Has Your Character Ever Gotten Into A Really Big Fight With Someone They Care A Lot About? What Brought

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Has your character ever gotten into a really big fight with someone they care a lot about? What brought about this fight? What was the aftermath?

Ey yo @injuryprompts , would it surprise you if I told you this was from an original Digimon fic I came up with years ago?

Injury Prompt #1115

Hit with glass bottle

love languages meme

words of affirmation

“You’re really good at that.” 

“I care about you.”

“I missed you.”

“Will you call me when you get there?”

“Of course I noticed. You matter to me.”

“This was a really good day.”

“I really like spending time with you.”

“I’m in love with you.”

quality time

[ boardgame ] - sender and receiver play a boardgame together

[ shopping ] - sender and receiver are grocery shopping together 

[ date ] -  sender contacts receiver, trying to arrange a date night (or lunch, etc)

[ vacation ] - sender and receiver take a vacation together 

[ cooking ] - sender and receiver prepare a meal or some sort of baked good together 

[ family ] - sender and receiver spend some time together with either sender’s or receiver’s family, “i want you to meet my family” style

gifts

“This made me think of you.”

“I saw you were out, so I picked some up on my way back.”

“It’s your favourite, right?”

“I’ve been looking since you couldn’t find it last week.”

“I made it, I thought you might like it.”

“Take it, if you like it.” 

“You should try it, I think you’ll like it.”

“Were you still thinking about seeing that play? I have tickets.” 

acts of service

[ grooming ] - sender does some small grooming task for receiver (washing their hair, wiping away stray flour while baking, etc)

[ light on ] - sender knows receiver will arrive to their location late at night, so sender leaves a light on for them

[ morning ] -  sender prepares a cup of coffee/tea for receiver

[ private ] - sender does something to defend receiver’s privacy when a third party is threatening to cross receiver’s boundaries

[ lie ] - sender lies in a way that is intended to protect receiver

[ water ] - sender runs a hot shower/bath for receiver after receiver has had a long day

[ meal ] - sender prepares some sort of meal for receiver (breakfast, lunch for the next day)

[ ride ] - sender gives receiver a ride somewhere

[ sick ] - sender cancels work to take care of receiver while they are sick 

physical touch

[ couch ] - sender rests their head against receiver’s shoulder while they sit beside each other

[ passing touch ] - sender passes by receiver and just briefly touches their shoulder, or the small of their back, or their waist

[ check ] -  sender checks receiver over for injuries, insisting on checking receiver over themselves to be sure that they’re okay

[ kisses ] - sender presses a kiss, or several kisses, to something receiver is not used to having kissed (a scar, freckles, their stomach, etc)

[ righting ] - sender does something to ‘right’ receiver; straightens their tie, sweeps their hair back into place, fixes a curl back into place, etc 

[ shove ] - sender shoves receiver affectionately because receiver is teasing them

[ presence ] - receiver is upset, and sender is - simply - present. they put their hand over receiver’s, or they sit beside them so their shoulders knock, or they link fingers, or they just barely toe at receiver’s shoe so they’re reminded they’re not alone.

i hate shark slander. theyre literally just sitting in their own living room

Oh SNAP @jumper-zuzu

I've done this one but idk if I've made you read it yet.

...got it. Please keep in mind this is just a snippet of a chapter I wrote a long time ago for the digipocalypse story. I scanned it for basic editing/formatting errors but it's 5:30 in the morning and I can't be fucked lol.

CW: attempted rape, assault, violence.

"Naomi, get up," a loud voice demanded. A hand grabbed her by the left shoulder and shook hard, trying to wake her and pull her up to a sitting position at the same time; it ached horribly.

"Ow-what are you doing that hurts," Naomi mumbled as she came to. She tried to shrug the hand away; its grip tightened. A face suddenly appeared before her. She gasped sharply and jumped.

"What the hell is wrong with you? It's me!" The voice growled. It was Lukas.

"I-I'm sorry, you just startled me, and you're hurting me. Let go!" She tried to grasp the back of his hand with her right and pull it away; it didn't budge.

"Where the hell have you been? I heard you got back hours ago." His voice was quiet. The underlying malice frightened her even more.

"We did, I-I mean, well yeah, we did, I went to the Medbox to drop off supplies and get my arm patched up afte-ah!"

A swift blow to the face cut her off. A backhand to her right cheek, the gaudy class ring he always wore dug into her skin. Her head snapped to the side. The strike overwhelmed her and tears filled her eyes. Her breath caught as he pushed his face into hers, noses nearly touching.

"You're really gonna sit there and lie to me?" He asked coolly.

It was then she felt his breath on her face...smelled his breath on her face...old tobacco and paint thinner.

"You're drunk..." she whispered through hitched gasps.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to drink if you'd just COME HOME WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO," Lukas roared. He stood up, yanking Naomi by the shoulder to the floor.

Naomi shrieked in pain, scrambled to put her feet beneath her but was disoriented by pain and darkness. Light flashed fitfully through the small skylight in the room.

'The door...get to the door.....' she thought as she tried to crawl toward it.

"Ohhhohohohoho," Lukas laughed. The sound of it made Naomi's blood run cold. "Where do you think you're going?"

Her right ankle was crushed to the ground under the sole of a booted foot. She screamed again.

Another flash of light came from the overhead window brighter this time, and over the sound of her own crying and Lukas' heavy breathing she heard a low rumble.

"Three days, Little Bird," Lukas murmured menacingly.

Naomi shuddered in terror at the sound of her father's pet name for her in the mouth of her ex.

"Three days you've been off with another man thinking I wouldn't figure it out. Are you really that STUPID?!" The last word boomed from his mouth louder than the approaching thunder. He stood full-weight on her ankle for a brief second as he took a step forward.

"That's not what happened!" Naomi cried. "We went to find supplies for the camp! That's it! And even if I did find someone else. You haven't been my boyfriend for almost a year! You're paranoid! Tanner was right! You're-"

Her sentence was suddenly stifled by a sweaty, clammy palm across her nose and mouth, her slender 5'6" frame dwarfed and pinned by 300 lbs of athlete-turned-alcoholic bulk on top of her.

"SHUT UP!!" Lukas bellowed. He panted heavily. His eyes seemed bloodshot and took on a beast-like quality. His lips curled back, teeth gnashing together with rage. An inhuman roar erupted from his mouth.

Naomi squeezed her eyes shut. He seemed to shout for hours. She tried to look around for something-anything to fend Lukas off with. His hand on her face limited movement. Her arms flailed about the floor, grasping, searching for anything. Her fingernails clinked against glass.

She felt the neck of a glass bottle, grasped it in a shaky hand as Lukas leaned down to her ear.

"If I can't have you..." he whispered. He removed his hand from her face and Naomi let out a strangled sob. His thick forearm slid against her throat, pressure just beginning to cut off her airway. His free hand fiddled with his belt.

"...then I'll just have to take you." He paused as he struggled to push his pants down with one hand. Naomi took the momentary distraction to swing the glass bottle as hard as she could at Lukas' head.

The half-full bottle 'THUNKED' square on the side of his head. The blow stunned him just enough that he rolled sideways off of Naomi. Naomi scrambled to her feet. Lukas' careless hands flailed about trying to grab her but she swung wildly behind her with the bottle, connecting again with something hard. Once the grasping hands fell away from her she dropped the bottle, which shattered, and bolted out the door.

Injury Prompt #1115

Hit with glass bottle