hiii! first lemme confess that I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING SO MUCH YOU ARE MY GODDESS. And i was wondering if i can request mini fic on how will rfa+V/Saeran react that after a HUGE fight and misunderstanding MC just left them, was never seen and didn't make any contact. But two or three years later by coincidence they found her in another country (or city) with a child beside her that looks so identical to them (dunno if it will work for baehee ^^;;) AGAIN THANK YOU AND I WUV YOU HUGS ANDKISSES
AHHHHH YOU MADE MY DAY LOVELY ANON. I am so happy you like my writing <3. But wowwee this is an AMAZING request and I had so much fun writing this. Honestly, I don’t think Mini-Fics do this justice but I will post this diddly here and write a sequel post to this maybe next Saturday? :D I am going to keep this under the tab because it is SOOOO LONG GAHDAMN. Thanks so much and as always your love is much appreciated~
Show me and this post some love by FOLLOW/LIKE/REBLOG <3
Also I want to apologize to my Baehee lovers- I REALLY REALLY tried to figure out how to incorporate her into this, but I just couldn’t. I love baehee too but i just couldn’t I grant you all permission to stone me now D:
THANKIES MY BABIES <3
-ALSO SPOILER ALERT READ WITH CAUTION-
He was doing it once again; he compared you to her.
Hasn’t he realized by now, after two years of being together that you were
nothing like Rika?
Were you just her replacement?
All you wanted was for him to study, he had a huge exam coming up and he was still raging on LOLOL. You pulled the headphones off his head and he glared at you angrily, “What the hell, MC? I was in the middle of the game?”
“Yoosung, you have your biochemistry exam tomorrow, you need to study and get some sleep or you will fail,” you said, annoyed that he was being upset with you for caring.
“God MC, can you just leave me alone? Who even cares? I’ll study when I am done playing,” he said as he glared at you once again, snatching the headphones out of your hands and placing them back on the top of his head
That was it. You have had enough and you went over and just unplugged the computer, inciting a loud yell from your boyfriend.
“Why the hell did you do that? I lost all of my progress. Why can’t you just understand and leave me alone? Rika would have.” He spat angrily.
You felt your heart shatter to pieces, tears now beginning to stream down your face. “Is that all I am to you? A replacement for the crush you had on your cousin?” You didn’t even wait for him to reply, you went into his room and pulled all of your stuff into a suitcase.
You walked back out to find him sitting on the couch looking down at his hands. You saw that he was still upset, but so were you. You wanted nothing more but the best for him, you wanted to love and cherish him but you could only be yourself. You were your own person and nobody’s replacement. You opened the door, walking out of his life, looking back one last time you said, “Goodbye Yoosung, I hope that you get over her eventually.” With that, you were gone.
Three long years had passed, and Yoosung had regretted that day ever since. Why didn’t I just stop playing the stupid game? I did need to study for that exam, I threw everything away, I am so stupid.
Three long years had passed since MC had left him. After he calmed down he went to Rika’s apartment, hoping that she was there and that he could apologize. He opened the door to find it empty, he asked Seven to try locating her, but he couldn’t find her, all he knows is that she got onto a train and then the trail went dry.
He had become depressed, the came home and trashed his computer, letting out all his pent out anger on the mechanic device, tears flowing down his face freely. He poured himself into work, finishing school with honors, to most of his professor’s surprises.
He took a year off before furthering his education, hoping to do some travel, to try forgetting the pain that etched his heart permanently. He was going to go backpacking in Switzerland, staying with a small host family in a tiny village. He hoped to learn something about the animal and plant life there but also hoping that the manual labor would help him forget his mistakes, what he had done.
He made the love of his life cry, and have all the happiness drain from his life. He felt a jolt as the car pulled up to the rural village. He stepped out to meet his host family and get settled down. He laid on the bed, contemplating if this really was the right thing to do. He felt tears leave cold trails down his cheeks it was so painful. He had to do something, to try getting over MC. He had ruined things, and he deserved every ounce of pain that he was receiving now.
His ears perked at the soft succession of knocks on his door. He shot up, grabbing his head and groaning at the lightheadedness he was feeling.
“Yoosung, the town has gathered to meet you, won’t you come say hello?” his host mother said cheerfully.
He knew he couldn’t decline, he got up and freshened himself up. He went outside to see a large group of people waiting anxiously outside for him. He introduced himself shyly as they exchanged pleasantries. He found himself wanting to escape, the sadness from thinking about MC still gnawing at his heart slowly.
After what felt like hours, he went to his host mother and told her that he was going inside to begin unpacking.
“Oh but wait, Yoosung, you have yet to meet one more person. She teaches at the local school here, hold on let me go grab her… oh, actually I see her making her way over here.” The host mother replied glibly.
Yoosung was about to politely decline as he glanced back at the teacher. His eyes watered and the cadence of his heart had increased furiously. He felt all the blood rush to his head and began feeling lightheaded once again. This is a dream, right? There is no way MC would be here right?
He knew the answer, though. More so, he saw the answer when you two finally made eye contact, the blood drained from your face and you immediately stopped. It was like there was no one else around, that you two were the only two people in the whole world. The dam broke and tears began slowly falling from his eyes, as he whispered your name out loud, the first time in years. He began walking over to you, desperately trying to close the distance between the two of you, the distance that he had caused.
He was shaken out of his reverie by a child, a little girl who clung onto you, “Mommy”. As the words came out of the young girl’s mouth Yoosung felt his heart sink. She moved on, she’s a mother now. He looked at you, heart breaking in his eyes and looked back at the child.
The child, feeling his gaze on him, finally looked over and made eye contact. Yoosung fell to his knees, he was finding it difficult to breathe, he was so confused. He was looking right into the same pair of Amethyst irises that were on his own face. What is going on? There’s no way…right? And with that, darkness clouded his vision as he closed the short distance to the ground with a soft thump.
~To be continued~
You were late. It felt like your heart had dropped into your stomach, even before you saw the lines on the pregnancy test, deep down you knew, you were pregnant. So many emotions consumed you at once; you were terrified and extremely excited. You and Zen had made a baby out of your love. You were overjoyed, to say the least. You ran to text your lovely boyfriend. Your two year anniversary was coming up in a few days and asked him to come early that day, you were going to surprise him over dinner and you couldn’t wait.
It felt like an eternity waiting for your boyfriend to come home from rehearsal, you guys had a reservation and you were seriously cutting it close. You heard a knock at the door and you opened it to a bouquet of roses in front of your face, behind them your lovely silver haired boyfriend stood, grinning ear to ear.
“Happy Anniversary Babe,” he said as he pulled you in for a kiss. You felt so happy you were going to cry. Pulling away, you interlocked your fingers and rushed out onto the street. It was a beautiful day and you really needed to walk these nerves off. What better way to spend the day, with the man you love. You listened intently as he rambled on about practice and how he was in line for a new A-List movie.
Things really were looking up, Zen making his big break on the big screen and you were going to start a family together. You guys were finally seated, when you heard a shrill cry from the table near you, you saw a mother trying to calm her baby down, the father cooing lovingly at the child. You wondered if that is how it would be when you gave birth, your heart swelling with longing.
“Ugh, thank god that is not us babe,” Zen said as he scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I know I said I wanted to start a family with you, and I do, but there is no way I could be on my career track and have to worry about some brat”
You felt your heart shatter and you sank in your seat, “What do you mean by that Zen? I thought you wanted a family…” you asked as cautiously as you could without revealing your emotions to him.
“Hmm, I probably do, but having one
would be a total inconvenience, ” he said as he picked at his food. “I’m just breaking the ice to become and A-Lister, it would be the end of my career if we had a kid now”
You felt your whole world shatter, an inconvenience.This is the man you love how on earth could you make him choose between you and his dream job. You kept up the happy façade as you continued to enjoy each other’s company for the night.
The next day, when Zen left for his final audition, he kissed you goodbye and for good luck. Little did he know it was the last time you would kiss him. You knew, that if he had to choose between his career and you, he would pick you. Wel, you hoped, part of you was terrified to find out, so you made the decision for him. You packed all of your things, and quickly scribbled a small letter for him and walked out, hoping that you made the right choice.
He had moved on. He was Zen, the award-winning A-List actor, men wanted to be him and women wanted to be with him. So why was he still hung up on MC?
It shattered his heart, him coming home, ecstatic, ready to share the news that he had landed the role. Only to find his house empty, every trace of her gone from his apartment, a simple note left on the table. I’m sorry Zen, I can’t do this anymore.
He hunted for her, looking everywhere but came up empty. She clearly did not want to be found. Where did he go wrong? Had he not loved her properly? Was she not satisfied because he was not a hot shot star yet? Did she find someone better? In the end, it was her loss, because he was now famous and couldn’t spare her a second thought.
Yet every night, no matter who laid in bed next to him that day, he felt his mind wander to her. His needs were animalistic and emotions were too troublesome to deal with. He took what he needed to and they never heard from him again, he was not going to let someone play with him like that again. Yeah, he was totally over her.
He was traveling to L.A, to shoot a scene for his new movie. Everything had been done smoothly, they were ahead of scheduled in the shooting and he had some down time. Why not sightsee? He loved the attention that he received for his unique looks and status, he paraded down the streets, window shopping, when he came across a small bookstore.
He felt the blood rushing in his ears, MC loved bookstores like this. He brushed the painful feeling that was swarming inside of him, as he casually walked into the store. He looked around, brushing his fingers against titles you used to love. Ah, I believe this one was her favorite yes?
As he pulled the book out, he heard someone, “Do you need help finding anything sir? That is a splendid read, my favorite actually.” He froze, he knew that voice, how could he forget. When he reads the letter, he hears it in that voice, the voice that completely broke his heart. His eyes hardened as he turned around, the temperature dropping considerably in the store as he met your eyes, your face blanching.
“Well well well, look who we have here. What was your name again? MD? Something like that no?” he claimed snarkily, as you flinched from the harsh words he spat at you. “Being the man I am, and the number of women I have been with, you all just kind of blur together.”
“Nice to see you Zen,” you said as he saw you clench your jaw. “I am glad to see you’re doing well.”
His ruby irises flashed in anger briefly, he was not going to let you have the satisfaction of knowing you could still affect him. He gave you a haughty laugh as he sneered, “Well of course after you left me, my life changed for the better. So maybe I should say thank you?” It took him everything he had to not visibly flinch in front of you, but he had to prove that he was doing better, that you still didn’t have your fingers in him. Even though all he wanted to do was pull your long tresses out of that ponytail and feel the silky strands against his fingers. He wanted to bury his hands in your hair as he pulled you close, his other hand on your waist as he felt the warmth of you lips against his, but he was not weak.
These past three years have hardened him and he was not going to let you uproot all of his hard work. “Have a nice life MC.” He said, noticing the sadness wash over your face as he abruptly walked out of the store.
What on earth am I doing? He thought to himself, as he watched you. What am I a stalker now?
He didn’t know why, but his feet seemed to wander back to the little shop, he knew he was extremely conspicuous so he donned some sunglasses and a hat, which he tucked all of his hair into. He watched you, as you wiped a few stray tears from your face, his heart clenched. Had it been before he would have run into the store and kissed the tears away. However, this was not before and he was not the same naïve man he used to be.
He watched as you checked the time and quickly locked the store up. He watched you and began following you. I simply want to see if she’s doing worse, to make sure that she’s not happier than she was when she was with me right? This is to only make me feel better since I’m totally over her.
He followed you for quite a while, admiring the view. Noticing that nothing had really changed. Minus the fact that before, his place would have been right next to you, holding your hand, cherishing you. Not longing for you from afar. He saw as you stood outside a daycare center, watching the children play. He had wanted to start a family with you, once he had secured his role in the movie, he was going to ask you to marry him that night, but apparently he was not good enough.
He wondered, was the man you were with right now, making you laugh like he had? Did he hold your hand like he always did? Did he wake up and make breakfast for you or tickle you like he had? Did he love you as passionately as he did? The mere thought made him clench his jaw tightly. Was he responsible for your smile now that Zen was deemed unworthy of that task?
His train of thought was broken and he felt his jaw drop. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He saw the child hugging MC, and MC speaking to him affectionately. He was shaking, he wanted to scream, to cry, anything. He was so confused. The little boy had a striking resemblance to him; it was like he was looking into his own crimson eyes. The boy even had the same white hair that his hands were gripping tightly. It was like looking at pictures of him again during the toddler stage.
Slowly, he made his way over. He stood behind, the woman who had crushed him. Completely and utterly destroyed him. He needed answers.
He saw your face ashen as you caught his eyes. He looked at you and the child repeatedly. Gears spinning in his head, it can’t be. There is no way, right? He continued to stare at the child, now shying away from your stares. A series of emotions rushed onto his face, joy, sadness, anger but most of all confusion. Finally, he gathered his nerves and look right at you, your eyes filled to the brim with tears, completely speechless.
“MC, there’s no way right?”
~To be continued~
“Honey, please, would you just tell me what is wrong? Did something happen at work? Why are you in such a terrible mood?” you asked the stoic man who sat across from you at the table, his metallic irises piercing yours as he glared at you. You felt yourself visibly flinch and shrink away from his cold glare.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” he spat out angrily. “I saw you today, flirting with the Director of Marketing, you were laughing quite shamelessly at what he said.”
You couldn’t believe your ears, you and Jumin had been engaged for two years now. In the beginning, he was scarily possessive when Elizabeth had run away. He eased up and slowed down and your relationship was amazing. You enjoyed time with each other, felt the love blossom between the two of you, but recently he had been regressing back into his jealous, possessive ways.
“Juju, honey, I promise. I was merely being polite and making small talk- you know that you are the only person my heart beats for, the only person I love so dearly,” you said softly, as you reached for his hand.
He ripped his hand away from yours harshly his eyes were stone cold. “Do I really know that? The Director of Marketing is very well off, you could be spreading your legs for him, for all that I know” he said, his voice laced with such disgust it made you feel as if you had done something wrong.
Tears began to well in your eyes, begging you to come out. No, you were not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You merely looked at him, anger radiating off of you, as you were looking face to face with the man that just ripped your heart out and stepped on it like it was utter trash.
It felt like a millennia had passed before either of you said anything. Jumin was the first one to speak, “Perhaps you should leave, MC,” he said, as he turned around. “I need some time.”
You were done. You had given this man everything, and he crushed you. You simply could not do it anymore, the possessiveness, the jealousy, the accusations. It took all of your strength to stand up and walk away, you grabbed a suitcase and threw all of your essential into it and began walking out. You paused momentarily, taking off your engagement ring and placing it on the table, “You want time? Well now you’ve got it because I am done” you said venomously and with that, you walked out and away from the man that claimed your heart.
He said he needed time and that was this mistake, one of many he had made that night. When she walked out of his life, he thought that he would be able to locate her easily but she had completely wiped herself off the grid. She must have changed her name and created and alias because even seven couldn’t locate her. Jumin was not giving up, though. Even now, three years later, he still carried her engagement ring in his breast pocket.
He was on the plane, on the way to London, to speak to another potential business client, when he felt his mind wander to her, as it did most of the day. Day in and day out, he poured himself into his work, even giving up Elizabeth to Yoosung. It was completely his fault that she had left; he pushed her away, even throwing grotesque accusations at her. He overheard from his employees that the Director of Marketing was cheating on his wife and had his eyes set on his beloved. When he saw them talking all rational thought left his head and he couldn’t think straight. He knew that you would never betray him like that, you had given him more love and happiness than he deserved, he self-sabotaged everything he had going on and he despised himself for it.
He knew that she belonged to herself and that he could not control her. However, the very thought of losing her made him go insane. Life worked in mysterious ways because in the end he pushed her away and he was still miserable. He was not giving up, though, he would continue searching for her until his very last breath.
The one time that Driver Kim does not accompany him, everything seems do go wrong. He had finished the meeting he had with his business client and he was on his was back to his hotel when the car was having some issues. It seemed that it was going to take three hours for someone to come out and help, seeing that it was rush hour. Jumin’s head was throbbing, his heart was chronically aching but more so today, he decided that since he had no other options he would go for a walk. He was in London, some sight seeing surely would not hurt anyone.
He began walking down the street and came across and ice cream parlor, his mind wandered again to his beloved MC. He remembered how when they had gone on their first date, he insisted on going to a five-star restaurant but she denied. She said that she would pick and that Jumin had to wear casual clothing. Their first date was at an ice cream store, where they simply talked and enjoyed each others company, they then went to a park where they just sat and talked for hours and looked at the clouds. He found himself smiling to himself, missing her dearly.
He kept strolling on, passing a jewelry store, when a necklace caught his eyes. It was very simple, a crescent moon with a heart dangling to the center of the moon. He went into the store and purchased it, pleased with himself because he knew it would look wonderful on MC. She was always very simplistic, finding pleasure in the small things in life, never getting anything too gaudy or over the top. He felt himself cringe, as he remembered what he had said to her before he drove her away, her referred to her as parasitical, a gold digger. He was absolutely ridiculous because MC was anything but so. He felt his head begin to throb once again and the pain in his chest was unbearable at this point.
He spotted a small park across the street and decided to go sit down for a bit and maybe calm down. The park was very small and quaint, surrounded by nature. His mind began to wander to MC, as it had been all day. Oh how he missed her, he was a fool. He was kicking himself when he felt something again his leg. He looked up to see a ball against his leg, as he picked it up he heard the small patter of footsteps.
“Hey, Mister! That’s our ball you can’t steal it” he looked down to see two children running over to him as fast as their tiny legs could take them. The little girl had her raven hair tied in braids and the little boy’s raven hair flounced up and down as he ran over. He felt himself smile, but what struck him the most was that it was as if he was staring into his own eyes, since the children each had a pair of their own silver eyes, he found them absolutely adorable.
Bending down so he was on his knees in front of them, he handed the ball over to them and gently ruffled their hair. “There you go kids, make sure you be careful when you play,” he said to them as he felt himself smile once again softly.
“Woooooah. Hey, mister, you have silver eyes too?” the kids asked him, completely awestruck. “That is so cool” they squealed. “Mommy says that our daddy has silver eyes like us too, I hope we get to meet him one day”
He was about to reply to the children when he felt his heart stop beating. The blood in his veins ran cold, he rubbed his eyes roughly. This… surely this is a dream, right?
“Kids~ what did I tell you about running off?” he knew that melodious voice, he knew the owner of that voice. He turned his head and saw you, looking as beautiful as ever. Your long hair cascading effortlessly down your shoulders, worry painting your features. How was it possible for you to become even more beautiful?
Kids? She got married? Of course, she had gotten married, any man would be lucky to have MC, I should know. He turned his back to her and was about to say something to the children in front of him when they shot out from his arms.
“Mommy! We found out ball, that nice man over there helped us out” they said as they ran over to you. His blood ran cold once more. “Mommy? No way? That cannot be possible, that would mean that…” he thought to himself as he clenched his hand into a fist.
You let out a laugh and he felt his heart squeeze. He missed your laugh; it was one of his favorite sounds in the world. He craves for your smile and to feel your lips against his. “Well guys, let’s be polite and go say thank you to the kind sir” he heard you say, as he turned around.
He saw as his eyes met yours, the surprise on your face. He saw the color drain from your face completely. He saw a flash of anger that crossed your eyes. What pained him the most was the pain that was blatantly obvious on your face, seeing him caused you so much pain that he saw you physically flinch.
A whirlwind of emotions were flowing inside him for the first time in 3 years, he clenched his heart, eyes pleading with MC, begging her to say something, anything.
~To be continued~
He was spiraling, regressing at a rapid rate. It all started a few days ago. Seven had been sitting at home for nearly a week, you decided to take him outside, so see that new scary movie and maybe look at the stars together. Honestly, you’d watch grass grow if you could be with Saeyoung.
He was in a better mood, happy to finally get a break from work and he always loved date night. Unfortunately, he was a secret agent and happiness was always short lived. Someone from another agency who was not too happy with Saeyoung, they grabbed you and shoved you to the ground.
Fists flew and there was shouting, the next thing you knew was that Saeyoung was carrying you up into your shared home. He gently placed you on the bed as he began cleaning your wounds. His shoulders began to shake as he broke down sobbing, apologizing endlessly.
You grabbed his face and peppered it with kisses, reassuring him that you were strong. This slight plain was nothing than the pain you would be in if you couldn’t be by his side. Maybe that’s where it all went wrong you initially put the idea of not being by his side into his head.
He had gone back to how it was when you were back at Rika’s apartment. In fact, he might be even colder than he was back then. It was like the past two years of you two being together had not even happened. Whenever you would say something to him, he would give you cold responses, he even stopped going to bed with you. He simply did not sleep or slept in his workroom.
It was starting to drive you insane. You had enough, you stomped into his room as he gave you another cold glance and went back to typing rapidly. “Saeyoung, what is going on? Why do you insist on pushing me away?” you asked, pleasing your voice to stop shaking.
Sighing, he stood up and threw his headphones down, “Honestly, I’m getting tired of you, MC. You always nag me, bother me and harass me. You’re constantly smothering me! I feel suffocated in my own god damn home.” He yelled.
You cursed yourself, as you felt yourself flinch at his harsh words. You knew this was a tactic, for him to just push you away. At least you hoped it was. Anxiety ate away at you sometimes, wondering if he meant anything that he said to you when he was like this.
You gathered yourself, feigning confidence, “Saeyoung please, I love you. I know that you’re just doing this to push me away. I love you more than anything in the world…please” you said, your voice breaking.
He let out a vicious laugh, and looked at you, his eyes hard. You nearly whimpered at the person before you, surely this wasn’t your lovely seven, this guy seemed to despise you. “See here’s the thing MC, I don’t think I love you. Not anymore. In fact, I don’t think I ever did, I think it was just that you were the shiny new toy in the RFA. I had to watch you and yeah I noticed that you had a nice ass that I could tap, but love? Don’t flatter yourself” a grim smile, plastered on his face.
Tears were now freely running down your face. The pain was bone crushing, you were left trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Was everything a lie? He never loved me? It was one sided this entire time? It would have hurt less if he had slapped you.
“Well, since you clearly don’t feel the same, let me do you the favor of leaving. So I don’t bother you anymore.” You said quietly. You went into your shared bedroom and gathered your things. You went back into the workroom and quietly took off the pendant that Saeyoung had given you and left.
The wind was harsh, but the cold front that Seven had was worse. Being heartbroken was utterly unbearable. Sobs escaped you as you flagged down a taxi. You left the man that you loved more than anything in the world. Never looking back, hoping that maybe someday he would be happy, even if that meant it wasn’t with you.
It was for the best, he thought to himself. That day when his enemies had hurt her, he saw red. He was causing her pain, putting her in danger. He loved her more than anything, but she deserved better. She deserved a happy stable husband that can take her out on dates without the risk of being mauled and beaten.
He was genuinely surprised when she had actually gotten up and left. Isn’t that what he wanted? He said some vulgar things to you, things that were not even remotely true. He watched as you got into a taxi and drove away. He knew this was for the best, that you deserved better, that you could do so much better than him.
He knew. Too bad he was a selfish bastard. Three weeks had gone by and he was out of tears. His heart was clenching with unbearable pain. He gave up and decided to go find her. To his surprise, it seemed that she did not want to be found. She watched as she bounced from taxi to taxi, confusing him. He was going mad, unable to even see her through CCTV’s. He had the love of his life, in his arms and he pushed her away. He fell back, tears stinging at his eyes once more. He deserves this, to be unhappy; she was always too good for him. He had hurt her so he would live life miserably knowing that he caused all of this.
It has been three years and not a day goes by where he doesn’t think of MC. He reverted back to his 707 persona, acting like everything was okay, when it most certainly was not. Alas, he was travelling and that always took his mind off of things. He had to fly over to New York, to see the launch of some fancy new tech. During the plane ride, he couldn’t help but think of you, as he felt the cold metal of his pendant against his chest. A harsh reminder to him everyday of what he had lost.
New york was busy and bustling, just how he liked it. No one knew him here and no one cared. He attended the tech launch and was bored out of his mind. He decided to make his way over to a diner to grab some food as he smiled to himself softly. You would so proud of me MC, I’m having a meal that doesn’t entail hbc or phd pepper.
He pulled out his laptop, and began finishing up some last minute work for Vanderwood. Well, he tried too. His mind kept wandering to you, how much he searched for you and hoped to see you just even it was a small glimpse. Groaning, he pulled up all of the security footage in the entire state of New York, it was a long shot but he ran a facial recognition scan through all of the security footage.
He knew it would take a while, he sat and patiently waited, trying so very hard to not get his hopes up. His hopes to find you, because what were the chances that you were here? His thoughts were filled to the brim with you, the first time you kissed, the first time he laid eyes on you, he always knew, you were the one.
There was no one else for him. He loved you so dearly but he’d rather be alive and well if it meant you couldn’t be by his side. He jumped as he heard his laptop ping quietly. No way. You were here, in New York.
He saw that you worked at a office building on the other side of town and that you would be leaving in an hour and a half. He quickly paid his bill and bolted out of the restaurant. He hailed a taxi and gave him the address. His heart was pounding and he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. He could see her. He didn’t even need to talk to her. He just wanted to silently watch her and make sure she was all right, that she was happy.
The taxi finally pulled up next to the large office building, just in time to see her walking out. Seven pulled his hood over his head and kept his eyes low and rounded the corner. He watched her as she walked outside, looking as radiant as ever. She was older and more beautiful than he could ever imagine. To his irritation, he saw that she walked outside with one of her male coworkers, who seemed to be hitting on her. She politely smiled and declined, seven felt his heart swell with happiness.
He knew that he shouldn’t hold her back and that he should be happy for her. He was the one that ruined things between them. He quietly followed her, longing for her as she went on with the rest of her day.
He watched her, she seemed more voluptuous than before, curves that turned him on more than anything. It took him everything he had to not grab her butt everytime it caught his eye. She had cut her long hair, and it was now shoulder length, she always had a baby face but this made her look even younger. He watched has her locks bounced with every step she took.
They turned into a residential area, he jumped when he heard her groan. She paused briefly and seven bent down to pretend to tie his shoe. He heard her curse as she pulled off her heels, and held them in her hands as she resumed her pace. He laughed silently to himself, looks like some things never change.
He watched as she walked into a nearby park, filled with a few kids. He was surprised to hear her yelling and even more surprised when he saw a child run into her arms. She fell back laughing, smothering the child with kisses, as she did to him once. His heart stopped beating. The child had red hair and his own amber eyes, even more so the child was wearing glasses. He began to shake, there was no way this could be right? Surely God was this cruel?
Deep down, he knew the answer. He just didn’t want to admit it to himself. That child was his, born from the love he and MC had. His heart swelled in love and affection when his breath hitched in his throat. I abandoned MC, while she was pregnant with our child. I’m a fucking monster.
He fell to his knees groaning, grabbing his shirt, the pain in his chest unbearable. “S-Saeyoung?” his head snapped up to look straight into MC’s. She held the child to her, and he was the spitting image of Saeyoung. He looked at the child and back at MC. His brain trying to find the words to say, what on earth could he say?
His heart shattered when he heard her inhale. Tears were flowing gently down her cheeks heartbreak was prevalent on her face, engraved in her eyes. He couldn’t say anything; he just stared at her. He was the cause of all of this. He came, crashing into her life, creating a mess and then simply leaves and here he was once again creating a mess. He was terrible for her, but he wanted, more than anything. He never stopped loving her, not even for a second, he wanted to be a part of his sons life, but he simply could not find the words to say.
“Mommy? Why are you sad?” the tiny redhead said as he wiped MC’s tears, shooting a tiny glare at Seven.
He felt his heart swell with pride. Ah yes son, good job protect your mother. The worst thing for her in this world is me.
~To be continued~
You were constantly living in her shadow. She tormented and tortured V for years. Abusing him so severely that he still was under the impression that he owed her something. It made you feel sick. You tried to not let that bother you but it was certainly weighing down on your relationship with V.
How could he still even think of her? That bitch? That’s why when he accidentally called you, “Rika” your blood ran cold. You couldn’t help the tears that began pooling in your eyes as you looked at your lover.
He didn’t even realize his mistake; he just kept on talking, as if nothing had happened. He looked and saw that you were on the verge of tears, “MC, I apologize, I was simply confused for a second…” he tried to explain.
“Is that all I am for you V, a replacement for Rika? Because from where I stand she will always be your number one and I can’t keep being beat by some woman that treated you so poorly. Not when I love you this much,’’ you said as you began sobbing into your hands.
Loving him was becoming way too painful, you couldn’t help your selfishness, “V, I’m sorry but I don’t think you love me.” His jaw dropped as he watched you get up and grab your things. You quickly packed your bags, willing yourself to not cry. You were the one who was ending things, why was it so painful?
You grabbed your things and made your way to the door. You paused momentarily and looked back at the blue haired man sitting on the couch. He was staring at his hands, thinking silently. “Goodbye V.” and like that you were gone.
You made your way outside, looking back. Leaving behind the man you loved more than anything in the world. Tears began falling rapidly down your face once again. There’s no way he’s going to come after me-he still loves her.
He failed Rika once and now he failed you. I don’t think you love me. Those words have haunted him for the past three years. He loved you more than anything, more than he ever loved Rika, but he still ended up hurting you.
Seeing you in tears had broken him. He never wanted to be the cause of your sadness, of your tears, but he always was. He was frustrated, angry with himself for letting the love of his life out of his reach. He wanted to run after you, beg you not to leave, that you held a far more special place in his heart thank Rika ever did. You were his soul mate, his life partner. But how could he?
He didn’t deserve you. You were leaving him and he would let you. If that is what it meant for you to be happy, for tears to stop flowing down your face, then he would suffer so that you could be happy.
He did his best to get his mind off of you. The travelled constantly, pouring himself into his work, not coming back to Korea in 3 years. Was it successful? Not in the least. On every adventure he went on, the more he missed you. The late night phone calls or him constantly sending you pictures, hell he still bought you a souvenir from every place he visited.
He was back in town finally, for the first time in years. He wondered if you were happy? Had you moved on, did you love someone else now? Were they treating you right? He felt his heart throb at the thought of you being loved by someone other than him. He endured it though, if someone were more qualified to love you then he would graciously hand you over.
He started at the suitcase full of souvenirs that he brought back for you. Surely things were a bit awkward, but you guys could work at being friends right? He decided that he would go visit you-to deliver the souvenirs since it would be wasteful if he didn’t give them to you. He called Luciel immediately, asking him to track you down.
Luciel picked up right away, “V?! Are you back in Korea? It’s been three years we all thought you died?”
“Luciel please, can you find MC, I need to talk to her.” V replied calmly.
Luciel’s tone shifted, hardening a bit, “Yeah V, you guys really need to talk. I can’t believe you did that to MC. That’s between you and her, I will text you the address.” And with that the hacker was gone.
He knew the RFA was probably disappointed in him and MC splitting up. He knew things would be weird that’s why he left, without saying a word to anyone. He did not want to force them to choose between him and her. He would simply suffer by himself silently, as he always did.
He made his way to MC’s house and rang the doorbell. His heart was beating considerably fast. He was definitely still enamoured with her. He couldn’t help it, three years was not enough time to forget the love of your life.
He heard the lock click and the door open, his heart raced even more as he looked into the face of his beloved. She was as beautiful as he remembered. She was so shocked to see him she dropped her phone and covered her open mouth. Various emotions fleeted over her features; anger, happiness and most prominently sadness.
Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at him. All he wanted to do was confort her like he used to. Just pull her into a crushing hug, whispering sweet nothings into her ears. He gave her a bashful smile, “MC is it alright if I come in? I wanted to talk to you, maybe catch up”
His smile fell promptly as he saw you gather yourself and shake your head vigorously, “I don’t think that’s a good idea V” He felt his heart shatter, the pain was startling. He was about to rebuttal, when he heard a tiny voice from inside call his attention.
“Mommy? Where’d you go?” “Mommy? Ah, so she did move on” he thought to himself bitterly. He had disappeared for three years, what did he expect? For her to welcome him back with open arms? To have things go back to what they were, her and him hopelessly in love?
He forced himself to swallow the pain that was beginning to build up inside him. He was about to tell her the reason for his visit and excuse himself out of her life once again. When he caught a glimpse of the young boy. He looked at MC, tears now running down his own face.
The child, had his blue hair and MC’s eyes. It was so very clear who the parents of this child were, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. This is a dream right? There is no way this little boy is my son? That I abandoned MC and missed the first few years of my child’s life?
He looked into MC’s eyes and he felt his eyes plead with hers. Please tell me I didn’t leave you alone like this. The answer was displayed clear as day on her face. He wasn’t surprised, he had hoped it was true and it was. This was their son. Why hadn’t MC said anything to me?
He grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug, “please MC, tell me what’s going on.”
~to be continued~
You didn’t know what to do and you were complete terrified to your wits end. You had taken a pregnancy test and it came back positive. You were thrilled that you were carrying the being that came from your and Saeran’s love. You were absolutely ecstatic but you were terrified, you had never had this conversation with him before. Hell you didn’t even know if he wanted kids.
You ran to meet him at the ice cream shop, where you went every evening. You caught glimpse of your adorable red headed muffin standing outside, patiently waiting for you. You loved him so much, and he was working so very hard every single day for you. You snuck behind him and hugged him tightly. You felt him exhale and softly laugh, turning around and grabbing your face, bringing your lips to his own.
You walked in and ordered your usual order, a banana split with your three favorite flavors. Usually you ate inside the parlor, but you insisted on taking a quick walk to the park to sit and eat there, the fresh air would do you both some good right?
Saeran went along with whatever you wanted, ad you sat at the bench, you saw a family with four rambunctious kids walk by. They were all screaming and your heart plummeted, you wondered if that would be you one day. Having a million kids and hating your life. You cleared your throat, “Oh my gosh, Saeran, look at that family and how many kids they have, isn’t that cute?” you prodded cautiously.
He wrinkled his nose, “You think that’s cute? Kids are totally gross and they seem like their annoying. If you want to deal with someone immature then why not just talk to my brother?” he said as he shoveled another bite of ice cream into his eager mouth.
You lost your appetite completely; he doesn’t want kids? You felt a bit depressed; you wanted a family so very badly. You decided to drop this for now, deciding on the best time to bring it up to him again.
You two walked back home and feel captive to exhaustion. You had slept for a few hours, when you woke up to some noises, pounding to be exact. You woke up and glanced at your phone, the harsh light burning your unadjusted eyes. It was 3am, what on earth? You reached over to ask Saeran if he heard that noise as well, when your hands touched the empty sheets.
He wasn’t there. You knew what this was. You shot up out of bed and ran to search for him. You found him in the living room, groaning and punching the wall repeatedly. Blood was dripping off his knuckles.
“Saeran, please honey, it’s me. Come back to bed so I can treat your wounds.” You asked calmly.
“No. No. NO.” he yelled. “I can’t do this. Pretend that everything is okay and that I am happy. I still feel that bitch in my head and I can’t do this. I can’t be with you. You need to leave.”
You felt your heart drop, “Please Saeran, you don’t mean that, just come on back to bed” you said as you gently reached for him. You felt a sting as he slapped you hand away, tears sprung into your eyes, not from the pain but simply because you were shocked at his cold reaction.
“Don’t tell me what I mean okay? I can’t be with you MC. It’s too hard. Please just leave me alone and get out of my life. I don’t want you anymore; you are just burdening me at this point” he spat angrily.
You were surprised that the tears that threatened to fall hadn’t yet. You looked at him for a few minutes before finally acknowledging it. You couldn’t be there for him. You weren’t helping him. You were making things worse. You went into the room and packed your suitcase, silently, shocked at how composed you were being.
Placing a hand on your stomach protectively, you thought to yourself that maybe this was for the best. If you were so burdensome to him, imagine what the child would be? You would suffer as much as you could but there was no way you were going to let Saeran or this child suffer. You had failed him in loving him, and you would regret it forever.
You heaved the backpack on your shoulders, and looked at him once more. Looking at the man that held your heart, your entire being. “Saeran, I am so sorry I failed you. I hope you find happiness, I will love you forever” you turned and walked out of the apartment. The tears that you were holding back finally released themselves, your shoulders shook as you cried for your love that just ended. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. You know what they say, “if you love something, set it free, if its meant to be it will come back.” Please god, let Saeran come back to me.
He knew he fucked up. Saeyoung knew he fucked up. Hell even Elizabeth knew he fucked up. He sent her away, the love of his life. All because he felt himself relapse for a tiny bit. When they had gone to the park, he felt so much love for her it scared him, he watched families pass them by and longed for that. He looked forward to the day that he and MC could start a family of their own.
She must have caught him staring because she asked him about kids and he shot the idea down immediately. He didn’t want to worry her or have her think that he was pressuring her into starting a family. He wanted to first get better, before even thinking about that.
He had so many issues to work out, he did not even know if he was qualified to be a father but he wanted to try so that he could be happy with you. Well that was before he messed up and pushed you away. The emotions that he had for you were overflowing, and he was constricted. He was scared. You held the power to destroy him, break his heart and that terrified him. So what did he do? He broke his own heart, and unfortunately yours in the process.
He hoped that you moved on, and finally found someone that cherished you and gave you everything you deserved. Everything he couldn’t give you. That was a lie. He secretly hoped that after all these years, you still wanted him, that you loved him like he loved you.
He tried so hard to find you, but he couldn’t. All of the leads and trails you had left came up dry, it seemed like you didn’t want to be found. Saeran couldn’t blame anyone but himself and he shut down. He knew his brother was getting worried, especially when he surprised Saeran with tickets for them to visit Tokyo.
He agreed, much to Saeyoung’s surprise. He needed something, anything to get his mind off of the throbbing pain in his chest. He felt frustrated that he couldn’t find MC; he hated himself for ever letting her go, for hurting her so badly. He would endure it because surely MC put up with worse when she was with him.
They got on the plane when he noticed Saeyoung was acting weird. He cast him a sideway glare, “What’s wrong with you idiot brother? Why are you acting so odd-well more odd than usual at the very least” he asked suspiciously.
Saeyoung looked at him and winked, “Oh~ don’t mind me. I am just excited to go on a family vacation” “Yeah right” Saeran thought to himself, “this guy is up to something.”
He felt himself, drift of, thinking once again of his beloved MC, back to a time when things were good and happy. When she was his.
He felt someone shove him roughly, and he opened his eyes angrily, glaring at the perpetrator. “Come on brother, we’re here sleepy head” Saeyoung chirped cheerfully. He made his way down the steps stretching, taking in the flashing lights of the city. He followed Saeyoung silently, through the streets, maneuvering their way to their destination.
You both had finally reached your destination, an onsen. Saeran glared at his brother angrily, “What the hell stupid brother? We past like 8 onsens that were much nicer than this dump, are you telling me that we travelled all this way for this place?”
Saeyoung looked at his brother lovingly, and hugged him. Saeran was taken aback and fought the urge to shove him away, “Just trust me brother, go to that house over there across the street, just knock on the door and I don’t know ask to borrow some sugar or something” he replied glibly, as he grabbed all the luggage and hauled them inside the beat up hotel.
Begrudgingly, Saeran did as he was told, he knocked on the door and waited for a response. He didn’t hear anything so he knocked once more becoming impatient, hating that he was the butt of his brother’s joke.
He was about to turn and leave when he heard the door slowly creak open. He looked down two see two little girls, look up at him. They were about three or four years old with shocks of red hair mopping the tops of their heads. He thought they were absolutely precious, which was surprising because he usual shied away from kids.
“Can I help you with something Mister? Our mommy said she would be right over” the girls asked simultaneously. He smirked, as he knelt down, looking at them affectionately. “You guys are twins right? I know this because me and my id- brother are twins too and when we were your age we said everything at the same time” he said with a soft grin.
“Woah really Mister? That’s so cool! Everyone here makes fun of us because we have red hair like our daddy. No one likes playing with us at the park so we always play together” the little girl said. He felt his heart clench. He knew exactly how sad it was to be ostracized and left out.
“Hey hey, don’t tell anyone I told you this, but only the coolest kids have red hair” he said winking to the girls, as the squealed. He pulled his beanie off and said, “See even I have red hair just like you guys!”
The girls were ecstatic, clapping their hands happily as they touched his hair. He felt a warm aura surround him, a happy aura on that he used to experience when he spent time with MC. He was distracted playing with the little girls on the steps of their house.
He didn’t even sense the presence standing behind him; he didn’t hear their footsteps approach. He only heard them whisper their name, “S-Saeran?” He froze, rubbing his ear because surely he must have misheard right?
He looked up at the lips that had just uttered his name. He knew those lips, he had heard so many sounds from those lips, felt them against his own. What where they doing here? He was so confused. Surely this was a dream right? There’s no way MC would be standing in front of him.
The children notice her behind him and their eyes lit up. “Mommy!” they squealed as they clung onto MC, yammering about the nice man that was playing with them. She smiled at them affectionately before looking back to stare at Saeran. Wait mommy? If they called her mommy then that would mean that I-. There is no way, absolutely not. This is not happening.
Saeran ears were filled with the sound of his blood rushing rapidly. There were so many things going through his mind right now. MC had his child, and took care of it herself? Not one but two kids, all by herself.
His face paled, and his hands began to shake. He looked at her, tears filling his eyes. He didn’t know what to do.
“Saeran wai-” he heard MC call after him. He didn’t know what to do, what to think, what do say. So he did the only thing he could do. He ran.
~to be continued~
WHOOOO. HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK ME NINE HOURS TO WRITE TF. AND I DID IT IN ONE SITTING KILL ME So I just want to thank you lovely amazing people for going thru and reading this. Seriously, props because this was long af. If you read all of the fics teh DAYUM GOOD JOB SON. Let me know what you guys think about the little ficlets :D As always, thanks for reading this <3 Also I apologize, but the longer I wrote it the lazier I became, as you can tell some of the fic kinda suck in comparison to the other hehehe pls don’t kill me
Levi’s not as stoic towards you as you would expect.
He always makes time for you, and requests your presence at his office from time-to-time if he’s too busy to visit you.
He’ll fill you in on the latest expeditions however would always forbid you from coming on missions with him and other members of the Survey Corps.
He’s quite possessive over you if we’re being completely honest, and really doesn’t like you talking to the 104th cadets - he’s not stupid and he knows that Titan-Shifter Eren is a little too fond of you.
He’s the cook in the relationship, he’s basically a house-wife. He’ll cook just because he likes to cook exquisite and the best meals for you. But he cleans because you don’t do it right, or in the way he likes it to be done.
You’ll comfort him when he has nightmares, and he hates to admit it but he gets them a lot.
If he see’s anyone flirting with you, or looking at you suggestively, he has no problem showing them who you belong to.
You hardly argue together, he trusts you and you trust him.
Levi likes to be the big spoon when you cuddle. He likes to rest his head in the crook of your neck and smell your hair whilst peppering your neck with kisses.
He’s not too big on PDA, but he will always hug andkiss you infront of people. His squad. His Commander, Erwin. And Section Commander, Hanji.
Hanji always bugging him for PERSONAL information
He proposes to you rather quickly. Knowing he’s Captain of his own squad and how dangerous his job is, he wants to show you as soon as he can how much you mean to him because one day he might not come back from an expedition.
He also brings up children first. He wants children with you more than anything, but wants to wait until the world is a little less over-run by Titans. But that doesn’t work out the way you guys planned because you get pregnant on your wedding night. Cliché.
He’s with you until the day he/you dies. And even in death. He loves you, always.
Sharpen the knife by whetstone, walk to the shore, hold the blade perpendicular to the fat belly blanketed with tiny mirrors glinting sun into your eyes
Find the bridge decorated in promise locks cast a net, prime your tongue squeeze air from your lungs into gurgling words decorating her ears, be impossible be the everything lock yourself inside as a habit as the indispensable limb
Scrape scales with the cutting edge, send them flying in the air landing like lily-pads breaking the surface of salt-water
Touch your roughest hand to the softest palette of the face with knuckles first tenderly like a mother and then violate in flight, land harshly crush the rosy palette into a cacophony of betrayal on the cheek, corrupt the soft curve of the lip decorate the chest in crimson, cut out trust from deep inside her womb
Bathe the memory in a white tub kissed by carmine, let it flow down the hypnotizing hurricane drain through hair-matted pipes. His after-shave knuckle tenderness will perfume the steam, permeate your memories make home deep inside capillaries
Wash the fish in the Atlantic - let it kiss its forehead, puncture the gut with the murder end, pull back, let crimson blood and iron perfume spill in globules onto emptying tides washing out to sea
Dawn crab will come to the shallows, eat the scraps with their pincers. In the morning gulls recognize backs hunched over by the water, swoop down
Pull out the curved hook from your cheek dragging you in matrimony drop the shredded robe of sinew and worth, leave the tatters on the bathroom floor
Go to her in the evening sew the pretty back together into a quilt, stain it with bloody knuckles and kiss her goodnight into resentment
Others will come into your life, one will recognize the perpetual circling in the epicentre, swing prayers into your centrifuge of consequence and pull out the spears from your chest, mend broken hopes straighten the shattered bones into a home indispensable to him and show you simply, Love
Could you possibly do like a jake smut or some kinda imagine with jake up to you to decide thanks!
Jake has been staring at you all day you two have been dating for two months, the best two months of your life He has been so sweet to you, but he has been creeping you out by staring at you, it was finally the end of the day you walked to your locker and saw your handsome boyfreind Jake, you were hesitant to go up to him since he was staring at you all day, he made eye contact with you he winked your heart was full of butterflies, you walked up to him and he picked you up and hugged you tightly “well hello to you too handsome” you said quietly in his ear, he groaned softly “you’ve been driving me crazy all day come to my house right now” he whispered seductivly in your ear, you laughed and looked at him he looked really serious he grabbed your hand gently and walked to his house fast “jake what are you doing? you have been acting weird all day” he looked at you and smiled “i just really want to be with you babe” he said, you two finally got to his house he quickly opened the door he looked around the house quickly noticing no one was home, he smirked at you and pinned you up against the wall and kissed you roughly and passionate “Jake” you gasped in between his kisses you didnt expect him to push you up against the wall you jumped on him gently wrapping your legs around him not breaking the heated kiss, he walked to his bedroom and laid you down on the bed gently and kissed your neck gently letting his hands wander your body you grinded on him gently “fuck don’t tease me like that” he groaned in your ear trying to catch his breathe you smirked “then do something about it” you whispered in his ear, he quickly took off his top and your top aswell planting soft kisses on your chest he bit down on your chest tugging on your skin “fuck Jake” you moaned arching your back he chuckled and took off your pants aswell and your panties, you took of his belt and then his pants quickly “someone is eager” he teasingly said you bit your lip kissing him gently he lightly grabbed onto your hips kissing your neck sucking on it gently, you quickly took off his boxers, he gently kissed you “are you sure about this babe?” you nodded quickly and smiled, he kissed you gently and positioned himself against your entrance he lightly thrusted into you “fuck” you moaned against his lips, he stopped as you started to adjust to his size he looked at you lovingly “is it okay to move babe?” you nodded and smiled, he kissed you gently and thrusted into you he kept thrusting faster and faster “im gonna cum oh god” he groaned in your ear, you two came at the same time he rolled onto the other side of you catching his breathe “babe that was so good” he cuddled with you until you both fell asleep.
(haii i hope that was good! im sorry if it was kinda short <3 but i hoped you enjoyed it thank you for your request)
I want your Monday mornings and I know I used that line once about some other guy, but that doesn’t mean I don’t mean it. I want your messy hair, your stale breath, your arms wrapped around my waist. I want to roll over and make faces at you for turning on the lights and I want to make cute noises until you get back into bed just to kiss me for five more minutes. I want to turn on obnoxious music from the 90’s and jump on the bed until you tell me to stop and I will just ignore you and keep dancing. I want to make you breakfast and kiss your elbows and blow bubbles at you in the shower and I want to smell your hair when it is freshly shampooed and more than anything else I just really want to wake up next to you on a Monday morning with the sunlight pouring through your window to warm our skin.
In that haunted loft in Soho that February when the world ended every night, I listened to the rattle of the ghosts. Every night I dreamt I was in your bed. The day we met we drank green tea in the Bowery and walked down cold streets where scraps of paper and plastic bags blew around like ghosts. The sidewalk sellers hawked tattered books and gaudy gewgaws that said: “I <3 New York.” I thought of January, the year before, when I walked through St. Mark’s Place with Matt, buzzed on coke and in love with the city where I never slept. But then, you and me were buzzed on caffeine and steam from the subway tunnels, served over tofu and rice. I gave you a bouquet of chopsticks. My fortune cookie said: “That broad will break your heart.” I remember when your sister Amelia said: “My heart’s been breaking since I was born.” But that was later, that was Philadelphia. And then that day we went to Coney Island. The moon was out, a splotch of greasepaint on the sky. You said: “The moon’s always out at Coney Island.” Someone had written a Saul Williams poem on the boardwalk. “The wind is the moon’s imagination.” How much do I love you? Imagine that night in Alphabet City when we couldn’t find the bar we were looking for. Everything was fire escapes, dirty slush piles. A drugstore cowboy held up a lamppost. The night was a dimestore novel. We found another bar, with Edith Piaf songs that spilled out onto the sidewalk, went in for wine so sweet and too expensive. And you in the window like a woman in an Edward Hopper painting, surrounded by people but alone unto yourself in the bar light. In the dark that pressed in from outside. Later, we bought a bottle of Two Buck Chuck from a bodega and tripped northeast toward Soho. We passed the paper bag back and forth. Wiped our chins with the backs of our hands. On that quiet side street, almost home, we saw Tom Waits. We walked up and kissed him, and he was only a poster. I should have kissed you then, with lips grimy from cheap wine and who-knows-what was on that poster. Should have fucked you, pressed you up against that poster and shoved my fingers inside you until you growled like a Tom Waits song. I should have. At the loft, we crawled into separate beds. I closed the dimestore novel of the night and listened to the ghosts rattle and hiss. Or was it the radiators?
Imagine Den taking Nor out to a fancy restaurant where they have a stage for live acts. He gets up after dinner and serenades Nor w/Nat King Cole's L-O-V-E. Nor's all blushy/teary andkisses Den and then ICE APPEARS WITH A CAMERA AND THUMBS UP TO DEN
THAT IS CHEESY IN THE MOST PERFECT ADORABLE WAY POSSIBLE