Uh...they are BXB oneshots of tiktokers but i wrote these in 2020 so it's SWAYLA and Hype House. I don't know how any new tiktokers, i dont know who is problematic and tbh i don't even know why you would be reading this in 2024 but enjoy, i guess? o...
😈Rebellious gay teen wants to worship the devil and fuck the pastors son😇
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"Jaden hurry up! You're not getting out of this" his mother called from downstairs. He rolled his eyes and pulled at the uncomfortable clothing he was wearing, missing his ripped black jeans and X tee. Trailing downstairs he caught a look at his mother, wearing one of her two nice dresses and makeup, she looked quiet elegant but he couldn't be more irritated at the occasion. "Do we seriously have to go to church" he groaned, putting extra emphasis on the last word. "Yes we do after you tried to sacrifice the neighbors child to satan, you clearly need some spirtual guidance" his mother responded, hoping that her son would feel the Lord moving through him and become a god loving Christian boy. Little did she know that he would catch something, and it wasn't the holy Spirit.
He walked out to the car, and got in the backseat. He would've sat in the front if he wasn't so overly pissed off at his mother and her antics. She turned on the radio and hummed along to the awful 80s music that she loved so much. He blocked his ears out and sighed wishing that his mother had let him bring his phone, but no because nO gAmEs MoRe ImPoRtAnT tHaN gOd. He thought it was the contrary, he couldn't care less about a god. Hell, he cared more about satan than the "god" he was fighting against.
"Why the fuck couldn't I bring my fucking phone" he said as he stared out the window. "Watch your mouth, I don't want to hear any damn curses leave your mouth. ANd your ass better not try to cast some witchcraft on anyone there" his mother demanded, as if she didn't curse twice in her sentence. They pulled into the parking lot, "Divine Evangelical Church" he groaned, "You've gotta be fucking kidding me". He didn't have much hope for this place. "I told you to watch your mouth" his mother snapped. "Yes, it's a lovely church. Been going here a while" she states as she unbuckles her seat belt.
Jaden groaned under his breath. He knew how this day was going to go. A bunch of white racist homophobes talking about their love for a god that didn't exist and didn't care while shunning the LGBTQ and black communities.
He walked in the door, immediately being hit with the smells of essential oils and the sound of a piano, which if you couldn't tel already, he strongly disliked. He didn't want to spend a minute in this place, let alone 2 hours. It reeked of hypocrites and people who thought they were better than others just cause they didn't sin. His mother led him up and they sat in the middle of one of the upper rows, which just ticked him off more since he wanted to sit in the very back as far away from all these people as he could be. He plunked down in his seat, slouching until his mother hit him with a church fan. "Sit up straight, I'm not ironing those clothes once we get home" she whispered at him, he rolled his eyes and sat up, "And stop rolling your eyes before they get stuck in the back of your head"
Church had officially started, and my Satan he hated it. Their worship songs were the most boring thing he'd ever heard, how much plinking guitars and lyrics sung by rednecks about loving Jesus could your ears take before they started to bleed. His mother was right beside him the whole time, and the only thing making it somewhat enjoyable was her voice which sounded amazing. After the songs and the dumbass offering plate, which just made you give money to the church "for god". The pastor walked out. Never had he been so excited to see someone dressed in robes, this meant that his misery was almost over, he thought.
