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the raven ring: trips through the gangsey’s iphones → henry cheng

Jimin Scenario: Farewell.

Request:  Jimin scenario where we are really good friends,then I tell him I have feelings for him,but he doesn’t feel the same way, then we started to be distant with each other and we talk after a long time and decide not be friends anymore ,and we cry as we walk away from each other.

Genre: Angst


If you could pick a word for the moment, you’d chose cold. Because that was everything you felt, like an omnipresent force washing over you after the words left your mouth.

You were dying to reach him, your Jimin, the one with the sparkling eyes and the welcoming smile who was nowhere to be seen now and was instead replaced by a pale, awfully surprised blank face that had nothing, absolutely nothing to answer to your sudden, stuttered and nervous confession of your feelings for him. So your hands stood on your lap, fingers intertwined with a strength enough to turn your knuckles a harsh tone of white and make your fingertips tingle their way to numbness.

-I… Y/N I… - his lips opened and closed several times, over and over again, searching for air, for the words he couldn’t say and the feelings he couldn’t return; and the sky high wall of ice bricks that was raising between both of you felt thicker, heavier, settling you at kilometers light distance from him even though your were sitting one in front of the other in the small and familiar coffee shop you liked to visit ever so often.

You stared down at your intertwined hands, not wanting to look anymore into his eyes, afraid that if you stared long enough into the dark chocolate brown pupils you loved, you’d be able to find pity on them.

A sigh left Jimin’s lips and echoed in the predominant silence that took over both of you despite the soft rain that was falling outside and hitting rhythmically with its little drops the window to your left.Your eyes rose to him and you saw him take a deep breath, his hand got lost into the messy locks of his hair and pushed his fringe back, his eyes were now fixed somewhere outside the window.

- I didn’t know you felt this way about me… - His voice was small, as if groping the situation, holding back. You swallowed harshly, your throat was dry and rasping, and you fought to find your voice again. This wasn’t the reaction you were expecting from him; at all.

His eyes moved to yours and held your gaze, and by that moment you already knew you shouldn’t have said anything about your love for him, anything at all. But how to take words back now? you wondered, trying to keep yourself together when you saw Jimin was going to speak again.

-Y/N…- he cleared his throat, that was as dry as yours. -Y/N if I knew it I would have… I’m sorry… but I don’t feel the same way as you-

There it was, the thing you feared the most, rejection.

Jimin kept on talking, something between the lines of you being his best friend, like a little sister he couldn’t see with those eyes, but you weren’t really paying attention anymore. The rumble of your soul crumbling in tiny little pieces was deafening.

You stared outside the window, watching the gloomy sky and trying to hold back the tears when you felt them settling at the corners of your eyes and wondering how could four simple words as Jimin I love you, which once felt so right, could suddenly feel so despicably wrong and out of place.

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One of my favorite memories now was when my parents came to visit. The first time I saw them not be stressed. First time I saw them relax and have fun. They left their cell phones at home and let me drag them everywhere lol. Their first real vacation ever.

ndgrs  asked:

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  • what  your  muse’s  name  is  in  mine’s  phone  :  little  princess  !
  • what  your  muse’s  ringtone  is  in  mine’s  phone  :  you  are  my  sunshine  by  the  civil  wars  .
  • my  muse’s  last  text  to  your  muse  :
       {  LITTLE  PRINCESS   //   04 : 05 pm  }  :  i  know  you’re  out  with  jacob  but  i  decided  to  run  by  the  mall  before  coming  home  .
       {  LITTLE  PRINCESS   //   04 : 05 pm  }  :  i  ended  up  picking  you  up  a  little  something  ,  something  .  i  left  it  in  your  room  !
       {  LITTLE  PRINCESS   //   04 : 06 pm  }  :  it’s  waiting  for  you  and  so  am  i  .  be  safe  and  have  fun  .  love  you  ! 
*  @visionsbestowed .  cell  phone  headcanons  .  still  accepting !
More Fun with Cell Phones

He was really the one who started it. She noticed the change a week after she’d given him the cell phone, and the name she’d programmed in for herself, Emma, had been changed to Swan.

“Did you do this?” she had asked.

“Does that surprise you?”

Why was that his go to response whenever she questioned him? Of course it surprised her.  He knew far less about electronics than he did compasses or star charts, but he seemed to find a way to use whatever he was given. Her pirate was multifaceted.

When she got home that night, she changed his nickname from Hook, which she’d quickly punched in when she’d set up their phones, to Killian. He’d proven he was more than just that appendage attached to the end of his arm.

A few days later, after they’d eaten lunch and he’d excused himself from their booth at Granny’s, she picked up the phone he’d left on the table top and checked her profile. It now read “Princess."  She took out her own phone and thought for a minute, and then entered the word "Tiger." She grinned wickedly, thinking about just how wild he could get these days, after she’d returned his heart to his chest. Just thinking about the last time she’d called him Tiger, in the early, early hours of the morning, caused her pulse to race.

This became their habit and their own personal game:

Blondie.

Pirate.

Sunshine.

Blue Eyes.

Magic Lass.

Puppy.  He’d hated that one.

And then one day she’d picked up his phone and read the four letters there.

She programmed the same word into her phone that day, and their game had ended. They’d found the perfect word for each other: Love.