Is it too late to say sorry now?

[smutanon]

MAKE UP SEX MEME



You've messed up. Whether it be a small squabble over who got the last beer or a big, big betrayal, you have hurt your lover/spouse/significant other/friend with benefits enough to get them angry with you. For the moment, this relationship is on the rocks. But still, you want to make things right.

After your apology and attempts to make amends, or perhaps as part of that attempt, you need something to reaffirm the bond between you two. There's something to be said for make up sex; it can help you both heal you hurts - and, at the very least, it can show that you can be in the same room together.

HOW TO PLAY

• Comment with your character and preferences.
• You may also want to mention if you want to play the one who did the hurting/will apologize or the one who was hurt by the argument.
• Reply to others.

WHY

1. Serious: There's some broken hearts and real pain here. It may take time to heal anything.
2. Not-So-Serious: Surely such a petty, silly disagreement won't ruin your day. Don't let it go that way.

HOW

1. Romantic & Fluffy
2. Hate Sex
3. Something in Between/Other?

Comments

Genji Togashi | Sakigake!! Otokojuku | ota

[gakuseibou]

[Togashi's super fucking aggressive he probably caused the argument because he's an idiot. Characters aged 16-19 only, please.]

Jimmy | American Idiot Musical

[patronsaintofthedenial]

[[he's pissed the person off. and he's only saying 'sorry' cause he's being forced to. he doesn't actually give a shit. but fuck it, he needs them onside.]]

Tony Stark | MCU | OTA

[gbpp]

[tasedagod]

Agonizingly long days passed since Tony's unfortunate run-in with Thanos, resulting in the emergence of Darcy's worst nightmares. The first was spent under the careful eye of a physician who, having worked extensively with the Avengers, knew better than to ask too many questions. In between fending off Jane and Thor's concerns and trying to convince herself that everyone Tony had said and done truly were because of Thanos and not a result of an underlying desire to be rid of her, Darcy dozed fitfully and stared out the window of the hospital room, wondering where to go from there.

The next few were spent at Jane's, with Thor hovering over them and the occasional appearance of Loki who, true to his nature, didn't seem to care about the drama around him and instead focused on his own...well, whatever it was ex-supervillains did in their spare time. Did he have hobbies? Did he knit? Normally, Darcy would have asked, probably pestered him until he turned her into a toad, but she just didn't have it in her.

When she finally returned home, it was with some trepidation. She held her breath as the door clicked shut behind her, ears straining.

No one was home.

She prowled through every room as if she expected Tony to leap out of a monster closet straight from DOOM, but only silence greeted her. She paused only briefly in front of the bathroom mirror, eyes focusing immediately on the bruises ringing her throat, darker than those on the rest of her body. Aside from being choked unconscious, she'd come out relatively unscathed. Physically, anyway.

She'd both feared and prayed Tony would be home. She didn't know what to say to him, how to approach him, if she even could, and yet she was terrified that he would stay away forever. She wanted to hear straight from him that everything he'd said, all that he'd done, was Thanos and not him. Until then, she'd be drowning in her insecurities, barely treading water.

Sighing, she flicked on every light in the place and threw herself onto the bed face down, closing her eyes. It should have felt good to be home, a relief in and of itself. Threat to the universe vanquished, no fatalities on their end, yay everyone should celebrate, and indeed, the Avengers probably did so. Just...without her.

She couldn't shake the feeling that she'd lost everything.

Restless, she rolled onto her back and indulged in a staring contest with the ceiling while she did battle with her thoughts.

[gbpp]

Tony had spent a lot of time thinking.

It turned out to be a pointless exercise, because despite being aware of what he'd said and done to her, he knew that there wasn't a single thing that he'd intended. Clint had been to see him, and they'd vaguely talked about the mind control and Tony had quickly diverted the conversation and alcohol might have been involved.

Several of their friends had told him to go and visit. Both at the hospital and at Jane's. He'd thought about calling what felt like thousands of times and in the end, he'd just waited.

As soon as she'd left Jane's he knew. He'd brought up the security cameras as soon as she'd started up their huge driveway and felt a lot like a stalker as he watched her walk through the house. It was heart breaking, honestly - to watch her flick on all the lights like that. He'd done that - whether he'd been in the right mind or not.

She didn't make it to the workshop. If she'd made that turn he would have come to meet her, but instead he got to watch her drop onto the bed, and that was when he shut the screen off, got to his feet and headed toward their bedroom. At least, he hoped that she still wanted this, all of it.

As soon as he got to their bedroom door he paused, leaning up against the door frame and gingerly reaching out to knock on the door - and then instantly stopped himself. He'd done that before. His hand drops against his side, and he goes for something else instead.

"Hey."

[tasedagod]

Darcy was in the midst of losing both her internal war and the staring contest when she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps. Silently, she cursed herself for forgetting to check the workshop, the most likely place Tony would have been lurking.

Her heart lurched, and before he even opened his mouth, she was off the bed, balanced on the balls of her feet, though yet again she had nowhere to go unless she decided to swan dive out the window. A reflex from recent trauma.

She stared at him silently, studying his face, looking for the telltale signs of possession. The coldness was gone, replaced by warmth and open concern. Yet it could still be a mask, another way to get through her defenses, though it was questionable as to why he'd bother doing so now instead of just killing her back at the facility.

She closed her eyes, took deep breaths. Thanos was dead, his connection to Tony severed. She repeated it in her head like a mantra, drawing strength from it. When she opened her eyes again, she was more calm, more in control of herself.

"Tony?" She licked her lips, sounding uncertain despite the repetition in her head. "Are you...you?"

[gbpp]

Trying to recall a time when he felt worse than he did right now was difficult. Just being here had her on edge, and that really wasn't a good sign. How could they have a future if she lived in constant fear of him? He could read it on her as if she'd written it with a sharpie on her forehead.

That she'd gotten up off the bed so quickly was understandable. He remembered what he'd threatened to do, what he'd almost done. She's alive, and he should be thrilled, they should be celebrating and preparing for the arrival of their baby and yet here they were, acting like complete strangers.

"Yeah. It's me." He muttered, leaning up off the door frame, carefully slipping his hands in his pockets as an attempt to appear less threatening. It felt odd, and as soon they were out again and instead he wandered over to the nearest large object, cursing the fact that it was a chest of drawers.

Choosing to ignore the reminder, he turned his back on it instead, attention back on her. He needed to say something, anything to show that it really was him, and that there wasn't a shred of Thanos' power left in him, but the words didn't quite come as easily as they usually did.

"That-- wasn't me."

[tasedagod]

"I know."

The two words barely came out in a whisper, but she spoke them aloud, and in doing so, they seemed to become imbued with power. Darcy had told herself as such a million times in the past several days, but it wasn't until then that she'd felt any force behind the assertion. It had been more of a lifeline, something to keep her going.

It would be unfair to hold everything against him. None of them could stand up to Thanos's power. She still didn't even have the whole story of how he'd been defeated; simply learning that he was dead had been enough for her. Later, she'd want to know every little detail.

Yet what if a part of Thanos lingered? What if his influence would never truly go away?

She sighed, rubbing at her temples.

"Thanos, right?" Of course it had been, but she ached for confirmation.

[gbpp]

"Thanos." He repeated back to her, taking a deep breath and looking away for a moment. This was awkward, and he owed her answers. In fact, she deserved an explanation of everything, but it felt too much like he was making excuses for himself, which was absurd, and plenty of their friends had tried to make sure he saw it that way.

The problem wasn't how he felt.

It was all about Darcy.

"I remember standing outside the facility and... then I guess I woke up when..." 'When I was strangling you' didn't really feel right to say, but all the same it was the truth.

"It was as if someone else had done it. Listen... I-- I... If this is too much."

[tasedagod]

The shift to her stance was subtle, becoming less defensive. Part of her had feared that Tony had been in there the entire time, fighting against Thanos's control and unable to turn the tide. At least he had been spared that nightmare.

"But you remember everything?"

She unconsciously rubbed at her wrist, then took a step toward him. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and never let go, but she was still so uncertain about so much. Tony might not have meant a single word he said, but he'd still done a significant amount of damage, and Darcy didn't know how to even begin healing.

[not_a_commie]

[ Horrible ideas with this are running through my mind after the CACW trailer... shall we? If not that's cool. ]

[gbpp]

[Yes!! Let me send you a PP???]

Kaioh Michiru | Sailor Moon | F/F

[adamantsea]

[guiding_starlight]

[ ooc: Hello! Would you be up for something with these two? I am open to AUs or canon-jumping, and I see Nanoha as the one doing the apologizing, for what it's worth. ]

[adamantsea]

[ooc: sure! It'd have to be an AU probably. Also it's been a while since I've seen Nanoha, so I'm happy to follow your lead.]

[guiding_starlight]

[ ooc: Understood! I can write the starter. If it's AU, I can easily manage SM canon but perhaps Nanoha doesn't know Michiru's whole deal (unless you want her to, but she isn't a senshi herself), or the other way around. If it was the latter I had the thought that Nanoha was increasingly distant and randomly absent, due to her off-world training, family stuff, and school stress. Plenty of things to make up for on that end, I think? ]

[adamantsea]

[ ooc: Let's go with the latter, if that works for you! It'd be difficult for Michiru to be involved with someone not a senshi in SM-verse, I think. ]

[guiding_starlight]

[ ooc: That makes sense to me. It won't be easy for Nanoha either, but she will learn this lesson the hard way!
I am fairly open with regards to preferences, by the way, but I anticipate this being fairly light and fluffy. Let me know if there's anything I should alter, or feel free to wing it, too~. ]


[ Nanoha was in big trouble. Not the life-or-death kind of trouble, or familial turmoil, but trouble nonetheless. It was not her fault that her promotion exam coincided with a certain special anniversary. She had planned around it months in advance. A courier was set to deliver a fresh bouquet of roses and a sweet letter to Michiru's apartment on the eve of that date, apologizing for being ill and unable to spend time with her.

What she had no contingency for was the florist running out of the needed flowers to fill her order, and since she was unable to take the call at home concerning the issue and change her plans, no delivery was made. At all.

Nanoha's mother was well aware of her true plans for that day, but no doubt hearing some thin excuse as "I'm sorry, but my daughter isn't feeling well right now. Perhaps you could try back tomorrow?" must seem like such a slap in the face. No flower, no letters, no face-to-face excuse given, no phone call... not even a text?

That is so very unlike Nanoha in every way, on an ordinary day, but lately that's been her M.O. With the finals at school, off-world, and pressure to help out more around her family's cafe, she hasn't been herself. Distant. Evasive. Lying with a smile left and right, as she spouts off excuses while canceling engagements constantly.

It's late on the evening after their anniversary. A girl her age shouldn't be wandering about alone, but it's not like she came in from the street level anyhow. No, she had been teleported in atop the empty roof and made her way down the service access. After checking her dress one last time, Nanoha knocks on the door and puts on her biggest smile for her oft-neglected girlfriend.

She doesn't even have the sinking feeling in her gut to clue her in that anything is amiss. She's just so happy to be home. ]

[adamantsea]

[ooc: this works! also I'm going to write in prose because I inevitably really screw up my html otherwise, but feel free to continue in brackets if you prefer!]

Michiru of course understood that life often gets busy, that plans fall through and there are obligations that one can't avoid or get out of. She also of course understands the importance of school and the vast array of other duties that Nanoha must juggle. She herself has her own studies, hours upon hours of practice and rehearsals to apply herself to as well.

Normally, she would excuse every last minute change in plans or cancellation. Nanoha was always very apologetic, and seemed genuinely upset for missing out on their time together. But lately, and for seemingly no reason at all, she'd changed - outright lying, avoiding her, barely answering her messages or calls. It's hard to not feel neglected after only a few days, but after a few weeks of this, Michiru's begun to wonder if there's anything left of their relationship at all.

Their anniversary had come and gone with nothing. Normally she hardly cared about such silly things, but they'd seemed important to Nanoha in the past. So when she didn't hear one word form her, Michiru had poured herself a large glass of wine and idly flipped through images of her favorite female racer on the internet.

What she hadn't expected the next night, was a knock on the door. She wears a satin robe over her lingerie, had been reading some book about some ridiculous love story or whatever and had yet another bottle of wine on hand. Michiru almost ignores it, hardly feeling up for entertaining...but her curiosity gets the better of her. It could...should be only one person, really.

It is her, of course.

Her pulse thunders in her ears, suddenly unsure if she's even able to look at her now.

Finally, slowly, she opens the door, but doesn't move aside to allow her in just yet.

"My, Nanoha. You're out awfully late."

sam winchester ♦ supernatural

[hollowly]

Jemma Simmons | Marvel's Agents of SHIELD | OTA

[technicallysmarter]

Lucy Stillman - Assassin's Creed - m/f

[juno57]

Evelyn O'Connell | The Mummy Returns | ota

[nascensibility]

Theo Raeken | Teen Wolf | M/M

[raeken]

Dean Winchester | Supernatural | M/M

[huntsdemons]