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Christine

lorraine warren x fem!reader

cw: angst, repressed emotions and such

a/n: i love her so bad!!! the lack of fanfics is absurd though... inspired by 'christine' - lucy dacus & a reference to 'i'd have to think about it' by leith ross.

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connecticut felt cold. colder than usual. maybe autumn was coming faster. maybe it was going to rain. whatever it was you were glad it happened. because tonight lorraine held your hand tighter to keep hers warm. you welcomed it, naturally, without hesitation as the three of you walked out of the theater.

but much to your dismay ed hadn't parked far away.

"god that movie was so boring i was fighting not to fall asleep" lorraine complained. you scoffed in response, mumbling an 'i told you so', and she playfully shoved you.

"what? you insisted on watching it after i told you it would be!" you defended yourself with a playful smile.

"whatever." she grumbled, making you chuckle.

"well if you're tired you could sit in the back with y/n and sleep on the drive back" ed, ever the gentlemen, offered. you guess it was nice he cared and preferred she fall asleep comfortably over making her sit on the passenger seat beside him.

"you sure?" he smiled at her, still having her hands interlocked with yours. he thought it was a girlfriends thing. though in your eyes he was wrong, you just hoped lorraine thought so too.

"wouldn't want you exhausted." you could only stare at them smile at each other as you tried your best not to tear your hands away from lorraines grasp.

"thank you." she leaned to press a kiss into his cheek. that's when you looked away.

climbing into the backseat with her you noticed ed taking something from the trunk of his car before getting in the driver seat. he turned to the both of you before passing lorraine a wool blanket so she wouldn't get cold. it all felt natural. him caring for her. as if he'd done it a hundred times. you felt your gut churn at the thought. you know the feeling all too well. you felt it too. it seems you were far more similar to ed than you thought.

lorraine fell asleep quickly after ed started the drive back. as she did, the car fell into an almost awkward silence. but you weren't planning on talking to him any time soon. you were fine with lorraines head on your shoulder, her quiet mutters of nonsense as she dreamt.

you were already halfway back home when ed finally decided to speak.

"she alright back there?" of course, his first sentence to you would be about her. you just hummed, completely uninterested in conversing with him. you knew in a way it was childish. he'd done nothing to you or lorraine. but the mere prospect of losing her to him so easily was enough to make you dislike him.

it wasn't that you were possessive, no. she's had many boyfriends before him. but none of them had compared to him. they weren't as nice as he is, they didn't care about her like he did, mostly they didn't love her like he does.

it was stupid, really. you started to recognize it when he took her out to things you two usually did together. that wasn't out of the ordinary of course. her previous boyfriends had done the same. but before ed it was always;

"it was much more fun when i went there with you."

but with ed she'd call you grinning ear to ear, you could hear it in her voice. that's when you realized he didn't love her like her previous partners did. he loves her like you do.

"so how long have you known lorraine?" he looked at you and lorraine through the rear view mirror. you guess he got tired of the silence and decided it's better to talk about this than nothing. you sighed.

"since we were in middle school." you decided if he was going to talk to you, your responses would be short. you weren't trying to make a friend anyway.

"so you guys are close" you could tell he didn't plan what to say next. you just hummed. a minute of silence passes by.

"do you-"

"you don't have to talk to me, ed. i know you're her boyfriend and all but that doesn't mean we have to be friends." you cut him off. you felt bad, in a way. but you knew saying that was better than enduring painful small talk for another few minutes. so you were thankful when he nodded and you resumed staring at the road from out the window.

“i’m sorry, it’s just, you’re really important to her. and i don’t know what i’ve done to make you… disapprove of me, but whatever it is i’m sorry. truly. i care about her, and you mean so much to her- and i really, really don’t wanna make this lose my chance with her. so could you please, tell me what i’ve done.” he started again. you almost felt bad now. maybe you’ve been too harsh on him. you sighed.

“look, you haven’t done anything. honest. but you’re getting terribly close to her. more than anyone else she’s been with has managed to. you can't blame me for worrying about her a bit. i know you’re a good guy and i’m sorry if i’ve made it seem like i dislike you in some sort of way, but it’s hard to know these days” you half-lied, half told the truth. he nodded his head in understanding. at least he believed you.

“if it makes you feel better i swear i have zero intentions of hurting her. you have my word on it.” you mustered up your best smile.

“thank you, ed.” he nodded. the rest of the ride was filled with lorraines constant murmurs and the sound of tires on gravel until you reached your house. calling lorraines name as softly as possible, you gently nudged her awake until her eyes opened to meet yours. she looked out the window, recognising your house immediately. of course she did, she was always there. she shuffled away from you until you were able to open the car door. but you were surprised to find her leaving the backseat too, following you out. you turned to her before walking back home.

“still on for tomorrow?” she smiled at you. it was dopey and soft. her eyes squinting even more due to her still being half asleep. and my god was it warm.

“wouldn't miss it.” it was your turn to smile. with that, she pulled you in for a hug, and suddenly connecticut felt warmer than usual. you hope she was sleepy enough to not notice you held her tighter.

“sleep well pretty girl.” you whispered to her, she chuckled at that.

after pulling away she opened the door to the passenger seat beside ed and took a seat. all the warmth you felt previously suddenly disappeared. the cold rush of air prominent once more on your skin. So you turned and descended home. reaching your door you turned back. the car hasn't moved. lorraine was fast asleep again, but ed was watching you to ensure you made it inside. he can be nice. you unlocked your door before turning back once more and offering him a wave goodbye. and he grinned, gladly tossing you a wave back and turning to put his car back to drive. you found it difficult to sleep that night, too many things had managed to occupy your head. only thing keeping you steady was that you’d see her face tomorrow. just her.

your evening with lorraine was perfect. lunch was full of conversation and laughs about anything and everything and everything else in between. it tuned out any thoughts you had about the previous night. and him. it didn't stop you from admiring her as she rambled, however. you thought she was either so oblivious to not notice or she was welcoming it. you hoped for the latter.

by the time you two finished, evening was slowly approaching. you offered to get ice cream, you know she’d never pass that up. so to an eager nod; you chuckled and guided you both to the nearest parlor. you got her order out before she got to telling you. she was surprised to find you got her order complete with nothing missing. she’d be lying if she says it didn’t make her smile, or make her heart beat a few times faster. but you were just being a good friend. though how come ed always asks what she wants?

with the park nearby empty, you took the opportunity to occupy a vacant bench. She followed quickly to sit by your side. the bench wasn’t too long, you sat shoulder to shoulder. conversation came easily, until it steered to the topic of ed. something you desperately didn’t need today.

"you think he'll make a mother out of me?" you scoffed at her, facing away to throw away your napkins to the trash can beside the bench before facing her again.

"you'll make a mother out of yourself when the time is ready. raise 'em like you've always wanted."

"by the lake" you both said in whispered unison. it never failed to surprise her how you always remember details about her. whether it was her now, then, or her in the future. she couldn't help but wonder if he’d remember her that easily too.

"you think i'd raise them right?" you hummed in agreement.

"well knowing you, they'd be the first kid to never hurt another." she chuckled. you could feel her laugh vibrating from her body.

“you think too highly of me.” she jokes.

“it’s hard not to.” you tease her back, she rolls her eyes at you. you chuckle in response.

“hey, i hope this- me and ed thing getting serious isn’t bothering you too much.” oh god did he say something to her? you tried to have your face remain neutral.

“no, not at all. why would it?” she looked at you, eyebrow raised and all.

“we spend everyday together. now i spend most of my days with him. i wouldn't be surprised if it does.” you let out your best convincing laugh.

“seriously? lorraine, he’s your boyfriend. i'm not offended you’ve cut spending time with me to be with him. yeah, i miss being with you all the time but i understand. and hey, you still hang out with me. that’s completely enough for me.” you reassure her with a smile. you wish you could tell her the way you actually feel about the situation. but the regret faded when you can see her get peppy and smiley again.

“so glad you’re not the possessive type.”

“you wish.” you tease, making her nudge you to the side with a laugh.

"but if you get married," you start, your voice playful.

"what? you'd object- throw your shoe at the altar?" her tone wasn't serious. it was light, humorous, all the components you needed to joke around. though you couldn't help but think she wasn't entirely wrong. but you simply laughed along with her. doing your best to ease your mind. it's not like it was hard for you to smile when you were with her anyway.

"hey, you joke but i might just" you made her chuckle even more. and you swear you could look at her smile for years.

"what? is that so ridiculous?" the smile on your lips was almost audible in your voice.

"you'd be willing to lose your dignity just like that?" the smile was still adorning her lips while her eyebrows were furrowed lightly, looking at you as if trying to decipher if you were bluffing.

"better than losing you." you were still smiling, albeit with a linger of melancholia at the thought. you couldn't help but notice her smile mirrored yours. until it faded completely, leaving just her subtly furrowed brows and building frown. you'd realized you might've said something wrong. so you turned your face away from her to stare at the grass in front of you. but she didn't budge. eyeing you as if you'd just said the most interesting thing in the world. you didn't dare take your words back.

instead you let her process them. letting a minute of silence engulf you both until she spoke again.

"you'd still lose me. and my respect. you'd lose me regardless" at this you turned your head back to her. you tried to ignore that she subconsciously admitted that you'd lose her in this situation. no matter what happens. still the thought lingered in your mind for a while.

"that's fine. then at least i'd lose you knowing that i didn't lose you to someone that doesn't make you happy." she didn't reply to that. looking off to the side before turning back to you.

"does he?" she raised an eyebrow before realizing you were asking if he made her happy. another passing moment of silence. the hesitation to answer gave you the real answer very quickly. but she'd deny it. she couldn't admit he didn't, at least not in the way she wanted him too. she couldn't admit nobody's made her as happy as she was each time she was around you.

So she nodded. it was impossible for her to lie to you verbally. too scared to look you in the eye, she looked to the view beside you.

"then i'll forever hold my peace" she took in your words and almost regretted lying. for some odd reason she wanted you to know he doesn't make her happy. she doesn't know why. maybe deep down she wants you to destroy her wedding one day. maybe she wanted you to profess your love to her in formal attire while she stood in the chapel wearing a white gown.

"but he doesn't-" a deep sigh. your brows furrowed.

"he does. just not the way i had in mind" not the way you do.

"nobody's perfect" your smile was tight and forced. her eyes were glazed over as she looked at you.

“you are.” you chuckle. the truth behind her words went through you. you always denied the off chance she’d love you back. she was just being nice.

“then it’s too bad i’m not him.” she frowned. maybe in some universe you were. but the chance of being together in another universe provided no comfort to you or her. what was the use if you wouldn’t be satisfied in this universe?

she clicked her tongue as she opened her mouth to take a big breath and let it out in a sigh. she turned her head back to the scene in front of the both of you and you followed suit, letting her rest her head on your shoulder.

connecticut was cold. but it was too bad she wasn’t yours to keep warm.

#lorraine warren x reader #lorraine warren #vera farmiga #the conjuring #fanfic #fanfiction

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chpsticklesbian · 9 months ago

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wait writing a lorraine fic that i might actually post #real #trust

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chpsticklesbian · 10 months ago

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HIII i wanna start writing again... send reqs!! (prefferably angst & no smut)

my previous works; 1 , 2

#larissa weems x reader #lorraine warren x reader #angelique bouchard x reader

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chpsticklesbian · 1 year ago

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kinda wanna open requests so i can write more often

#idk though.......#should i

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chpsticklesbian · 1 year ago

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lorraine warren fic in the drafts i love her so bad

#like that's my babygirl

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chpsticklesbian · 1 year ago

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do u guys actually want a part two bc idk abt it

Champagne Problems

larissa weems x fem!reader

cw: angst, lots of song lyrics usage

a/n: as promised

words: 1,497+

the soft melody of the music flowed and danced along with the pairs that were hand in hand, hip to hip dancing along the wooden floor. your right hand hugged her waist as her right hand held your left while her head rested on your chest. at that moment the two of you weren’t any different from any of the couples surrounding you. you were oozing an almost sickly amount of love. but none of you cared.

you recognized the song the orchestra was playing. ‘the swan’. it was a classic, one of your favorites. you noticed larissa had started to hum along to the tune as you both swayed to the music. you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face at the sound of her humming. you loved whenever she hummed, or sung. you’d always thought her voice was pure serenity. no matter how off key or shrill she could sound, to you it sounded like bliss.

you enjoyed every song she ever sang. but ultimately your favorite was always when she’d sing ‘the tennessee waltz’. the song accompanied you almost every night before you went to sleep. she’d brush her fingers through your hair and sing or hum the song. she’d told you once how she found it odd it was your favorite, the song held a rather melancholic message. you always shrugged and told her the song simply sounded nice when she sang it. she’d smile and thank you. but truth be told you never studied the lyrics enough to realize the meaning behind the song. in fact you never wanted to study the lyrics.

you never wanted to study the lyrics because you wanted her to sing it to you every time.

and now here you were, hand in hand dancing with her, wishing it was her voice accompanying the both of you and not the orchestra.

as minutes passed by you grew nervous, her humming turned quieter. the ring in your pocket almost felt heavier each second. were you making the right choice? maybe your own pep talk wasn't enough. but it's been three years. it's been three years and you still can't get through a day without her. It must be the right choice. right? but what if she-

“i love you.” your thoughts were cut off when larissa spoke, head still resting on your chest. her voice was so smooth, always smoother when she told you she loves you. your worry almost immediately went away, you smiled as your cheeks warmed and you practically melted. it’s the right choice.

you sighed as subtly as you could to prepare the next words you were gonna say.

"marry me." she picked her head off from your shoulder and looked at you.

"what?" she said with a smile and a laughing tone. her eyes searched yours for a trace of uncertainty, maybe even humor. you found it a bit odd, but at the time you'd just thought her reaction was caused by shock or excitement. maybe both. but my god were you wrong.

"marry me." you repeat yourself. larissa's smile faded. the lightness and ease she once held was pulled away from her. still holding her hand, you took your right hand off her waist and reached it in your pocket. you were grateful the circular accessory wasn't difficult to find. pulling it out, you placed it in front of her. the silver simplistic piece of jewelry that once laid on the hands of your mother. of course, larissa didn't know the history of it. maybe if she did she'd take pity on your devotion and say yes that day.

she looked down at the ring and back at you. up and down two times. you should've gotten the hint to stop when she looked at the ring and panic was immediately evident on her face. but you didn't. you'd curse your excitement to this day. with shaky hands and a warm smile, you opened your mouth to speak. the contents of the speech you had drafted for days on end were already prepared on the tip of your tongue. but she stopped you before you could even say ‘i love you’.

"i can't." her words came out breathless and shaky. you immediately closed your mouth. to say you were speechless was an understatement. the pale hand that was once holding yours, had let go. your hand went limp on your side.

the second those two words came out of her you couldn’t help but notice her eyes darted behind you and lingered there for a while. and stupidly enough you turned your head. just to take a look at whatever it was that caught her attention during a time like this.

oh how you wish you didnt turn your head that night. because the second your eyes looked back, they were met with the sight of morticia addams nursing a glass of wine as she grinned while conversing with a friend. it was almost laughable how fast you turned your head away from the sight. almost.

your eyes found larissa’s again. she almost looked sorry, or was it pity? neither, it was fear.

"i'm sorry." she breathed out, brows furrowed. almost as if she was consfused. you'd cherish those words more if you realized it would be the last thing she’d say to you.

she looked at you one last time before walking past you, a light brush of the shoulders as she walked as quickly as she could without making it obvious she was trying to get away from you.

at this point you weren't able to do anything except stand in the middle of the ballroom, ring in between your fingers as the sea of pairs sway around you. you took a shuddering breath in and out before palming the ring and blinking away your shock.

a thousand thoughts gathered in your head. had you read her wrong this whole time? were the three years not enough? but you two were having a great time dancing. it was too much.

your breathing became labored and your eyes began to water. maybe a minute passed by until you felt a tear rush down your cheek. the moistness snapping you out of your stance. thank god people were too focused on dancing to care.

you wiped the tear off your cheek and quickly walked off, clutching the ring in your palm. you didn't know where you were going. everything was spinning and your palms had begun to bleed as the ring dug into your skin. you only stopped when you found yourself standing on the stairs that lead to the party. no one was outside. who in their right mind would be? the party had practically just begun.

you let out a heavy sigh before stepping down and taking a seat on the marble stairs. placing your hand on your knees you opened your palm. the silver, shiny token of love was revealed along with the circular wound. you could only laugh at yourself while placing it back into your pocket.

looking down to stare at your lap, you noticed the heart shaped necklace that was dangling around your neck.

the locket.

your hand reached for the gold charm, and you held it between your fingers, fiddling with it before taking a breath and opening it.

a candid picture of you and larissa that one of your friends took. your arms were wrapped around her neck and hers were tightly wrapped around you. it was taken at an angle which made larissa's face completely visible but all that was obvious from you was your hair and your back. but god how you loved that picture. the smile on her face and the sheer force in which she hugged you was something you wouldn't trade for the world.

a small smile graced your face as you reminisced the moment. the memory now nothing but memory.

you closed the locket and shoved it under your collar.

“fuck.” you huffed out, dropping your head to your knees.

you didn't sleep that night. or the night after. or the next week to follow.

how could you? the only thing occupying your mind were the heaping pile of reasons why larissa would decline your proposal. the reasons you came up with always grew worse and worse.

but as the days flew by and more and more reasons of why she would have rejected you plagued your mind, but only one stuck. you weren't perfect. but the idea only made you start to think that maybe larissa made the right choice. in your eyes, perfection was her. no matter how many flaws she had in her, to you she was perfect. and she deserved perfect. maybe morticia was just that. besides, perfect people deserved perfect love. you thought maybe she knew that and realized you weren’t fit for it.

but through all your sadness and grief, in actuality you were her definition of perfect. but, you were her definition of perfect that she realized too late. you were her definition of perfect when she looked back while walking away from you that night to find morticia, and found her hand in hand, waltzing as she was a few moments ago with you, with gomez.

you were her definition of perfect after she realized morticia would drop her hand while dancing, morticia would leave her in the bustling crowds, and morticia would leave her speechless. but you wouldn't. and yet as the love of her life stood in the middle of the ballroom with a unacquainted ring, and the girl who she thought she loved smiled after the charming man kissed her on the cheek, she couldn't help but wish she was standing in front of you with a ring on her finger. but it was too late. she was too late. or maybe you were too early. but it wouldn’t matter anymore now. would it?

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chpsticklesbian · 1 year ago

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hi omfg i just realized i didn't have my asks open but they're open now if u wanna say smthg

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