with your predicament, she finally spoke: "You should tell him." "What?" you sputtered, bewildered. "You heard me," she said, "you should tell him. If anything, you'll get it out of your system. Maybe it'll get better." You sat down heavily on her couch and put your head in your hands. You sighed and muttered into your palms. "What was that?" said Erin, genuinely not having understood you. You looked up at her, miserably: "What if he hates me?" You honestly felt like crying, but strangely dull at the same time. "He could never hate you. You're probably his most favourite person on this island, if all the little forest dates are anything to go by," Erin said, amused. You however felt there was nothing humorous about your situation and only covered your face again. "He won't hate you. Just tell him. Maybe you'll even be surprised." Those were words you'd desperately wanted to believe, but found it difficult to. "He's a priest, Erin. After Leeza, nearly the entire island attends his mass. I even saw Joe hanging around at the last one… There's no way… To be honest I-" you stopped for a moment, "I think it might be better if I left."

Neither of you said anything for the longest time. You were softly weeping into your hands while Erin stared at the back of your head in disbelief. "You… You would actually leave? You'd actually leave this all behind?" she was saying as if it was physically impossible to imagine such a thing, "you would leave me and the little one? You would just pack up and leave your home, your neighbours, even after they finally accepted you as one of their own? I'm sorry (Y/N), but that's bullshit!" You winced at the shrill of her voice. "That's bullshit and you know it. Come on," her voice went down again as she noticed your shoulders shake. Gently she rubbed circles into your back before taking a hold of your wrists with her free hand and pulling them away from your face. "Do you mean that?" she then asked, her voice quiet and soft now, "would you actually leave me here all on my own, the only sane woman?" Through teary eyes you looked at her and truthfully admitted: "I would never leave you behind." Erin pulled you close, put your head on her shoulder and made small shushing noises as you gradually calmed down. "I'll tell him," you promised then, "after the Easter vigil."

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The Easter vigil in Saint Patrick's was a beautiful thing to experience. The entire island, including you, walked to the church using candles to light your way while singing hymns. You felt so entirely light as you walked next to the Scarboroughs and the Flynns. You sang too, and you let your heart replace your brain momentarily, just so you could enjoy the celebration. You let the amazing blessed things fall on your shoulders at once. The Flynn family and their reconciliation, the Scarboroughs and their miracle, Erin and her little one, Joe Collie and his ultimate sign to be a better man. All at once you felt the goodness. And it nearly brought a tear to your eye. Good things are still happening and there are good people to experience them. But this all faded as you laid your eyes on Father Paul. He read from the old books up until the crucifiction of Christ, his death and his revival. And while you deeply enjoyed hearing him talk, you suddenly felt like there was a stone blocking your airway. And you felt like it would suffocate you surely, until-

"So how's that for convincing?" asked Father Paul. All people present were slowly leaving the church. Erin looked at you once, gave you a nod, and then left with Riley. "Listen, um," you looked up at him, and your desperation was probably very visible in your eyes, for his entire focus shifted to you, "I need to talk to you. Privately."

Father Paul just nodded and took your hand once more. He didn't let go until you were in the rectory, sat on his bed for some reason. Only then did he ask what's on your mind. It was so quick you hadn't even been able to build your defenses,or make any sort of back up plan, etc. You just decided to speak.

"I can't become a catholic," you blurted out, feeling a bit sick to your stomach. "Oh," said Father Paul immediately, "why not?" "Because I'm sinning right now, father…" "Why is that?" said Father Paul, his cool facade melting ever so slowly. "Because I'm wanting, father. Because I'm lusting. I'm lusting after a man of the cloth and I feel like I love him. I'm a sinner, because I wish to feel his warmth close to me and I wish to be on his mind always. I want him to kiss me senseless and make me his. Forgive me father, for I have sinned and I am sinning as we speak." You caught your breath finally and looked into Father Paul's eyes. They were nearly unreadable to you, but you saw something within them anyway. A hunger. And when you looked a little closer, you saw there was something you could only call love too.

Father Paul Hill slowly wrapped his arms around you and pressed his soft lips upon yours. And for a little while you felt like you were lost. Lost in the divine sensation of sweet soft lips melting against your own. Your fingers tangled into his hair and he grabbed you as if you were the only thing keeping him alive. You moaned softly as he pulled you into his lap. Being so close to him, your entire brain shut down and you only felt the sensations. The sensation of him kissing up and down your neck, of his arms linking around you so tightly, of teeth nibbling on each inch of exposed skin. You were so lost in pleasure and adoration you almost missed the one sentence you wished to hear, but never thought you actually would. "I love you," sighed Father Paul inbetween kisses. You gasped, but recovered very quickly and pulled him tighter into you. Gently, you grasped at his raven locks and made him look at your face; in your eyes. "I love you too," you replied and pulled him close once more. So forbidden and yet so right, you had no idea what would happen next. One thing you did know though; as long as you and Father Paul laid upon his bed, your lips red and swollen from kissing and your hearts light and filled with love - Life is going to be just fine.

I hope you liked it. I’ll be a happy little sucker if you tell me whatcha think or check this story out on AO3 thank xx

#midnight mass #fanfiction #father paul hill #father paul #father paul x reader #father paul/reader #i love you hamish linklater #erin greene #riley flynn #fluff #no smut #sfw #everyone lives au #nobody dies #fix-it #no vampires au #midnight mass fanfiction

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harrystylesboobear · 9 months

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Stupid questions

THIS IS A TICKLE FIC, IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT KEEP SCROLLING:)

I am new at this, and often use different pronouns (she, you) please ignore that:)

also, do not make this sexual, I just this it is cute. and it is based off of movie, not real people.

Spoiler alert for the Annabelle story.

Y/n is at her uncles house and askes stupid questions, he repays with teasing. Lee Y/N, Ler Uncle Ed and a bit of Ler Lorraine.

Characters Ed warren Loraine warren, reader.

1350ish words

Y/n was staying at her favorite uncles house.

"Hey uncle Ed!" Y/n said after she saw him sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Hey sweetheart! come sit down."

she pulled out her phone as she sat down

" no put that phone away, your in the "living room", ya know, a place to talk and visit?" He said "living room" in air quotations to emphasize.

"ugh, what can we even talk about?"

" We could talk about school" He said, knowing your summer holidays are almost over.

"Yea, no."

"Ooh we should talk about the scary stuff" She said as Ed always said she was too young to talk about it.

"Hmmm well you are going into high school now so I suppose its alright."

"Oh my god finally!" She said smiling.

"How about I tell you a story about a doll named Annabelle." He said as Lorraine walked In.

"Ooo is Uncle Ed finally telling you some scary stories?" She said amused that Ed finally let up, as she has told y/n several stories without him knowing.

"Yes Aunty Lorraine! He said hes gonna tell me about Annabelle!" she said smiling.

"That one is scary! are you sure your ready for that?" she said, slightly concerd.

"Yes! I promise"

"Ok are your ready?" Ed said as Lorraine went to sit down in a chair next to the couch.

" It started with a little girl named Annabelle, who passed away in a car crash. "

"Her father was a doll maker who made a doll in her memory, and named it Annabelle."

" A very bad demon called Malthus went into the doll and tricked her parents that it was the spirit of Annabelle."

"After the parents found out, the dad was able to contain the doll with the help of a priest in the closet of Annabelle's old room."

"Years later they invited some orphans and a nun to live in their home."

" One girl was very weak and the doll called to her, unlocked the door in the middle of the night and possessed the girl slowly."

" A big battle happened ending with the demon possessed girl escaping the house with Annabelle."

"She ends up in a orphanage and is adopted. years later she escapes her house to join a demonic cult."

" The neighbors of her adoptive parents got the doll in their possession after the husband bought it for his pregnant wife."

" The possessed child returns and kills her adoptive parents then tried to kill the neighbors but only ends up injuring the wife before being killed by the cops."

" She died holding Annabelle."

" As you can expect there was another battle with Annabelle ending with one of the parents friends sacrificing her life for their child."

" The Annabelle doll was then bought by some med students who then alerted us, and now she is down in our room of spooky things."

"WHY DID YOU KEEP THAT THING??" she asked in absolute disbelief.

"Well because we have to keep it away from people it could hurt" Lorraine said

"Why not destroy it?" she asked actually curious.

"Well because it would just unleash the demon and make it harder to contain" Ed said

"Then why don't you put the demon in a jar or something?"

"Y/n its not a Jeanie" said Ed

"Then cant you send it to the moon?" y/n said now trying to bug him

"Yea sure, if I had a spaceship and a way to magically keep the demon there. It would just come back."

"What if you taught it not to kill people?" Y/n said now giggling a bit.

"What am I going to do? give it a treat if it helps someone and scold it if it kills someone? Bad doll, no treats for the rest of the day" Ed said mocking your stupidity.

"Why don't you give it to someone as a birthday gift? you said now saying anything that sounded remotely stupid in your head.

"Ill give it to you for a birthday gift." Said Ed a little annoyed now.

Lorraine giggled a bit from her char in the room.

"Aunty Lorraine! You should use it as your new teddy bear!" y/n said this now trying to get Lorraine annoyed.

"That's a great idea" Lorraine said as she rolled her eyes.

"Yea aunty Lorraine, you should have a tea party with it!"

Lorraine scoffed at the idea.

"Uncle Ed you could-"

"I know what I could do!" said Ed getting an idea on how to stop the stupid questions.

"What's that?" said y/n genuinely curious at what he was about to say.

"I could unleash a real scary demon, that prays on little girls like you"

Lorraine smiled as she saw where this was going

y/n still oblivious of what was going on asked "Who?"

"The Tickle monster" Ed said knowing that just the word "Tickle" got you blushing

"Uncle Ed! I'm too old for that." She said slightly panicked as she knew how bad it was when uncle Ed did it.

"Who's uncle Ed? I'm the tickle monster" he said as he gave a signal to Lorraine and as soon as y/n stood up to run, Lorraine grabbed her.

"Lehehet mehehe gohoho" she said giggling in anticipation

"No can do sweetheart" Lorraine said as she smiled. After all the ghost hunting she does appreciate moments like this.

Ed started playfully growling as he slowly went towards her and then straddled her on the ground. Lorraine followed and held her hands above her head.

"Nohohoho"

"We know you love this sweetheart" Lorraine said knowing that saying that, even though it was true, made the situation 10x worse for you.

Ed wasted no time in going for her worst spot: ribs. He slowly traced them through the thin shirt you had on.

"Unahaclehehe Ehehed"

"He's not here right now, come again later" he said as he increased the pressure just a bit.

"NohOHoh UNclEhehe Edhehe"

"I told you he wasn't here right now!"

Lorraine put her knees on your hands and started to slowly trace your arms with her long nails. Since you were wearing a t-shirt this tickled really bad.

"AuntHHEhe Lorahihih Lorhahahnehehe"

"What? cant you just make this stop ticking?" Ed said using your stupid questions against you.

"What is that word making it worse? Tickle, tickle, tickle." Said ed.

"UncEHeleheh Ehehehd stoHOHOp"

"First off, wrong name again, and why would I do that? Im having so much fun." He said as he slowly slid your shirt up to reveal your full ribs.

You lost in giggles, didn't notice until your saw the look he gave Lorraine.

In an instant Ed started shaking his hands into your ribs, making sure to get into all the bones. Loraine shoved her hands into your armpits and started scribbling.

With both of these spots being targeted you just screamed.

"HAHAHAHAH OHOHOH MYHAHAH GOHOHOHD GUHUHUHUHUYSASA"

"What why cant you just escape?" Said lorraine

"HAHAHAHA ITSOSOSOSOSO BAHAHAHAHAD IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT BREHEHEHETHE"

"Are you sure?" Ed asked with fake concern. " Cant you just breathe? he said. now smiling and your reaction to the teasing. He wouldn't have went so hard on you, but he knew that you loved this and where practically begging for it.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

You where lost in hysterics, just cackling.

They continued for a few minuets, switching tactics every so often as to avoid you getting used to it.

"Okok im done sweetheart" Ed said in his normal voice, but Lorraine didn't let you go as she knew Ed wasn't done.

"Or am I" He said in a monstrous voice as he blew a raspberry on your stomach.

"Ohoh that's mean" Lorraine said as you scream laughed.

He blew a few more before actually letting you go.

It took you a few minuets to catch your breath, but you recovered as Ed hugged you close.

"Youhohr ruthelehess"

" I know " Ed said happy that you where there.

Taking requests btw. request page pinned

#tword content #tickle comunity #ticklish reader #ler Ed warren #Ler Lorraine warren #tickle fic #the conjuring #ed warren #lorraine warren

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mxliv-oftheendless · 1 year

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Conjuring AU – Alice in Borderland

Welcome to a new AU for Alice in Borderland I’m developing! It’s an AU of the Conjuring movies, featuring Arisu and Usagi as a queerplatonic version Ed and Lorraine Warren, who kick demon ass together and be the best queerplatonic partners/soulmates you’ve ever seen. I’ll hopefully write more and develop more for this AU soon, but for now, enjoy these moodboards!

“We’ve been called many things. We’ve been called ghost hunters, paranormal researchers…”

“Kooks,”

“Wackos… But we prefer to be known just as Usagi Yuzuha and Arisu Ryohei.”

Arisu Ryohei — the psychic

Growing up, Arisu had visions and saw things he could never quite explain. Then one day, when his father took him and his brother to the hospital to visit their ailing mother, he saw a spirit at the side of a child’s bed. It simply stood there, touching the child’s cheek, then turned and looked right at Arisu. No one believed him—his father kept berating him for making up stories, believing he was acting out after the death of his mother, his brother considered him an embarrassment, and his fellow schoolchildren mocked him and called him a freak. Arisu grew into adulthood ready to never be believed… that is, until he met Usagi Yuzuha, the first person to truly believe him.

Now, having formed the demonologist duo with his platonic life partner, Arisu is determined to use his psychic gift to help people being terrorized by the supernatural and who aren’t believed. It takes a toll on him, the visions he sees and the trauma it gives him, but he keeps going anyway. But secretly, deep inside, he grapples with the fear that one day, they’ll face something more powerful than they can handle, and it will make him lose Usagi, the person he cares about the most.

Usagi Yuzuha – the exorcist

One night when Usagi was a child, a hand shot out from under her bed, grabbed her foot, and pulled her to the floor and tried to drag her under the bed. But when she ran to tell her father, he simply led her back to her room and told her to face her fears herself. Usagi, although scared, was a determined and stubborn child, so she curled her hands into fists, banged on the floor, and yelled at whatever was under her bed to go away.

No one ever believed her when she tried to tell others what happened. Her relatives kept telling her father she was simply acting out because her mother left and not telling the truth, and other kids her age laughed and told her she was just too scared. So Usagi learned to not talk about it, and grew up thinking no one had experienced something like that. Until, of course, she met Arisu Ryohei, a young man who’d grown up having visions and seeing spirits when no one else could. She and Arisu decided to stick together after that and start looking into the paranormal together, hoping they could find some explanation for Arisu’s visions and Usagi’s experience as a child.

Years later, Usagi is an experienced exorcist, able to recite exorcism chants in multiple languages and successfully cast out the supernatural forces possessing people. She happily shares Arisu’s goal to help others who need supernatural assistance. She is fiercely protective of her platonic life partner, having seen firsthand what the trauma of his visions can do to him, and will do what it takes to get him out alive and protect him as much as she can from the supernatural. Because she can never forget the one vision Arisu had once that he’s never told her about, the vision so horrible that he locked himself in his room for eight days straight. He’s never told her, and she doesn’t ask—but she can’t help wondering a little why he doesn’t want to tell her about it.

More for this AU will be posted in the future!

#the conjuring #alice in borderland #aib netflix #imawa no kuni no arisu #imawa no kuni no alice #alternate universe #aib au #aib conjuring au #ed and lorraine warren #arisu ryohei #usagi yuzuha #queerplatonic relationship #horror au #yes I made Usagi a badass exorcist #she saw the church’s rule that non-priests couldn’t perform exorcisms and said ‘yeah fuck that’#also they’re in a qpr because I fucking said so #moodboard #aib moodboard

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seaoftales · 3 months

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what's the muses you're thinking about adding?

Buckle up, folks, there's a lot to go through. It goes without saying that adding this many muses would be too much and I most likely won't add all of them in the future.

Assassin's Creed: Oddysey

Kassandra

Bridgerton

Edwina Sharma

Simon Basset

Fandomless Original Characters

Andrea Talverton (bakery/pastry shop owner)

Linda Jenson (cryptozoologist)

Hawaii Five-0 (2010)

Danny Williams

Magnum P.I. (2018)

Ethan Shah

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Loki Laufeyson

Morgan Stark

Yon-Rogg

Once Upon a Time

Killian Jones / Captain Hook

Elsa of Arendelle (mix of OUAT and Frozen)

One Piece

Alric (original character)

Benn Beckman

Bepo

Borsalino / Kizaru

Darya (original character)

Gol D. Roger (canon divergent)

Hongo

Iceburg

Nefertari Vivi

Pell

Perona

Portgas D. Ace (canon divergent)

Portgas D. Rouge (canon divergent)

Rob Lucci

Roronoa Zoro

S-Hawk

Saint Figarland Garling

Silvers Rayleigh

Sir Crocodile

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Uta

Vinsmoke Sora (canon divergent)

Phasmophobia

Blake Richards (original character)

Pirates of the Carribean

Davy Jones

Hector Barbosa

James Norrington (canon divergent)

Will Turner

Resident Evil 7 / Resident Evil 8

Ethan Winters

Stranger Things

Nancy Wheeler

Steve Harrington

The Conjuring Universe

Irene Palmer / Sister Irene

Lorraine Warren

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Adrestia Matentia, the "Banshee" (original character, collector of rare artefacts, Imperial)

Gwendolyn Ravencrone (original character, dragonborn, Nord)

Karliah

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellanos

The Rite

Michael Kovak

The Witcher (primarily game based)

Duchess Anna Henrietta

Eilise (original character, previously found on ladywyverness, about)

Geralt of Rivia

The Young Pope

Lenny Belardo / Pope Pius XIII.

Van Helsing

Gabriel Van Helsing

Velkan Valerious

#❛ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥 ❜ | anon asks #❛ 𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚'𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❜ | out of character

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wearelondonhq · 10 months

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Because this first task is all about connecting, being social, and including all residents of London, it'll be broken into two parts. Part A, thread buddies, will require everyone to have at least one thread with the person they've been paired up with.

The thread can be about anything you wish, but it must have at least 6 notes by the time it's due on July 19th at 11:59pm est. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to reach out. Pairs are below the read more.

Note: Some pairs have a club beside their names. This just means that both characters have signed up for that club which gives the players a potential thread/connection idea.

Please like this notice once you've read it so we know everyone's on the same page!

Anakin Skywalker and Nymphadora Tonks Anna of Arendelle and Tiana (cooking) Bail Organa and Tessa Young (philanthropy) Belle and Elsa (books) Captain Rex and Deputy So & So (brain puzzle) Cassie Lang and Richie Tozier (horror) Ellie Sullivan Bixler and Cyrus (art) Elphaba Thropp and Feyre Archeron Evelyn Evernever and Rapunzel (art) Gale Weathers and Prince Adam (books) Gwen Stacy and Donna Sheridan (dance) Hank Pym and Nancy Wheeler (brain puzzle) Harry Osborn and Padme Amidala (philanthropy) Helaena Targaryen and Bard (gardening) Judy Warren and Neal Cassidy (horror) Kassie Sullivan and Jane Foster (health and body) Leia Organa and Thor Odinson Lemon and Breha Organa (cooking) Love Odison and America Chavez (art) MJ Jones and Morgan Mills (horror) Mark Hoffman and Marinette Dupain-Cheng (cooking) Mia Thermopolis and Scott Lang (philanthropy) Natasha Romanoff and Kanan Jarrus (health and body) Rachel Roth and Prince Hans (books) Regulus Black and Lorraine Warren Richie Tozier and Morgan Mills (horror) Sam Carpenter and Dean Winchester Scarlett Marlowe and Galinda (books) Tony Stark and Gwen Stacy (brain puzzle) Veronica Lodge and Jenny Banks (dance) Yelena Belova and Pietro Maximoff (health and body)

#wal: task

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zooophagous · 2 years

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what would you say is the worst film you've ever watched? not one that's so bad it's fun to watch again and again, but one that you deeply regret ever wasting time on.

The last movie in the conjuring series. I'm a horror junkie, I like goofy schlock and stuff as much as the next horror junkie. I roll my eyes and tolerate the "based on a true story" drek that comes oozing out the tube.

But something about this particular film just left me so angry.

Backstory- this movie follows the story of a man who murdered his landlord in a violent fit, and tried to claim innocence under the idea he was possessed by a demon at the time of the killing. Notable public nuisances and famous pop culture psychics, Ed and Lorraine Warren (the people who had Annabelle the Doll in a glass case in their little museum) injected themselves into the case and got it national attention.

The long short of it is, the guy was convincted, eventually got out and went on to marry his girlfriend who he was seeing at the time of the murder.

Now, with that backstory you probably have an idea of why this film pissed me off. We have a pair of charlatans who are so desperate for attention they decided to stick their noses into an actual violent murder, and we have a young woman who fell in love with a violent man who actually murdered someone in a rage and she wasn't even able to leave him when he was physically in prison for killing a man.

And this is paraded around like a warm and fuzzy feel good ending in which Ed and Lorraine are heroes who saved this poor victimized murderer from some nebulous Satanic witch (because the Satanic panic wasn't bullshit you guys the spooky witches are REAL and they'll get your kids if you let them play dungeons and dragons)

And the worst part is that the murder actually happened so we're cheerfully woobifying someone who actually killed someone in a fit of rage and tried to cover their ass by blaming the devil.

I fucking hate that film. I fucking hate what it stands for and I'm glad the Warren's are too dead to profit off it.

And it wasn't even good.

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jacksonz18 · 11 months

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COM- 321- A: Blog 1

Supernatural and horror films have drawn in audiences for decades with their ability to evoke fear and suspense through otherworldly elements and unexplained phenomena. These films really dive into the realm of the unknown, exploring the terrifying possibilities that are beyond human understanding within this world. They often include ghostly appearances, possessions, haunted houses, and many supernatural entities.

One of the key elements in supernatural/paranormal horror films is the presence of supernatural entities or forces. These entities can take various forms, including ghosts, demons, witches, vampires, or malevolent spirits. They may haunt specific locations like houses, hotels, or abandoned buildings, or they may attach themselves to individuals, leading to possession or other terrifying consequences.These films also explore the themes of fear, vulnerability, and the loss of control.

Supernatural horror often taps into our primal fears, using supernatural elements as a metaphor for existential dread, our fear of death, or the consequences of our actions. The protagonists in these films are typically ordinary individuals thrust into extraordinary and terrifying circumstances, forcing them to confront their deepest fears and fight against the forces that threaten their lives and sanity.

When talking about supernatural and horror films themselves, a movie that comes to mind, and is a real classic is "The Exorcist" (1973) directed by William Friedkin. This movie follows the story of a young girl possessed by a malevolent demon and the efforts of two priests to save her. I believe that it was one of the most influential horror films of its time and set a benchmark for these types of movies. Below is a link/popular source for how it is one of the most influential supernatural movies of all time:

Another movie that was really ahead of its time in the sense of Supernatural horror movies was "Poltergeist" (1982) directed by Toby Hooper. This movie revolves around a suburban family plagued by malevolent spirits that terrorize their home. This film blends supernatural horror with family drama, creating a memorable and suspenseful experience that continues to resonate with viewers after watching the movie. Below is a picture and additional article I found interesting that after over 40 years, "Poltergeist" still sits with audiences who have seen the film:

One of my favorite supernatural horror films is "The Conjuring" directed by James Wan. This movie really encapsulates what the supernatural horror genre is all about. Inspired by real-life paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren, "The Conjuring" introduces audiences to a family tormented by a malevolent presence in their newly acquired farmhouse. Wan's expert direction and effective use of jump scares established this film as a modern classic in supernatural horror. This really incorporates what this genre is all about because of the use of a supernatural entity, while also diving into a deeper story line that could be is a mystery to the people that are watching. Below is some interesting behind the scenes videos/picture's on set with "The Conjuring":

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Below is an interesting article from the Washington Post about the new supernatural horror novel that is gaining popularity. This novel has brought some horror to the novel side of things, and has gained national attention from the Washington Post.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/books/2023/02/05/mariana-enriquez-our-share-of-night/

#Youtube

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The Smurl Haunting.

After flood damage forced them from their Wilkes-Barre home, Janet and Jack Smurl, along with their daughters and Jack’s parents, moved into a Chase Street duplex in West Pittson, Pennsylvania. A bit of a fixer-upper, they put their efforts into repainting, retooling, and repairs. It was at this time that the eerie activity began.

Tools went missing then reappeared; old wall stains seeped through fresh coats of paint. Then the kitchen appliances caught fire even though they were unplugged, and awful odors overwhelmed the house, only to disperse moments later.

Soon, the Smurls were struggling to make ends meet. Mary, Jack’s mother, suffered a heart attack. The ghostly visits, meanwhile, intensified. Mary and Janet claimed to have perceived voices that sounded like one another: Janet thought she heard her mother-in-law calling her name, while Mary thought she heard Janet and Jack in the throes of an argument laden with expletives. Ominous black masses formed and floated through the home. Janet said she was visited in the dead of night by a malevolent force that molested her in her sleep.

Life in the Smurl house grew darker. A light fixture fell from the ceiling, cutting one of the daughters on impact. The family dog was thrown against the wall. Janet said she was picked up by an invisible presence, and then tossed across the room. Jack claimed a succubus entered the living room and raped him. Even neighbors reported hearing screams from the house while the family was out.

Terrified, the Smurls contacted the Warrens. After inspecting the house, Lorraine Warren, a clairvoyant, concluded that the Smurls shared their home with four spirits: a harmless elderly woman, a young and possibly violent girl, a man who suffered and died in the home, and a demon that used the other three spirits to destroy the Smurl family.

Representatives from the Roman Catholic Church in Scranton were uncertain as to what might be causing the activity. Multiple priests visited the Smurls to bless their home; they reportedly encountered “no harmful activity”.

Follow @mecthology for more scary stories and lores. DM for pic credit or removal. https://www.instagram.com/p/CgxWKpcBDR-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#Scary #ghosts #spirit #paranormal #the warrens #creepy #supernatural #scary story #haunting #dangerous #hoax #amazing #history #horror #possession

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