#I know I KNOW it's still fall but when Halloween's over I typically succumb to the ol' seasonal depression but this year will be different

[castlebyersafterdark]

Thank you to those who suggested stuff for our post-Halloween hardcore horror movie/tv break because we did fuck all yesterday and watched the entire first season of Only Murders in the Building and now we're almost done with English Teacher. Both are so good!! OMITB is genuinely entertaining and I love the cast and the other show is hysterical. And I don't like to binge shows! But it was 'yeah play another episode, yeah play another." Maybe it was the hangover maybe it was just wanting to sit there and shut my brain off and absorb a show but - cosign the recs from yall on these two. Promising for the rest I was given 😁 Quite a list I have to get through but it's going to be a long winter...

[beachbabywrites]

Nothing Scares Me Anymore // A Mary Eunice imagine

REQUEST: “Mary Eunice being seduced by a possessed patient?”

A/N: This was requested in like September for the Halloween prompts but it didn't feel right then but I decided to revisit it and I’m kinda happy with the results. Anyway, tw for Very Brief period typical and religion based internalized homophobia, demons???? 

"Good morning, (Y/N), if you don't put that book down you'll be late to Mass." Sister Mary Eunice announced as she walked into your little room, smiling already and heart beating fast. She had stood in the hallway for 30 seconds preparing herself to see you. "I also know you haven't had your medications yet so if you will please head down to the community room before getting ready for the day that would be lovely."

"Yes, Sister." You answered and obediently put your book down.

The blonde smiled as you stood and waited for you to reach her before saying, "Don't forget, I need you in the library today instead of the bakery." When you nodded at her, she slipped out of the room quickly and took a breath to steady her nerves.

As she took attendance at Mass, Mary noted you were sat alone, as usual in the front of the room. The rosary she had helped you make was in your hands as you stared at the statue of the Holy Mother. Mary was proud of how far you'd come,  She could have stood there for a bit longer, watching you at peace if one of the elder sisters hadn't pushed her along. Mary couldn't help but feel shame then as she knelt, there were several women within the hospital who were patients because they acted on the same thoughts and urges young Mary Eunice was having, and here she was thinking them and lusting right before the statue of the Madonna and her baby.

"We're gonna summon a demon do you want to help us?" A woman maybe twice your age asked in the day room where you sat curled up in a stiff oversized chair flipping through a worn novel.

You blinked in surprise, the boldness yet complete nonchalance threw you off, held your book tightly. "N-no? May I ask why?"

"I read about it in a book before I was put in here. It was all the craze when I was a child. Talking to the dead like you're making a phone call. C'mon you have to try."

"No, I'm good."

"If you don't join in the circle you're in danger of being possessed." Another voice added before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

"I think I'll just sit here and read my book." You replied softly and turned your body away from them. The group in front of you began to whisper in gibberish, the woman insisted it was a Latin incantation, but you were doubtful of just how much Latin they knew. As their whispers grew more intense, your unease grew and you contemplated calling Sister Mary to you.

Your heart was thumping wildly against your chest as you prayed one of the nuns walking around the room would hear them conspiring and arguing over the best way to go about bringing evil. None of the women were paying attention to this group as they went about their own daily tasks and aided the patients that needed more attention. Sister Mary Eunice was speaking to a woman who was near hysterics as she wailed and motioned wildly towards the window as lightning cracked along the sky.

"Please knock that off." You asked them and you were shushed. The leader of the makeshift ritual threw her head back and let out a low growl.  You jumped up and shouted but as Sister Mary turned towards you the lights flicked out as thunder rattled the windows.

The change was subtle but it was enough to alarm even Sister Jude, who was watching the Monsignor pace her small office.

"I've sent a letter to the Vatican, I'm waiting for approval to move forward." The priest told her. "If the story is true, if a demon was summoned into our hospital, we need to act quickly."

"We've been waiting for three weeks. She's been acting out, she's been aggressive towards other patients and the nurses. Something is not right and I'm not sure if we should wait. Not anymore. I think it will be easier to ask for forgiveness for premature action than if we act too late."

He folded his arms in front of him and watched Sister Jude.

"You may be right. There was a case in St. Louis right after the second war where that we might need to revisit. There's an official write up for it in the library resources. Go fetch that and I'll begin my preparations."

"What are you doing?" Mary whispered. She had meant for it to come out louder, bolder, but the sight before her shocked her. "Please, cover yourself. This is indecent. Please, the orderlies are making their rounds, they're going to see you in this state of undress." She insisted but she was frozen in the spot she was standing, back pressed against the cement wall, clutching the cross around her throat.

"Oh, Sister Mary." You giggled. As you spoke she looked around your room and noticed the rosary you had crafted together was broken on the dresser. "I've never seen you turn so red. I found it in the donated boxes in the basement. I can't believe you were going to just let it be thrown away. Do you like it?" Your fingers brushed over the cheap lace and faux silk as the unspoken 'on me?' hung in the air, chipping away at Mary's morals and beliefs.

"No! No, I don't." Mary was appalled. Her heart was pounding, her stomach churning. No matter how fiercely she denied the heat in her core, she did like it, the cream colored fabric was just a bit too small, too short, showing off so much more skin than she could handle. The question that left her lips next was directed both at herself and you. "What has gotten into you?"

You batted your lashes at her and let your head fall back a bit, exposing your neck and chest. "Nothing's gotten into me, Sister Mary Eunice. I've just finally figured out how to get what I want. And I want you." She inhaled sharply as you pushed yourself off the bed, walking like you were on a tight rope, one foot in front of the other, movements abrupt like you may not have had full control of your own body. Deep in her mind, Mary knew you weren't the one speaking to her, you just couldn’t be, but if she stayed any longer, she would succumb to whatever it was that was staring back at her from behind your jewel-toned eyes.

"I'm going to get Mother Superior." She huffed out and stepped towards the door, knuckles white on her cross.

"No, you're not."

"Excuse me?"

"You're not going to because you want this as bad as I do." Mary has frozen again, her heart beating so hard her chest ached. "I saw how you looked at me before, all love-sick and blasphemous. Why are you denying me now? We're alone finally. We can be alone as long as we need."

"You requested me in here to confess a sin, so confess and let me leave."

"I am confessing, Mary Eunice. And you're free to go whenever you'd like. I won't stop you."

Mary knew she could grab the door and just slide out of the room. She knew what kind of punishment she would be in for if she were caught with you in this state of dress but, she couldn't leave. Was it fear that was holding her in this spot? Denial? Intrigue? Lust? Whatever it was, she was glued to her spot in your room and anticipating your next action with a thumping heart.

She wasn't, however, anticipating on you dropping to your knees before her, hands flat on your thighs as you looked up at her with wide eyes and a faux-innocent 'what next?' look. Mary was breathless, her mind racing but blank at the same time, nothing useful passing through her train of thought. She closed her eyes tightly when your hands slid around her calves slowly, nails catching on the black tights under her habit.

"You can tell me to stop." You whispered but the words felt taunting to Mary because while your cold hands moved farther up her legs, up the side of her thighs, she realized she wouldn't stop you. She wouldn't dream of it. And she told you so.

There was something about the flush on Mary's cheeks and neck, the soft gasp she let out when your hands were close enough to the sweet spot between her thighs to excite her. Triumph, maybe. She opened her eyes slowly when you pulled your hands back, she felt a small run tear in the thin material at her knee from your nails.

"Lean back Sister." You urged and tried not to gloat over how quickly she leaned back into the wall. The position was awkward for her, uncomfortable even, but when you took the ends of her habit in your hands and pushed it up to her hips her comfort was the last thing on her mind.

She didn't have time to react to being exposed in such a way, your mouth was on her; she was so wet and mind-blown and she wanted your tongue on her, the heat from your breath through her tights and plain cotton panties were almost excruciating. 'Please' was whispered with a thrust of her hips.

She was hesitant to open her eyes, to look at you down on your knees between her legs, sure Mary was still fully dressed but she felt exposed in every sense of the word. She gasped when she did open her eyes, your eyes were sharp on her face, relishing in her blush and the noises that slipped past her pink lips.