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crazy-loca-blog · 3 years ago

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Open Heart (Masterlist - Under Reorganization)

Expect it to be updated when the inspiration hits... if you want to check my reviews on other Choices books, click here.

Meet My MC: Dr. Casey Valentine

Meet My OC: Oliver Valentine

Meet The Ramseys!

Meet My MC Event

Casey Valentine: About Her Past

Casey Valentine: About Her Present

Casey Valentine: About Her Future

MC Monday

Part I: Endearing

Part II: Framed picture

Part III: Book release

Part IV: Thirst trapping

Part V: Phone lockscreen

Part VI: Family tree

Part VII: Badges

Part VIII: Dating app profile

Part IX: Winter looks

Part X: Christmas camera roll

Part XI: Casey's "lasts"

Part XII: Vision board

Part XIII: Magazine cover

Part XIV: High school yearbook

Part XV: Pictagram profile

Part 15.5: Opera/Ballroom/Gala date

Part 15.8: OC Occasion

Part XVI: Love & Friendship Photo Challenge

Part XVII: Selfie and reaction

Part XVIII: Valentine's and Anti Valentiine's Day

Part XVIX: Meaning and history of Casey's name

Part XX: The exes

Part XXI: Casey's hometown

Part 21.5: Women who inspire Casey

Part XXII: Spring look book

Part XXIII: News headline (NEW!)

Part XXIV: Student ID

Part XXV

Part XXVI

Part XXVII: Eyes

Part XXVIII: Hair

Part XXIX

Part XXX: Flowers

Part XXXI:

Part XXXII: Children's names meaning

Part XXXIII: Casey's 13th picture in her camera roll

Part XXXIV: Picture of Casey in someone else's camera roll

Part XXXV:

Part XXXVI: Fathers and father figures

Part XXXVII: Siblings

Other

One year later

The Newlyweds Game: Casey and Ethan answer a series of questions about each other as newlyweds.

Masterlist

Week 9: Friends Edition

Week 10: Wedding at a Glance

Week 11: Ramdom questions

Week 12: NS*FW Stats (NS*FW)

Week 13: The Exes

Week 14: The Looks Throughout The Years

Wedding Wednesday

Week 1: Music

Week 2: The dress and the suit

Week 3: The cake

Week 4: The wedding party

Week 5: The wedding night attire

Week 6: The vows

Week 7: The rings

Week 8: The speeches

Week 9

Week 10

Week 11

Week 12

Week 13: When did they decide to get married?

Week 14

Week 15: Old, new, borrowed, and blue

Week 16: Favorite photos

Week 17: Traditions

More Templates

More About Casey and Ethan

Headcanons: My own vision on Casey and Ethan's perfectly imperfect world.

Baby Talks For completely different reasons, kids have never been on the cards for Casey and Ethan. What happens when he realizes he might be changing his mind about it?

The Calm After The Storm What happens to Ethan and Casey when she is finally discharged from Edenbrook after the attack? Set in the time jump in 2.12.

The Road To The Aisle Part of the Newlyweds Game. Ethan and Casey decide to give the next big step on their lives, but the process is not always easy. Luckily, they have a bunch of friends who are always willing to help.

Personal Thoughts On...: Series of personal reviews on different Open Heart chapters. I basically write them when I need to vent about something.

Open Heart

Open Heart, Second Year

Open Heart, Second Year, Chapter 13 (with some glimpses to previous chapters)

Open Heart, Second Year, Chapter 13: Casey vs. Levi

Open Heart, Second Year, Chapter 18

Open Heart, Second Year, Chapter 19

Open Heart, Second Year, Chapter 20

Open Heart, Second Year... and the mess with the Ethan plot

Open Heart, Third Year, Chapter 1

Open Heart, Third Year, Chapters 2-4

Other Theories and Random Posts: Again, the only reason I write these posts is to vent.

Open Heart: On Ethan Ramsey's relationship with his family

Open Heart, Second Year: On Sora dying instead of Danny

Open Heart, Third Year: On the LIs confessions in Hawaii

Open Heart, Third Year: On Ethan Ramsey's personality: attachment and self-sufficiency

Open Heart vs. Laws of Attraction... same vibes

Open Heart: Gratitude post

#masterlist #playchoices #choices stories you play #pixelberry #pixelberry studios #open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #ethan ramsey #casey valentine #casey valentine x ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x casey valentine #casey x ethan #ethan x casey

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genevievemd · 3 years ago

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Hosted by @jamespotterthefirst

Week 1

Week 2: Framed Photos

Week 3: MC’s Book(s)

Week 4: Thirst Trap

Week 5: MC’s Lockscreen throughout the years

Week 6: MC’s Family Tree

Week 7: ID Badges

Week 8: Old Dating Profile

Week 9: Winter Look Book

Week 10: MC’s winter/holiday season

Week 11: MC’s Lasts of the Year

Week 12: Vision Board for the New Year

Week 13: Magazine Cover

Week 14: Highschool Yearbook Photo/Ad

Week 15: MC’s Insta/Pictagram Profile

Week 15.5: Opera/Gala Looks

Week 16: Love and Friendship Photo Challenge

Week 17: A selfie MC Sent

Week 18

Week 19: Meaning and history of MC’s Name

Week 20: Romantic Timeline/ Most Notable Exes

Week 21: MC’s Hometown

Week 21.5: International Women’s Day

Week 22: MC’s Spring Lookbook

Week 23: Important News Headline

Week 24: University Student ID

Week 25: MC’s Honeymoon

Week 26: MC”s Most Winning Smile

Week 27: MC’s Eyes

#mc monday #genevieve McClure

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jerzwriter · 3 years ago

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MC Monday Masterlist - E&C

Please note, I am in the process of updating the MC Monday posts to include my new MC for the Ethan universe, Kaycee MacClennan. Thanks for your patience. Fall Lookbook Homes (Interiors) Contact Photos * Homes (Exteriors) Passports Zodiac Let’s Dance NSFW Looks Summer 2022 Lookbook Pets Signatures Bedrooms Vegas Google Search of Casey MacTavish Casey’s photo in other phones 13th Photo in Casey’s Camera Roll Her Daughter Favorite Flowers Skin Crowning Glory - HAIR! The Eyes Have It Favorite Smiles Their Honeymoon in Hawaii College/Med School ID Cards Spring Lookbook Her Inspirational Women Hometowns Exes Timeline Casey & Ethan's Names, Origin & History Valentine's Day's Through the Years When Casey Sends Him a Selfie (Book 2 - Pining) Love & Friendship Challenge MC Moment Opera/Ballgown Instagram Profiles HS Yearbooks Magazine Covers Vision Board (First Day of Residency) End of the Year Christmas Camera Roll Winter Look-Book (Casey) Dating Profiles ID Badges Family Tree Lockscreens Social Media Thirsting Best Selling Author Desk Photos Endearing

*This was actually a Thirsty Thursday, but it felt like an MC Monday - so it’s here. lol

#mc monday #my mc #casey mactavish #casey x ethan #casey mactavish x ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey

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sournatromanoff · 2 years ago

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thank you my darling steph 💖

mine lockscreen is a mix of different things i like, but i think i’m going to update it soon to a vision board type of collage, but still keep elvis on there. then my home screen is ofc austin in the pink suit bc 🥵💖 can y’all tell i love pink? 😂

tagging @babylovepresley @woundmetender @lindszeppelin @burninlovebutler @powerofelvis @cryingabtab @loving-elvis and anyone else who wants to do it 💖

Recently changed my phone wallpaper and and lock screen, feelin fresh with El so out in the open now 😅🖤

Show me yours!!

Tagging: @burninlovebutler @cryingabtab @lindszeppelin @loving-elvis @bisexualwvtson @mooodyblue @valkaryah @star-shard @supermassive-dumbass @elvisfatass

#elvis #elvis presley #austin butler #elvis fandom #austin butler fandom

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collecting-stories · 4 years ago

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Hurricane - c. 07 - Rafe Cameron

Summary: Good times don’t last forever.

A/N: I finished the re-write and now I’m almost done this fic! I’m so excited!!

Holiday in the Sun Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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“You look ridiculous,” Rafe piped up, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the hall mirror as you moved around in the bathroom. You’d run the shower long enough that the bathroom had let out a wave of steam when you finally opened the door, allowing the cool air of the hotel room to dry you so that you could put a face mask on. You were shimmery and purple but you’d looked more ridiculous before.

“It’s a face mask,” you replied, “you have two sisters, you’ve never seen anyone in a face mask before?” You asked, coming out of the bathroom, still holding your towel around you. The pajamas you’d picked out were sitting at the foot of the bed Rafe was lounging on.

He was on his phone though he looked up when you came in. Before you even realized it he’d held his phone up, snapping a picture of you.

“Rafe!” You clutched the edge of your towel as you reached out with your other hand and smacked his leg, “delete that!”

“I might make it my lockscreen, what do you think?” He teased, holding his phone out so you could see the picture he’d taken. You looked slightly stunned, caught off guard.

“No, delete that picture, forreal,” you stopped at the edge of the bed, knees hitting the duvet, “you play dirty, you know that.” You grabbed your shorts and top from the end of the bed and headed back into the bathroom to change.

“So should I make this my lockscreen or my homescreen?” Rafe called, getting up and following you to the bathroom. He walked in just in time to see you pull your top down and you glared at him though it was useless.

“Delete it.”

There were moments that felt semi-perfect, as close to a real, actual, relationship as you thought you could get. But they were barely fully fledged moments, just snippets of something that never got to last because just when you were letting yourself fall into this your brain reminded you that everything here was temporary. Rafe included.

“Hey, I don’t wanna be a killjoy here,” you said, sitting at the table on the balcony with Rafe, watching as he lit the blunt he’d brought with him. There’d been a whole tin of them but was down to one. You were watching the sun setting in the distance, thinking about the fact that your vacation was supposed to be ending in two days. “But what exactly happens at the end of this week?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, smoke tumbling out of his mouth as he exhaled the words.

Maybe you should’ve had this conversation sober but you couldn’t help yourself. The thought had been gnawing at since you left the house the night before and even longer, since he first flirted with you in the kitchen at midnight. Where was this headed? Rafe had never struck you as the type of guy who did long distance relationships, or any relationships for that matter. Wheezie had certainly nailed that when she was talking her brother down, trying to sway your interest away from him. Maybe you should’ve listened to her.

The last time you had seen Rafe was four years ago and you had disappeared out of each other’s lives almost completely after that vacation. But then he was just an unattainable crush you still stacked every potential date against a guy who had felt leagues out of your reach. How did you recover this time, after this vacation, if life went back to normal?

“I mean, you’ll go back home with your family...” you had heard what Ward said the night before but you couldn’t bring yourself to honestly believe that he would throw his son out completely. He wasn’t winning any awards for father of the year but could he really be so terrible?

“Doubtful.” Rafe replied, managing to blow a smoke ring but losing the second one when he smiled.

“What do you mean doubtful? You really think he’ll not let you come home?” You asked.

“Ward said if I fucked up again, I wasn’t coming home.” he replied, “that was the agreement for the trip.”

“Where are you supposed to go?” You asked, crossing your arms for a bit of warmth as the breeze picked up. There was a sinking feeling settling in the pit of your stomach and maybe it was just you being paranoid but you were suddenly regretting the entire conversation. Maybe ignorant bliss would’ve been better.

“Dunno,” he shrugged, “here’s pretty nice.”

“You can’t stay here Rafe.”

“Why not?”

Suddenly that feeling you’d been having made perfect sense to you, “well, for one...you’re not footing the bill, I am.” You replied, “what are you supposed to do when I leave?”

“You know what, you’re right, you are being a killjoy.” He replied.

Blissful ignorance, you wished you could turn the clock all the way back to the beginning of the trip. “Is that all this is to you? Just some game? Someone to pay your way?”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Rafe snapped, “I got kicked out cause of you-”

“No!” You got up from the table, heading back to the sliding doors, “you got kicked out because you insisted on going back there and picking a fucking fight with your dad when you knew he was already on edge!”

“Back to blaming me again, awesome.”

“I’m not blaming you...I just...” You sighed, “nevermind.”

The door slid closed behind you and you padded across the carpet floor to the bathroom, going inside and locking yourself in. The thought that Rafe was using you as a place to stay was something you didn’t want to consider but now that you’d said it out loud it was like it wouldn’t get out of your head.

You shut the lid of the toilet and sat down, pulling your phone out of your pocket and pulling up Sarah’s number, texting her to see how things were going at the house. You hadn’t reached out to your mom again and you weren’t sure how things would be when you got home again, if you would be able to move on from this and go back to normal. You were waiting for a text back from Sarah when a knock on the bathroom door made you look up. It was too late to turn on the shower or run the faucet and pretend you didn’t hear him but you weren’t going to open the door either.

“Can we talk?” Rafe asked through the door.

You stayed silent, staring at the tiles under your feet.

“Please?” He tried again, “look, I’m sorry I snapped at you-”

“This isn’t cause you snapped at me.” You called.

“Well, whatever, I’m sorry.”

You stood up, walking to the door and pulling it open, “I’m not mad at you. In two days I’m going home and what happens then? We just, leave all this here? Or what...your dad kicks you out so you come up to Connecticut and act like you’re there for me but the whole time I’m stuck wondering if you’re just there for the free room and board?”

“Look, I don’t know what’s gonna happen in two days-”

“But I need to know.” You stressed.

“Why?”

“Because I really like you and I don’t want this to mean more to me than it does to you.” You admitted. “I have school and responsibilities...I can’t just stay here cause I want to or “chill” cause it’s fun. I have to go home in two days, that’s happening. But I need to know what happens to us in two days when I leave.”

“I don’t...” Rafe trailed off, running a hand through his hair and pulling gently at the ends as he did. “I didn’t mean that I wanted you to front the bill for everything, I just meant that I wanted this to keep going...I don’t want you to go home in two days.”

“That’s kind of inevitable.”

“Why? I like this, exactly the way it is.” Rafe said.

“This isn’t real life.”

“I want it to be.”

“If it’s not...if this isn’t “forever” that’s okay.” You lied. If it he told you that life went back to the way it was, that your relationship with him would go back to the same as it was before vacation, non-existent, you weren’t sure how you would get through the next two days. But you didn’t think you could stand being here with him.

“I don’t know.” He repeated. He wanted to tell you that he knew exactly how he felt about you but he wasn’t sure. The entire vacation had turned into a whirlwind of emotions, none of which he expected, and he didn’t know what to feel about anything. Especially not this. He wanted to assure you that this was real and that his feelings were genuine and that he definitely hadn’t considered that if Ward didn’t let him come home he would need a place to stay but it had been at the front of his mind.

“Okay.” You nodded. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out to see a text from Sarah.

“What is it?”

“Sarah wants to know if we wanna meet up with her and Topper tonight.” You replied.

“We don’t have to.” Rafe said, watching you as you looked up at him.

“Might be fun,” you admitted, almost eager for the distraction. “And, we have two days right, like you said.”

Confused feelings and alcohol had never been known to mix before and they definitely didn’t that night. You and Rafe needed to talk. To get to the bottom of your feelings about each other and honestly figure out if this relationship was something you wanted to pursue. But Sarah had invited the two of you to a club and you were quick to drown your rational thoughts in alcohol.

It took two songs, four rounds of shots and a few beers for you to lose your inhibitions. You were starting to feel better, or at least more distracted than you had been earlier, dancing with Sarah, when you jokingly twisted under her arm and spotted Rafe in one of the booths making out with some random girl. She was practically straddling him on the bench and even in the dim lighting you knew that it was him and you stopped dancing.

“What’s-” Sarah stopped when you did, blinking against the almost strobe lights as she tried to see what you were seeing, gaze landing on her brother.

“Alright, I got drinks.” Topper’s voice sounded far away, just like the music and Sarah...it all sounded like you were listening to it through a tunnel. Your vision blurred and you turned away from the scene, shoving against Topper accidentally and rushing out of the club that was part of the resort.

Topper set the drinks on an outlying table and waited for Sarah to give him any sort of direction. When she said nothing, just staring at her brother, he touched her arm, “Sarah?”

“He’s such a dick!” She snapped, glaring at him as if he was the one who had wronged you.

“I’ll take care of Rafe, just make sure she’s okay.” Topper said. The both of them were far more sober than you were and Topper was worried that you would have trouble getting back to your room safely without help.

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josiesopenheart · 3 years ago

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MC Monday: Josie Kingsley

Hosted by the lovely @jamespotterthefirst

1. Endearing

2. Framed Photograph

4. Thirst Trap

5. Lockscreens

6. Family Tree

7. ID Badge

8. Dating Profile

9. Winter Look Book

10. Winter Camera Roll

11. Lasts of the Year

12. Visions Boards

13. Magazine Cover

15. Pictagram Profile

15.5 Opera Date

17. Selfie

24. University ID Badges

26. Smiles

27. Eyes

(I’m super behind on this as I had a few weeks out of writing but I’m going to catch up)

OC Occasion

The Kingsley Sisters

Marcus Ramsey

Full Masterlist

#mc monday #josie kingsley #ethan x josie

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potionsprefect · 3 years ago

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MC Monday - Victoria Clarke

1. Endearing

2. Framed Photograph

3. Published Author

4. Thirst Trap

5. Lockscreens

6. Family Tree

7. ID Badge

8. Dating Profile

9. Top Winter Outfits

10. Winter/Holiday Season Camera Roll

11. “Last” of the years

12. Vision Board

13. Magazine Covers

14. High School Yearbook picture

15. Pictagram Profile

Opera/Ballgown outfit

OC Character

16. Love and Friendship Photo Challenge

17. Selfie Text

18. Valentine’s Day

19. Name Origin and Meaning

20. Exes

21. Hometown

Inspiring women

22. Spring Look Book

23. News Headline

24. University ID

25. Honeymoon Social Media Feed

26. Winning Smile

27. Eye Colours

28. Hair

29. Skin

OC Character part 2

30. Favourite Flowers and Plants

31. Children

32. Childrens name meaning

33. 13th picture in camera roll

34. MC in someone else’s camera roll

35. Google Searches

36. Father Figures

37. Siblings

38. Summer Picture

39. Vegas

40. Bedroom

41. Signature

42. Pets

43. Summer Look Book

44. Most Used Emojis

45. NSFW Style

46. Dancing

47. Astrological Sign

48. Passport

49. Home

50. Interior of Home

Concert Outfits

51. Fall Look Book

52. Endearing

#MC Monday #Victoria Clarke #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke #Ethan x Victoria #playchoices

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taetaespeaches · 5 years ago

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“Love, we need to talk.”

seokjin x reader (or oc) genre: angst; fluff; light smut word count: 2.6K

a/n: Yay more Jin angst... here is part 2 of “I want to be happy about this but I’m just so angry.” So if you haven’t read that yet, check it out. As always, I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading :))

YOUR boyfriend’s comment rang in your ears as you leaned against the kitchen counter, mindlessly scrolling through your twitter feed.

“Do you know how it feels for your love to be doubted by the person you love the most?”

The truth was, you didn’t know. You had no idea. Jin always knew where you both stood in your relationship. The feelings were always clear from his point of view. At least up until the fight. Did I cause him to doubt my feelings? You hoped not.

Maybe you should have hugged him during the fight. Or you could have followed him down the hall into the bathroom.

“You can do what you want, love, you don’t owe me anything.”

Should you stay or should you go? He left it up to you. Your mind battled over whether he did that to give you the freedom to choose, or whether that was him giving up. Either way, he let you decide. Did you make the right decision?

So many questions. Were there even answers?

Becoming frustrated with the meaningless comments on twitter, you closed the app and tossed your phone across the counter. Nothing else mattered in that moment but Jin. Nothing ever mattered if compared to him.

Trying to swallow the lump in your throat, you noticed the roughness in your vocal cords. Had you really yelled that much? Pulling out a glass from the cupboard, you filled it up with water from the sink tap. When your phone dinged, notifying you of a text, you walked toward it. However, before you could make it to the phone, you were startled by Jin’s voice. “You stayed,” he exhaled in relief just as his form popped around the cupboard into your eyesight.

Jumping, your hand released the water glass, shattering on the tiled floor where your feet stood. “Fuck,” you clutched your heart as you looked down at the pieces of glass and puddle of water before looking toward Jin.

He was dressed in nothing but a towel, secured lowly on his waist, his hair dripping water onto his broad shoulders as they dripped down his chest and abdomen before getting swallowed by the trail of hair that went from his belly button and disappeared beneath the towel. He held his phone in his hand, but discarded it on the counter at the realization you were barefoot and surrounded by glass.

“Shit, love, don’t move,” he warned you, jogging out of the room momentarily, returning quickly with slippers on his feet.

His slipper adorned feet crunch over the glass as he walked toward you and scooped you up, his hands gripping your thighs as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. Carrying you out of the hazard area, he set you down on the edge of the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen.

“You ok?” He asked you, looking into your eyes as he searched them for signs of harm or discomfort. His own orbs were red and swollen, as if he had been crying throughout his shower and had just barely been able to compose himself to come out. You slowly nodded but with him staring at you like that, with so much concern despite the fight and frustration and hurt you were both feeling, you felt your own tears pricking your eyes. His features softened, his expression shifting from worry to empathy and understanding.

Casting his eyes to your lap, you dropped your forehead to his shoulder, a deep sob wracking through your frame. One of his hands found the back of your neck, grasping onto your hair that was hanging down your back. Jin’s other arm wrapped around your waist as he stepped closer to you, holding you against him as his hand soothingly rubbed your lower back.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed into his neck as you nuzzled your face into it. “I’m so sorry.”

Jin quickly shook his head, shushing you gently, kissing the side of your head. “I’m sorry.”

Nudging you gently with his shoulder, you lifted your head just enough for him to place his palms on the sides of your phase and direct you to look at him. “I’m gonna get this cleaned up, you’re gonna go to the bedroom and get some rest, and then we’re going to talk everything out when we’re both ready, ok?” He placed his forehead against yours as he waited for your whispered agreement.

“It’s my mess.”

“It’s our mess,” he corrected you.

“Ok,” you barely spoke, Jin giving you a kind closemouthed smile.

Stepping away from you, he went to retrieve a mop and broom and began working on the mess. You watched him for a moment before taking a deep breath and jumping off the counter as you exhaled. Walking to his bedroom, you picked out a few items of clothing for him, bringing them out to the kitchen and setting them on the kitchen island.

“These ok?” You asked him, Jin looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Thank you.”

You gave him a hint of a smile before slowly turning to go back to the bedroom.

“Hey, wait,” he called out. Looking at him expectantly, you watched as he retrieved you another glass of water. Bringing it to you, your fingers grazed his as you took the glass from him. “I promise I won’t scare you this time.” He flashed you a smile, and it made your heart ache because you wanted more smiles from him.

Returning the smile with as much of one as you could muster, you left to the bedroom, shutting the door behind you and walking to the bed. You took a large drink of the water before setting it on side table, crawling into the bed. As soon as you pulled the blankets over your body you started crying. To muffle the sounds, you shoved your face into the pillow, leaving temporary tear marks.

Wanting to see more of Jin’s smile, you decided to look through your camera roll, which was overwhelmingly full of photos of your boyfriend. However, when you thought of your phone, you realized it was still sitting on the kitchen counter.

With a sigh, you threw the blankets off of you and tip toed across the room. The house was so full of leftover tension from the fight and unresolved issues that you felt like if you made even a creak in the floor board it would snap.

Peeking out of the bedroom, you looked toward the couch that was just barely visible from the hallway, spotting the back of Jin’s head. It looked like he was just sitting there, maybe staring at the dark television screen. He was probably replaying the past couple months and the fight in his mind just like you had been.

You carefully stepped down the hallway, the sound of your feet padding across the floor just barely audible. Spotting the phone on the counter, you stretched to reach it. At your touch, the display turned on, showing one single text from “My Jinnie” over top your lockscreen which was a photo of Jin piling some variation of chicken into his mouth.

Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion as you quickly unlocked the device and read the text.

My Jinnie: I’m really trying my best to give you some space right now to think things over, but I don’t even know if that’s what I should be doing. I should be reassuring you. I should be showing you how much I love you, which is way more than you even know. I’ve been standing in this bathroom for about 45 minutes now because I’ve been trying to work up the courage to leave it, knowing that you might not be here anymore. Ok, I’m leaving the bathroom now. Please be in here somewhere. I don’t know what that means if you left. Please be here.

With new tears streaming down your cheeks, your head popped up to look at Jin, still sitting on the couch, looking forward. You had to talk it out now, you couldn’t wait any longer. You quickly walked toward him, though he must have been too inside his head to hear you because as soon as you stepped into his line of vision he jumped in start.

“Shit,” he exhaled in relief, however he quickly panicked when he noticed the fresh tears. “Baby?”

“Sorry, looks like I’m scaring you now,” you tried to smile as you wiped a tear off your cheek, Jin following suit with his own wet face. You simply held up the phone and asked, “Did you mean this?”

He gently sighed and nodded. “Of course, I meant it.”

You stared at him for a moment before nodding at him and tossing the phone onto the opposite side of the couch. When you moved to sit on his lap, your knees positioned over his hips, he grabbed your hips, halting you.

“Love, we need to talk.”

“And we will, but I want to be close to you.” You planted yourself on his lap, straddling him. “Because that whole fight, the last couple months, none of that eludes to the end of us. I’m not leaving you and you sure as hell aren’t leaving me. And if this text is any indication of how you feel, then I know we’re just fine. We’re still choosing each other, even in our worst moments.”

“I’m always choosing you. I have been since I met you,” he told you, leaning his forehead against your chest. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not selfish,” he mumbled into your shirt.

“You’re not selfish.” Your fingers threaded through his damp hair at the back of his head as you massaged the spot.

“I don’t know why I pulled away from you these past couple of months. I don’t even realize I’m doing that because my feelings for you aren’t different. I never love you less, it’s just—” he paused to gather his thoughts as you held him to you, patiently waiting for him to continue. “It’s like my mind gets so busy that I forget how my actions affect others. How they affect you. And I’m sorry for that, it’s not an excuse. I am selfish.”

“You’re not selfish,” you insisted. “We’re just different. We need to remember to take each other into consideration.”

Reaching for his hand, you intertwined your fingers with his he lifted his head to look up at you. Your hand moved from his hair to rest on his face as your eyes scanned his features softly.

“I’m sorry I doubt you sometimes. It’s not you.” He tried to interrupt you, but you moved your finger to settle over his lips, shushing him. “It’s something that I do, and it’s something that I have to work on by myself. We’re not always going to be in sync. There’s going to be times where we’re stuck in our own heads and not taking into consideration how we’re affecting each other. We just need to meet in the middle. That’s all.”

“That’s all,” he smiled. “As if we didn’t just have our biggest fight ever over this very issue.” His smile faded as your mouth fell into a pout.

“I know. Maybe we’re both selfish.”

“If you’re selfish, I’m selfish,” Jin joked, making you crack a genuine smile for the first time since you arrived to the apartment. “I’m willing to meet in the middle. Always,” he assured you, looking into your eyes.

“Me too.”

Lowering your face toward his, he met you halfway, pressing his mouth to yours in a hungry kiss. Breaking apart, you looked down at him. “We need to talk about why your mind has been so busy.”

Jin chuckled, pulling his hand from yours so he could grab your face. “Later, love.” With his fingers on your cheeks, you felt something rough lightly scratching your skin. Pulling his hand down, you inspected the bandage that was wrapped messily around it.

“Jinnie,” you pouted. “The glass?”

“It’s ok,” he smiled sweetly.

His eyes followed his finger as you brought it your lips, leaving a soft kiss overtop the bandage. “My hero,” you cooed making Jin let out a breathy laugh.

“Always,” he whispered, placing his hand back onto your face.

The kiss he pulled you back into was even more needy than before as your hands slid down his chest, slipping underneath the hem, dragging along his warm abdomen. He was always so warm. Jin smiled into the kiss as he reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head.

Your hands felt at the exposed skin, running along every soft ridge. Your fun was cut short when Jin grabbed your hands and directed you to hold your arms over your head. He smirked at you as he lifted your shirt over your head, disheveling your hair as he threw it across the room.

It didn’t take long for his hands to find the button of your jeans. As soon as the button and zipper were undone, you stood up to push the pants down your legs, kicking them off your feet hurriedly. As you were working on your jeans, Jin had lifted his hips off the couch to shove his sweatpants and briefs off.

Your boyfriend slid off the couch, reaching for the tops of your panties on your hips and pulling them down your legs. As you stood there uncovered, Jin looked up at you with a smirk before placing a lingering kiss to you. No words were exchanged but they weren’t needed. The look he gave you just before he opened his mouth against you told you he was going to be making up for the past two months. Your eyes fluttered shut as you gasped just as his eyes shut, working his tongue against you. When he placed your leg over his shoulder, your hand fell to his head, gripping onto his hair. “Fuck.”

Jin was lying flat on his back on the floor, his arm wrapped around you as you were curled up against his side.

“God,” you exhaled.

“Jin will do. Or baby. My love. Your pick. I tend to favor my love.”

“Shut up,” you let out a mixture of a scoff and a laugh, Jin cackling at your reaction. “I’m exhausted. And starving.”

“Want food?”

You looked up at him to see him looking down at you curiously. “I packed your dinner up and put it in the fridge.”

“I’ll reheat it.” Smiling, he sat up and leaned over you to grab his underwear off the floor. He stood up and slid the briefs on.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to eat it earlier.” You sat up, looking around the living room for literally any article of clothing you could put on.

“Hey,” he reached down, holding your chin as he kissed you sweetly. “No more apologies tonight. Ok?”

“Ok,” you gave him a single nod.

Gently releasing your chin, he stood up and walked away, but not before grabbing his shirt off the couch and tossing it to you, landing against your nude chest. He shot you a wink before telling you, “your underwear is there,” pointing at the floor in front of the couch.

He was cocky, but he had reason to be.

Slipping the clothes on, you followed him to the kitchen as he was pouring the containers out into frying pans. Wrapping your arms around his naked waist, you placed a kissed between his shoulder blades. “You are a god, you know,” you whispered against his warm skin. Always so warm. His hand settled atop yours, giving your fingers a gentle squeeze.

“Only for you, my goddess.”

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