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Scrawled in Sand: A Midnight Mass Fanfiction by AugustaRambles
Fandoms: Midnight Mass (TV)
12 Jul 2026
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John Pruitt returns to Crockett Island with the intention of bringing it back to its former glory with the help of an Angel of God, but what good are his plans when the object of his affections has died before he even made it back to the states? How would grief change his path, and how would true connection and friendship help alter the course of his life?
Kate Owens is new to Crockett, having come to take care of the estate that was left to her by her aunt. Coming from Texas, it takes her awhile to adjust to the cold and dark of a Maine winter. When the spark of friendship between her and the enigmatic priest blossoms into something more, she finds herself wondering if it's worth the risk to fall in love just one more time.
Scrawled in Sand is a canon-divergence of Mike Flanagan's Midnight Mass. All of my love to the cast and crew of Midnight Mass; you've saved me in ways I can't adequately express.
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13 Jul 2026
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Thirst Trap by LittleRedRidingCat for All My Beautiful Stone Cold Weirdos and Father Meow Meow Lovers
Fandoms: Midnight Mass (TV)
31 Dec 2025
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It’s a goddamn humdinger of a disaster, and it’s absolutely not your fault.
It’s not.
It’s Erin’s fault, and you’ll go to your grave saying it.
She got you into that fucking church. She encouraged you to “use it as an opportunity.” Yeah, you’re never going to let her forget this as long as you’re both breathing.For now, all you can do is stare at the last page in what is the third basic black-and-white composition notebook you’d managed to fill during your time on Crockett. Your pulse picks up, and you hope it means you’re going to have a major coronary episode that ends your life because right now, it seems easier to die than to show your face in the general store, the small Co-Op, or St. Pat’s – especially St. Pat’s – ever again.
“Fuck. I’m toast,” you think.
Sometimes, a writer just needs a little divine inspiration.
When you find yourself trying to eek out a new novel for Bold Stroke Books (and, yes, you write *those* novels) Erin takes you to church. It's a strange move that doesn't make much sense - until you see the new priest.
He might not save your soul, but he could be the key to saving your career.Bookmarked by sparetooth
11 Jul 2026
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Crush (good men die too, i'd rather be with you) by achillescome_down
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
16 Jun 2026
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If Robby hovers, then Jack crowds. If Robby is keeping an eye on her, then Jack is staring right through her. Nico doesn’t fool herself into thinking Robby’s…closeness is anything more than his thorough teaching style. Even if the closeness makes her squirm, it makes her stomach twist with a different kind of nerves. Even if she likes that sometimes, when she has a moment alone, she can smell his deodorant on her scrubs.
With Jack, it’s a whole other thing. The man has a problem with eye contact and physical boundaries. He’ll stand behind her, talking her through a procedure, one arm practically wrapped around her waist to guide her hand, his voice a low rumble in her ear. She’ll lean back into him, making sure to brush against him a little more than is necessary. He stands too close to her, she stands too close to him, their hands brush as they rotate a man’s lung 180º to slow the bleeding, it’s all real fucking romantic if you asked her.
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20 Apr 2026
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“Whitaker, you need to sit down. You have a concussion.” The voice next to him tries to tell him, and it's almost familiar this time.
“Yeah I realized that, I am a fuckin' doctor. Student doctor. Whatever.” he replies, turning to squint at the man sitting next to him. “Look, can you just get Dr. Robby? He’ll tell you I'm fine, I gotta get back to work, I got… patients and shit.”
The man looks at someone behind him, some expression he can’t quite figure out. He starts to say something else, and—oh shit he’s gonna throw up fuck—he tries to lean away and not vomit all over anyone else. He doesn't quite make it.
“Shit,” yeah, he definitely ruined that guy’s shoes. Whoops. “Sorry.”
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