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pascaloverx · 2 months ago

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DEVIL (+18)

Summary: You are a demonic creature, capable of doing whatever you please, whenever you wish. Your goal on Earth is to terrorize as many souls as possible. Until, in a small community, you find the perfect victim for your mischievous games: Father Charlie Mayhew.

Author's Note: Frankly, I just needed to write something about this character portrayed by Nicholas Alexander Chavez. The character and others, apart from Y/N, are not my creation. They belong to the Grotesquerie (2024) universe created by Ryan Murphy. So, dear readers, I must say I didn’t expect to write more than one chapter for this fanfic. But here we are now at the third chapter. I’d love to know if you’d like more chapters or if you’re satisfied so far. Depending on how this chapter performs, I’ll bring you more sinful priest content. I’ve also been considering the possibility of writing another fanfic featuring Dr. Charlie Mayhew (those who follow Grotesquerie may already know him). If you’re interested, feel free to comment. Thank you to everyone who reads my fic. See you soon!

Content Warning: This chapter contains adult language as well as adult content.

TWO FOUR

THREE

"Free yourself from Father Mayhew, demon. There is nothing more pathetic than being emotionally involved with a mere sinful mortal. Kill him, soon." The message arrives in a self-destructing letter, signed by the dark master, as if it were meant to intimidate you. You let out a laugh, dismissing the threat with a wave of your hand. You’ll part with your priest when you choose, not even Satan himself will sway your decision. The warm water envelops you, fragrant bubbles rising around you as you sip your wine, savoring the luxurious moment. It’s a reminder of your power, of the pleasures you can indulge in. As the warmth seeps into your bones, you can’t help but think of Father Mayhew, his struggles, and the delicious chaos you’ve woven into his life. This game has only just begun.

Until his voice fills the space, your priest is calling out for you. “Forgive me, Father, but I wish to continue sinning. I miss the demonic essence of the sinful creature that invades my mind every morning and night. I will not deceive you; I want that demon for myself, just as I fear that I no longer belong to my Blessed God, but rather to her. She has infected me, like a disease. She inhabits my skin, as if she seeks to dominate me. If it is your will, quench the thirst I have for her lips. Erase the memory of her skin against mine, but I implore you, Almighty God, bring her back to me.” You’ve avoided him for days since your last encounter, as it should be. Otherwise, it would seem like you are taking his side, sparing him from the consequences of his desires. The game continues, and you revel in the anticipation of his next move. Each prayer, each desperate plea only deepens your resolve, drawing you back into his world. The tension between sin and devotion creates a thrilling dynamic that you can’t ignore.

Suddenly, the taste of alcohol in your wine no longer intoxicates you. You crave the taste of him on your lips. He is not the only one feeling sick; you sense that he is infecting you as well. Resisting temptation is becoming nearly impossible. You step out of the bath, hair still damp, contemplating your next move. A red dress lies on your bed, paired with matching heels on the floor of your room. It is time to go and make a confession.

You slip into the dress, feeling the fabric hug your form perfectly, and the heels elevate your presence, transforming you into a vision of temptation. The mirror reflects a figure that embodies both allure and danger, a demon ready to weave her spell once more. You arrive at the church abruptly, using your powers to teleport to the entrance of the sacred space. The familiar scent of incense and polished wood surrounds you as you step inside, the heavy doors closing silently behind you.

The priest Mayhew stands before the altar, clad in leather pants that leave his butt exposed, as if he has emerged from the depths of the most sinful fantasy. He wears a sheer lace nightgown that accentuates his form, embodying an alluring mix of innocence and decadence. As he extinguishes the flickering candles, there is an air of temptation surrounding him, making the scene both captivating and provocative.

He hears the thunderous sound of the doors closing behind you, turning to look at you as if he’s about to melt under your gaze. A sly smile plays on your lips as you approach him slowly, without uttering a word. With each step you take toward him, he seems to lose his breath, anticipation palpable in the air. "Are you really here?" he whispers as you come to stand before him, his hand gripping the candle snuffer tightly.

You gaze at him from head to toe, using your powers to reignite all the candles once more. "The way you’re speaking, it sounds like you've been hallucinating about me, Father Mayhew," you say, bringing your face closer to his to murmur, "I prefer the flames lit, if you don't mind." Then, you gently take the candle snuffer from his trembling hands.

"I feared you’d never return, that I'd lost the chance to…" Father Mayhew begins, though he trails off, seeming entranced by your scent as he closes his eyes, breathing you in deeply. You toss the candle snuffer into a distant corner of the church, feeling the candlelight’s warmth casting a glow over your skin. "So much fear that you resorted to prayer to bring me closer?" you say, your words nearly brushing his lips. His eyes open, meeting yours, as if filled with something unsaid, struggling to form the words he dares not speak.

"I didn’t know who else to turn to, to have you near again. And talking to God is… well, what I do best, so I thought it was worth a try," Father Mayhew says, a trace of a seductive smile on his lips, unable to hide his excitement.

"Are you aware that your request was never heard by your God, but rather by a far lower realm? That's why I'm here." Your gaze remains serious as he processes this revelation, realization dawning in his eyes. His expression, rich with guilt and desire, compels you to place your hands on his face, your thumbs tracing the edges of his lips, soft against his skin. His eyes drift shut as he leans into your touch, surrendering to the moment.

"I feel as though, to see you again, I’d set this place ablaze until nothing but ashes remained, demon. I wasn’t joking when I said you were infecting me," Father Mayhew’s voice is low, gravelly, as though he desperately wants you to understand his sincerity. When he opens his eyes, it’s as if he’s allowing you to glimpse the turmoil inside him, a fragile resolve on the brink of surrender. You lean towards him, licking between his lips.

"Let me be your faith, your cure; I promise, Father, I’ll show you how serving a darker purpose can be… fulfilling," you murmur, brushing a brief, enticing kiss over his lips. His eyelids flutter weakly, as if each blink is his attempt to convince himself this is real. Suddenly, you feel his strong arm around your waist, drawing you close until you're pressed against him, his breath warm and heavy against your neck. The sweet scent of him fills your senses, leaving no doubt of his surrender as he pulls you into this forbidden embrace.

"Take me as yours, sinner. Possess me, demon. I've wanted to know what it is to belong to you since the moment you set foot in my church," Father Mayhew breathes, closing the distance between you with no hesitation. His lips find yours in a fervent kiss, his tongue tracing over yours as if to claim you entirely, the intensity of his need nearly overwhelming. It’s as if, in this moment, he truly believes you both could merge into one, the heat of it igniting between you in an almost unbearable way. You're almost impatient, you need to feel him. It seems for a moment that he understands this, as he He lifts you up with his arms, you leaning on his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips still against yours as he carries you to one of the church benches. He sits down, positioning you on his lap. His hands make their way inside your dress, and yes, he holds your ass firmly.

"Father, I have sinned. I believe there is a suitable punishment for me so that I may be forgiven." You speak in a sly way as if to provoke him, seeing Father Mayhew's eyes darker, with a slight air of perversion. He grabs your ass tightly, moaning close to your ear as your pussy rubs lightly under his cock. You pull his hand towards you, removing it from your ass, and licking two of his fingers. You taste Father Mayhew's fingers while keeping your gaze fixed on him. You then guide his fingers inside your pussy. As soon as his cold fingers enter you, you let out a moan, still holding his hand to go deeper into your pussy.

"Tell me what punishment you think is appropriate for a nefarious sinner like you. Show repentance and you will be forgiven,"Father Mayhew is sticking his fingers deep inside you, who were slowly losing your sanity. Sometimes you rolled over Father Mayhew's fingers hoping to feel him even deeper inside you. The speed at which his fingers were fucking you was supernatural, you could feel how hard Father Mayhew's cock was getting just from you bouncing under his fingers. His available hand was helping you with the movements, helping you arch your body more while holding your waist. Your hands at that moment were wrapped around his shoulders, almost grabbing his neck. At some point when his fingers entered faster, you almost let out a groan, pulling Father Mayhew's hair back, leaving his neck arched in front of you. You reached down to the exposed area of his neck and took hold of it, biting down hard as Father Mayhew continued to finger fuck you. He let out a low moan that sounded like he was enjoying the feeling of your teeth digging into his skin.

In an erotic way, he murmurs "You can taste my blood and satisfy all my desires, demon." It's like he's giving himself more and more to you, which makes you even more horny for him. Bobbing up and down on his fingers with an animalistic ferocity, you feel Father Mayhew's skin cut into your mouth as you sink your teeth into his neck. The sweet taste of his blood fills your mouth, at times like these, you wish you were a vampire and drank all the warm blood of your sweet Father Mayhew.

"Father Mayhew, if I could explain to you what it feels like to take you in this way, rest assured, all the demons would be lining up to taste it." You say pushing yourself even harder against Father Mayhew's fingers until he begins to gently massage your clit while fingering you. You find yourself moaning out countless curse words as you hold onto Father Mayhew until you cum all over his fingers. Your satisfaction is so great that you immediately capture his lips with yours in a breathtaking kiss. For a moment it seems like you're battling to see who can leave the other breathless. His tongue exploring every part of your mouth while his fingers are still buried in your pussy. The taste of his blood that was in your mouth becoming predominant, making the kiss even wilder. As soon as his lips leave yours, you feel a desperation for more. He removes his fingers from inside you and, keeping his gaze fixed on you, licks his fingers covered in your cum.

"You may be a demonic creature but you taste heavenly, demon." He murmurs close to your ear as he finishes tasting you. You hold his face in your hands and then give him a kiss, more calmly. You pull yourself out of his lap between kisses, heading towards the lit candles. Father Mayhew quickly removes his garment, throwing his clothes on the church floor. You slowly walk towards him with the candle in your hands, feeling the heat of it warming your hand. He is naked, with an erect cock.

"You know, Father Mayhew, one of the best parts about being involved with a demon is the countless ways you can explore new experiences," you whisper, settling into your Father Mayhew's lap. Since you came to church without panties, as soon as you sit on him, his cock enters your wet pussy, almost sliding inside it. You both moan from the delicious sensation of feeling each other.

"Let's see if you like this one..." You say, giving him a long kiss, feeling him completely surrendered to you. Holding the lit candle under his neck, as the candle melts, burning Father Mayhew's skin, you hear him let out a pained grunt. He lifts his face towards you, holding tightly onto your waist as he feels the pain. You're enjoying yourself, but as soon as the candle melts once more, you run your tongue over the parts of his body that the candle hurt. He shivers at the sensation of your tongue moving from his neck to his chest but seems relieved when the pain subsides.

"You will be the death of me, demon." Father Mayhew speaks and then kisses you aggressively, as if he is thirsty for your lips. He bites your lip as he kisses you, as if he wants to return the pain you caused him in such an erotic way. You then grind under his cock, making him throw his head back with the pleasure of feeling his cock entering your pussy even further. It's delicious to see him lost in lust, so you start to move up and down on his cock. He holds his arms around your waist as if he is holding you to him while you ride his cock almost madly. His moans make you almost overflow with pleasure as you ride his cock like you're riding a horse. Father Mayhew at one point removes his hands from your waist and tears your dress with his hands, right at the neckline. Your breasts are on display, which seems to be his goal. He puts his hands around your breasts, pinching the tips of your nipples. You let out a drawn-out moan as you feel his cock filling you and the delicious sensation of his hands stimulating your breasts. His lips begin to bite one of your breasts, sometimes biting the nipple, sometimes sucking. The feeling of his tongue on your skin is devilishly delicious, his soft lips delighting in your breasts, while he starts licking the other breast while stimulating the other with his fingers. The rhythm of your bouncing on his cock increases as you feel yourself coming again and you want to give Father Mayhew the same feeling. Your pussy is taking Father Mayhew's cock so well that it doesn't take long before you both cum, moaning loudly as his cum finally fills you. For a second you both stare at each other, breathless and surrendered to each other. He smirks as he stands up from the church pew, his cock still inside you, carrying you with him.

"Blow out the candles, demon," he whispers close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Using your powers, you blow out the candles, only for Father Mayhew to throw the candles along with other religious items that were under a table onto the floor.

"What are you doing, Father Mayhew?" you ask, genuinely wondering what he wants. He rests your ass on the table, using it as support to then put his cock in you, with more precision. He slowly thrusts his cock into your pussy while holding your legs so you don't fall. His nails scratching all the way from your feet to your thighs. You grip his hair tightly, pulling it back as Father Mayhew begins to pick up speed in his thrusts.

"I'm giving you reasons not to take so long to come back, memorable memories to keep you tied to me." He says, looking at you, while he thrusts his cock into your pussy without mercy. You then hold Father Mayhew's ass as you feel your orgasm come, feeling him fuck you so good. Father Mayhew's cock enters you deep in one swift motion and you cum, squeezing his ass hard. Your legs are already weak even though you are not human, your body behaves like a human body. Still, you wrap your legs around Father Mayhew's waist as if urging him to finish what he started. He captures your lips with his as he thrusts his cock into you two more times before cumming while still kissing you. Then he rests his head on your shoulder, clearly exhausted. And for a moment it's like you're between heaven and hell. He desecrating the sacred environment and breaking celibacy, you ignoring hell's orders to capture his soul.

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nylaboon · 3 months ago

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can you do rodrick heffley x gn reader who is also in a band and is the drummer ? maybe like an enemies/rivals to lovers situation idk

You and I — Rodrick Heffley

"Without you there is no reason for my story / And when I'm with you I can always act the same / Forever, yeah, if we're together / We can make it better"

— in which your rivalry finally concludes.

rodrick heffley x gn!reader

tags: rivals to lovers, not proof-read, kinda rushed at the end

notes: bless your soul for requesting this, i had literally so much fun writing it <33 i also took inspiration from lemonade mouth for the setting, which is a fuckin banger movie

Like a coyote and a lamb. Like a predator and its prey. He was always there—watching. Waiting for the moment you slipped up. At least, that was his excuse. Whenever someone asked, "hey Rodrick, if you hate y/n so much, why are you always showing up to their band's gigs?" he'd always say the same thing.

He craved your embarrassment. It's always been that way.

You had a better reputation. Despite your band being as popular as his (so not very), people never criticized it because your music was decent. And you—in his eyes—were perfect. You were everything he sometimes wished he was. You had what he wanted. Even if what you had wasn't much to be proud of, he still wanted it. Rodrick Heffley was jealous of you. Of the way people looked at you and not him. So, to see him sitting at a table all alone, staring right at you; not trying to be subtle in the slightest. It wasn't surprising, and it definitely wasn't new. In fact, you'd be shocked if he missed any of your gigs.

You were playing at a pizza joint, which was probably not the ideal place for a rock band to play, but your group was taking whatever they could get. A gig is a gig and publicity is publicity. It was a win-win in your book. Aside from Rodrick's envious glare from across the room, it was a good night.

Until after you guys played, at least. See, there were four of you. Ryan, the lead guitarist. Courtney, the vocalist. Owen, the bassist. And you, the drummer. All four of you were equally a mess. A very unorganized mess.

After playing, you treated yourselves to pizza and refreshments to celebrate a good night. The thing was that Courtney and Ryan were dating, and they weren't uncomfortable with the concept of PDA. Fortunately for Owen, his mom picked him up early. You, however, were not lucky, meaning that after taking a moment in the bathroom, you came back to see the booth you were sitting at empty, aside from the leftover food.

You knew Ryan and Courtney long enough to know what happened. They were either making out in the backseat of his car, or they left the property completely and drove back to one of their houses to make out. And considering the fact that Ryan was the one who picked you up, you were completely fucked. Your dad's car was stuck at a repair shop and your mom had no clue how to drive. You couldn't even catch an Uber because you were broke as hell.

Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was the universe being your number one hater.

One thing led to another and now you're sitting in the passenger seat of Rodrick's van, holding onto the grab handle for dear life as he sped down the street. Your drum set slid around the back of the van, taking hard hits every time he took a sharp turn. If he kept this up any longer, you'd probably get carsick.

"For the love of all things holy, slow down!" You desperately yelled over the sound of the engine purring. He gave you an unimpressed look before sighing and slamming his foot onto the brake, making the car come to a sudden stop. You almost flew out of your seat from the impact.

"Of course," he began, "leave it to y/n to ruin the fun." You brushed your hair out of your face and sent a glare his way.

"I'm sooo sorry for worrying about our safety," you shot back sarcastically. "Could you maybe try to drive like a normal person, for a change?" He glanced out his car window and smirked, pretending to put effort into considering your request.

"Huh, let me think about it... No." His smirk dropped and was replaced with his usual look of displeasure. You scoffed and threw your head back against the headrest in defeat. You should've known asking him such a thing would be a waste of breath. It's not like this was your first time driving with him. Every time you asked for him to slow down, he just ignored you; pretending that he couldn't hear you basically screaming over the engine. But for some reason, he didn't do that this time...

When he started driving again, he only went two miles over the speed limit instead of the usual twenty-plus. He was listening to you, and it was weird. Not that you hated it. Much like any normal person, you were quite grateful that your life wasn't currently on the line because of an idiot of a driver. It didn't even make sense for him to have a driver's license.

At least, you assumed he had one.

Thanks to the speed he was going, you managed to calm your racing heart and relax your muscles. You let go of the grab handle and let your hands fall to your lap. A beat of silence passed as Rodrick focused on the road.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" You asked, referring to the gig. The boy beside you didn't spare you a glance, keeping his eyes focused on the road in the meantime.

"Do you even have to ask?"

"Y'know, you usually say no, but I saw you bopping your head a few times." In response to your comment, he slammed the brakes a second time, causing your body to fly forward aggressively. You cursed under your breath and rubbed the back of your head to soothe the pain from banging into the headrest.

He, however, was unfazed and proceeded to drive. "Can it, asswipe." But you could see the hint of a smile creeping up on the corner of his lips. You rolled your eyes and rested your head against the car door window. "Why are you so..."

"So?"

"...I don't know. Why do you hate me so much?" It's not like you ever did anything to hurt him. When you first met, you tried to be nothing but kind to him. Yet, ever since he found out about your little talent, he made his strong disdain for you clearer than glass. "It's like you enjoy being confusing."

He hesitated, debating on whether to answer your question or leave you guessing. On one hand, he didn't feel like having this conversation with you, but on the other, he knew that you wouldn't take the latter for an answer.

"I don't hate you. What makes you say that?" He asked innocently, trying his best to walk around your question. You gave him a look of disbelief and sneered at his utter bullshit lie.

"You don't hate me? Yeah okay, that explains why you're always glaring at me at every chance you get. Why you always mock me whenever I say literally anything. Why you try to get in crashes every time you drive me home."

"To be fair, I always drive like that," he spoke in defense. "And I don't glare at you all the time."

"Then what—the hell—were you doing while I was playing?"

"Inspecting you." You rolled your eyes for what had to have been the hundredth time that night. Of course he wasn't holding himself accountable; why would he? He didn't owe you anything, and you never expected any less. "You're not special, y/n. Are you that self-centered that you think I have a problem with you?"

That question angered you. He was obviously trying to get under your skin, and by God, it was working. "I'm not self-centered, dipshit. I'm observant. So now that we're alone, you might as well tell me what your problem is, Rodrick."

For the second time, he was silenced. But it only lasted for a little while. Contrary to the stern look on his face, his voice was soft. "I don't hate you, y/n," he reiterated. "You're just... I don't know how to feel about you."

It was like a never-ending battle with himself. He wanted to hate you, but he couldn't. He had no valid reason to. You were nice to him no matter how many times he chose to be a dick to you. He wasn't confusing, Rodrick thought. You were confusing. Why were you so nice to him? He never deserved it. How long would it take for your patience to finally run low? Yeah, you were doing better than him in terms of social hierarchy, but you had no control over people liking you. And that answered a question for him so flawlessly: if you weren't in the picture, would anything change? Would he have the spotlight?

The answer was short, but far from sweet. Nothing would change. He'd still be the Rodrick that everyone knew and hated. You were a naturally likable person, while he was the odd one out. If he was to hate anyone, it should've been himself.

"You annoy the hell out of me and you don't even have to try." It was absurd. "You make me think about how much of an asshole I am, and I hate thinking about my actions." You held back a laugh but allowed a smile to fall upon your face.

He continued his rant. "I guess what I'm thinking is that you're a perfect example of who people want me to be. And with you being a drummer as well, it's just even more annoying. Like a comparison for everyone to see." It was like he was in your shadow, and you weren't even aware of it.

You took a deep breath and let the air escape through your nose. His words were a lot to take in, and you weren't expecting such hard-hitting reasoning from such a dull guy. Then again, you always knew he didn't apply his full potential in certain situations, so it was hard to tell with him. "Rodrick," you started, your voice soft and understanding, "I'm not all that great, and I really hope you know that. Don't beat yourself up just because I'm too much of a coward to be mean to people."

He raised an eyebrow at your words, urging you to keep talking. You complied. "The only reason why I'm not going around cursing people out is because I'm actually trying to not get my ass beat. I don't like everyone—hell, I barely like anyone at that fucked up school. But that's what differentiates us. I'm a coward and you're not."

You spoke with full sincerity and vulnerability. You were opening up to him. "It's not like I'm a perfect angel or something. I'm just a pussy. And sometimes I wish I were as confident as you are."

The only reason why you were a sweetheart to everyone was to avoid conflict. Rodrick bit his bottom lip as he listened to you. "So you just let people walk all over you? Seriously?"

"That's the only reason so many people like me," you answered. "People don't care about you being nice. It's all about whether you're a doormat or not." You unfortunately had a point. People only came to you when they needed something. "You aren't a doormat and you're not afraid to be yourself. That's why people hate you."

"So you shouldn't hate me, or whatever the case is," you explained. "Because, truth be told, you're better than me."

That last sentence was enough to make him do a double-take. At first, he was surprised at your admission, but now he was laughing. You furrowed your eyebrows, assuming that he wasn't taking your heartfelt commentary seriously. "What's so funny?"

Rodrick shook his head as he continued to snicker. "Man, I never thought I'd live to see the day you'd admit that I'm better than you." He hit your shoulder playfully with the back of his free hand, completely ignoring your semi-annoyed expression.

"Rodrick, I'm being serious."

"I know that. That's what makes it hilarious." Eventually, his van drove up to a red light and came to a stop. He rubbed his face with his hands and let out one last airy laugh. "Shit, y/n..."

You glared at him for a few more seconds before staring down at your lap. A smile slowly forced its way onto your face. You wanted to laugh because of him. He was so childish...

"I really couldn't hate you if I wanted to," he confessed. "Thanks for the compliment though, dork."

You didn't think much of his comment. Instead, you enjoyed the one rare time you and him weren't trying to strangle each other. Not like you ever hated it. It was more entertaining than anything, and you looked forward to it most days. Sometimes, the insults he called you were a little too funny to ruin your day. Now that you thought about it, Rodrick never did offend you. You liked your stupid little rivalry.

...huh.

"...I don't hate you either," you muttered awkwardly. "In case you're wondering."

"I knew that, but I never understood why." You simply shrugged and watched the cars beside you begin to move once the light turned green again.

"You never gave me a reason to. I mean, I never really took your insults seriously." You didn't need to look at him to know that he was unsure about what you were saying. "You're not as intimidating as you think you are. Far from it actually."

"Oh really? Then what am I to you?" He asked. You could've sworn there was some sort of smug aura to him. "What do you want to be?" You questioned. He shook his head with his signature smile, refusing to answer your question. He wasn't smiling out of joy, he was smiling out of uneasiness. "That's a stupid question to ask."

"Why are you avoiding it?"

"Because it's stupid."

"You basically asked me the same thing!"

"Yet you never answered me." He got you there. But you weren't sure how to answer the question. It was like trying to take a shot at someone in the dark. What was Rodrick to you? You were never sure if you could consider him a friend, but he wasn't your enemy as far as you were concerned.

"I don't know what you are to me," you answered truthfully. "Seriously, we have, like, a love-hate relationship or something... Not that I can even call it that since I don't hate you. So, I don't know."

You turned to him and stared at him with your curious eyes. "Now answer my question."

As you said that, he pulled into the driveway of your house. He pulled his hand away from the steering wheel and folded his arms against his chest. He looked down at his lap, much like what you did whenever you got nervous or annoyed. "Alright, I'll be real with you."

"It wouldn't, like, suck if I was, like, yours, or something." You paused. Actually, it felt like the whole world paused at that moment. Rodrick Heffley, that demon of a boy, liked you. You weren't embarrassed. You were shocked. Mainly because all of that tormenting he did was just an act, and that was a little hard to believe. But it all made sense once you remembered what he told you.

He couldn't hate you if he wanted to.

Once the shock finally cleared, you grinned and scratched at your neck anxiously. "Oh yeah? That's how you feel?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" You rolled your eyes and unbuckled your seatbelt before opening the door and climbing out of his van. "Come help me." Rodrick let out a groan that was mixed with both annoyance and fear. Fear that you would make fun of him for thinking of you in such a way. He got out on his side and sluggishly walked to the back of the van to help you carry your drum set to your garage.

"Y'know, you can just hurry up and hit me with the 'ew no, don't ever talk to me again'," he offered. "It wouldn't be the first time I heard it."

"What makes you think I'd say that?" You inquired. He let out a scoff. "Why wouldn't you?" It would make more sense if you did.

You both stayed silent as you brought your equipment back to your garage. When you finished, Rodrick began to walk back to his van. But you stopped him before he could get back in.

"Hey, Rod?" He hummed and turned around to face you. You walked up to him, took him by his cheek using your thumb and index finger, and pulled him down so you could press a short peck onto his lips. Afterward, you pulled away from his lips but stayed in his proximity. "Call me when you get home," you ordered in a quiet, smooth tone, "okay?"

He stared down at you in astonishment, his mouth hanging ajar as he tried to process what the hell happened in the last ten seconds.

"Uh—yeah, uh... I can do that," he muttered bashfully. You responded with a 'good' and gently patted his cheek two times before walking to your front door as if you hadn't just flipped the guy's entire world upside down.

"I'll be waiting," you called out before shutting the door and leaving Rodrick outside, frozen in place.

It was totally fate.

written by @nylaboon

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick heffley imagine #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk rodrick #doawk

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sc0tters · 1 year ago

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The BC girls being possessive of their boys

Lillian: Cutter knows that Lillian is clingy so he spends most of his nights out with her. When he doesn’t spent the time with her Cutter low-key ends up missing her more than she misses him. But when he does go and girls try to talk to him Lillian has no shame in walking right over to kiss Cutter “hey baby.” Cutter smiled as she hugged him.

The other girls quickly leave because they know it is truly not worth staying when he is so in love with her.

Ava: because of everything that happened Ryan doesn’t shut up about Ava when she’s not there “you met my girlfriend?” “Ava the theatre major and the girl who got the lead in the winter play.” The boys tease the shit out of Ryan for it but it does a lot for Ava’s confidence because Ryan comes running to her when girls try to get all handsy “baby kiss me!” He’d plead cupping her face as he’d go to kiss her.

Bailey: she just calls Will her baby daddy whenever she wants his undivided attention “you know he’s my baby daddy right?” Bailey would announce as girls would horribly try to flirt with him “he didn’t mention that he had a baby.” The girl would snap as she glared at Bailey “Will can I borrow your phone real quick?” Will of course hands it to Bailey who turns it on and shows the girls the picture of Bailey, Max and him sleeping on the couch.

Ivy: Jacob didn’t know at the beginning how jealous Ivy would get. Ivy would watch girls flirt with Jacob and she could do nothing about it but the next time she’d see him Ivy would instantly get touchy with him. She didn’t like to admit it but she always made sure that she was on Jacob’s mind 24/7. Like one time he slept with another girl before they were dating and he accidentally called her Ivy.

Jamie: bless her soul but she is HORRIBLE at communicating how she feels. So usually she ends up just going quiet as she holds Gabe’s hand. This man eats up the attention from her until he realises that she keeps on glaring at girls around them “you jealous pretty girl?” Gabe teased bumping his shoulder with hers.

She rolled her eyes as she shook her head “shut up Gabe.” Jamie grumbled making him frown “only want you.” Gabe mumbled into her ear catching how it made her smile.

Jamie ignored the way her cheeks turned red “really?” Her uncertainty made him laugh “of course.” The moment he pecks her lips she’s good for the rest of the night.

#smith x baby momma au!#Leonard x theatre girl au!#fowler x ice skater #perreault x teammate au!#gauthier x cheerleader au!#anons talk aus

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kikuwaters · 17 days ago

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WIP PATTERNS TAG!

Tagged by @viridis-icithus ! Thank you, this seems fun :D Now that I'm done with classes I can focus on it.

Rules: Share the first line of each WIP, and then find a pattern, if there are any!

I have so many stories I can't do them all so I just chose a few! I sorted them into world state categories for ease of myself haha.

From World State A

Project Infinity

Cities are a blessing and a curse for those trying to disappear. In the constant churn of people, you’re always seen yet never acknowledged. People step over the homeless, push past the latecomers, and drag themselves through their days in a blinded rush. The bigger the crowd, the less you matter.

Which is exactly how the demon Samael wanted it to be.

The Crown Prince Asmodius

(A 10 Levels Pre Story)

In hell, every demon is born with a purpose—or so the powerful like to claim. For most, this purpose is a birthright, handed down through generations of ruthless ambition. They pursue it with singular focus, clawing toward power, glory, or legacy.

But not all demons are so fortunate.

Burning Wings

(A Joy of Souls post story)

At this point in the game, Verin has decided it’s more fun not to know. This guessing game, filled with the thrill of uncertainty, keeps things interesting in a life long since bled dry of surprises.

So when he catches glimpses of a summoning circle poorly stitched together, he finds the hazy, out of focus snapshot a draw to something more.

Something finally exciting.

From World States: Others

Vamped Up

Vampyr didn’t just rise to fame, they erupted, almost overnight into the top charts across the country. The pop-punk trio’s raw brooding charm and talent sparked a frenzy among fans. Girls swooned, guys idolized them, and their relentless manager pushed tirelessly until Vampyr became a name everyone knew.

So when word got out that they were holding auditions for a fourth member, it shocked everyone. Fans, critics, and, most importantly, the band members themselves.

Smiling Jack

To say that Matthew Ryan's life was in a rut would be an understatement.

To say it was an endless chasm, littered with mistakes and questionable choices, feels harsh, but more accurate.

2 weeks have passed since he'd been fired from a job he didn’t like, but needed. 1 week since his father, the proud Professor Douglass Ryan of the nearby University, had all but removed Matthew from his will. 3 days since his 26th birthday, which he celebrated alone and hungry in his shithole of an apartment.

It only makes sense that tonight he’s now stuck with his back against the wall of a dark alleyway, his tired eyes focused on the blade of the guy mugging him.

Mamma Mia

Positive.

Ran stares at the little sign on the pregnancy test under the harsh bathroom light until it's all blurred up and distorted in his vision. He blinks rapidly to try and force moisture back to his dry eyes, letting out a heavy groan as he sinks against the cold metal of the sink.

Ran’s grip on the pregnancy test tightens, his tail flicking in irritation as he struggles to come up with a plan beyond just screaming. Of all the things it could've been - which, in hindsight, was only ever two options - it had to be positive. Naturally he should alert the father.

If only he knew who that was.

Undead Dears

Day in, day out, life goes as expected, even on the worst of your days. You wake up, go to work, see the people you know, pay your bills, and engage in your life. Even when everything falls apart, you push through to the next day. It makes sense this way.

No one was ready for everything to stop making sense.

From World State: Heros

Killing Butterflies

It hadn't been Haku's intention to lose the USB drive. It was hardly his intention to lose anything, but especially not this. He thought using a personal drive, one kind shaped like a funny panda eating bamboo, would make it easier to keep track of.

Evidently, he was wrong.

Heroes to Lovers

Crime was to be expected in a city with it’s own heroes. The two were inseparable—one seemed to breed the other, and the line between them had long since blurred.

Petty thefts were one thing, but what happened at the Hilton Beauty Parlor? That was something else entirely.

A game of cards

Agents codenamed Ace and Cupid are two of the most skilled operatives in the field. They were paired together a few years prior by the organization in which they work. The name of the organization is classified. Their true identities? Classified. Their missions? It should go without saying; classified.

What isn’t classified is how important this current mission is that Cupid is only half paying attention to.

Patterns noticed: I like a strong line not in the first one necessarily, but a couple lines in! My hook takes a line or two to reach :>

#writing #writing tag game #writblr #my stories #horror stories #queer stories #original characters #my writing #my ocs

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socaprince · 6 months ago

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SOCA THERAPY - JULY 7, 2024

Soca Therapy Playlist Sunday July 7th 2024 Making You Wine From 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm Toronto

Dutty Dancing (Dr. Jay Plate) - Hypa 4000 Ting Go Nice Again (TW Edit) - Wetty Beatz Crocodile - Problem Child Jab Story - Slatta Hurricane - Red Scorpion Hurricane - Skinny Fabulous x Lyrikal Tornado (Riddim Master Road Intro) - Ricardo Drue Chopping The Line - Jab King I Am Grenadian (Clean) - Muddy x Squeeze Head x Brain Not From Here - Lavaman x Travis World Addicted - Jab King x Travis World Hotspot - Lyrikal x Travis World The Feeling - Runi J x Travis World Jab Man - Slatta x Travis World Explore (Radio) - V'ghn x Travis World Jab Jab Festival - Pumpa x Travis World Stagga Dance - Lil Natty & Thunda x Muddy Energy Killers - Kerwin DuBois Smooth Ride - Farmer Nappy Best Ride - Coopa Dan x Dj Spider When Last (BD Certified Anthem Edit) - GBM Nutron x Jus Jay Junction - Coutain x Tano Tack Back - Kes x Tano A Little Jam - Problem Child Cyah Hear Yuh - Patrice Roberts Cyah Hear Yuh (Dr. Jay Plate) - Patrice Roberts BYE x2 - Saddis x Jus Jay Bare Good Vibes - Shal Marshall Happy Place - Lyrikal Happy Song - College Boy Jesse Birthday Bashment Freestyle - Lil Rick Ba Ba Ben (Wine & Bend Pt 2) - DJ Cheem Gimme Ah Bligh - Iwer George Water - Iwer George In The Water - Suhrawh x Chow Minister All Posse - Roses Crew feat. Fireman Hooper

TOP 7 COUNTDOWN - Powered By The Soca Source Top Songs in SVG on Apple Music

7. Start - Dat-C DQ x Skinny Fabulous 6. Slip In - Geo 5. Like Never Before - Problem Child 4. Next # In Line - Added Rankin 3. Blessed - Kennie Montana 2. BOTS (Battle Of The Sexes) - Problem Child 1. Carnival Jumbie - Problem Child

Starta Pack - Tionne Hernandez Pampalam - Faith Callender Safe Space - Rae x Fryktion Anxiety - Patrice Roberts Best Self - Nailah Blackman x Lyrikal Shake The Place - Machel Montano x Destra Heaven - Nadia Batson x Kees My Land - Kes The Band x Nadia Batson In the Meantime - Alison Hinds Mash It Up - Burning Flames feat. Onika Bostic Expose (Precision Road Mix) - El-A-Kru feat. Tizzy DJ Needle - Horizon feat Candy Hoyte Jammers - TC De River - Blue Ventures feat Sanell Dempster Let IT Rain (Riddim Master Edit) - Empress x Soca Villain x Psycho Pulourie Doubles - Rikki Jai Disk La Reye - Ban Biyo Zouk La Se Sel Medikaman - Kassav Sexy Chocolate Girls (Remix) - Farm P x Kerwin Du Bois

PAN MOMENTS DNA - BP Renegades

TANTY TUNES Calypso Music - Charlie's Roots feat. David Rudder

Soul Of Calypso - Machel Montano Bruk Time - Grabba Bend - Nessa Preppy The A List - Pumpa Stick On - Lyrikal How Ah Livin - Farmer Nappy Where I Am - Freetown Collective Like Ah Boss (Ryan Sayeed's Typical Intro) - Machel Montano Anything - Buffy Put Your Hand On You Head (And Wine) - Sound Revolution feat. Derrick Seales Dis Is How - Crazy Blow Way - Kindred Rollin' - Homefront Famalay (Scratch Master Road Mix) - Machel Montano x Skinny Fabulous x Bunji Garlin Jumbo Jet - Bunji Garlin Party Bad - Mr. Legz x Mr. Killa Rum Sweet - Problem Child Weh Yuh Want (Soca Baby) (Clean) - Prezzi Don Welcome Back - Imani Ray

NORTHERN PRESCRIPTION Delilah (Clean) - Ka$h

Night & Day - Th3rd x JMTB Cut Me Loose - Kes x Travis World

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#dr jay de soca prince #soca therapy #podcast #download #soca #trinidad #2024 #toronto

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heavensorhells · 1 year ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WIFE ∞

to my dearest amanda, my mandy moo, my beloved, my best friend, my favorite virgo, my sun, the mother of my kids, the keeper of my heart, ryan to my sharpay, obi-wan to my anakin, lilo to my stitch, buttercup to my bubbles .. wishing you the happiest of birthdays !! i wish words could do my love for you justice but i know for a fact that, that will never be the case. the adoration, the fondness, the appreciation that i have for you and the beautiful friendship you have blessed me with, can never be entirely expressed in the twenty six letters of the alphabet. and even if i was fluent in all seven thousand of the world's languages, that still wouldn't be enough. my love for you is boundless. three years of friendship truly feels like a whole lifetime when we've shared so many fond memories — from all our movie dates, to our early morning antics and late night shenanigans, to yelling our love for each other at each other every chance we get, to 'i love you the same', to crying when we go a day without talking, to claiming hasbulla as our son, to yelling about our kids, yelling at our kids, to all the inside jokes, to laughing until we cry, to creating together. i honestly can't even pick a favorite. i hope you know that getting to talk to you is the highlight of my days. i also hope you realize just how loved you are. not only are you beautiful inside and out, but you possess so much talent and creative ideas in that big, juicy brain of yours. your soul radiates sunlight and your positive energy is so contagious. i could go on to write entire novels about why you are the most extraordinary human being. how blessed i am to have met you and know you in this lifetime. but i'm going to end this here with three words i will never get tired of saying to you .. i love you, i love you, i love you. @devilscherubs

love forever, ginger.

#it’s the love of my life’s birthday!!!!#amanda tag.#everybody go show her some love #she deserves the world <33

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princesshillaryellaworld25 · 8 months ago

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Sick Boyfriend sees his true past with the necklace (My AU headcanon)

Sick Boyfriend was sitting on his bed still thinking about last June when his necklace gave him powers.

Sick BF: (mind) I'm still confused, My necklace gave me powers, for what? I know it revived Drugfriend from death but I'm still curious or maybe.....

(Sick Boyfriend takes off the necklace and looks at it)

Sick BF: Or maybe.....There's something about me that I don't know or nobody in my family never told me about.

The necklace suddenly glows

Sick BF: WHAT THE?!

The heart gem glows and it spreads a big flash.

Sick Boyfriend then woke up in a white void.

Sick BF: Huh? W-Where am I? What is this place?

Sick Boyfriend walked around to look for a way out until he saw two people over there.

Sick BF: Woah who are they? *looks a little closer*

Purity Sick BF: I'm really sorry, I failed as the future ruler of heaven and now everyone is sad about my death.

???: It's okay Child, I know you can't come back to revive in heaven but I can send half of your soul to be reincarnated.

Purity Sick BF: Why? I committed so many sins and I fell in love with a demon, even though I'm not suppose to.....

???: But you have a pure heart and you showed kindness to others, I believe half of your soul deserves a second chance, I might not be able to find your other half of your soul but I can reincarnate your other half.

Purity Sick BF: Okay, Please do as you must, Lady Angela.

???: Okay, let us begin.

Sick BF: (mind) Woah, Was that Purity Me and Lady Angela? The one from my dreams? What is she doing?

Lady Angela turned half of Purity Sick Boyfriend's soul into two reborn babies. They showen to be two baby girls with a heart marks on their neck.

Sick BF: Wait, Is the one on the right me and the one on the left is my twin sister?

Then Lady Angela sends the babies to earth to be reborn.

Lady Angela: Dear blessed angels, I've send you to earth to be birth by your mother Aria Sickest.

Sick BF: Aria? She means my mom?

Then the white void transitioned to the hospital.

Sick BF:(mind) I'm at the hospital! This is where me and my twin sister was born-

Past Mrs. Sickest: AHHHHHHHH IT HURTS!

Doctor Ryan: Just one more push ma'am! We're almost done!

Past Mrs. Sickest: The pain! I can't take it much longer!

Past Mr. Sickest: We're almost done honey, just one more push!

Past Mrs. Sickest: *grunts, pushes harder*

(Pop)

Baby 1: *cries*

Nurse Willow: One came out, it's a girl!

Doctor Ryan: One more! Push!

Past Mrs. Sickest: *pushes harder and screams*

*pop*

Nurse Willow: Another one, but they're not waking up.

Past Mrs. Sickest: W-Wha?! You mean....my baby is dead?!

Nurse Willow: I'm not sure, I'm trying to feel a pulse but I can't feel their heartbeat....

Past Mr. Sickest: No....

Sick BF: (gasps) *mind* I nearly died at birth?!

Doctor Ryan: I'm terribly sorry, Sir and Ma'am-

Baby 2: (cries)

Nurse Willow: *gasps* Doc! The baby suddenly woke up!

Doctor Ryan: Woah! It's a miracle, but how?

Nurse Willow: Idk.

Past Mr. Sickest: *phew* That was close

Past Mrs. Sickest: Oh my baby! *holds the two twins*

Sick BF: (sighs) That's a relief! I survived!

Past Mr. Sickest: Look at our twins, I'm sure Sick Miku and Soda C. will love their new siblings

Past Mrs. Sickest: Yeah, Oh I know, I'll name the one on the left Rachel and the one on the right Stephanie!

Past Mr. Sickest: Those are beautiful names

Doctor Ryan: uhhhh there's something we have to tell you, the right baby has uh.....both male and female gentitals and reproductive organs, so they're both

Past Mr. Sickest: O-Oh😳

Past Mrs. Sickest: Oh my, so it's also a boy?

Doctor Ryan: Yep.

Past Mr. Sickest: Yeah, it doesn't matter, we still love them the way they are😊

Past Mrs. Sickest: Yeah 😊 and we can't rename them cause it's Parodies town law saying you can't rename them.

Past Mr. Sickest: And plus, Stephanie can be a unisex name, I'm kindly grateful to have a both gender son

Past Mrs. Sickest: Yeah

Sick BF: (mind) Ohhhhh so that's why I was named Stephanie, it can be a unisex name. But that still doesn't explain how I got powers.

A light suddenly shows what's inside the room, it shows what reveals Mrs. Sickest and Mr. Sickest's original forms. It showed his mother was a royal seraphim while his dad was an angelic demon.

Sick BF: (mind) WHAT?! My mom is a seraphim and my dad is an angelic demon?! So that means my whole family is-

Suddenly everything went white, Sick Boyfriend then woke up.

Sick BF: Woah! That just happened! Hmm.....Should I ask my parents? Is this necklace a sign of my powers? I have to find out but soon

#friday night funkin #fnf spongebob parodies #fnf headcanons #fnf mod #fnf au #sick boyfriend #birthday arc sequel

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theimpossiblescheme · 2 years ago

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soldiers, poets, and queens - playlists for ulysses, rosaline, prufrock, and caprizant for @bombawife‘s OC week (album art by @thedragonchilde)

ulysses: 01. setting up the courtroom - joby talbot | 02. bone + tissue - gallant | 03. still - colton ryan and molly gordon | 04. god bless the child - billie holiday | 05. how i am - jason howland | 06. thunder in a blue sky - namo feat. aedan peterson | 07. the nutcracker, op. 71, act I, scene 1: no. 4, arrival of drosselmeyer - pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky | 08. paper forest (birds) - emmy the great | 09. birdhouse in your soul - they might be giants | 10. hello my old heart - the oh hellos | 11. howl - black rebel motorcycle club | 12. when your feet don’t touch the ground - ellie goulding | 13. fragile - poets of the fall | 14. reflets dans l'eau - claude debussy | 15. relay - fiona apple | 16. god only knows - clay hine, drew mcmillan, tim brooks, and tim reynolds | 17. a long way past the past - fleet foxes | 18. lean - oh land feat. vitamin string quartet | 19. any other world - mika [listen]

#Finally playlists for the whole family <3 #cats the musical #cats oc week #OCs #if music be the food of love play on

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minimallycreative · 2 years ago

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I just finished my binge of Sweet Magnolias and Sweet Baby Jesus, what was that ending.

Cal, why? I could see he was teetering on the edge of something, and I just wished that he talked to someone about something

Maddie, oh my lord, I just want to give you a hug. She deserves a Long vacation and time away from everything.

(Rebecca is the cutest thing, and I have baby fever now !!)

Dear lord, Ryan cannot read the room, and I just, bless his heart.

Mary Vaughn needs to sit down and reevaluate her life choices deeply, because there is supporting your spouse through thick and thin, and there is whatever she is doing.

Bill needs to go on a sabbatical

I cannot wait for Trotter and Ashley to adopt!!! oh, they are going to be such good parents!!

I am so proud of Dana Sue and Robbie for working on themselves (especially Dana Sue) and working on their relationship.

Ty and Kyle are such sweet souls and I think they are becoming fine young men.

I want to see more of Katie! I demand it!

Annie and Jackson are so sweet! And I am so proud of Jackson for all the progress he made as a person.

I cannot wait for Noreen and Maddie's friendship. and the Townsend children being big siblings to Rebbeca. and Issac being the biggest brother to all of them.

I just love this show, and I am so glad that I picked it up randomly. and it is so beautiful (except for the ending, which was a huge shocker, but that is kind of the point). ugh, so good at showing real relationships.

~Athena

#sweet magnolias #tv shows #netflix shows #a must watch

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emilysworldoffandoms · 1 year ago

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Books I Read in 2023

Wilde Child By Eloisa James (Romance)

Looking for Me…in this Great Big Family By Betsy R. Rosenthal (Middle Grade Verse)

My Last Duchess By Eloisa James (Romance)

Wilde in Love By Eloisa James (Romance)

Our Souls at Night By Kent Haruf (Fiction)

Too Wilde Too Wed By Eloisa James (Romance)

Nick and Charlie By Alice Oseman (YA Novella)

Born to Be Wilde By Eloisa James (Romance)

The Woman in the Purple Skirt By Nasuko Imamura (Fiction)

Say No to the Duke By Eloisa James (Romance)

Crumbs By Dance Stirling (Graphic Novel)

The Reluctant Countess By Eloisa James (Romance)

Demon in the Wood By Leigh Bardugo & Dani Pendergast (Graphic Novel)

Write for Your Life By Anna Quindlen (Non-Fiction)

Let There By Laughter By Michael Krasny (Humor)

Mary’s Monster: Love, Madness, and How Mary Shelley Created Frankenstein By Lita Judge (Biography in Verse and Pictures)

Soft Thorns By Bridgett Devoue (Poetry)

Wolfed: Cursed By Love: Book One By Leia Stone (Urban Fantasy Romance)

Constantine: Distorted Illusions By Kami Garcia & Isaac Goodhart (Graphic Novel)

A Life Force By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

Dropsie Avenue By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

Love & Other Words By Christina Lauren (Romance)

The World Keeps Ending and the World Goes On By Franny Choi (Poetry)

The Valentine’s Hate By Sidney Halston (Romance)

Fagin the Jew By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

Autoboyography By Christina Lauren (YA)

You Are Here By Dawn Lanuza (Poetry)

Wolfed: Book Two: Promised to Him By Leia Stone (Urban Fantasy Romance)

New York: The Big City By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

To the Heart of the Storm By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

The Outsiders By S.E. Hinton (Classic YA) [Re-read]

True Beauty By Yaongyi (Graphic Novel)

The 13 Clocks By James Thurber (Verse and Pictures)

Chasing Cassandra By Lisa Kleypas (Romance)

Banned Book Club By Kim Hyun Sook, Ko Hyung-Ju, and Ryan Estrada (Graphic Novel)

Coven By Jennifer Dugan (Graphic Novel)

Exes & O’s By Amy Lea (Romance)

2 Am Thoughts By Mackenzie Campbell (Poetry)

My Greenhouse By Bella Mayo (Poetry)

Unterhaken By Leela Corman (Graphic Novel)

Morning Haikus By Carin Weisman Crook (Poetry)

HER: Volume 3 By Pierre Alex Jeanty (Poetry)

These Are My Big Girl Pants By Amber Vittoria (Poetry)

When in Rome By Sarah Adams (Romance)

Mr. Wrong Number By Lynn Painter (Romance)

Hollow By Brandon Boyer-White & Shannon Waters (Graphic Novel)

Set on You By Amy Lea (Romance)

The Sun & the Star By Rick Riordan & Mark Oshiro (Middle Grade)

Practice Makes Perfect By Sarah Adams (Romance)

Haikus for Jews By David M. Bader (Poetry) [Re-read]

LVOE By Atticus (Poetry)

Schwartz’s Hebrew Delicatessen: The Story By Bill Brownstein (Non-Fiction)

Spy X Family Vol. 1 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

My Hero Academia Vol. 1 By Kohei Horikoshi (Manga)

Imogen, Obviously By Becky Albertalli (YA)

Spy X Family Vol. 2 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

Spy X Family Vol. 3 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

True Love Experiment By Christina Lauren (Romance)

A beautiful composition of broken By r.h. Sin (poetry)

Spy X Family Vol. 4 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

Spy X Family Vol. 5 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

All About Me! My Remarkable Life in Show Business By Mel Brooks (Memoir)

Whiskey words & a shovel By r.h. Sin (Poetry)

Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself By Alan Alda (Memoir)

Spy X Family Vol. 6 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

The Unhoneymooners By Christina Lauren (Romance)

The Soulmate Equation By Christina Lauren (Romance)

M*A*S*H: A Novel About Three Army Doctors By Richard Hooker (Fiction)

Mixed Blessings By William & Barbara Christopher (Memoir)

Never Have Your Dog Stuffed and Other Things I’ve Learned By Alan Alda (Memoir)

Red, White, & Royal Blue By Casey McQuiston (Romance)

Spy X Family Vol. 7 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

SOTUS Vol. 1 By Bittersweet (Manga)

SOTUS Vol. 2 By Bittersweet (Manga)

While the Duke Was Sleeping By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

Beach Read By Emily Henry (Romance)

Spy X Family Vol. 8 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

Spy X Family Vol. 9 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

The Scandal of it All By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

Not That Duke By Eloisa James (Romance)

Unorthodox Love By Heidi Shertok (Romance)

The Duke Buys a Bride By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

This Scot of Mine By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

Kissing Kosher By Jean Meltzer (Romance)

The Duke’s Stolen Bride By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

My Roommate is a Vampire By Jenna Levine (Romance)

The Virgin and the Rogue By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

The Duke Effect By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

SOTUS Vol. 3 By Bittersweet (Manga)

Percy Jackson: Chalice of the Gods By Rick Riordan (Middle Grade)

Tiny Dancer By Siena Cherson Siegel (Graphic Novel)

Zatanna: The Jewel of Gravesend By Alys Arden (Graphic Novel)

Everything I Know About Love I Learned from Romance Novels By Sarah Wendell (Non-Fiction)

The Roommate Pat By Allison Ashley (Romance)

Spy X Family Vol. 10 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

Two Rogues Make a Right By Cat Sebastian (Romance)

The Things They Carried By Tim O’Brien (Fiction)

Count Your Lucky Stars By Alexandria Bellefleur (Romance)

The Bromance Book Club By Lyssa Kay Adams (Romance)

Mockingjay By Suzanne Collins (YA)

The Official Quotable Doctor Who: Wise Words from Across Space & Time By Cavan Scott and Mark Wright (Quote Book)

God Plays Hide and Seek Poems By Greta Elbogen (Poetry)

Women Holding Things By Maira Kalman (Poetry/Verse/Photos)

The Little Liar By Mitch Albom (Fiction)

Love Brought Me Through the Holocaust: A Daughter’s Memories By Judith Koeppel Steel (Non-Fiction)

Himawari House By Harmony Becker (Graphic Novel)

Undercover Bromance By Lyssa Kay Adams (Romance)

Unordinary By uru-chan (Graphic Novel)

Son of : A Gripping Account of Terror, Betrayal, Political Intrigue, and Unthinkable Choices By Most Hassan Yousef (Memoir)

Love & Latkes By Stacey Agdern (Romance)

Twelve Tribes: Promise and Peril in New Israel By Ethan Michaeli (Non-Fiction)

Never on Shabbas! By Henry Leonard (Political Cartoons)

The Little Guide to Taylor Swift: Words to Shake It Off (Quote Book)

This Winter By Alice Oseman (Novella)

Heartstopper Volume 5 By Alice Oseman (Graphic Novel)

Israel: A Simple Guide to the Most Misunderstood Country on Earth By Noa Tishby (Non-Fiction)

Counting the Cost By Jill Duggar (Memoir)

How to Educate a Citizen: The Power of Shared Knowledge to Unify a Nation BY E.D. Hirsch Jr. (Non-Fiction)

Two Tribes By Emily Bowen Cohen (Middle Grade Graphic Novel)

Foster By Claire Keegan (Novella)

#fandoms #fangirl #books #romance #nonfiction #memoir #humor #poetry #graphic novels #middle grade #ya books

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annoyedbug · 1 year ago

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HANDFASTING (WEDDING)

Ryan Hunter [The following wedding ceremony was written to provide for Pagans who must of necessity be wed in the presence of the uninitiated who are not pagan and are perhaps unaware that the bride and groom are pagan. Replace the words Bride and Groom below with the names of the happy couple. This ceremony was used by both my wife and myself and by my sister and her husband. They modified the text at the point below where it says "loving each other wholly and completely" to add the phrase "forsaking all others" as they are into monogamy. Either version works beautifully, I recommend the participants rewrite where necessary to form a legal contract that they can and will keep. It is easy to avoid being an oathbreaker if you only swear to that you will keep and avoid swearing to something just because the other party wants it or because it might be "expected" by the family. Notice: parts of this ritual were cribbed from the writings of others. I apologize in advance for failure to reference sources but after the fifteenth rewrite we had forgotten where we got the text and what was and what was not original to us. I doubt if there are quotes from other sources longer than paragraph length and thus should not be a copyright problem. If you see something that is yours, please send me mail and I will reference you in the future. Our thanks to those who paved the way. --Ryan Hunter]

[PRIEST] We have come together here in celebration of the joining together of bride__ and groom__. There are many things to say about marriage. Much wisdom concerning the joining together of two souls,has come our way through all paths of belief, and from many cultures. With each union, more knowledge is gained and more wisdom gathered. Though we are unable to give all this knowledge to these two, who stand before us, we can hope to leave with them the knowledge of love and its strengths and the anticipation of the wisdom that comes with time. The law of life is love unto all beings. Without love, life is nothing, without love, death has no redemption. Love is anterior to Life, posterior to Death, initial of Creation and the exponent of Earth. If we learn no more in life, let it be this.

Marriage is a bond to be entered into only after considerable thought and reflection. As with any aspect of life, it has its cycles, its ups and its downs, its trials and its triumphs. With full understanding of this, Groom and Bride have come here today to be joined as one in marriage.

Others would ask, at this time, who gives the bride in marriage, but, as a woman is not property to be bought and sold, given and taken, I ask simply if she comes of her own will and if she has her family's blessing.

Bride, is it true that you come of your own free will and accord?

[BRIDE] Yes, it is true.

[PRIEST] With whom do you come and whose blessings accompany you.

[FATHER] She comes with me, her father, and is accompanied by all of her family's blessings.

[PRIEST] Please join hands with your betrothed and listen to that which I am about to say.

Above you are the stars, below you are the stones, as time doth pass, remember…

Like a stone should your love be firm like a star should your love be constant. Let the powers of the mind and of the intellect guide you in your marriage, let the strength of your wills bind you together, let the power of love and desire make you happy, and the strength of your dedication make you inseparable. Be close, but not too close. Possess one another, yet be understanding. Have patience with one another, for storms will come, but they will pass quickly.

Be free in giving affection and warmth. Have no fear and let not the ways of the unenlightened give you unease, for God is with you always.

Groom, I have not the right to bind thee to Bride, only you have this right. If it be your wish, say so at this time and place your ring in her hand.

[GROOM] It is my wish.

[PRIEST] Bride, if it be your wish for Groom to be bound to you, place the ring on his finger. (places ring on Groom's left ring finger)

Bride I have not the right to bind thee to Groom only you have this right. If it be your wish, say so at this time and place your ring in his hand. [BRIDE] It is my wish. [PRIEST] Groom, if it be your wish for Bride to be bound to you, place the ring on her finger.(places ring on Bride's left ring finger)

(to Groom) Repeat after me:

I, (grooms full name), in the name of the spirit of God that resides within us all, by the life that courses within my blood and the love that resides within my heart, take thee (bride's full name) to my hand, my heart, and my spirit, to be my chosen one. To desire thee and be desired by thee, to possess thee, and be possessed by thee, without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change thee in any way. I shall respect thee, thy beliefs, thy people, and thy ways as I respect myself.

(to Bride) I (bride's full name), in the name of the spirit of God that resides within us all, by the life that courses within my blood, and the love that resides within my heart, take thee, (Groom's full name) to my hand, my heart, and my spirit to be my chosen one. To desire and be desired by thee, to possess thee, and be possessed by thee, without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change thee in any way. I shall respect thee, thy beliefs, thy people, and thy ways as I respect myself.

[PRIEST] (hands chalice to the groom, saying:) May you drink your fill from the cup of love.

(Groom holds chalice to bride while she sips then bride takes chalice and holds it to groom while he sips. The chalice is then handed back to the Priest who sets it on the table. Next the Priest takes the plate of bread, giving it to the groom. Same procedure repeated with bread, groom feeding bride and bride feeding groom.)

By the power vested in me by God and the State of Alabama, I now pronounce you husband and wife. May your love so endure that its flame remains a guiding light unto you.

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DEVIL (+18)

Author's Note: Frankly, I just needed to write something about this character portrayed by Nicholas Alexander Chavez. The character and others, apart from Y/N, are not my creation. They belong to the Grotesquerie (2024) universe created by Ryan Murphy. So, dear readers, we’ve reached the end of the fanfiction featuring Father Mayhew. I hope you enjoy this final chapter and share your thoughts on it. Who knows—there might be surprises in the future. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read. I’d also like to let you know that I’m writing another fanfic focused on Dr. Charlie Mayhew. If you enjoy this one, I’d love for you to check out the other as well. Enjoy your reading!

Content Warning: This chapter contains adult language as well as violence content.

FOUR

FINAL

A gentle breeze, like the calm before a storm, sweeps through the familiar church as you step into its sacred walls. Draped in an opulent blood-red dress, its hue rivaling the very essence of life, your loose hair cascades over your shoulders, framing the elegance of your presence. Today marks a day of reckoning—no more games, no more delays. It is time to heed the infernal call and fulfill your purpose. As you enter the church, Father Mayhew commands the altar, delivering his impassioned sermon.

"Sin is the impurity of the soul. As His children, basking in His glory, we must purge this impurity to ascend to the heavens when the time comes," his deep, resonant voice fills the room, arresting the congregation's attention. But as your steps echo against the stone floor, every pair of eyes shifts to you. With deliberate grace, you approach the altar, stopping only when you stand beneath him. His gaze meets yours, darkening with unspoken tension. Slowly, you sink to your knees, a theatrical display of humility before him.

"What brings you here?" he asks in a commanding tone, his eyes never leaving you. Kneeling, you clutch a rosary to your chest, its beads trembling between your fingers. The folds of your dress pool around you like spilled ink, accentuating your penitence.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," you begin, your voice heavy with feigned remorse. "Weakened by temptation, I succumbed to the sin of carnal passion. I seek purification, your forgiveness, and guidance." Father Mayhew descends from the altar with the deliberate grace of a performer, a chalice glinting in his hand. A discreet wink flashes from his dark eyes, too quick for the murmuring congregation to notice. To them, this is a divine purification, a moment of redemption. But to you, it is a game far more intricate.

The whispers swirl around you—speculations of your vulgar dress, your brazen display, and the state of your condemned soul. He halts before you, towering above, the chalice gleaming like a sacred artifact.

"Drink from the holy chalice," he intones, his voice a blend of sanctity and something far more dangerous. "This blessed wine, bestowed by Christ in His greatness, purifies the unclean and restores the soul's purity." With a firm hand, he tilts your chin upward, his fingers grazing your skin in a deliberate, intimate gesture. Slowly, he presses the rim of the chalice to your lips, guiding the rich liquid into your mouth. The wine, potent and exquisite, cascades down your throat, its refined taste masking the raw burn of alcohol. For a fleeting moment, the thought of biting his hand crosses your mind, but you suppress it, savoring the duality of his ritual—sacred in the eyes of the church, profane in the depths of your shared understanding.

Your gaze locks onto Father Mayhew’s, a devilishly satisfied expression playing across your face, reveling in the performance unfolding before the congregation. "Behold," he declares, his voice resounding with fervor, "the soul of this woman, once perhaps condemned, now finds hope for salvation. Take from the chalice—a single sip is enough to sanctify your soul."

With a flourish, Father Mayhew rises and moves among the congregation, offering the chalice to each member. They drink, unaware of the storm brewing in the shadow of their devout ritual. Meanwhile, you remain kneeling on the cold stone floor, the epitome of pious submission, awaiting the perfect moment for the spectacle to begin.

The coughing starts as faint murmurs—a few restrained, awkward splutters. But soon, the sound swells into a symphony of chaos as one by one, the faithful are overcome by uncontrollable fits of hacking. You know then that the moment has arrived.

Father Mayhew pauses mid-stride, his eyes darting to yours. He turns back, extending his hand toward you, palm open, commanding yet inviting. "Rise," his voice low but unyielding. You place your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his touch even as the air grows heavy with panic. His grip tightens as he pulls you to your feet, his eyes scanning yours for confirmation, for assurance, as the cries of the afflicted fill the hallowed space. The show has begun.

"Dear sinners," you announce, your voice cutting through the chaos like a blade, dripping with mockery. "I must commend your dazzling efforts to reach your savior. Surely, He, who sees all, has observed just how miserably you have failed. Using your so-called 'faith' to justify the most diabolical of deeds—homophobia, murder, adultery, fraud—the list grows endlessly." You move fluidly among the writhing, coughing masses, their confusion and desperation palpable. Their wails fill the church as they fail to comprehend the calamity that has befallen them. Father Mayhew follows close behind you, his presence looming like a vigilant hound, his dark gaze fixed on your every move.

"Allow me to enlighten you," you continue, a wicked grin curling your lips. "Rest assured, there is no need for worry. A mighty being, nearly as divine as God Himself, awaits you. Embrace yourselves, for the journey will be warm." You laugh, a sound sharp and cutting, as the crowd erupts into a panicked frenzy, some scrambling for the doors in vain.

Suddenly, a man charges toward you, his face contorted with rage, a knife glinting in his hand. "You vile bitch!" he screams, plunging the blade deep into your stomach. You look down at the knife and then at him, your expression alight with amusement. A dark chuckle escapes your lips as you pull the blade from your body, the wound knitting itself closed almost instantly. Father Mayhew steps forward, seizing the knife from your hand with a deadly calm. Without hesitation, he drives it into the man’s chest, piercing his heart. The assailant crumples lifelessly to the ground at your feet.

The church grows quieter for a moment, save for the rasping breaths of the afflicted and the heavy silence of the dead. You turn to Father Mayhew, his stoic form now stained with blood, and a smirk dances on your lips. "Well, that was dramatic," you muse, as the chaos around you continues to unfold.

"I believe I deserve a reward," Father Mayhew murmurs, resting his head against your shoulder. There’s a new edge to him, a boldness that had lain dormant until his contact with demonic blood awakened something delightfully wicked within him.

You turn to face him, your eyes gleaming with sly amusement. Slowly, you close the distance between you, claiming his lips in a fervent kiss. His response is immediate, his arms wrapping around you with an almost feral intensity. Amid the carnage of the dying and the dead, surrounded by the desecrated sanctity of the church, the two of you merge in an act both simple and profound. The holy walls bear witness as sacred ground becomes the stage for a kiss that binds you and Father Mayhew, a moment as forbidden as it is intoxicating. The kiss continues, escalating to inhuman heights. Father Mayhew bites down on your lower lip with unrestrained hunger, his insatiable thirst ignited ever since he tasted your blood. You indulge him, using your sharpened nail to cut a shallow line across your wrist, offering the crimson essence to him.

With a sensuous pause, he breaks the kiss, his lips descending to your wrist as he drinks deeply. The fervor in his eyes is almost feral, but when he finally pulls back, he presses a reverent kiss to the wound. In moments, your skin knits itself back together, leaving no trace of the offering. He straightens before you, his hands cradling your face with a touch that feels both tender and possessive. You lose yourself momentarily in the intensity of his gaze, in the intoxicating dichotomy of the man who stands against both heaven and hell at your side.

"We must leave, my angelic Father Mayhew," you murmur, leaning into his touch. By renouncing God to follow you, Father Mayhew has cast aside his blind faith, surrendering his body and soul to you. In turn, by killing a demon and perhaps transforming your beloved priest into something half-demonic without Satan's permission, you have rebelled against the infernal order itself. But as the saying goes: "If you're in hell, embrace the devil."

"It is all ready, my beloved demonic creature," he replies, kissing your hand with an air of dark devotion. Together, you set the church ablaze, the inferno consuming its walls and its congregation. The flames roar as if fueled by divine and infernal fury alike, the collected souls strengthening you while denying both heaven and hell their claim.

Standing by the stolen car, you both watch the flames dance in the night, their light reflecting in your eyes as the once-holy structure collapses. This is but the beginning. With Mayhew by your side, you set your sights on spreading chaos and destruction across the world, a defiant force of forbidden union.

THE END OR...NO?

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