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Ooeeh headcanon about a fight and making up with Henry?🥰

Kiss & Make Up

Basically y’all know what’s bout to go down. And it’s only healthy for couples to fight Henry~ i hope i did this justice i’m new to headcanons n i can’t tell if this is a mini story or naw??? >w<

it’s the first fight you two ever have, and boy is it bad. in the few months you’ve dated the high of the first few weeks never died down. you really thought you would never fight.

but every healthy couple is bound to fight, at least you try to tell yourself that when he’s yelling at you.

henry’s voice is deep and exasperated as he bickers with you over having another man in your shared home. ‘Yours’.

his nose flares, cheeks reddened to impossible heights as his chest puffs with air and deflates. his teeth are clenched and eyebrows drawn near to the middle, making lines crease his forehead.

evidently not everyone else’s, especially guys who were so clearly just a friend.

his accusations come out of nowhere, hitting deep as he shoves things around. breaks items that are materialistic, but a hassle to clean up.

it’s scary to see him like this, so you stay in place. trembling while you cautiously watch him go about his little destruction spell.

what draws the last straw is his words, “are you sleeping with him?”. no one ever likes to hear those words from someone they love.

with the track record you have of being used or cheated on, you’d think henry would be wise to not go there. but stranger things have happened, right?

boy does it sting, like a knife twisting in your heart. you bite your bottom lip bitterly, arguing would only make it worse you knew this from past flings.

finally as if all tuckered out, henry stops yelling. heaving a deep breath as he looks around the mess he’s caused.

little shards of glass, water, flowers and papers all across the wood floorboards. that you took the curtesy or mopping and polishing.

you knew he was stressed and busy from work, so maybe this was all it was? yet the tears stung at the back of your eyes. pushing their way forward to the corners of your eyes.

futilely you try to blink them away but they only seem to go free, cascading down your cheeks and as if sensing the little sniffle you make, henry looks over truly shocked.

all the rage and frustration ebbs away with one look at your composure crumbling.

a heart broken smile directed at him, tears clinging on at the globe of your cheeks. Making them glisten in the fading sun through the window.

he crowds your space quickly as you wipe the dew drops away trying to save face. too late.

he’s all “i’m sorries.”, “i didn’t mean it.” as fast as he can, breathing heavily. promising he’d clean the mess up. to never raise his voice at you again- so forth.

still he doesn’t get much further before your hands, clenched into fists met his sturdy chest. he grunts stunned as he backs away with awe at your sudden attack.

of course you could never go for the face but his body wasn’t off limits- to a degree. If you really wanted to hurt him, and not yourself you could’ve just aimed lower.

that’d be a literal dick move.

the punch is however a big mistake you’re all, “argh, i can’t even fucking hurt you because you’re built like a fucking wall! and now my hand hurts!” (i can’t help but be a dork even when it’s serious fuck 🤣💀)

him tries to help, really he does. genuinely concerned for your wellbeing.

you fight him off mutter things like, “you aren’t a child.”, etc.

as time passes on you get nowhere, and extend your hand out to him. effortlessly he presses against your bones and muscles lightly. asking if it hurts every so often, with a shake of your head, he smiles.

and curse that smile bc you’re weak for it.

he lifts your hand up, cradle in his two larger palms and kisses your knuckles. rubbing over your achy flesh.

henry gets you an ice pack for the swelling, saying you’ll live. you opt to calling him ‘colossus’ after that encounter.

to run his apology forward he cleans the house up, apologizes to your friend he scared off coming home like a raging bull. by phone call. even offered to sleep on the sofa if you were still pissed or hurting. even scared of him.

hell he’d find a motel for your comfort. no compromise was too much for him.

with that done, he vanishes while you’re mid winding down your anxiety watching funny animals videos.

little snorts or giggles filling the air.

curiously you worried over it being so silent only to see he’s leaning into the back of the sofa. watching you with that warmed look in his eyes, somehow you can tell he’s still tense and stressed beneath that fond expression.

so you do what any girlfriend would do, kiss and make up with the lovable teddy bear.

initiating the kiss first, he wraps his arms around your hesitantly. worried he’d hurt you or scare you again.

you spend the better part of coaxing and reassuring him, he would never hurt you.

leading up to him telling about his stressful day at work and how parazzi kept harassing him about his personal life. you in particular in excruciating details.

false rumors, accusations, etc. it had his blood boiling at people saying inaccurate things about you.

him wanting to protect your honor makes your heart flutter to life with those familiar feelings. the highs of your relationship bleeding to the forefront.

with your anxiety down to a manageable level, it’s your objective to also bring henry’s down too. giving him massages that he returns to you in the payment of kithes.

by the time you both fall asleep right there cuddled on the sofa ironically. his larger body covers yours, head cradled between your breast. breathing evenly, and you run a hand through his curly locks whispering a, “i love you ya big idiot.”

Take this crappy stolas owl drawing

Might post a couple doodles aswell

When baby can't accept too much money from selling his stuff

LOOK AT HIM ENJOYING SOMETHING AND TRYING TO GET HIS DADDY'S ATTENTION-

Also, may I add that Guy Diamond looks good-