I Really Forgot Mha Is My Favorite Anime

Fuck it, what if I just kiss them and see what happens?

love day fics go hard 😻

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

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Book Title: The Mole Theory (Non-idol!Park Sunghoon x gn!reader)

Genre: Fluff, reincarnation/soulmate-ish? AU, college AU (Valentine’s fic)

Proofread: No (if any inconsistencies, especially with pronouns, let me know.)

Word Count: 2.7k

Now playing: “Apocalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex

Content Warnings: this is a work of fiction and is not meant to assume how any real, not fiction person acts in their personal life, gn!reader, 3rd person POV (they/them used to reference reader), fluff, slight angst, reader initially thinks they’re not meant to be loved (incorrect for reader and for you), Y/n not used but “____” in place of a name, reader has two moles (1 on lips, 1 on underside of their jaw) but they aren’t visible unless someone’s really looking for them, random character “Ash” is reader’s friend, awkward kiss scene right at the end.

Author’s Note: I’m really nervous abt writing this cus I’ve never written for a real person before😭then my irl pointed out that when I write, I should write what I want cus it’s for me and not anyone else. It’s a little late in the day but still Valentine’s Day where I am, so enjoy! (Also, this is the specific photo I’m using for reference for his lil moles.😽😽)

____ was convinced they weren’t meant to be loved in any life. But they came to terms with that a very long time ago. It wasn’t something to stress over for them. It was just one of those things that simply wasn’t meant to be. This was unknowingly confirmed when a friend told them about the “mole theory.”

“That doesn’t even sound like a real thing.” They gave Ash a look of disbelief as they took a sip of their drink. The cafe around them served as a comfy hang out spot the pair frequented before and after class — today’s case was the former. Ash got her usual of a simple hot coffee with a couple of sugar packets and a splash of milk while ____ got their favorite.

“I swear it is!” Ash laughs, setting her drink down and pulling out her phone to open Google. “Look,” she handed them the phone, “it’s this myth or legend-like thing that says wherever you have a mole is where your lover in a past life kissed you the most! Isn’t it romantic? I mean at this point-”

____ sort of tuned Ash out as they sat their own drink to the side and scrolled through whatever article Ash had opened. It said practically the same as whatever Ash was spewing — at least they assumed it did. They really weren’t able to listen to her drone on about her boyfriend while reading an article.

“Okay, so” ____ cuts Ash off before she can get too deep into a spill about how cute she thought one of her boyfriend’s habits was, “what’s the point of this again?”

They hand her phone back to her as she deadpans a little. “Did you not hear the first half of what I said?” When met with a blank stare and a small shrug from ____, Ash sighs and repeats a summary of what she’d been saying. “I said, if this legend is true then it basically proves the existence of past lives! I mean, everyone has moles. Plus, it’s just so romantic to imagine that you were loved so deeply in a past life that it left a permanent mark on you in the next,” she practically swoons.

“I don’t have any moles,” ____ points out. They look down at their arms, twisting them side to side a bit to reveal skin with as many moles as a block of concrete. They go over their body in their mind, not recalling a single one that they’ve been able to see.

“I can almost guarantee you have at least one mole somewhere on your body,” Ash says with a confident expression, her arms crossed over her chest and her body leaning back in the booth.

____ just shakes their head with another shrug. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen one. Guess love wasn’t meant to find me in this life or the last.” They say it so casually and with such honest belief that Ash can only stare at them with a lightly incredulous look. But before Ash can rebuttal her friend’s self-deprecating words, ____’s phone buzzes and chimes with an alarm. “That’s my alarm to head to class. See you later?” they say, grabbing their drink and their bag without another word.

However, as much as they don’t want to admit it, the thought that they weren’t loved in this life or the next weighed on them a little. They thought back to the times they could’ve used a partner’s shoulder to cry on and the holidays they’ve been missing out on couple activities during. They would always tease Ash about her being excited to celebrate things like Valentine’s Day when her and her boyfriend could just show that same appreciation for each other every day (not that the couple didn’t anyway).

Then their mind wandered back to the mole theory in specific. They realized just about everyone she knew had at least one mole on their arm, leg, or even their collarbone. But they can’t recall a single one on their own body and face. The other people must’ve been loved lots in their past lives. Park Sunghoon, for example, has at least three just on his face. ____ wouldn’t be shocked if they were scattered all over the guy. What’s not to love?

Sunghoon and ____ were friends. The two weren’t as close as he was with the boys he grew up with, but they were close enough that they would sit next to each other and have idle chats if either one of them were in the same place without any of their other friends. It didn’t happen often. However even with their interactions being as rare as they were, it wasn’t hard for ____’s feelings to be affected.

Sunghoon was easy to be around. He was easy to talk to, very calm (with the exception of being around his friends), and was a great listener. Although ____ could’ve sworn he might’ve been spacing out several times prior, staring unblinkingly at different points of rooms and at different people. (They would bet their life on catching him staring at their lips once in a class the two shared, but it was more than likely a coincidence.) They shook the thought of Sunghoon out of their mind as much as possible as they walked to their class.

Valentine’s Day rolled around a couple days after Ash and ____’s cafe conversation. Ash and ____ had exchanged the small valentines they’d had a tradition of giving each other since childhood, Ash and her boyfriend going out for the rest of the day afterwards. ____ had exams coming up soon, so they decided to head to the library for a few hours to prepare.

It was quiet, as per usual. There were some simplistic, non-distracting valentines decorations scattered around. ____ nodded in a polite hello to the librarians as they made their way to their favorite table. They could count on one hand the amount of people in the library on the love holiday, excluding their self and the librarians. Even if they were included, ____ wouldn’t need ten fingers to count the current capacity of the building.

____ had been reading over notes and copying them down a couple times each for about an hour before an unexpected voice softly spoke up.

“Can I sit with you?”

____ jumped a bit at the voice, not expecting anyone to approach them. What was even more unexpected — but currently happening — was to see that the voice belonged to Sunghoon.

They quickly composed themself, giving a small smile and a polite nod. Sunghoon mirrored the smile and took the seat opposite ____. They had to admit to themself that a slight feeling of surprise fell over them at seeing him here instead of him being out with someone. With who, they weren’t sure, but they certainly didn’t expect him to be with them in the library.

The curiosity scratched at their mind for a while before they finally decided to quietly ask, “No holiday plans?”

Sunghoon looked up from his own notes and shook his head a little. “No one I felt like going out with. You?” His tone matched theirs, the softness in his voice giving them butterflies.

____ copied his head shake with a slight smile. “No one felt like being with me.”

Sunghoon seems to consider their words for a moment before muttering, “I felt like it.”

This surprised them a little. He’d just said there wasn’t anyone he had wanted to go out with, but he admitted he felt like being with them. The admittance, no matter the intended meaning, brought a wave of flustered heat to their face. They quickly looked back to their notes, a small “oh” escaping them in response.

The pair went back to their respective note taking, working in silence. At least, Sunghoon had returned to working. ____ couldn’t help but repeat his words in their head, sneaking a glance at him after a while. Their eyes were quickly drawn to the trio of his most prominent moles, darting between them as if studying them more intently than the notes for their tests. Their eyes started at the one just to the side of the bridge of his nose, on his right side but on their left. It was probably the darkest of the three, yet the second was the most prominent. It rests on the opposite cheek from the first mole. It would be one of the first details of his face that anyone would notice. Their gaze then traveled to the third mole. It was the lightest and the smallest, under the same eye as the first one. It was also closest to his lips, probably the second feature anyone’s eyes would be drawn to.

The mole theory rushes to the forefront of their mind. The first mole had obviously been the place Sunghoon’s past lover had kissed the most of the three, the darkness making this evident. They imagined their own kiss making the spot even darker in his next life, this thought making way for the thought of his lips leaving a love mark on ____ in their own next life. They tried to force the thought out of their mind, but it only evolved into them trying and failing to not think about how his lips would feel on theirs. Would that be a place he preferred to kiss often? Would it be often enough to leave a mark after this life comes to an end? The swirling of these thoughts in their mind made ____ practically rip their gaze away from him and make an attempt to pretend to focus their attention on their notes for another half hour.

They eventually give up with a small sigh, leaning back in their seat. They let their head fall back, and their eyes close. Sunghoon takes this as a sign of frustration with studying and lifts his gaze to them.

“Frustrated with notes?” His voice reaches them, but they don’t let their eyes go back to him knowing they’d get flustered and warm all over again. Instead they decide to let him believe that and just offer a slight nod. A few beats of silence pass between them before the scraping of a chair being pushed away from a table and back to it sounds out. ____ thinks he just decided to leave, until they hear the chair next to them make the same noises. They open their eyes and see Sunghoon being exceptionally close to their side, moving their notes close to him and reading over them.

“What are you doing?” ____’s whisper is full of shock as Sunghoon continues to read over their notes.

After a second, he looks over to them with another signature soft smile. “Helping you with your work. You said you were frustrated, right?”

____ has to force their mind to focus on his question instead of the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his arm so close to theirs. They only manage a soft nod, not trusting their voice to give out on them even in a whisper. They decide their mind is playing tricks on them when it sees his eyes flick to their lips for less than a millisecond before he turns to their notes again. ____ decides they might be going insane as they see the very tips of his ears glow a soft red.

Sunghoon and ____ go over the notes for another hour before they both decide to be done with work for the day. ____ has to beat another bout of butterflies down as Sunghoon suggests getting a post-study snack together.

They walk to the campus convenience store with light conversation filling the occasional silence. Nothing of major importance is said before or while they get their snacks. Until the two decide to eat their snacks in the park. They have a seat at one of the benches — the warmth and cologne ____ felt from him before returning even more intensely with how small the bench was — and eat their snacks in relative silence.

After a few minutes, ____ decides to bring up the mole theory out of sheer curiosity for his opinion. “Ash — my friend, I think you’ve met — told be about it the other day.”

“It sounds interesting. I like it,” he admits with a soft smile. “It’s romantic.”

“That’s what Ash said,” ____ nods, “but I kinda thought it was silly. It’s a less convincing argument than deja vu.” ____ continues their small rant while Sunghoon quietly gazes at them in listening. “I mean, practically everyone has that and can’t really explain it. At least not with a sure fire round of solid evidence. Not everyone has moles. For example, me. There’s not a single mole anywhere on my body.”

Sunghoon’s eyebrows furrow slightly, and he tilts his head with a confused expression. “What are you talking about? You have at least two.”

____ turns their attention to him with their own confused expression. “What are you talking about? I’ve never seen one and I’ve kinda lived in this body for my whole life.

____’s heart nearly stops as Sunghoon reaches up and leaves the lightest touch on the underside of the left jaw bone. “That’s one of them. It’s darker than…” He moves his touch to the very edge of ____’s bottom lip, directly in the middle. “…that one.” His voice is considerably softer than it was moments ago, and his touch manages to be even lighter. It was almost as though he was afraid being too loud or too rough would break the very world around them.

____’s whole body feels like it’s on fire. Controlling their voice as much as possible (even though it still comes out weak and almost shaky), they ask, “How did you even see those?”

Sunghoon’s touch finally falls from their skin, and they miss it immediately. He turns his attention to a very interesting patch of grass between his feet. ____ notices the tinge of red on the tips of his ears again. “I… sometimes I space out. In the class we share together, you sit on the other side of the class, facing me but a couple rows back.” ____’s mind fries at the fact that he pays any attention to them at all besides when he spaces out. “One time, you’d switched seats with the person that does sit right in front of me. You were close enough now that I could see that one,” he points to his own lips this time, still not looking in their direction, “and now I can’t help but notice it every time I see you. Then earlier, in the library, I saw this one,” he points at his jaw where the mole would be on him.

Silence settles over them, a certain tension filling the air. ____ lets it linger before speaking up. “Do you believe it?”

That confused look raises to Sunghoon’s expression again, and he finally turns to them again. “What?”

“The mole theory. You said you liked it, and you thought it was romantic. But do you believe it?”

Sunghoon considers their words for a moment. “I guess so. Why?”

“Well… I’ve decided I believe in another theory. My theory is that whoever left the love marks on you from a past life is the same person you’re meant to be with in every life. I also believe that the kiss from your past — and destined — lover feels different in those places than if someone else kissed them.” It’s ____’s turn to be intrigued by a grass patch. The suggestion makes the air feel even heavier than before.

____ is considering imploding right then and there until they hear Sunghoon speak up. “Test it.”

They turn their gaze to him to see his usual calm expression returned to his face. “What?”

“Test it. Test your theory.” He leans a little bit closer, as if inviting the test. A small smirk grows on his face the more ____ stares at him in shock mixing with a feeling of being flustered. “Or should I test it for you?”

He lets ____ process his words for as long as they need, each other’s eyes glancing towards the other’s lips. ____ only gives a small nod and leans into Sunghoon’s kiss.

They think their mind must surely be playing tricks on them when they swear they can feel moles they hadn’t noticed before grow warm under his lips being on theirs and his hand gently grazing their jaw.

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“hey, siri. call-” elena barely got her sentence out when her phone began to ring. she made her way to the counter and peered at her phone before answering it.

“hello?”

“hey, cariña. how are you feeling?” her husband’s soft voice came from the phone.

“i feel fine, mi amor. you know, i was actually just about to call you.”

“were you? we must be in sync,” elena could hear the smile in his voice, “i wanted to let you know i’m on my way to get the girls, and then i’ll be on the way home.”

as elena opened her mouth to respond, there was a knock at the door.

“hm, well i’ll see you when you get here. te amo, miguel,” though she spoke with pure adoration, most of elena’s attention was on the door.

“te amo, mi esposa.”

as the call came to an end, elena made her way to the door. before opening it, she pressed her ear against in an attempt to recognize a voice coming from the other side of the door.

“.. and we’re gonna be friendly and respectful, and we’re not gonna play with our web shooters, alright?”

“i know, dad. what’s taking him so long to open the door?”

“you don’t what he’s doing. that might not even be his car in the driveway, may.”

may?

“who is it?” though she had an idea of who was behind the door, elena wanted to be sure.

“oh- uh, my name is peter! i’m looking for miguel o’hara?-”

“and i’m mayday!”

taking a deep breath, elena unlocked and opened the door, leaving the door chain in place as a precautionary measure.

as she peaked through the small crack, elena looked up and saw a man. he appeared to be pushing fifty, his hair peppered with gray strands. dressed appropriately for the transitioning weather, peter had on creme colored knitted sweater and jeans. mayday had on an army green sweater dress, her wild curls slightly tamed and tied up in a ponytail.

“why are you looking for miguel?” elena had an inkling of a feeling as to why, but she wasn’t one hundred percent sure.

“well, we used to work together, ya know? and it’s been a while so i figured nothing wrong with checking in,” peter had a gentle smile on his face, but his emphasis on ‘work together’ left a nauseous feeling in elena’s stomach.

strangely enough, though, being seven months pregnant will also do that.

“are you sure you’re not here about work?”

at elena’s question, peter raised an eyebrow. after a silent minute, peter relaxed his body and gave elena a bright smile.

“he’s told you, right? about our adventures? i promise i’m only here as a friend.”

elena’s stared at the man for a short while before softly closing the door in peter and may’s face, leaving father and daughter in shock.

click!

the door opened, revealing elena’s 5’2 figure. she pulled the door back, allowing the two enough room to get inside her home.

“thank you,” peter gave the much shorter woman a kind smile, one which she returned.

as may got settled on the couch, peter took a look at all the pictures on the mantle and on the walls. as he came across a picture of miguel cradling his younger daughter for the first time, peter turned to elena.

“how long have the two of you been together?”

elena looked at the picture and smiled, vividly remembering the day she brought her little Isabella into the world.

“we met a few months after i had gabriella, so about seven years.”

at that, peter did a double take.

“wait, so gabriella isn’t his?”

“biologically, no. but miguel is the only father she’s ever known, and he’s been around since essentially the beginning,” elena got a bit defensive; though she knew he meant no harm, the way peter worded his question didn’t sit right with her.

“of course, of course. i meant no disrespect. it just shocked me because of..” peter trailed off, but elena knew what he was going to say.

“i know,” elena’s voice was soft, “he told me about her.”

peter gave the woman a soft look before moving along and stopped at a more recent picture.

“who’s this kid?”

the kid in question was a young man in his early twenties. it wasn’t his cheeky grin or the glint of mischief in his eyes that caught peter’s attention.

it was the mostly striking resemblance he saw in himself.

as elena looked at the picture she chuckled a bit. she’d have to call him later.

“actually, that’s peter. he’s an intern at miguel’s office. he babysits our girls sometimes.”

“ah, i shoulda known,” peter b. chuckled out.

the two moved over to the couch where mayday had gotten ahold of the remote and was surfing through channels before landing on disney channel.

“oh!” elena exclaimed, “i’m sorry, i just realized i never introduced myself. my name is elena.”

peter let out a hearty laugh before saying, “it’s lovely to meet you, elena.”

as he got comfortable, peter continued, “so, how’d you two meet?”

as miguel’s mini suv got closer to his home, the man’s nerves increasingly got worse. he couldn’t explain it, but something felt off to him.

“papi! i show you ‘n mami my drawing!”

at two years old, isabella was a bit of a fire cracker. the concept of an indoor voice hasn’t registered in her little mind, and she was incredibly demanding.

terrible twos, right?

through a chuckle, miguel simply responded with, “i can’t wait to see it, mi princesa.”

turning into the driveway, miguel stared at his family’s home. as he moved to gather isabella from her car seat, gabriella grabbed her bag and rushed to the front door, waiting impatiently for her dad to unlock it.

with isa in his arms, miguel walked up the driveway. in an effort to be discreet, he gently pushed gabriella out from in front of the door. if someone unfamiliar was inside their home, he’d need his kids to get as far as way as possible, as soon as possible.

with a slow turn and push, the front door was open. the first thing miguel spotted was his pretty wife, her manicured hands resting on the swelling of her belly — yet another girl.

the second was the little red head girl sitting on his couch under his throw blanket watching his telenovela.

the third was the wide smile on the face of the man standing in his living room.

ay dios mío.

“miguel, old buddy! it’s been waaaaay too long! how ya been?” completely ignoring the look of utter defeat on miguel’s face, peter walked over with arms open wide in preparation for the long awaited reunion.

“not long enough. how and why are you here?” Miguel dodged the hug, instead moving toward elena to deposit their little one reaching for her mama.

“your ears aren’t bleeding, are they, amor?” he asked with a kiss to her temple. she chuckled lightly, shaking her head no.

“peter’s been fine. i’ll take isa so you guys can catch up.”

miguel slouched on the couch while elena left with Isabella on her hip. with gabriella dragging may to her room, the two men were left alone.

“elena says she’s a stay at home,” peter spoke first, either unaware or uncaring about his friend’s dread.

“she is. peter, why are you here?”

peter took a minute to examine his friend. there was white sprinkled in his hair, which was a little longer than it was the last time they saw each other. there were light bags under his eyes, but he didn’t look tired. he looked.. content.

“believe it or not, i missed you, man. i wanted to see how you’ve been and then i found out you had a whole family and i just.. i’m happy for you.”

miguel looked at the man standing in front of him. he’d toned down the smile, but there was still joy in his expression, albeit more subtle. the crows feet were prominent on his face even without a smile there.

“… what do you wanna know that she hasn’t already told you?”

peter’s eyes shined.

“everything.”

“- and this is gabi after her first soccer game.”

miguel had pulled out the photo albums he and his wife used to document their lives together.

“wow! man, i gotta say it: for you to have this great life and all you had to do was wai-”

“wait,” miguel cut him off.

“yeah! all you had to do was-”

“no. shut up,” he was looking towards the stairs.

“… what’s wrong?” peter whispered, having no clue what triggered his closest friend.

as he stood, miguel responded, “gabi is never this quiet with company over.”

and with that, he made his way up the stairs taking two at a time, quiet yet efficient. peter wasn’t far behind.

miguel opened the door to his oldest daughter’s room. laid on the bed in the middle of the room were the two young girls stretched out every which way, completely knocked out. peter smiled as he watched the man deflate.

he went across the room to shake his daughter awake. with a groan, she sat up and promptly crawled up her father’s back, silently demanding a piggyback ride. with the girl gathered on his back, peter turned to his friend.

“well, i guess it’s time for me to get this one home to her mama. you mind?”

miguel pressed the buttons on peter’s wristband, opening the portal into what looked like may’s bedroom. as he stepped forward, miguel called out to him.

“peter.”

he turned around and raised an eyebrow, prompting the man to continue.

“it was… nice. to see you, i mean.”

“ahh, it sucks that i’ve got my girl on my back. i would’ve given you a great hug, man.”

“… get out of my house.”

by the time miguel got gabriella properly situated in her bed, put dinner away, and made it into his bedroom, it was pushing 11 o’clock at night. elena was sitting up in their bed, little isabella sprawled out at the foot asleep.

“mi amor, where are her pants?”

“i got up to go to the bathroom and when i came back, she was just standing in the bed chewing on the pants leg. she wouldn’t let me put them back on her,” elena responded, smiling softly at the little one.

miguel chuckled softly as he gathered the toddler in his arms. as she was moved, she began to whine around her pacifier.

“oh, i know, mija. we’re gonna go sleep in your pretty princess bed,” miguel cooed at her, rubbing her back.

as he paced slowly, soothing their daughter, elena smiled at her husband.

“how was your evening?”

miguel sighed. elena knew he was about say something along the lines of a complaint, but the truth was written all over his face before he even began.

“he asked so many questions, my love. And every time i would get around answering them, he’d ask a million more it felt like. and he kept saying how beautiful you are-”

“aw, that’s sweet.”

“- and obviously i know that. how else would you be pregnant right now? and he was saying how nice it is that i have this family to come home to everyday and… yeah. it was all very repetitive. i would’ve preferred to be lying down with my beautiful wife.”

elena laughed at him. even though her husband did, in fact, complain about his night, she could tell he enjoyed seeing peter.

“well now that he’s gone, there’s nothing stopping you from doing just that,” she responded to him, smiling softly and patting his side of the bed.

miguel stopped his slow pacing and looked at his wife. her face was bare of any makeup, all of her blemishes and dark spots out for him to see. she had her hair tied back in a scarf and she was wearing what she affectionately called her “granny gown.” miguel took notice of all of this.

“every time i look at you it’s like i fall in love with you over and over again.”

elena cheesed at him and replied, “hurry up and get her to bed so i can kiss you.”

it didn’t take long to get from his bedroom to the nursery. when he came back, he quickly got ready for bed so he could spoon his wife. as he crawled into bed, miguel pressed three kisses to his wife’s lips before lying down behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso, his hands caressing where the youngest o’hara slept.

“she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl, too. i can feel it,” elena called out softly. miguel hummed in thought.

“she might surprise you. maybe she’ll be under her mama all the time like gabriella was.”

“yes, and gabriella is a daddy’s girl. you’re proving my point, amor,” elena retorted as she rubbed a thumb over miguel’s hand. the man responded by pressing his lips to the woman’s neck.

“i love you, elena.”

there was so much overwhelming love in her husband’s voice that all she could do was repeat his words back to him.

as the two closed their eyes, miguel thought about what peter said to him earlier.

it is nice that I get to come home to this everyday.

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰 (❁´◡`❁) 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩? 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 @1-800-writersblock 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘥𝘥, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

nanami actually came back from shibuya safe and sound and took this cutie home with him

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻. 𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑨'𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹

【𝘚𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘖𝘕 4 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 | 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕】

𝘊𝘞 : 𝘔𝘜𝘙𝘋𝘌𝘙, 𝘚𝘜𝘐𝘊𝘐𝘋𝘌

𝘞𝘊 : 1,395

𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

✧ thinking about sasha’s sister who’s like three years younger than her. they were as close as you can get.

✧ i think it goes without saying that she took sasha’s death the hardest.

✧ i’m talking full blown breakdown. cried so hard she passed out only to wake up crying again.

✧ she’d calmed down enough to be somewhat social when kaya came inside one morning followed by a pair of siblings. mia and ben.

✧ however, all of that went out the window when niccolo told her family that mia was the kid responsible for the death of her big sister.

✧ she blacked out.

✧ not for long, though. when she came to, there was too much happening. someone screaming bloody murder, someone pulling on her hair, someone’s arms wrapped around her.

✧ she realized it was her not only screaming (think azula at the end of atla book three), but also pulling at her hair. her mom was holding her, trying to stop her from hurting herself.

✧ i’d like to say it was at this point that she cracked up.

✧ while her family was being held at gun point by yeagerists, she sat holding her knees, rocking back and forth and mumbling to herself.

“she’ll die. she has to, she killed my sister. i’ll kill her. i’m gonna kill her.”

✧ even after the girl saved her little sister, there was nothing she wanted more than to end her life.

✧ while her family was being escorted by scouts through the fire, she quietly stood behind the girl she hated more than anything and whispered in her ear.

“i am going to kill you.”

✧ after the rumbling and the death of the yeager brothers, everyone felt a peace they’d never felt before.

✧ everyone except one braus girl.

✧ the year was 860. it was just after what would’ve been sasha’s 26th birthday. with a smile, she’d told her family she wanted to do a bit of traveling. they were so excited for her, it seemed she was finally gonna be herself again.

“take care of everyone while im gone, kaya, okay?”

“okay, sis. have fun! hurry back, though, we’ll miss you.”

✧ no one noticed the missing handgun.

✧ stepping onto the boat felt like a breath of fresh air, the trip to liberio relaxing.

✧ she spent twelve days looking for gabi. she spent another fifteen following her around liberio, watching her every move. on the twenty eighth day, she cornered the girl in an alleyway.

gabi slowed to a stop as she felt the presence behind her. she would usually come here to try out different narcotics with falco because levi hated the smell of it indoors.

“i was wondering if it was levi you were following, or me,” she spoke before turning around. behind her stood an individual wearing a cloak. there was a small smirk on her face, but she was very clearly irritated by her stalker.

“gabi,” was the only word that came out of the young woman’s mouth. there were so many emotions rushing through her. so much anger, so much sadness.

so much joy.

the irritable smirk on gabi’s face fell slowly but surely at the somewhat familiar voice. she couldn’t pinpoint it, but something about it caused a chill to run down her spine, causing her to feel something she hadn’t in over five years.

“do i.. know you? why are you following me, what do you want?” the initial fear she felt was replaced by something more fiery by the second.

“you killed my sister, gabi,” she stepped into the moonlight. gabi could finally see it all. the dark green cloak. the hood over the woman’s head. the expressionless face and the bloodshot eyes staring at her.

before giving gabi a chance to speak, she spoke again, “do you remember what i said to you, gabi? after you shot that titan?”

and it was in that moment that gabi truly understood the severity of her situation. she tried to mask it, but the fear she felt earlier came back tenfold.

“i’m so sorry about your sister, i swear i am. i wish i could take it back-”

“what did i say to you, gabi?”

gabi stilled. she figured she could probably take her in hand to hand and the woman didn’t look armed. if she was armed with something though, that might be a different story.

“hold on, wait. i.. i’ll do whatever you want. this doesn’t have to get violent! we can figure something..”

she trailed off as the gun was pulled out of the cloak.

“can you bring my sister back, gabi? if not, there’s really nothing else to be said.”

“wait! you’ll get arrested!”

“there are six bullets. i only need to save one after i’m done with you.”

“h- hold on! what about kaya! your family!”

“my family will be just fine. please stop talking.”

“please, don’t do this! think about sasha! she wouldn’t-” gabi screamed as a shot rang out.

“wiil you shut up. you really have the gall to use sasha to talk me out of this? i’m doing this for sasha,” she spoke with unadulterated rage before sighing.

“great. now i only have four to spend.”

“please don’t do this to me, i don’t wanna die! im sorry!” gabi cried.

the woman before her cocked her head to the side.

“i don’t recall asking what you wanted, gabi. do you think sasha wanted to die?” her voice was dripping with confusion, almost as if she couldn’t comprehend why gabi would try pleading with her.

as her final tactic, gabi shouted through tears, “falco’s on his way here! you’ll get caught-”

“good. that means you won’t have to rot for long.”

with that, two consecutive shots rang. as her legs gave out, gabi screamed in pain from the newly placed holes in her knees.

the woman walked up to her, pulling her hair back and forcing the gun into her mouth.

she contemplated making the girl beg for her life, but before she could she heard hurried footsteps coming their way.

“gabi, i heard gunshots! and screams! are you ok-” as falco rounded the corner, he came to an abrupt stop seeing the love of his life on the ground, bleeding from both legs, a gun shoved in her mouth, and tears and snot running down her face. he made eye contact with the woman standing above her and recognized her as the oldest girl from the braus home.

“stop! don’t hurt her please i’m begging you!”

“you’re here faster than i anticipated. it doesn’t matter though. changes nothing,” her voice was eerily calm as she pulled the trigger a fourth time.

blood splattered on the wall behind gabi as the light in her eyes went out.

falco’s anguished cries were all that was heard as he finally ran to gabi.

“gabi! please don’t leave me! look at me, everything’s gonna be okay! just hold on!” he held her in his arms, doing everything in his power to wake her up.

“check for a pulse,” a soft voice spoke from behind him, because of the adrenaline rush he felt, he didn’t question it.

he reached for her wrist first. then her neck. after placing his fingers under her nose, he felt his heart crack.

“she’s not breathing,” he spoke so softly you could hardly hear him.

“she’s dead?” the feminine voice from before responded.

hearing the joy in her voice, falco snapped.

“you monster! you did this to her! she had her whole life ahead of her-”

“so did sasha,” a frown crossed her face as she responded to his shouts.

with tears in his eyes, falco said the same three words that started this journey for the girl.

“i’ll kill you.”

and that frown was replaced by a smile, one entirely too big given the circumstances.

“no need. i got it covered.”

she died with a smile.

✧ levi ended up being the one to inform the families of the murder-suicide. after consoling the grieving braun family, he took it upon himself to travel to paradis.

✧ his arrival with sasha’s old cloak, now splattered with blood, and a letter on top said more than enough.

✧ he informed them that her body had been on the boat with him and was going to be at the morgue until they could get her buried.

✧ she got a nice plot right beside her big sister.

𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 500 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘹 (⊙ˍ⊙). 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴? 𝘺𝘦𝘴) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

i need to talk to someone ANYONE PLEASE IM BEGGING about epic.

the concept

the lyrics

the vocals OH MY GAWD THE VOCALS

✦ edit: i have successfully found someone to talk to about epic (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

kinda wanna start posting ff ideas on here so they have more potential than what im giving them now (sitting quietly in my notes). like maybe someone will see them and make a piece of art out of it. i don’t know, imma think on it

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑩𝒀

✧ 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑝𝑠! 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑖 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒.

✦ 𝘈𝘙𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘌: 𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘎𝘜𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘓𝘌𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘚 ✦

✧ 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢: 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳! 𝘔𝘊 ✦ 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06

✦ 𝘑𝘜𝘑𝘜𝘛𝘚𝘜 𝘒𝘈𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘕 | 呪術廻戦 ✦

✧ 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘤! 𝘤. 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘹 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘖𝘊 ✦ 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘶

✧ 𝘬. 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘹 𝘖𝘊 ✦ 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘶

✧ 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦! 𝘬. 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘹 𝘖𝘊 ✦ 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘶

✦ 𝘔𝘠 𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘖 𝘈𝘊𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘔𝘐𝘈 | 僕ぼくのヒーローアカデミア ✦

✧ 𝘬. 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘹 𝘖𝘊 ✦ 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

✦ 𝘚𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘓 𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘚 ✦

✧ 𝘸. 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘹 𝘖𝘊 ✦ 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘶

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

hoping i’ll be dead by the end of the summer so i don’t have to do anything with my life :/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢