80s and 90s Preferences, Imagines & Headcannons

𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕡

ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕩

River Phoenix stood in front of his daughter Savannah, his chest heaving with anger, his eyes flashing in frustration. They had just had a screaming match, the likes of which he had never experienced before. He knew he had gone too far, said things he shouldn't have said, and hurt her in a way that he never intended.

As he looked at her, he saw the hurt in her eyes, the tears streaming down her face. He felt a pang of regret, a twinge of guilt. He knew he had to apologize, make things right, and start anew.

But he didn't know how to begin. He had always been the strong, silent type, the one who kept his emotions bottled up inside. He had never been good at apologizing, at admitting his mistakes, at reaching out and making amends.

But now, as he stood there, facing his daughter, he knew he had to try. He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and began to speak.

"Savannah," he said, his voice low and hesitant. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said, for how I acted, for the hurt I caused you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you, and I don't want our relationship to be like this. I want us to be close, to be there for each other, to support each other through thick and thin. Can you forgive me?"

Savannah looked at him, her eyes softening, her tears drying. She nodded, and River felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had done it. He had apologized, made amends, and started anew.

From that day on, River and Savannah were closer than ever before. They talked more, laughed more, and shared more. River knew that he had learned a valuable lesson, one that he would never forget. He had learned that sometimes, the hardest thing to do is also the right thing to do. And he had learned that sometimes, saying sorry is the first step towards healing and growth.

ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕞

Corey sat on the couch, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had just had a screaming match with his son Noah, something he never thought would happen. He knew he had to apologize, but he didn't know how to do it.

He took a deep breath and stood up, making his way to Noah's room. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He tried again, but still nothing. He opened the door slowly, peeking inside.

Noah was lying on his bed, his face buried in his pillow. Corey sat down on the edge of the bed, and placed a hand on his son's back.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I was out of line."

Noah didn't say anything, but Corey could feel him relax slightly under his hand. He took that as a good sign and continued.

"I know we don't always see eye to eye, but that's no excuse for the way I acted. You deserve better than that, and I'm sorry."

Noah turned over to face his dad, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry too, Dad," he said. "I shouldn't have said those things to you."

Corey pulled his son into a hug, holding him tightly.

"It's okay, son," he said. "We all make mistakes. What's important is that we learn from them and try to do better next time."

Noah nodded, and the two of them sat there in silence for a few moments, just holding onto each other.

Corey knew that things wouldn't magically be perfect between him and Noah after this, but he also knew that they had taken a step in the right direction. They had apologized and acknowledged their mistakes, and that was a good start.