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hi all, this is a bit of a more unfortunate post. i’m going to be taking a little break from writing and will be away from my blog for the next week at a half, which means my works will be put on a slight hold. my dad has recently been going through some heart troubles and since we live apart, i’ll be roadtripping to go visit and spend time with him. we are working to get things fixed but it’s just a bit of an anxious time, so i’ve been having trouble focusing on writing.

i apologize for the various delays as i want nothing more than to get televangelism posted, but i also wouldn’t want to rush or serve up a muddled up mess on a platter to you guys. thank you all again for your support and i hope you’ll all be able to hang on tight for just a bit longer. much love, sawyer.

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i am such a happy camper right now guys .

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hello all! just a small update on televangelism, the estimation date has been crossed and i am now estimating roughly another week or so of writing ( give or take ) is left, as more ideas have come to me after more brainstorming. i am also visiting and spending time with my close friend that i don’t often get to see because we live a good distance away, so i took today and will be taking tomorrow to have a small break, but then it’s back to writing!

i want to give a big thank you for all your support and reassure that to everyone who has asked to be added to my taglists, i have you added!

thank you for your patience, and much love from your buddy sawyer ♡

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The naaavvvv ong account layout eats down, i read ethel cain and lana in one post and immediately came to follow

WAA THANK U !!! a layout change is likely underway soon but it’ll still take a while since i plan to make graphics for everything, which i’m excited for ! and yesss ethel and lana are such heavy inspirations for televangelism ! in the linked playlist, you can find all the songs i have on repeat while i write !

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ahhh this makes me SO happy to hear, you have no idea !! ur theme is already so lovely but i’m sure i’ll love whatever little tweaks you decide to make to it ! i spent last night trying to mess around with psds for my next theme lmfao .. graphic design is my passion ( makes me want to die )

i’ve been making sure to take some in between breaks from writing to ensure i give my brain a rest ahaha, thank you for giving me the reminder ! i find that if i write too much i start to get repetitive in my sentence structure so breaks are very important for sure ♥︎ ofc !! also a very big fan of attic angel !!! the way the tonal switch is portrayed when they hear the movement from the attic was my favvvvorite UGH certified genius over here

hi hi !! i am SO FREAKING EXCITED for your sunoo fic you have no idea ꒰๑*´ᗜ`*꒱ 🤍 also your account is so pretty and well organized~ ! i hope you’re doing well and that your writing process is too ♡ looking forward to your works !!

WOWOWW HI HELLO ! first of all thank you SO much, i am ecstatic to hear that, it encourages me well ! ❤️‍🩹 and thank you in regards to my theme, i’ve got some minor tweaking to do here and there but i’m content with it for now haha

i’m doing great and in the midst of writing more as i answer this ask ! hopefully i’ll be at the halfway-ish mark of the fic before i go to bed, so we cheered LOL. i also look forward to your future releases and give such big thanks again for providing the inspiration for televangelism ! harvest of purity gen had me in my bed shedding tears :@;!4$’w

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hi :D can i join the taglist for the sunoo fic ? (@sunoo-to-cleanse-the-soul)

i am SAT i will read it all in one sitting once it releases, the preview is so good !!

pls have a good day☆☆ ty !!

yes of courseee !! adding you right after i hit the post button here ! tysm for your support and i hope to hear your review once the completed fic is published !!

☆ i hope you’re having a good day as well !!

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hi hii >< hopping by to tell u that i absolutely luv ur account?! its so so pretty :0

OMG ??? thank u SAUURR MUCH i literally love ur works and the way u format things and ur entire account ?!! thank u so much for mutual and the support hello ?? i’m so geeked LOL

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just watched fear street prom queen ( personally such a let down ,,, was disappointed for various reasons but i digress ) and in result, also watched my favorite fear street which was 78’ and now i’m hatching up a little something something for a future fic idea!

however, i need help from the masses. in terms of a 70s summer camp slasher …

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your entire acc eats down so hard but most of all, omg religious imagery 🖤 please add me to your perma tl or the tl you’ll have for the sunoo fic 🦢 it looks so so so so good, im excited and I WILL be there

HELLOOOO ARE U KIDDING ME UR THEME IS SO SICK ??? LIKE LITERALLY SOOO COOL UGH. i used to have an old blog where i dedicated a lot more time to my themes so my current one is sufficing for now but once i finish televangelism i’ll probably set a day aside to give myself a more fleshed out theme 🫠

i’ll add you to both of my taglists !! thank you so much for the support and i look forward to taking a deeper dive on your account as well omgg… cheers to new enmoots !!!

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hi hi !! i am SO FREAKING EXCITED for your sunoo fic you have no idea ꒰๑*´ᗜ`*꒱ 🤍 also your account is so pretty and well organized~ ! i hope you’re doing well and that your writing process is too ♡ looking forward to your works !!

WOWOWW HI HELLO ! first of all thank you SO much, i am ecstatic to hear that, it encourages me well ! ❤️‍🩹 and thank you in regards to my theme, i’ve got some minor tweaking to do here and there but i’m content with it for now haha

i’m doing great and in the midst of writing more as i answer this ask ! hopefully i’ll be at the halfway-ish mark of the fic before i go to bed, so we cheered LOL. i also look forward to your future releases and give such big thanks again for providing the inspiration for televangelism ! harvest of purity gen had me in my bed shedding tears :@;!4$’w

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omg omg your theme is gorgeous!! ♡

OH THANK YOU !! that’s such a high compliment coming from you because your theme is literally so beautiful, i was in awe looking over your profile !! thank you for the support, i look forward to being mutuals and reading your works as well. !!

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── TELEVANGELISM † PREViEW

PAiRiNG 𓈒 ⛪️ kim sunoo x fem ! reader

MDNI 𓈒 reblogs &. feedback appreciated. official release estimated 06.03. 2.9k WC ♪♫

𝑽iewed as an angel sent by the heavens themselves since you were born, you’d worked tirelessly to prove your devotion and faith. Your godly grace finally pays off on the sweltering summer evening of your 20th birthday. It was that fateful Sunday, 1964, that the abandoned barn sitting just on the outskirts of your typical bike ride home shows you that sinners can disguise themselves as saints.

   TAGLIST 𓈒 @gnarlyhoons † open! send an ask to join

   GENRE & THEMES 𓈒 religious horror, psychological thriller, angst, mild nsfw / smutty themes here and there, toxic romance, dependency, angst, southern gothic au, some fluff because i’m not completely evil ?

   AUTHOR’S NOTE 𓈒 hello everyone! sawyer here, thank you for checking out the preview to my sunoo fic, televangelism. i’m posting a sneak peak in hopes to promote the final release a bit better, so reblogs and support are super super helpful and appreciated. i’d like to clarify that this is a dark fic and will contain various dark and nsfw themes, so mdni and readers discretion advised. at the time of this note, i’ve got over 5k written up and i estimate the final product will have anywhere between 25-35k words total! so stay tuned.

   CONTENT WARNINGS 𓈒 this will be a sacrilegious work of fiction. due to this being a preview and not including any dark topics thus far, i will not list the warnings until the final version releases. if leaving an ask to request to be added to the taglist, please know that there will be various darker topics ahead.

   INSPIRATIONS 𓈒 @fangel ‘s harvest of purity, ethel cain, pearl and x (2022), the concept of divine intervention, southern gothic / midwestern living, nicole dollenganger, a bit of lana del rey.

The birds sang a song of rebirth, euphonious and kind amongst the ears of the many warm bodies huddled within the church, the low hum of cicadas muddled in with hushed whispers and merriment. It was a sweltering and humid summers evening, the occasional breeze bristling by just enough to give the gardenias a rustle.

It was 5:15 PM, Sunday, 1969. Today is the day you turn twenty years old. Today, you sink into the cold and shallow depths of devotion.

Chipped paint along the pews, soft linen against flushed and faintly sticky skin. You can feel your heart fluttering. You’d given your entire life’s purpose for this very moment, every prayer, every good deed, every lesson learned and taught, every holler and hoot for mistakes made… all to get here. To prove that you were worth it, that you were pure and as docile as a fawn eating straight out the palm of God himself.

It’s not that anyone had ever thought of you as anything but, not at all. In fact, you were your quiet little towns most idolized and cherished possession, the type of girl that makes heads turn and tongues tie. Always kind, never swore, the type of girl that boys told their parents about— A ‘I wanna put a ring on that girl’ girl, a ‘I wanna be that girl’ girl. Never a day passed where you didn’t make sure to do all your chores, and you always set the table. You smelled like fresh cotton, honeyed amber, and ripe fig, good for the takin’. You always dressed proper and accordingly, never a skirt or dress too cheeky, but perfect enough to not be deemed a compete prude. You were smart, humble, and as sweet as apple pie; it was hard for people not to admire you, which is why the turn out for your baptism was rather impressive.

It wasn’t very common to be baptized so far down the line, and a few of your peers always gave you a bit of shit for it– playfully, of course, but you paid no mind to it. Your parents told you from a very young age that you had to work for your devotion, to show that you knew where your intentions lay. There would be no point if you would turn and succumb to distractions, to sin. They worried that taking such an important step in the earlier stages of your life would be too risky, they feared immaturity and it’s wicked reign on your ability to choose right from wrong. You used to beg, to plead for this very moment, many failed attempts to convince your parents met with a stern ‘hush your mouth’ that never failed to make you swallow your heart. Eventually, they noticed your efforts and felt unspoken pride upon receiving praise from the other parents and adults around town, many wishing they could have given birth to an angel like you. There’d even been a running joke about how you must be a late bloomer, otherwise you’d have sprouted your wings and long since ascended from this place you called home.

You could tell it made your parents swell with a gratification that almost felt blasphemous. Almost.

“She’s a sight for sore eyes, ain’t she…?” A whispered voice had mumbled to another, brown puppy dog eyes taking you in as if his life had depended on it, like he was an addict and you were the bourbon. You’d known Sim Jake since you two were practically in diapers, blossomed and crafted by the same religion, raised with tender love. You’d consider him to be one of your closest friends, though he saw you as much more. He’d never admit it, and you’d never admit that you’d known about how he’s felt for years. Everyone’s got their secrets, after all.

“She looks pretty in white,” said the other through bated breath, also unable to pry away his timorous gaze. “She looks pretty in everything, Hee.” Jake had corrected subtly, nudging his knee against his friends all while continuing to watch as the pastor preached your name to the congregation, the sound like bliss upon the two boys’ ears. Lee Heeseung, a mutual friend of both you and Jake, whom you’d had the pleasure of meeting one chance spring day on a bike ride to the diner. You’d been running errands for your mother all day and found yourself feeling a bit worn down and blowsy, your roseate features giving it away. Jake and Heeseung had been hanging out with a few more of your schoolmates, laughing up a storm and exchanging stifled gossip. It was Jake who had noticed the moment you had walked in, his head perking up at the sound of the bell similarly to a loyal dog excited for the return of their owner, but Heeseung wasn’t much far behind. He had met your figure, trailing from your cowgirl boots up to your exposed calves, teetering the lace lined edges of your white colored dress, past your father’s oversized flannel, and finally up to your face and neck where he watched the beads of sweat get dabbed away with the back of your palm. Despite your flustered appearance, you still managed to look effortless and delicate in every movement you made, not rushed or frazzled. Just there, smiling sickly sweet.

He knew then that if he wasn’t careful with you, he’d end up with a toothache, a rooted cavity that would burn like fire and brimstone.

You’d gotten a peach cobbler milkshake that day, deciding to reward yourself for all your hard labor, but before you could pay Jake had made his way from behind you, telling the worker that he’d cover your tab. Heeseung envied the way that his friend was born with such natural charm, he couldn’t hate him even if he tried. Hell, no one could. When he’d seen the way you smiled winsomely down at your boots and thanked Jake with the flutter of your lashes and that doe-eyed stare, he knew then and there that the feelings you evoked from people were no different.

“And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.”

You felt the frigid water hugging your bare legs like it was ready to devour you whole, your gown pooling similar to a jellyfish floating mindlessly, the water seeping further and further up the fabric. Although you felt the many anticipatory stares of everyone and met them back with your own feeble gaze, in this moment you felt yourself drift, a sensation of disconnect resonating deep within you. The words of the pastor began to sound faint, muddled, as if you’d already been underwater for hours now.

“Have you received Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?”

You responded instinctively and attentively to the questions you were asked despite not rendering anything being spoken. It left your lips like a kiss goodbye from a lover going to war.

“Will you obey and serve Him as your King for the rest of your life?”

You allowed your eyelids to shut, overflowing with the beckoning call of white noise and wind chimes. Another timid agreement digging its way out from the back of your throat, solidifying faith to take host into your body, a vehement pietism.

“Because you’ve professed your faith in the Lord Jesus, I now baptize you in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.”

Drying off was a bit of a pain, a towel only being able to do so much before you’re left damp and mildly uncomfortable, but you didn’t mind it too much. The gentle hum of a mindless tune left your plush lips as you made your way out from the changing room, your maryjane’s hooked around your fingers by the straps as you fled from the church with the gentle patter of your steps following suit. Typically people would change into a pair of dry clothes after their baptism, but your parents insisted it would be better to let you soak up all of “God’s gracious glory”, so you were to remain in your dampened clothes and walk home, giving yourself time to dry off. A ride home would be much more convenient, but your father would be damned to let the seats of your beaten pickup truck take on a bit of water.

A few people remained outside after service had ended, chatting amongst themselves about Lord knows what. You spotted your parents standing beside that familiar baby blue Chevy, feeling your chest swell with excitement upon seeing your bike in the cargo bed. With quick paced steps, you ushered over and watched your father haul out your cycle and set it down for you along the dirt.

“My starlet! Oh thank you, daddy!” You cooed out, placing your shoes into the wire basket along the front end and going to hug your father only for him to place two rough hands against your arms, abruptly stopping you from reaching any closer.

“Woah there, darlin’… Save it for when the sun soaks you up.” He warned, his thin lip smile causing you to cover up your faltered expression quickly, a stiff smile along your lips as you relaxed back onto the flats of your bare feet, nodding in response. “Right… sorry.”

“Supper should be ready by the time you get home long as you don’t do no piddlin’, you hear me?” Your mother said, making her way to the passenger side of the truck. You nodded once again silently, flickering your gaze off to the side only to notice a faint twinkle catching your attention. Just before your father could also bid you goodbye, you managed to choke out a gentle call.

“W-Wait!” You watched him halt his steps, turning around with an arched brow as he stared your smaller frame down.

“Could I take the radio with me? I wanna listen to the preachin’ stations,” You explained quietly, feeling your hands mindlessly clutching and toying with the handlebars of your bike. “Please…?”

After a long fleeting moment, your father let out a long exhale from his nose, a habit he often did when he’d give in to your requests, causing you to try and hide a growing grin along your face. You watched him reach back into the bed and pull out the small AM-FM radio, giving it a quick check over before settling it into your basket with a knowing look. “You know the rules.“ He commented sternly, resulting in you giving him a tight lipped look, bordering a faux smile. “I’m a devoted woman now, daddy.” You reminded, as if to reassure him that he had nothing to worry about, let alone hassle you for. He stared you down for a while before reaching up a calloused hand to place along the top of your head, giving it a gentle shake, pulling away and hopping into the truck. You gave a wave, watching them pull off down the pavement until they were far out of sight, your face falling into a more neutral expression.

It hadn’t lasted but a second upon feeling someone’s hand gently brush against your shoulder, your head whipping around as a result in a faint startle. “Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” You calmed at Jake and Heeseung’s familiar faces, a meek expression creeping on your own. You waved a dismissive hand, keeping one along your bike handles to keep it steady. “It’s alright, I suppose I’ve got the bearings of a church mouse s’all…” You replied, allowing a small blanket of silence to cover the three of you. You hadn’t noticed it, but Jake had became at a loss from words, finding his prying eyes gazing a tad too far down your dampened dress, being able to see it was a bit see through now that he was closer and not watching you up on a podium. He quickly had cleared his throat, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck while turning off towards the side, suddenly fixated on the crooked telephone poles in the distance.

“We were,” Heeseung decided to speak up, his voice coming out in an awkward and insecure mumble at first before he worked up a bit more confidence to continue. “We were wonderin’ if you needed a ride home…? We saw your folks leave, and we… We—“ He thought over his words carefully, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “We were just worried about you, is all.”

You kept strong eye contact with the boy who spoke, your eyes unwavering as you took in the way he talked to you and stammered over himself. For a fleeting moment, you mauled over how it was cute, but it left as soon as it came. You allowed yourself to giggle under your breath, a breeze rolling through and causing your hair to caress your face, your free hand reaching up to tame the masses. “That’s real sweet of you, thank you kindly,” you chimed, watching the way their faces had lit up.

“Great! Just tell u-“

“But I’ll be alright.”

The way their faces fell flat made something in your stir a bit, but you dismissed it and tilted your head to the side, watching the way they communicated with one another through glances. “Right… well, you just be careful,” Jake finally found it in himself to speak once again, but his demeanor had changed significantly, clearly showcasing concern along his features. “Pastor told us a storm was gonna be rolling through soon. Said it would be short, but it’ll come down like God’s wrath.” He mumbled, taking out his anxiety by picking at his dress shirt sleeves.

You laughed a bit, adjusting your bike and hiking up one leg to toss over onto the other side, propping yourself up onto the seat, balancing yourself on your tiptoes. “A storm? It’s hotter than blue blazes out here, but I’ll take your word.” Your hands reached forward into your basket, fumbling around with the antenna and knobs along your radio, “I’m a big girl,” you breathed, peering over your shoulder with an all too alluring gaze.

“I can handle it.”

The route to get to your house was quite the ways away, a rough two hour walk, but you could scrape it down to a little over forty minutes if you biked the entire way and kept a consistent pace. You had to navigate through the busier parts of town, passing by the mom n’ pop shops and various restaurants before making a turn off one of the main roads where the ground turned to gravel and dirt. You knew you were in the final stretch when you reached the prairies, the long outstretch of yellow tall grass going on for the last half hour before you’d reach your house. The homes along the outskirts were spaced out graciously, around three to five minutes apart from each other via car- Although your town was far from the city life, this kind of living was better for more private and secluded people much like your parents.

You had stopped by the store on your way out of the more convoluted area, picking up a hefty pomegranate to pick at when you got home and having it tucked in the corner of your basket for safekeepings. It wasn’t nearly as hot as it was before, the skies having clouded over and casting a gloomy yet warm hue over the vast stretch of land, the humid breeze pushing against your body as you walked your bike along the dirt, deciding on taking a break from all the peddling. Your radio crackled with the occasional static, the words of the televangelist on the station cutting in and out. You didn’t mind though, you’d heard this sermon many times before, so much so that you’d memorized the spoken gospel and filled in the gaps under your own breath, eyes boring ahead at the path before you.

“We come together today…”

The grass flowed against the wind like waves in water, mother natures vigorous ocean. The definite clicking of your bicycle chain blending into the faint static of the man’s voice coming through the speakers.

“In dark times such as these, we must all remember to look to the lord for guidance. Submit yourselves, then, to God.”

You ran your tongue along the front of your teeth, feeling the sensation of a light sprinkle starting to tatter along your skin. You glanced at the sky, stoping in your tracks as the deep rumble of thunder boomed through your ears, sending a vibration coursing through your chest– Still, you mindless muttered the preacher’s words under your breath.

“Amen.“

From the corner of your eye, a bright and quick flash caught your attention enough for you to hastily crane your head to the side, your eyes straining out into the distance with a sense of upheaval, as if the atmosphere had shifted within the span of that singular second. The preacher’s words of devotion no longer filled your ears, leaving behind a muddled flurry of static and high pitch whirring. A ways away into the fields lay a large abandoned barn that used to belong to an elderly couple you’d known since you were little, covered in faded red paint and wood rot. Unfortunately, they had both passed away several years ago, leaving the barn to fend for itself. As far as you knew, no one ever used it for anything and it remained out of sight; out of mind, only serving as a warm reminder of the pair who showed it great love during their time on earth.

So who was in the barn.

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ur profile is so clean i love it i wanna bite u

OUUGHH thank u saurrr much ur blog is also so well organized and pretty, i knew i had to moot you up on the spot 🫂 bites accepted thnk u

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── TELEVANGELISM † PREViEW

PAiRiNG 𓈒 ⛪️ kim sunoo x fem ! reader

MDNI 𓈒 reblogs &. feedback appreciated. official release estimated 06.20. 2.9k WC ♪♫

𝑽iewed as an angel sent by the heavens themselves since you were born, you’d worked tirelessly to prove your devotion and faith. Your godly grace finally pays off on the sweltering summer evening of your 20th birthday. It was that fateful Sunday, 1964, that the abandoned barn sitting just on the outskirts of your typical bike ride home shows you that sinners can disguise themselves as saints.

   TAGLIST 𓈒 @gnarlyhoons † open! send an ask to join

   GENRE & THEMES 𓈒 religious horror, psychological thriller, angst, mild nsfw / smutty themes here and there, toxic romance, dependency, angst, southern gothic au, some fluff because i’m not completely evil ?

   AUTHOR’S NOTE 𓈒 hello everyone! sawyer here, thank you for checking out the preview to my sunoo fic, televangelism. i’m posting a sneak peak in hopes to promote the final release a bit better, so reblogs and support are super super helpful and appreciated. i’d like to clarify that this is a dark fic and will contain various dark and nsfw themes, so mdni and readers discretion advised. at the time of this note, i’ve got over 5k written up and i estimate the final product will have anywhere between 25-35k words total! so stay tuned.

   CONTENT WARNINGS 𓈒 this will be a sacrilegious work of fiction. due to this being a preview and not including any dark topics thus far, i will not list the warnings until the final version releases. if leaving an ask to request to be added to the taglist, please know that there will be various darker topics ahead.

   INSPIRATIONS 𓈒 @fangel ‘s harvest of purity, ethel cain, pearl and x (2022), the concept of divine intervention, southern gothic / midwestern living, nicole dollenganger, a bit of lana del rey.

The birds sang a song of rebirth, euphonious and kind amongst the ears of the many warm bodies huddled within the church, the low hum of cicadas muddled in with hushed whispers and merriment. It was a sweltering and humid summers evening, the occasional breeze bristling by just enough to give the gardenias a rustle.

It was 5:15 PM, Sunday, 1969. Today is the day you turn twenty years old. Today, you sink into the cold and shallow depths of devotion.

Chipped paint along the pews, soft linen against flushed and faintly sticky skin. You can feel your heart fluttering. You’d given your entire life’s purpose for this very moment, every prayer, every good deed, every lesson learned and taught, every holler and hoot for mistakes made… all to get here. To prove that you were worth it, that you were pure and as docile as a fawn eating straight out the palm of God himself.

It’s not that anyone had ever thought of you as anything but, not at all. In fact, you were your quiet little towns most idolized and cherished possession, the type of girl that makes heads turn and tongues tie. Always kind, never swore, the type of girl that boys told their parents about— A ‘I wanna put a ring on that girl’ girl, a ‘I wanna be that girl’ girl. Never a day passed where you didn’t make sure to do all your chores, and you always set the table. You smelled like fresh cotton, honeyed amber, and ripe fig, good for the takin’. You always dressed proper and accordingly, never a skirt or dress too cheeky, but perfect enough to not be deemed a compete prude. You were smart, humble, and as sweet as apple pie; it was hard for people not to admire you, which is why the turn out for your baptism was rather impressive.

It wasn’t very common to be baptized so far down the line, and a few of your peers always gave you a bit of shit for it– playfully, of course, but you paid no mind to it. Your parents told you from a very young age that you had to work for your devotion, to show that you knew where your intentions lay. There would be no point if you would turn and succumb to distractions, to sin. They worried that taking such an important step in the earlier stages of your life would be too risky, they feared immaturity and it’s wicked reign on your ability to choose right from wrong. You used to beg, to plead for this very moment, many failed attempts to convince your parents met with a stern ‘hush your mouth’ that never failed to make you swallow your heart. Eventually, they noticed your efforts and felt unspoken pride upon receiving praise from the other parents and adults around town, many wishing they could have given birth to an angel like you. There’d even been a running joke about how you must be a late bloomer, otherwise you’d have sprouted your wings and long since ascended from this place you called home.

You could tell it made your parents swell with a gratification that almost felt blasphemous. Almost.

“She’s a sight for sore eyes, ain’t she…?” A whispered voice had mumbled to another, brown puppy dog eyes taking you in as if his life had depended on it, like he was an addict and you were the bourbon. You’d known Sim Jake since you two were practically in diapers, blossomed and crafted by the same religion, raised with tender love. You’d consider him to be one of your closest friends, though he saw you as much more. He’d never admit it, and you’d never admit that you’d known about how he’s felt for years. Everyone’s got their secrets, after all.

“She looks pretty in white,” said the other through bated breath, also unable to pry away his timorous gaze. “She looks pretty in everything, Hee.” Jake had corrected subtly, nudging his knee against his friends all while continuing to watch as the pastor preached your name to the congregation, the sound like bliss upon the two boys’ ears. Lee Heeseung, a mutual friend of both you and Jake, whom you’d had the pleasure of meeting one chance spring day on a bike ride to the diner. You’d been running errands for your mother all day and found yourself feeling a bit worn down and blowsy, your roseate features giving it away. Jake and Heeseung had been hanging out with a few more of your schoolmates, laughing up a storm and exchanging stifled gossip. It was Jake who had noticed the moment you had walked in, his head perking up at the sound of the bell similarly to a loyal dog excited for the return of their owner, but Heeseung wasn’t much far behind. He had met your figure, trailing from your cowgirl boots up to your exposed calves, teetering the lace lined edges of your white colored dress, past your father’s oversized flannel, and finally up to your face and neck where he watched the beads of sweat get dabbed away with the back of your palm. Despite your flustered appearance, you still managed to look effortless and delicate in every movement you made, not rushed or frazzled. Just there, smiling sickly sweet.

He knew then that if he wasn’t careful with you, he’d end up with a toothache, a rooted cavity that would burn like fire and brimstone.

You’d gotten a peach cobbler milkshake that day, deciding to reward yourself for all your hard labor, but before you could pay Jake had made his way from behind you, telling the worker that he’d cover your tab. Heeseung envied the way that his friend was born with such natural charm, he couldn’t hate him even if he tried. Hell, no one could. When he’d seen the way you smiled winsomely down at your boots and thanked Jake with the flutter of your lashes and that doe-eyed stare, he knew then and there that the feelings you evoked from people were no different.

“And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.”

You felt the frigid water hugging your bare legs like it was ready to devour you whole, your gown pooling similar to a jellyfish floating mindlessly, the water seeping further and further up the fabric. Although you felt the many anticipatory stares of everyone and met them back with your own feeble gaze, in this moment you felt yourself drift, a sensation of disconnect resonating deep within you. The words of the pastor began to sound faint, muddled, as if you’d already been underwater for hours now.

“Have you received Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?”

You responded instinctively and attentively to the questions you were asked despite not rendering anything being spoken. It left your lips like a kiss goodbye from a lover going to war.

“Will you obey and serve Him as your King for the rest of your life?”

You allowed your eyelids to shut, overflowing with the beckoning call of white noise and wind chimes. Another timid agreement digging its way out from the back of your throat, solidifying faith to take host into your body, a vehement pietism.

“Because you’ve professed your faith in the Lord Jesus, I now baptize you in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.”

Drying off was a bit of a pain, a towel only being able to do so much before you’re left damp and mildly uncomfortable, but you didn’t mind it too much. The gentle hum of a mindless tune left your plush lips as you made your way out from the changing room, your maryjane’s hooked around your fingers by the straps as you fled from the church with the gentle patter of your steps following suit. Typically people would change into a pair of dry clothes after their baptism, but your parents insisted it would be better to let you soak up all of “God’s gracious glory”, so you were to remain in your dampened clothes and walk home, giving yourself time to dry off. A ride home would be much more convenient, but your father would be damned to let the seats of your beaten pickup truck take on a bit of water.

A few people remained outside after service had ended, chatting amongst themselves about Lord knows what. You spotted your parents standing beside that familiar baby blue Chevy, feeling your chest swell with excitement upon seeing your bike in the cargo bed. With quick paced steps, you ushered over and watched your father haul out your cycle and set it down for you along the dirt.

“My starlet! Oh thank you, daddy!” You cooed out, placing your shoes into the wire basket along the front end and going to hug your father only for him to place two rough hands against your arms, abruptly stopping you from reaching any closer.

“Woah there, darlin’… Save it for when the sun soaks you up.” He warned, his thin lip smile causing you to cover up your faltered expression quickly, a stiff smile along your lips as you relaxed back onto the flats of your bare feet, nodding in response. “Right… sorry.”

“Supper should be ready by the time you get home long as you don’t do no piddlin’, you hear me?” Your mother said, making her way to the passenger side of the truck. You nodded once again silently, flickering your gaze off to the side only to notice a faint twinkle catching your attention. Just before your father could also bid you goodbye, you managed to choke out a gentle call.

“W-Wait!” You watched him halt his steps, turning around with an arched brow as he stared your smaller frame down.

“Could I take the radio with me? I wanna listen to the preachin’ stations,” You explained quietly, feeling your hands mindlessly clutching and toying with the handlebars of your bike. “Please…?”

After a long fleeting moment, your father let out a long exhale from his nose, a habit he often did when he’d give in to your requests, causing you to try and hide a growing grin along your face. You watched him reach back into the bed and pull out the small AM-FM radio, giving it a quick check over before settling it into your basket with a knowing look. “You know the rules.“ He commented sternly, resulting in you giving him a tight lipped look, bordering a faux smile. “I’m a devoted woman now, daddy.” You reminded, as if to reassure him that he had nothing to worry about, let alone hassle you for. He stared you down for a while before reaching up a calloused hand to place along the top of your head, giving it a gentle shake, pulling away and hopping into the truck. You gave a wave, watching them pull off down the pavement until they were far out of sight, your face falling into a more neutral expression.

It hadn’t lasted but a second upon feeling someone’s hand gently brush against your shoulder, your head whipping around as a result in a faint startle. “Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” You calmed at Jake and Heeseung’s familiar faces, a meek expression creeping on your own. You waved a dismissive hand, keeping one along your bike handles to keep it steady. “It’s alright, I suppose I’ve got the bearings of a church mouse s’all…” You replied, allowing a small blanket of silence to cover the three of you. You hadn’t noticed it, but Jake had became at a loss from words, finding his prying eyes gazing a tad too far down your dampened dress, being able to see it was a bit see through now that he was closer and not watching you up on a podium. He quickly had cleared his throat, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck while turning off towards the side, suddenly fixated on the crooked telephone poles in the distance.

“We were,” Heeseung decided to speak up, his voice coming out in an awkward and insecure mumble at first before he worked up a bit more confidence to continue. “We were wonderin’ if you needed a ride home…? We saw your folks leave, and we… We—“ He thought over his words carefully, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “We were just worried about you, is all.”

You kept strong eye contact with the boy who spoke, your eyes unwavering as you took in the way he talked to you and stammered over himself. For a fleeting moment, you mauled over how it was cute, but it left as soon as it came. You allowed yourself to giggle under your breath, a breeze rolling through and causing your hair to caress your face, your free hand reaching up to tame the masses. “That’s real sweet of you, thank you kindly,” you chimed, watching the way their faces had lit up.

“Great! Just tell u-“

“But I’ll be alright.”

The way their faces fell flat made something in your stir a bit, but you dismissed it and tilted your head to the side, watching the way they communicated with one another through glances. “Right… well, you just be careful,” Jake finally found it in himself to speak once again, but his demeanor had changed significantly, clearly showcasing concern along his features. “Pastor told us a storm was gonna be rolling through soon. Said it would be short, but it’ll come down like God’s wrath.” He mumbled, taking out his anxiety by picking at his dress shirt sleeves.

You laughed a bit, adjusting your bike and hiking up one leg to toss over onto the other side, propping yourself up onto the seat, balancing yourself on your tiptoes. “A storm? It’s hotter than blue blazes out here, but I’ll take your word.” Your hands reached forward into your basket, fumbling around with the antenna and knobs along your radio, “I’m a big girl,” you breathed, peering over your shoulder with an all too alluring gaze.

“I can handle it.”

The route to get to your house was quite the ways away, a rough two hour walk, but you could scrape it down to a little over forty minutes if you biked the entire way and kept a consistent pace. You had to navigate through the busier parts of town, passing by the mom n’ pop shops and various restaurants before making a turn off one of the main roads where the ground turned to gravel and dirt. You knew you were in the final stretch when you reached the prairies, the long outstretch of yellow tall grass going on for the last half hour before you’d reach your house. The homes along the outskirts were spaced out graciously, around three to five minutes apart from each other via car- Although your town was far from the city life, this kind of living was better for more private and secluded people much like your parents.

You had stopped by the store on your way out of the more convoluted area, picking up a hefty pomegranate to pick at when you got home and having it tucked in the corner of your basket for safekeepings. It wasn’t nearly as hot as it was before, the skies having clouded over and casting a gloomy yet warm hue over the vast stretch of land, the humid breeze pushing against your body as you walked your bike along the dirt, deciding on taking a break from all the peddling. Your radio crackled with the occasional static, the words of the televangelist on the station cutting in and out. You didn’t mind though, you’d heard this sermon many times before, so much so that you’d memorized the spoken gospel and filled in the gaps under your own breath, eyes boring ahead at the path before you.

“We come together today…”

The grass flowed against the wind like waves in water, mother natures vigorous ocean. The definite clicking of your bicycle chain blending into the faint static of the man’s voice coming through the speakers.

“In dark times such as these, we must all remember to look to the lord for guidance. Submit yourselves, then, to God.”

You ran your tongue along the front of your teeth, feeling the sensation of a light sprinkle starting to tatter along your skin. You glanced at the sky, stoping in your tracks as the deep rumble of thunder boomed through your ears, sending a vibration coursing through your chest– Still, you mindless muttered the preacher’s words under your breath.

“Amen.“

From the corner of your eye, a bright and quick flash caught your attention enough for you to hastily crane your head to the side, your eyes straining out into the distance with a sense of upheaval, as if the atmosphere had shifted within the span of that singular second. The preacher’s words of devotion no longer filled your ears, leaving behind a muddled flurry of static and high pitch whirring. A ways away into the fields lay a large abandoned barn that used to belong to an elderly couple you’d known since you were little, covered in faded red paint and wood rot. Unfortunately, they had both passed away several years ago, leaving the barn to fend for itself. As far as you knew, no one ever used it for anything and it remained out of sight; out of mind, only serving as a warm reminder of the pair who showed it great love during their time on earth.

So who was in the barn.

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﹙ 💌 ﹚ 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝓜𝐄 𝓑𝐀𝐂𝐊! ──────𝐀 𝓖𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘𝓗𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝓢𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

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🍒 ﹕ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠&𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ! fem!reader, semi-supernatural, semi-mystery, humor, mental health topics, cheating (not reader), abusive parents, grumpyxsunshine, drama, she fell first but he fell harder, partially smau but more writing, slow burn, death mentions, cursing, heeseung doesn't show up until later, unrequited love, iceskater!hoon, other idols as supporting cast, dumb teens in love, angst, love triangle, one ending!

𝓢𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝑖𝐒! you, the average teenage girl who reads fanfictions, swerves your life to the strange as one day, you discover jellypop, a sentient flip phone, in your locker. this so-called 'jellypop' has a lot to say about you, more specifically about your love life; how you're drifting away from your apathetic boyfriend, kang minu. but then, you find yourself sandwiched between two boys as you run into park sunghoon, minu's aloof (or maybe not?) friend and lee heeseung, an uprising model who hides a secret.

﹙ 💌 ﹚ 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝓛𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐒. . . 𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗠 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗦, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌!

OO1. prologue

OO2. i HATE park sunghoon!

OO3. the mysterious flip phone. . .

OO4. does he really love me?

OO5. the deep ache of my heart

𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡. . .

𝓣𝐀𝐆𝐋𝑖𝐒𝐓 ﹙ 🍒 ﹚ 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡! 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓. . . 𝓞𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝑖𝐎𝐍: 𝓣𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 #CLiCK4LOVE! 💌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖿𝖿𝗌! ‹3

[7bites]

hit the 5k mark (1/5 completion ?) for televangelism. wondering if i should go ahead and make one of those teaser posts where you can read a bit of it and ask to be added to the taglist … ? i think it could result in better reach that way but i’m debating if i should do that or just post to entirely when it’s finished ,, i’ll decide within the next few hours LOL

[7bites]

televangelism is in the works ! i estimate it dropping within a week or so ? if i don’t get too tired and caught up with work ! it’ll be a sunoo one-shot, so expect a high word count ^ ^ feel free to shoot an ask to be on the taglist !