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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘈𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘙, 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘚𝘊𝘈𝘗𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘙𝘜𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘠 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘠.

𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘙!𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘟 𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌!𝘔𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠, 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘠𝘗𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌, 𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕, 𝘕𝘖 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘉𝘌𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘚 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘉𝘌𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓 𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙, 𝘔𝘈𝘔𝘈 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈, 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛, 𝘔𝘊 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘈 𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘚𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘉𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘈𝘚 𝘈𝘕 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘍𝘐𝘊

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𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

✧ councilor!sevika who loves her wife and daughter more than anything in the world.

✧ councilor!sevika who moved her family out of vaun some years after joining the council.

✧ councilor!sevika who leaves her office after long days and comes home to her fourteen year old babbling about everything under the sun, and even though she wants nothing more than to lay in bed with her lovely wife and sleep for an eternity, she listens to everything her kid has to say (she might fall asleep during it though).

✧ councilor!sevika who is informed during a council meeting that a small explosive went off at the cafe her wife frequented.

✧ councilor!sevika who rushes to the hospital, enforcer in tow, giving her all the information they know.

“it looks like the explosive went off just outside the window of the establishment. not too many people were hurt, but i…”

“you what? spit it out!”

“i… well i think your wife might’ve gotten the worst of it. i think this might’ve been a targeted attack.”

✧ councilor!sevika who shows up at the hospital demanding to see her wife.

✧ councilor!sevika who damn near throws up when the doctors tell her the extent of her wife’s injuries.

“when they found her, the wall had toppled over her. there were shards of glass in her skin from the window. her eardrums were ruptured and she is concussed. her ribs are broken and one of her lungs were punctured. she also has a globe rupture in her right eye. in most cases, those are somewhat easy to fix but i’m not too sure about this one, so i want to perform a vision test when she wakes up. as for her legs…”

“what? what about her legs?”

“well, as i mentioned before, the wall fell on top of her. the rubble, it… it crushed her legs. just below her upper thigh. honestly, it’s a miracle she’s alive.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, while she waits, sends a few enforcers to watch her daughter until she can get home.

✧ councilor!sevika who sprints when she’s finally allowed to see her wife.

✧ councilor!sevika who’s heart stops and feet falter when she sees the light of her life hooked up to the countless machines, the upper right half of her face wrapped in bandages and casts on both of her arms. the hospital blanket covers her from the waist down.

✧ councilor!sevika who chokes up when her left eye flutters open and round lips part.

“… ‘vika?”

“i’m here, doll. i’m right here.”

“where… where's my baby? is she… is she alright?”

“i sent some enforcers to watch her at home, she should be just fine.”

✧ councilor!sevika who watches her wife’s face flash with several emotions.

“what do you- what do you mean? why isn’t she here? she’s not hurt?”

“wha- what do you mean? wait. was she… was she with you?”

“yes, i… i think so? i don’t… i’m not sure. sevika, where’s my baby?”

✧ councilor!sevika who storms out the room just as the enforcers she sent to her home are running down the corridor toward her looking frantic.

“we went to your home, councilor. the housekeeper said your daughter left with your wife this morning. she isn’t there.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, for the next week, balances consoling her wife and trying to let the enforcers do their job. so far, all they’ve come to her with is the obvious: this was a targeted attack, someone from vaun was responsible, and her daughter was taken from the scene.

✧ councilor!sevika who breaks a little every time she has to tell her wife that they haven’t found their little girl.

✧ councilor!sevika who eventually takes it upon herself to find her kid.

✧ councilor!sevika who rolls her eyes and glares fiercely at the other council members when they try to talk her out of it.

“councilor sevika, we understand your pain, but it is in your best interest to just wait while the enforcers handle this. finding your daughter is priority.”

“shut the hell up and listen to what i’m saying. i’m telling you this as a courtesy; i am going find the son of a bitch that took my kid and hurt my wife, and i am going to kill them.”

✧ councilor!sevika who ventures into vaun everyday, armed with nothing but a pistol, going to every bar she can find. she knows whoever is dumb enough to pull the shit they pulled is dumb enough to gloat about it in some way, shape, or form.

✧ councilor!sevika who walks into a newly renovated bar three days into her own investigating and makes eye contact with the bartender who visibly cowers at the sight of the woman. bingo.

✧ councilor!sevika who gets in the bartender’s face, demanding to know everything they know.

“someone hurt my wife and took my kid. tell me what you know.”

✧ councilor!sevika who reaches forward and grab the bartender by the collar of their shirt when they hesitate. she grabs them by the back of their head and pushes them into the bar, their head hitting the surface hard.

“now.”

“i- some woman came in. a- a couple days ago! she- she said something about finally uh- about getting her closure! said you killed her brother and- and she was gonna get her lick back! she was mumbling a lot, really drunk! i- i swear that’s it!”

“where?!”

“i don’t know! i swear i’ve told you everything i know! please!”

✧ councilor!sevika who, two days later sees a flickering light coming from a mostly abandoned building. the same building she spent most of her days.

✧ councilor!sevika who takes two steps at a time to get to silco’s office, ignoring all the memories flooding her mind.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t hesitate to kick the door down just as a woman is bringing a chainsaw down on her daughter who lays tied to silco’s desk, tears and snot running down her bruised and beaten face.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t even stop to think and just pulls the gun from her waistband and shoots at the woman, the bullet piercing her wrist and causing the electric tool to fall and clatter on the floor.

✧ councilor!sevika who stalks over to the woman stumbling away from the desk and grabs her by the hair on her head, dragging her to the clear space in the room.

✧ councilor!sevika who slams the woman to the ground, and stares her in the face. all she sees is the anguish that’d been on her wife’s face for the past two weeks. and then she sees the fear that was on her daughters face when she barged into the office.

✧ councilor!sevika who blacks out as she drives her fist into the woman’s face over and over and over again until she can’t hear the woman’s pleas. and then she continues to punch the woman in the face.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t stop until she registers her girl crying for her mama, the woman in front of her no longer even recognizable as a person.

✧ councilor!sevika who staggers over to the desk to untie her daughter, face and fist covered in blood that didn’t belong to her.

✧ councilor!sevika who is still running on adrenaline, but immediately comes down when her daughter flinches as she approaches her.

“hey, i’m not gonna hurt you. you’re okay, i’m gonna get you home, hon. everything’s gonna be okay.”

✧ councilor!sevika who has to carry her daughter down the stairs and through vaun because she holds onto her so tightly (realistically she wouldn’t have let her walk even if she wanted to).

✧ councilor!sevika who is overcome with so many emotions as she tells her wife that their daughter is safe.

“after they make sure everything is okay, they’re gonna move you two into a recovery room together. that way i can keep an eye on both of you.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, as she holds her weeping wife, thinks about the fact that she came this close to losing everything and can’t help but cry into her wife’s shoulder.

𝘚𝘐𝘟 𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘛 𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘜𝘗𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘎 (*/∇＼*) 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘌!" 𝘣𝘺 @uhlunaro. 𝘪 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘭 (𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 18+). 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢'𝘥. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦n𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘬? 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

i mean this from the very bottom of my heart.

fuck this state.

fuck america.

and FUCK every last one of you ignorant fools that voted for the that clown. especially if you’re of color, a woman, and/or apart of the lgbtq+ community in anyway because that man does not care about you and you clearly have no self respect.

wishing a very brutal death on every last one of you and him. fuck yourself.

Teenage boys can jerk off to empty eyed soulless anime waifu hentai girls getting humiliated or murdered, but God forbid a teenage girl imagine Sasuke and Naruto getting married.

One of these is considered normal and the other is considered creepy, and it's not what it SHOULD be.

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

i haven’t touched aot since it ended and im rewatching it now. i genuinely forgot how awful it is help us all 😭

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

every once in a while i think to myself, ‘having a baby wouldn’t be so bad,’ and then i think abt the fact that

one, i would need to bone a man to get pregnant with said baby (vomiting at the thought of it)

and two, black women are much more likely to die during childbirth than anyone else (tbh not how i’d like to go out)

maybe i’ll adopt later in life. anyways thank you for coming to my tedtalk

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺

𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘖𝘕 𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘛'𝘚 𝘙𝘌𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘔𝘌𝘕

𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘙!𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘛 𝘟 𝘍𝘈𝘙𝘔 𝘖𝘞𝘕𝘌𝘙!𝘖𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘔𝘖𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘕 𝘈𝘜, 𝘖𝘊 𝘐𝘚 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒, 𝘕 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘋 𝘜𝘚𝘌 (𝘪'𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦), 𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘠 (𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘤), 𝘚𝘔𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛, 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘚𝘜𝘎𝘎𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘜𝘈𝘎𝘌, 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘖𝘊 𝘏𝘈𝘚 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘒𝘐𝘋𝘚

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𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

✧ carmen was married and pregnant when she met violet for the first time.

✧ her husband, joseph, had hired a few ranch hands to help out on their in-the-middle-of-nowhere farm after their son was born.

✧ carmen didn’t interact with violet much, seeing as the farm was joseph’s territory and she focused more on the garden in her front yard.

✧ they had a routine:

“good morning, violet.”

✧ carmen would sit on her porch every morning and get some fresh air. after her youngest was born, she would do her first feeding of the day there.

“morning, doll. told ya you can call me vi.”

✧ and that was that.

✧ when violet and loris first started tending to the animals, carmen offered to prepare lunch for them. joseph they said it was unnecessary.

✧ everything was relatively simple and easy going until carmen found out joseph had cheated on her.

✧ tbh saying he cheated is putting it lightly. that man had a whole other family in the city. two girls around the same age as her sons with some woman carmen had never even heard of.

✧ the divorce was quick and easy, what with the irrefutable evidence.

✧ afterwards, the relationship between carmen and violet bloomed fairly quickly.

✧ violet and loris took carmen up on the lunch. home cooked meals on top of the paycheck? yes please!

✧ carmen’s boys spent a lot of time outside with the horses. joshua, at eight years old, had just started learning to ride. two year old charlie just liked to follow his big brother around.

✧ with joshua and charlie spending so much time with violet and uncle ‘oris, as he’d affectionately been dubbed, carmen started joining them.

✧ there was one time in particular when carmen was braiding joshua’s hair on the back of their wraparound porch. violet was rinsing her hands at the water hose when charlie toddled up to her, asking if she’d braid his hair.

“i don’t know if your mama would be okay with me messing with your hair, little man, plus i-”

“oh no, you’re fine. just wash your hands first.”

“… i’m actually not much of a braider. my sister learned, but i’m no good.”

✧ the genuine heartbreak plastered on charlie’s face felt like a punch to violet’s gut. she left work that day and asked her friend mel to teach her how to braid.

✧ almost everyday, violet could feel carmen’s deep brown eyes staring at her at some point. initially she thought she’d done something to upset her employer, but whenever she turned to catch the woman’s eye, karmen would turn away, almost hiding.

✧ and that oh, i've fucked up turned into oh, she’s totally into me.

✧ violet had always been attracted to carmen. it wasn’t just her deep brown skin or her coily hair. it wasn’t the curve of her hips or the swell of her breasts. it wasn’t even her ass.

✧ while she appreciated all of those things, it was carmen’s gentle personality that did it for violet. it was her maternal instinct. her soft voice, her laugh, even her grimace when loris let the family dog lick him in the face.

✧ as time passed, violet began to test the waters.

✧ a pet name here, a brush past her waist there. not enough to get her fired, but just enough to gauge carmen’s reaction.

✧ almost a year after carmen’s divorce, she and violet were outside drinking from a bottle of wine when the tension came to a head.

“violet, i-”

“told you to call me vi, doll.”

“… vi. i have a question.”

“shoot.”

“have you ever… been with a woman?”

✧ violet smirked.

“emotionally or physically?”

✧ carmen, thrown off guard by the vulgar implication of the question, was stuck opening and closing her mouth like a fish. at her reaction, violet laughed.

“honey, have you met me? that’s like asking does a fish need water!”

✧ carmen turned away as she felt her face heat up. the numerous pert names had been a thing for a while but they still got to her.

“so, yes then?”

“yes, carmen. i’ve been with a woman before. have you?” she could hear the smugness in violet’s voice. she shook her head no.

“do you wanna be?”

✧ carmen looked up, eyes wide. bold much?

✧ long story short, carmen ended up with a girlfriend after that.

✧ for a while, she was so stuck on the fact that she was dating someone who was working for her.

“it feels like i’m paying you to be with me, vi.”

“baby, listen to me. you and i both know what i’m being paid for. us being together doesn’t change my work schedule, and it doesn’t change my pay rate. it doesn’t change anything.”

✧ and even though it made sense logically, carmen couldn’t shake the nagging.

✧ violet’s only solution was find another job. and while it upset carmen to not get to see violet as much, she felt it was the best thing to ease her conscience.

✧ for a few months, the two women were in their honeymoon phase.

✧ one weekend, while the boys were visiting their dad and sisters (there’s three now), carmen was preparing dinner while she waited for violet to come over when she got a call from her ex husband.

“hello?”

“why the fuck is my son telling me you laying up with somebody around my kids?”

“i don’t know, but you need to watch how you talk to me-”

“nah, because you got me fucked up if you think you finna have some nigga in my kids’ face.”

“and you got me fucked up if you think you’re gonna call my phone and talk to me like you’re crazy. what i do in my house is my business, and if you must know, i’m not laying up with any nigga.”

“then who the fu… wait. you telling me you fucking on some bitch? you a dyke now?”

“joseph, i’m only saying this once. i am a grown woman living in my own house paying my own bills. you don’t get to cheat on me and have not one but two babies on me, and then criticize what i do after i leave you. i deal with you because you are my sons’ father. our relationship doesn’t go beyond that. i didn’t call you showing my ass when joshua told me that girl was living in your house or that she was having another baby because i trust you to do right by your kids. you need to trust me to do the same. now, if you would like to talk civilly about my partner’s presence around my sons, then feel free to talk to me about that. if not, you have no reason to call me unless it has to do with the wellbeing of our children,” and then she hung up.

✧ when violet showed up that night, she didn’t expect to find carmen bawling her eyes out on her couch.

✧ violet sat carmen on her lap and listened to all of her woes. personally, she had always been comfortable with who she was and if anyone had anything bad to say, fuck them. however, she understood that carmen was coming from a different place, one violet had never been in.

“there’s always gonna be someone with something to say, love. that doesn’t mean you’re doing anything wrong and it doesn’t mean you need to change for anyone. not your family, not your friends, not your ex, not me. only change for yourself.”

✧ after a year, violet moved in with carmen and her kids. the boys, now ten and four, were ecstatic.

“so is this like getting another mama? do we call you mama, too?”

“yay! mama vi!”

“… you boys can call me whatever you feel comfortable with.”

✧ for the next few years, they had a steady routine. carmen would make breakfast, everyone would get ready for the day, violet would get started on taking care of the animals (she quit her janky job after she moved into the house), and once the day was over, carmen and violet would make sure the boys’ hair was ready for the next day.

✧ nothing changed much over the years except for the diamond ring that sat on carmen’s left hand.

𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘵 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘶𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘴4 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

love day fics go hard 😻

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

Back to The Library

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.