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BTS When They Hit You in an Argument

Request from: @taehyungie-lovee (thank you so much for your request! the seventeen hip hop unit one will be out in just a while!)

Submission: “Could you do a bts and/or seventeen reaction to hitting you during an argument? Thank you~!”

Genre: angst (some fluff)

890 Words

Disclaimer: Please don’t get offended from this theme. This was simply a request in which the submitter (lovely @taehyungie-lovee ) looked for angst! These precious buns would nEVER do something like this! 

Enjoy!


You had been at home, waiting for nearly an hour for your boyfriend to finally arrive. He had promised to meet up with you three hours ago at a cafe, but he never even left you a text on how he wouldn’t be able to make it. Oh, you were furious. Although this had happened in the past, you simply shrugged it off because you two were a new couple and well, he wouldn’t possibly do this again. That’s what you thought.

When you finally heard a car enter the driveway of your shared apartment, you quickly stood up from the couch and waited once more for him to open the door, a menacing glare plastered on your face.

“I’m home,” he only said, nothing more, nothing less before he walked towards his office. You continued glaring at him with your arms crossed and your fists clenched white.

“Is that all you’re going to say? After you left me hanging for three hours on our supposed date?” you then scoffed, since you felt like you weren’t even a big part of your boyfriend’s life anymore. Not after he became famous and drowned in busy schedules. “Again, this happened.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I promise I’ll make it up to you some other time, but right now, I’m really busy-” No, you thought. You weren’t going to let him say this to you again.

“Some other time?” you repeated, nearly shouting. Tears then began to well up before your eyes, blurring your vision of him standing so perfectly before you. “Am I just your hobby of some sort? Is your work really that more significant than our relationship? I’m going to lose my mind! Three hours, four or even more if I had continued staying there! Is this really what I am to you-” it was your turn now to be interrupted. But, not with words.

Your boyfriend had enough with your yelling and so he slapped you. Not one with great force, no, you were fine. But one harsh enough to have those tears fall and stain the carpeted floor.

BTS:

Jin: I think you would need to give him some time before making up with him. Don’t worry, though, for he’ll definitely end up coming to you first and apologizing with some fancy homemade dinner (your favorite) spread out on the large dining table just as soon as you came home.

Originally posted by beagletae

Suga: He would immediately apologize to you on the spot, realizing what he had just done. He would grab tissues and reassure you that that would never happen again and he was only stressed because of his work. You two would end up in bed (cuddling of course what else ;)) and just simply talk about your days, you getting to listen to how immature Jungkook acted or how much your boyfriend adores Jimin.

Originally posted by nnochu

J-Hope: I feel like this ball of sunshine would end up staying upset at you, although after seeing your shocked/hurt reaction to being hit for the first time by him, he’d immediately apologize. Still, you two would stay pretty mad at one another, especially you, and after a couple days of just ignoring each other Hoseok would come to you and give you a big, warm hug for your forgiveness.

Originally posted by hose0k

Rap Monster: At the moment due to stress and getting caught up in the heat of the moment, Namjoon would take off, sleeping in the dorms with the other guys for the night. But he’s not a douche, so I feel that when you get home the next day from work, you’d immediately find a bouquet of roses on the coffee table and a small apology card. He would also hide behind an enormous teddy bear walk slowly towards you (as your back was turned against it), so he could scare the crap out of you as you were innocently sniffing the roses.

Originally posted by ilalisa


Jimin: Since this cutie hates losing, you’ll probably need to give him a couple days to finally have him in realization as to what he did. He would mutter out a small “sorry” before scurrying back to his office in shame and regret, your teary eyes never leaving him. Wait did I say a couple days? Woops, hours. Jimin would then find you lying motionlessly on your bed and would quickly take charge, hugging you from behind. You would be a little stubborn, though, mainly so you could receive more cuddles.

Originally posted by bangtaninspired


V: Although Taehyung can be so weird and outgoing at times, he can be really intimidating and silent during times like these (kind of like Hoseok). But one look at you crying, his stone-hard expression would immediately turn into a look of regret and worry. He’d wrap his strong, warm arms around you while you continued to cry, muttering out “I’m so sorry”’s as he would stroke your hair.

Originally posted by saintminyoongi

Jungkook: (let’s be honest, he would never do this nor would any of the others but-) if he really would, he’d probably retreat to his office, not to work, but to plan on how to apologize to you. He would go all out with his apology, making sure to add roses and plushies and that one cafe date earlier. You were quite hesitant with forgiving him, although, after one look on his flawless face, you’d almost immediately accept his apologies.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

the-stonedsoldier  asked:

My favourite post I ever saw on any of those blogs was a few months ago where a few fans took selfies with Seb and he was doing his happy :D smile in them, and they said he was trying desperately to be like Margarita by copying her pose. Like.. I can't believe Margarita Levieva invented smiling©. She's an innovator.

First, your blog is a fucking godsend and I don’t kiss anyone’s ass, so take that for what you will. 

I fucking saw that, too. And it was precious. Look at Sebastian with that god damned wide smile. fuck that He’s just trying to be like Margarita!! She invented that smile. You can’t just go and copy it.

I decided to go find some smiles ala Margarita that Sebastian has given us for this post because he’s a fucking treasure.

Look at how he’s copying her:

fucking hell

you god damned bastard

stop stealing your girlfriend’s pose/smile

this isn’t some fucking game, Sebastian. Theft is real.

GRADE(for the he’s copying her smile crap) C Try harder, random fandom. We all at some point have to open our god damned mouths and sometimes, it’s when we’re in a fucking good mood and happy to be where we are.

anonymous asked:

Your Tordedd art literally makes my heart leap out of my chest like lOOK AT THOSE PRECIOUS CHILDREN,, I'm wondering how blind Tord would manage to get it on with Edd, being blind and everything. I can see Edd gently guiding Tord's hands to his hips and they kiss all soft and then Tord's like "ok haha lets go" My heart

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OK SO, i rly like to talk about blind!tord so th a n k s

so yea we’re getting to that ;) but first i imagine Tord and Edd get closer ever since Edd found out Tord ended up blind and super wounded after the end.

Idk how he finds out tho, maybe the so popular headcanon about Edd finding Tord on the streets, but because he had a breakdown back in the base of the red army (idk how the red army would fit in this au tho) and didnt know where to go, surprisingly enough he didnt got killed on his way to where edd found him, because fuck, hes blind and he just walked alone all the way there.

But anyway, Edd finds Tord got blind, right, and hes a good person so even when Tord was a huge dick he feels bad he lost his sight and his arm. So he lets him in in his appartment, first he doesnt tell either Matt or Tom bc they hate Tord and okay maybe Edd should hate him too maybe part of him does but !!! he couldnt just leave him there, blind and in the middle of a breakdown. So that’s how they become closer little by little, Edd starts to loosen up around Tord and sometimes hes like wait remember he blew up the house and killed your neighbor but ugh, he looks so helpless like this and it doesnt even look he can kill a fly. Eventually Tom and Matt realize what is happening and idk what happens there tbh 

So yeah, Edd helps Tord in everything he can, and if Tord lets him, because Tord still wants to feel useful in something, when they had their first kiss, it was kinda like that drawing i just made, and when they want to get further in their relationship is because Tord is just so desperate, he literally yells Ugh, I love you so much and I want to make you feel good but I’m so fucking,,,,,

Basically this au is just an excuse for me to use my headcanon of insecure Tord soooooo

fuck i wrote too much

bonus:

SEVENTEEN (hip hop unit) When They Hit You in an Argument

Hello everyone! So this is basically a pt.2 to the BTS reaction where they hit you in an argument (which will never happen) 

Request from: @taehyungie-lovee (here is the seventeen hiphop version i promised to post! thank you again for requesting!)

Submission:  “Could you do a bts and/or seventeen reaction to hitting you during an argument? Thank you~!”

Genre: angst with a dash of fluff

729 Words

Disclaimer: Please don’t get offended from this theme. This was simply a request in which the submitter (lovely @taehyungie-lovee ) looked for angst! These precious buns would nEVER do something like this!

Enjoy!


You had been at home, waiting for nearly an hour for your boyfriend to finally arrive. He had promised to meet up with you three hours ago at a cafe, but he never even left you a text on how he wouldn’t be able to make it. Oh, you were furious. Although this had happened in the past, you simply shrugged it off because you two were a new couple and well, he wouldn’t possibly do this again. That’s what you thought.

When you finally heard a car enter the driveway of your shared apartment, you quickly stood up from the couch and waited once more for him to open the door, a menacing glare plastered on your face.

“I’m home,” he only said, nothing more, nothing less before he walked towards his office. You continued glaring at him with your arms crossed and your fists clenched white.

“Is that all you’re going to say? After you left me hanging for three hours on our supposed date?” you then scoffed, since you felt like you weren’t even a big part of your boyfriend’s life anymore. Not after he became famous and drowned in busy schedules. “Again, this happened.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I promise I’ll make it up to you some other time, but right now, I’m really busy-” No, you thought. You weren’t going to let him say this to you again.

“Some other time?” you repeated, nearly shouting. Tears then began to well up before your eyes, blurring your vision of him standing so perfectly before you. “Am I just your hobby of some sort? Is your work really that more significant than our relationship? I’m going to lose my mind! Three hours, four or even more if I had continued staying there! Is this really what I am to you-” it was your turn now to be interrupted. But, not with words.

Your boyfriends had enough with your yelling and so he slapped you. Not one with great force, no, you were fine. But one harsh enough to have those tears fall and stain the carpeted floor.

SEVENTEEN HIPHOP UNIT:

S.Coups: Although Seungcheol would know better than to do this to you, his emotions suddenly got the best of him, resulting in two broken hearts. He’d quickly say sorry to you and bring you into a useless hug, for that wouldn’t help your anger towards him. Seeing your blank, weeping face, Seungcheol would then kiss the spot where he slapped you lightly and wouldn’t let you out of his arms until you forgave him.

Originally posted by sevixxteen

Wonwoo: This little emo cutie would immediately apologize, and there would be no end to it. He’d probably result in crying too since he couldn’t stand seeing you wail, and you two would quickly make up. Still, even after you forgave him (and both of you were now watching horror movies on the couch) he nevertheless continues apologizing. You two could even be married for a couple years and all of a sudden he’d just say, “I’m sorry for that time I hit you in that one argument. I love you, okay?”

Originally posted by infinitblaq

Mingyu: Mingyu would continue back to his office before hurriedly apologizing, and he’d only fill up with more shame with each step he made. He’d close his office door and just break down in tears, mentally beating himself up at the enormous mistake he made. It would take him a few hours to gather up the courage of apologizing sincerely to you in person, and he would probably include a carton of your favorite ice cream as well as many hugs and kisses.

Originally posted by daihun

Vernon: Being one of the younger members, I feel that Vernon would have a harder time collecting his thoughts and expressing how sorry he is towards you. He would just stand there before you, both of you in shock and pain, and he wouldn’t know what to do. He was afraid that you’d immediately leave him, so he quickly brought you into a hug and cried as he explained to you why he was feeling so lousy and how badly he wanted to see you all day. He’d beg for you not to leave him and would tell you that if he ever did that you again, you had the privilege to make him take you out to dinner each night, which you satisfyingly agreed to.

Originally posted by carol12lopes-blog

Hey you! I heard you were talking down about your body

First of all, I’m surprised you’d say those kinds of things about anyone.

Come here, human, and let me remind you how wonderful, delightful, and amazing you are. You humans can be anything, you’re so unique and so creative. 

I fought to protect the humans of this world so they can keep on being amazing, and I will fight anyone who makes you feel bad about your body. 

I know it can be hard having a human body. You’re so fragile, and you go through so many changes. I love you, no matter what kind of body you’re in. 

Just look at my precious little pork-chop, Greg. 

Perfect! (but I’m biased, he is my favorite human)

Charming!

Brilliant!

Fantastic!

Spectacular! (Even if you’ve made mistakes) 

Darling! (Even if you’ve been hurt)

Fabulous! (Even if you’re not quite typical) 

Awesome, in what ever role you play!

You may not always feel it, but I’ll always think you’re the best thing in the universe. 

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Chuffy FanFic - Part Three - "I miss us"

x-x-x

Duffy walked into the maternity room to a waiting Peter and Tanya. Peter was holding Tanya’s hand as he peered into the incubator where his daughter lay sleeping. He looked up to see his Mum, and Charlie enter the room. He noticed both seemed calmer, and relaxed, but also saw they were hiding something far deeper than they were willing to admit.

“Mum, are you ok?” Peter asked, as he had seen the redness in his Mum’s eyes, the result of spent tears.

Duffy walked over towards Peter and put a reassuring hand on his arm.

“Oh, yes love, I’m fine. How’s this precious little girl doing?” Duffy asked, as she peered into the incubator to see her granddaughter sleeping peacefully, she smiled down at her.

“The nurse said she was doing fine, and to expect tiredness from the trauma of her birth.” Tanya responded, looking up at Duffy, who was seated next to the incubator.

“Yes, she’ll be quite exhausted from all that, but she will be monitored for the next few days, in case there are any underlying problems. I’ll have a word with her nurse. She’ll be fine Tanya, she’s a beautiful little girl. We’re so proud of you. Both of you.” Duffy replied, looking sincerely at her daughter-in-law, already knowing the procedure and words to use in this situation. Little did she know how those words felt when it was her own granddaughter she was talking about.

“And you Mum, we’re so grateful of you, and Charlie. I’d have lost them both without you two.” Peter turned to Charlie, who was standing at in the doorway, with his hands in his pockets looking on at Duffy and the young family.

Charlie nodded to Peter, then smiled.

“I meant it Mum, without you two, I don’t know what would have happened.” Peter’s strong willpower began to fade as  his emotions began to surface.

“Oh Peter, it’s alright, everything is going to be alright.” Duffy, already at Peter’s side, turned to him and hugged him close to her, patting his back in comfort.

“And you Mum, are you going to be alright?” Peter loosened his grip on his Mum, as he spoke, looking directly at her.

She turned to look at Charlie, then back at her son.

“For the first time in a long time Peter, I think I am. Thanks to you.” She hugged her son closer to her as she realised her son had known all along. All she needed was a little help along the way.

All Charlie could do was stand and look at the family that appeared before him, never knowing that one day this family could one day let him be part of theirs.

Duffy turned to Charlie, and held out her hand gesturing for him to take it. Peter released his hold of his Mum, and within a few strides Charlie was by her side. Charlie looked at the woman before him, the woman he’d known for over thirty years, someone who had always been more than just a friend, someone he loved for more years than he could say. And now, she was standing holding her hand in his, as she smiled then drew him into an embrace. They stood there in each others arms, as their eyes closed in realisation that this is where they belonged: together.

x-x-x

Peter could see just how much his Mum needed his uncle far more than she would ever admit to herself. He’d seen his Mum at her weakest and most vulnerable quite a few times that day, but to suddenly regain her strength and be calmed so easily by simply being in his presence or hearing his words of reassurance. Well, this only fuelled his idea of where his Mum’s heart truly lay. Now, seeing them standing together each supporting the other, it was even more evident that they both needed the other.

His Step-Father Ryan, well, who was he to say that he really loved his Mum too, they hadn’t had a bad life growing up with him. But, he always noticed one important thing about Ryan, he wasn’t the man his Mum needed. His Mum always hid away at her lowest, preferred to have time on her own, than to seek comfort from anyone.

It was one day a year or so after they’d moved had he seen his Mum crying in their basement, attempting to shield her sobs with the sounds of the dryer tumbling its load, and her mind fixed on something, but not the dirty laundry sat in front of her. He was sure she hadn’t heard him come down the steps, and even more sure that she hadn’t seen him sit on the steps hiding from view. He’d seen the photograph in her hands, and saw her stroke the man in the picture but hadn’t been able to make out who it was. At first he thought it was his Dad, Andrew, which was completely natural for her to still miss him. It wasn’t odd to think his Mum was upset because of him, not at all. He wanted to go to her, to hug her and tell her it was ok to miss him, just as he did too. But, just as he was about to move did he hear her speak.

“Oh Charlie, I miss you so much.” She said, as she clutched the photograph to her chest as tears fell down her cheeks.

Realisation struck Peter, as it hit him, thoughts whirling around in his head. Charlie? Uncle Charlie? Mum, Mum missed Uncle Charlie? He then delicately rose from his seated position on the steps, and nonchalantly banged his feet heavily on the steps to make sure his presence was known to his Mum.

“Mum? Mum? Are you ok?” Peter walked towards his Mum, frowning as he spoke.

“Oh Peter…I’m fine love…just doing the laundry.” Duffy tried to conceal the shock in her voice, as she had hurriedly put the photograph into her back pocket.

“But you’ve been crying” Peter said, concern written all over his face.

“Oh, that’s just allergies, ha, that washing conditioner has a strong smell.” Duffy said, picking up the large bottle in her hands for emphasis.

“But Mum?” Peter’s responded, trying to question his Mum further.

“What do you want for your tea love? I’ll not be much longer down here.” Duffy said, and she smiled back at him.

“Go and have a look and I’ll be with you in a bit. Go on Peter, I won’t be long.”

“But Mum?”

“Peter, please, do as you’re told.”

“Alright, alright.” Peter replied, as he frowned again at his Mum, he patience running thin as his saw his Mum was getting annoyed at him now.

Uncle Charlie? Mum, misses Uncle Charlie?
That first memory of finding out his Mum had feelings for his uncle was only the start of it. As the years rolled by, the more his Mum hid herself away, grabbing her bag as she disappeared off into a room. And coming back out like the she had the world on her shoulders. And he tried desperately to help her. He suggested they spend more time together, or gave her opportunities to make new friends, introducing his mum to his friends mum’s. Trying to get her some support was better than seeing her without any. But, it was useless sometimes, when she was sad, low, or upset she disappeared, off she went with her bag, and that photograph for support. He thought about writing to his uncle, but then how could he? What would he say?

And then Mum left Ryan, and Mike came along. About time too, as he was worrying how she would be when he left for Uni. It didn’t matter for long, as Mum helped me get into Singapore University, and off we all went too. Leaving Ryan behind, and our home in New Zealand. But it was Mum who needed to leave, she wasn’t happy, and Mike, well seemed to make her happy.

It wasn’t long before I’d had a phone call from Mum announcing her and Mike were opening their own clinic in Cambodia. She was so excited, and couldn’t wait until it opened. I asked if she could manage it all, and said it was fine, “I’ve got the Calvary coming to help. Uncle Charlie is coming in a few days”.

“Uncle Charlie is coming?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait for him to see this place. He may even love it as much as we do, maybe he’ll stay and help us?”

“Oh, that would be great Mum.”

I could hear the excitement in her voice and it made me smile. But I also found it hard to distinguish her excitement for the clinic opening, or seeing Uncle Charlie. It was only a few weeks later did I hear the sadness back again in Mum’s voice, when she called. Mike had a stroke and they were coming to stay in Singapore. The clinic would run without them. But there was little mention of Uncle Charlie, as he’d been and gone. And her sadness overcame her in her voice: her dream had disappeared, Mike was too sick, and Charlie, well, she hardly spoke of him.

Mum was unhappy again, and it killed me.

A few months later, Mike had been successfully given a place in a reputable home for the infirm. Mum had said her goodbyes, more so his wishes than hers. And was alone, once again. But it was Paul who persuaded her to return to New Zealand, he missed his friends, etc. And Mum, well, I think she was a bit lost.

It wasn’t long until Ryan and her reconciled their differences, after 18 months apart. And it was great for Jake, and Paul too. But Mum needed something to focus on, she’d returned to her old job as Sister at Auckland General as soon as she could when they moved back. But, restless as she was she needed a challenge, so decided to complete her Midwifery Certificate. It took her a few days a week, part-time, for a few years but she did it. Fully qualified Midwife, and Nurse.

The new job gave her a fresher outlook on life, as she put it. “There’s no greater sound than of a baby’s heartbeat”. But when I visited her and Ryan, with Tanya, for our engagement she still had that sadness in her. Like a part of her was missing and she didn’t know how to find it again. Soon after Tanya and I were married. Jake had moved out following his announcement he had a new job in Sydney and would be back at Christmas. Then there was Paul, already spending far too much time with his friends than being at home. And Ryan, well, he was away with work a lot, and barely saw Mum. So when I we had some time alone, on Christmas Day, I asked her, and her reply had been a bit of a shock.

“I miss home Peter.”

“What do you mean Mum? You are home.“

“Oh I don’t know, not here, I live here Peter but it doesn’t feel like where I need be sometimes. I miss England. I miss my home.”

I could see the tears in her eyes.

“Then go”, I said, far too abruptly I thought at the time.

“What?” She looked puzzled.

“Look Mum, if you need some time on your own, then go, go home.”

“You really think I should?”

“Why not.”

“But Paul, Ryan, the house…”

“Mum, they can manage without you. Go and have some time to yourself, you need it.”

“Thank you Peter.” She hugged me, a lot tighter than she had done in a long time.

An hour later and when most had gone to bed, I drank the last of my lager, I stood up and looked at the vast array of Christmas cards that filled the mantelpiece of the fireplace. Each card I picked up signed by various new parents at the hospital all thanking my Mum for her help. Some were from her colleagues at work too. Then I found the card that meant more to my Mum than all the rest. From Uncle Charlie, two lines of words that clearly showed how much he missed her:

Duffy,

Merry Christmas, and have a happy new year!

So many Christmases and years go by, and I still think of you, of us. I miss us, and those years.

Your friend
Charlie x

Now I knew why Mum wanted to go home so much. Because of Uncle Charlie.

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Listen to the cute sound of Jimin’s belly