I am the hot and cold flushes that confuse you. I am the one that raises the whip to your already racing heart. I am the tightening of your chest. I am the obsessive and i am the compulsive. I am every single stairing eye that watches you….”
request: none, just a lil sample so you can see how i write!
warnings: swearing and smut. starting out strong.
character: roman godfrey - hemlock grove
Your eyes wandered around the room, positive this class couldn’t get any more boring. The teacher droned on and on and on until your chin drooped into your hand and your eyelids were dragged down. Suddenly, you felt a sharp kick on your ankle. You whipped your head up to glare at Roman Godfrey, who sat next to you, keeping his eyes firmly planted on the chalkboard at the front of the class.
“Enjoying yourself?” The teacher asked sarcastically as your cheeks flushed red. You mumbled something like an apology and sat up straighter. Roman pushed his lips together, looking down at his desk. Most likely suppressing a smirk. Damn those lips.
- Heart on my middle finger
- “Warrior” in Hindi on my wrist
- “Move Forward” in French on index finger
- “Made In New York” on other wrist
- “XIII” on collar bone
- “Romans 8:18” on top of shoulder
- Outline of state of NY, filled in with the Guyanese flag 🇬🇾, behind my heart
- Unfinished sleeve with “La Union Hace La Fuerza” for both sides 🇭🇹🇩🇴with the national flowers of all three my nationalities. I want to finish this with more flowers and add color
- An anchor with “Deuteronomy 31:8” underneath, above my elbow
I want a permanent henna design on my left hand in only red ink..i want an elephant somewhere because they’re my fav..maybe another henna design on my feet but idk..I want flowers on my back to hide all my scarring 😞😞
- I have 7 piercings on my ear, I did 2 myself 😎
- Nose ring
- Belly piercing even tho Ima chubby bunny 🤑
I wanna get my boobs pierced lol 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈
48. Do I believe in love at first sight
Sometimes you can feel like there’s something special about someone you meet or like you just click on first meeting but actual loveee at first sight…ion know bout that 🤔🤔
There was a shift in
your relationship with Calum after that night.
Greek Week was still
raging on around you. He was still president of Alpha Sigma Phi and you were
still president of Omega Chi. You were both still competing for the title, your
houses were still fighting to come out on top. There was still fighting talk
and snickers from your friends, still scepticism that you were using each other
to gain a tactical advantage.
But Calum had bared
his soul to you, and there was no turning back from that.
And it wasn’t just
because the two of you had slept together. He’d walked you back to the O Chi
house later that night, but not until you’d spoken for a few hours. Calum had
admitted that the poem he had read to you was not the one he’d read at the Poetry Slam. Lying in his bed, tracing
his tattoos as your heart rates returned to normal, Calum admitted that the one
he’d read to you was for you and you alone to hear. It made you realise that
actually, Calum hadn’t been messing around the past couple of years. That he
really did like you, that the Sport
Major was serious with his compliments and his proposals. It made you view him
in a different way, and after hearing his poem, you couldn’t help but feel like
there was a little bit of Calum that he’d been hiding, a little bit of him that
he’d permitted you to see.
Others weren’t so
fond of the blossoming relationship.
“Are you sure he
isn’t just using you?”
It was probably the
most commonly asked question in the O Chi house. Just about everyone, excluding
Roxana, had posed the idea that Calum was only investing his time with you
because he wanted to win Greek Week. And whilst at first you had been touched
by their concerns, it was beginning to get on your nerves.
“But Y/N, are you sure he-“
“Yes. I’m sure.” You
snap over breakfast, adjusting the toga-like dress you had to wear for the
day’s event. Calum hadn’t been considerate the night before when he’d dragged
his lips across your skin. Eyebrows raised all across the room, and you let out
a sigh. “I’d apologise Tiff, but my relationship with Calum is really none of
“So it is a relationship?” Meg’s condescending
tone makes you grit your teeth, mainly because you didn’t have an answer to her
question. “Y/N? You aren’t throwing away Greek Week all for a fling are you?”
“I am not…” You mutter, eyes lifting to glare
at the blonde. “Throwing away Greek Week. I am doing everything I can to help
each and every one of us be the best we can be to win this thing and make
history for Omega Chi. I have not dropped the ball, I have not lost sight of
what we are trying to do here. I made a promise to you guys and to myself that
I would lead us to victory, and I will. Now, put your sandals on and get ready
for Olympic Day.”
President.” Meg’s answering smile makes you realise that your sorority didn’t
doubt you. They never had doubted you. They were just making sure you didn’t
Like sisters were
supposed to do.
You go to apologise
to Meg, but she cuts you off with a shake of her head, sending you a wink
before going to grab her shoes. A little sigh leaves your lips as you turn to
help one of the younger girls adjust her dress, catching Roxana’s eye as she
pours herself a drink. Rox rolls her eyes at you playfully, and you sigh again
before focusing on the day ahead.
“Good luck today
everyone.” You call, their attention reverting back to you. “Sorry for being a
touchy bitch, promise it won’t happen again. I know I kind of just bigged up
the importance of winning, but remember to have fun today as well. That is what
Greek Week was originally about.”
There’s a little
chorus of cheers before you all start to slowly file out of the kitchen, making
your way towards the Sports Fields. Olympic Day was exactly what it sounded
like; a recreation of the Greek Olympics. It was mandatory that everyone wore
togas and sandals, the ‘proper attire’ required in order to compete. However in
order to raise a little more money for charity, each sorority and fraternity were
permitted to run two stalls; one food/drink and one souvenir.
And if you did say so
yourself, Omega Chi’s souvenir stall was ingenious.
“You put far too much
effort into this.” Rox laughs as you reach the stalls where some of your
sister’s were already seated, selling the Floral and Vine wreaths and crowns to
complete everybody’s outfit. “I mean, how long did this-“
“You worry too much.”
You cut your best friend off, inspecting the display in front of you. “The real
flower ones look so good.”
“Yeah, they look
amazing.” She agrees, grabbing one made up of large daisies and daffodils,
placing it on her head before handing Ayra the correct change for the crown.
“You gonna get one?”
“Oh no Y/N, you can’t
buy one.” Ayra smirks, both Roxana and your eyebrows lifting in surprise.
“Someone already got you one, said to make sure you didn’t buy another.”
“Three guesses as to
who that someone is.” Roxana jokes, both of you grinning as her eyes scan the
field. “Where’s Calum then?”
“He said to meet him
at the Alpha Sig base.” Ayra sings, winking at you before turning to another
Rox hooks her arm
through yours as the two of you head towards the large group of boys on the
edge of the track field. Your own base was only a few meters along, so you’d
have had to pass it anyway. As you approach, Ashton’s head darts up, a smirk on
his lips as he jogs over.
“Ladies.” He greets
happily, Rox’s arm releasing yours. “Looking good.”
“Nice wreath Irwin.”
She smirks, looking at his head. “Where’d you get it?”
“You kidding? Cal
made us all buy one.” He smirks back at the way your eyes widen a little in
surprise, one of his arms locking around Roxana’s waist to pull her into his
chest. “Oh come on Y/N, don’t look so surprised. The boy can’t help being head
over heels for you.”
“Whatever.” You roll
your eyes, but you can’t hide the blush the flushes your cheeks. Both Rox and
Ash only smirk more, and you leave them alone in search of the frat president.
You find him easily, Michael at his side being a giveaway. Michael and Calum
had been best friends since they were five, having gone through their entire
academic lives together, however your own friendship with him came from several
early morning run-ins in the campus Starbucks. You were surprised when you
realised you hadn’t seen the Music Major since you had begun seeing Calum. They
don’t notice you as you approach however, and you have to cough to get their
attention. “Oi Hood.”
answering smile makes your blush return, although you aren’t sure why. Michael
smirks beside him, winking at you as Calum pulls you into his arms. “You look
“Not too bad
yourself.” You laugh, your eyes scanning Calum’s toga-clad body appreciatively,
smirking when you notice that his outfit did nothing to hide the purpling marks
you’d left on him either. “Nice wreath.”
“Well, gotta show the
competition some support, seeing as
we’re about to beat you at all the events today.” He smirks back and Michael
lets out a boisterous laugh, punching his friend in the arm. “Ow!”
“Ignore him Y/N, we
were told if we didn’t buy one he’d kick our asses, and we both know it’s
because our almighty leader is soft on you.” Mike smirks, dodging the kick
Calum aimed his way. “Nice to see you by the way, we’ve been missing each
“I just thought that,
where’ve you been Mike?” You ask, smiling as Calum’s arm wraps around your
shoulders, pulling you into his side.
“Calum’s not the only
member of Alpha Sig whose been attempting to get his girl.” He shrugs, eyes
looking over your shoulder to where the Kappa Delta camp was. “You know Eleanor
“Yeah she’s in a few
of my lectures.” You nod, smiling at the blonde. “Way to go Mikey!”
yet but…” He shrugs, catching Calum’s eye and smirking. “Anyway, I’ll leave
lover boy to give you your present.”
“Oh right!” You grin,
turning back to look at Cal as Michael walks away. “You bought me a Flower
“Well I figured as
we’re dating, I’m allowed to buy you gifts.” He grins, letting go of you to
grab something off his chair. You cock an eyebrow at his words, and he
momentarily looks uncomfortable. “We are dating, right?”
“Yeah.” You nod, your
own smile growing as his returns. “But if you didn’t buy me one of the crowns
with the real flowers that may change.”
“Good job I got you
this one then.” He smirks, showing you a crown woven with cherry blossom and
white roses. Your smile breaks into a grin as he places it on your head, hands
catching his face to bring his lips to yours. “I’m going to assume that this
means you like it.”
You smile against
him, capturing his lips again as his hands drop to your waist. It only lasts
another moment however, before you can hear the all too familiar shouts of Luke
and Michael and Calum breaks away to send them a glare.
“You want to meet up
later?” You ask, fingers dropping to trace the roman numerals by his collar
bones that were exposed by his outfit. You press down onto one of the hickeys,
a soft hiss leaving his lips only making you smirk. His eyes return to yours, a
suggestive smirk on his own lips prompting you to roll your eyes. “I meant for
a date. I now owe you coffee and a gift.”
“I can think of other
ways you can make it up to me.” You laugh as he wiggles his eyebrows, swatting
his chest before he ducks his head to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’ll
pick you up at six, we can go back to the coffee shop if you want?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
You nod, leaning up to brush your lips against his a final time before you pull
away completely. “Don’t think this means I’m going easy on you today.”
He laughs as you walk
away from him, Roxana appearing at your side, ready to go to Omega Chi’s base.
Warnings: Oh boy…AU, threesome, underage age difference, dubcon, explicit male x male oral/anal sex, mild violence/bondage, orgasm denial, masturbation, adult language/themes, actual blasphemy (I’m not sorry hahahaaa), mild horror.
Notes: So um…I was planning on posting this for Halloween, which would’ve been appropriate considering the content but eh, life is what it is and in my case its fairly busy. This whole thing started as a set of drabbles i sent a friend where we were discussing our intense (and blasphemous) priest-kinks and decided that Taekwoon would actually make a really nice priest and yeah…we are terrible. I’m gonna warn y’all, this is a bit of a trainwreck like, its fucked up, and if you’re uncomfortable with underage protagonists it might not be for you. Not that the actual age of the characters is fetishized in any way but it could make some people uncomfortable. Also, i actually creeped myself out writing it (yup, i’m a complete wuss) so yeah if mild horror isn’t your thing…steer clear. In other news i’m halfway done writing some Chained Up related stuff so i might be on my way out of that year long writer’s block. Yay. So please enjoy and lemme know how y’all liked it xoxo
Because I am too hype for summer and I’m still stuck on bestfriend!5sos
You and your best friend Calum create a list of things to do together during your last summer together before college.
It was a time honored tradition. Every year, on the
last day of school, you and your best friend Calum would get together and write
a summer bucket list, a list of ten things you wanted to do together before the
summer was over. It had been going on for as long as you could remember. You
still had some of the lists the two of you had made in your early years, with
stupid things like visit the moon (Calum’s mom had taken you to the planetarium
instead, and the two of you had decided that that was close enough), build a
treehouse (there were still a few boards hanging from the tree in your backyard
as the two of you had gotten bored and abandoned it halfway through the
summer), and get a dog (you had both tried your hardest to convince your
respective parents, only to be shot down) on them. They had become more
sophisticated in recent years, get your driver’s license (from the summer you
were both sixteen, you had accomplished this on the first try, Calum had to
attempt multiple times), get drunk for the first time (done in his basement
with a bottle of wine swiped from his parent’s fridge the summer you’d both
been seventeen), and get a job (you’d worked at the same diner that same
summer, you quitting once school started up again to focus on your studies and
Calum getting fired after about a month after screwing up one too many orders).
However, this summer’s would be the most important. It was the summer between
high school and college, with you and Calum planning to go separate ways in the
fall, attending schools in completely different states. You knew things were
about to change in a major way, and you were determined to have one last great
summer with your best friend before then.
Like clockwork, the two of you had met at your house
again, just after graduation. You’d pulled out of sheet of paper, the two of
you had brainstormed ideas, and together you’d come up with a list of ten
things you wanted to do before summer was over.
Hi, Father. Are Novus Ordo priests permitted to wear cassocks? Are priests permitted to wear beards?
If I may be just a little picky here, I don’t care for the term “Novus Ordo priests” because each priest of the Latin or Roman Rite should be familiar with both the Novus Ordo (Ordinary Form Mass) and the Tridentine Missal of 1962 (Extraordinary Form Mass).
Some Catholic priests may say, “I refuse to ever offer traditional Mass in Latin” or “I will have nothing to do with the Novus Ordo” but that is not the mind of the Catholic Church. Catholic priests are supposed to attend to all the needs of the faithful of Christ, even if they have to offer different forms of the Mass in different languages. Unfortunately, they don’t do this—but they should, in an ideal world.
So, I just wanted to clarify that. I think when you say “Novus Ordo” priests, you refer to the typical priest who exercises a Catholic ministry? For instance, those priests, like me, who are attached to a diocese, work under a bishop, and have an active life in serving a Catholic parish?
If that is the question, then, yes, we are permitted to wear cassocks. The US National Conference of Bishops recommends that priests minister in a traditional Roman collar uniform, with pants and shirt with collar (casual) or clergy suit with Roman collar (more formal) or a cassock.
Some priests walk around with khakis, jeans, t-shirt, Hawaiian shirt, or casual slacks. Some wear the collar in a black uniform. Some wear the collar with different colored uniforms. And some wear a cassock. Not only that, a diocesan priest is permitted to wear a sash with his cassock, a cuff link shirt underneath the cassock, a shoulder cape, and even the large black cape worn during cold weather. Along with the cassock, they may wear a biretta as well.
Diocesan clergy, or parish priests, have always tended to be independent and have a great variety of tastes in their clergy attire. Depending on whether parish priests gravitate to a more “liberal” or a more “traditional” outlook, they have worn what feels comfortable.
The bishop may complain that our clothing is too casual, and worldly, or too formal and high church. But the bishop has very little authority for telling us (parish priests) whether we may or may not wear the cassock. The guidelines from the National Conference permit the cassock. I hope this is a helpful answer.
Do you prefer to wear a cassock or a clergy suit while in public?
I prefer the clergy shirt. It is easy to wash and take care of. The cassocks and suits have to be dry cleaned the more I wear them because I live in an area of warm weather and sweat a lot in those clothes.
Part of the problem also is that because I have a heart condition, for some years now, I have found it very difficult to wear the cassock for long periods because I don’t naturally have a good cooling system/metabolism as far as my body goes. That means I perspire more with thick clothes on in the heat and tolerate the heat a lot less than people with a normal heart. Hopefully, when I have heart surgery some day, I’ll have more tolerance to hot clothes and will be able to wear the cassock more.
Hey, for the song lyric thing, could you do "A lifetime of laughter, in exchange for the death of a bachelor", from Death of a Bachelor by Panic at the Disco, with Dean? If so, that would be awesome. Thank you!
You staggered down the Las Vegas Strip, laughing and stumbling with Dean at your side. There were a few too many drinks in your system, but you weren’t so hammered that you couldn’t get back to your hotel.
“Dean!” you laughed. “We’re going the wrong way!”
“No, no, I’m sure this is it.”
Drinking was a tricky thing. If you had too much to drink–and by too much, you meant passed out on the pool table drunk–then you would to drown whatever sorrows you felt. On a night like tonight, the celebration of a hunt done well buzzing through your system, then you were out on the town. The end result was always the same, though, regardless of whether or not you ended up in some other guy’s bed: waking up with a hangover that could kill.
You decided not to think of the outcome, you never did, and just to stay in this bubble of merit that was so rare to come by.
You almost tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, and Dean caught you, laughing as you nearly pulled him down with you. “De-Dean, this isn’t our hotel,” you wheezed. “I think this is the wedding place where Sam and Becky.”
There was a man standing out front trying to lure intoxicated couples inside for a quick buck and an even faster wedding. He wore an obviously false and fake Roman collared clergy shirt, the buttons on top undone and the sleeves rolled.
He locked eyes with Dean, and his face split into a grin. “To the young, lovely couple in the front row!” he shouted with far too much fervor. “Make this one a night that you’ll never forget. What do you say, kids?”
Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “Thanks, padre, but we ain’t looking for marriage.”
“Truuuuuuueeee,” you stretched, leaning on his arm to support yourself. Though, the thought of marrying Dean wasn’t entirely unappealing, as, through the time you’d been dating, you had developed deeper feelings for him–feelings that most hunters deny or try to run from, like you assumed Dean would.
The “priest” laughed at your lack of ability to speak, but continued trying to persuade Dean. “Come on, son. A lifetime of laughter at the expense of the death of a bachelor. And with a looker like this one–” he gestured towards you with his thumb, letting out an exaggerated wolf whistle. “–I wish I could find myself a girl like that.”
You readied yourself to throw another protest, but when you looked up at Dean, he seemed pensive. He glanced down at you, saw him staring, and smiled.
“What do you say, Y/N? Wanna get hitched?”
You were surprised to find your heart rate increasing, and, completely unlike you, you giggled. “Know what? It’s Vegas! Let’s do it!”
Needless to say, when you woke up the next morning with a cheap, plastic ring on your finger and a marriage certificate, you were more than a little shocked.
EDIT: It’s been like two months and I just realized that the lyrics in the request were slightly off, so I just fixed it to the correct ones.