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wanted to hate off campus soooo bad but rewatching it a third time currently 🥰
how he apologizes
suna, makki
haikyuu!! genre: hurt/comfort
a/n: they’re so silly and i’m in love with them (heheehehahaha) if you guys like this, show it some love. (i love seeing you guys reblog with # ! i read them and they make my day!) maybe i’ll do sakusa and atsumu next :>
dedicated to my lovely best friend @nami66m !
HOW SAKUSA APOLOGIZES
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SUNA
Rintarou is unbearably stubborn.
He says things that he doesn’t mean and his words are venomous. When the two of you got into a fight over something that didn’t even really matter, you are shocked when he spits your biggest insecurity back in your face. He will never forget the pained expression that washed over your features and almost instantly, he regretted ever saying it in the first place.
You held your head up high, trying to ignore the lump forming in your throat and the tears threatening to spill, before heading out of your shared home. He could tell that you were heartbroken to hear something you told him in confidence thrown back in your face. He knew that he fucked up, but yet he stood there unmoving like a statue, too afraid to move a muscle or utter a word. As he watched you storm out, he told himself that he never wants to see you leave out that door, running away from him again.
He stood in that same spot for a while, frozen. Why did he say those things? What were you even fighting about in the first place? How can he fix this?
He doesn’t know what to do. Before, all he did was run from his problems and avoid people he wronged like the plague. He’d ignored their texts and calls. He’d act like he wasn’t home when they’d knock on his door, begging for an explanation on why he went ghost. He’d even act like he didn’t know them when seeing them in public.
Rintarou doesn’t know how to admit he’s wrong because he believes that if he admits it, then you’ll find somebody better. You deserve somebody who wouldn’t hurt you in the first place: someone who acknowledges their faults and overcomes them with humility. And he has never done that — he doesn’t know how to.
So as he sits on the couch with his head in his hands and unbecoming tears streaming down his face, he decides that he needs to drive to the only person he can trust to ask for advice: Osamu.
You finally come home at midnight. Your cheeks and nose are red and he instantly realizes you’ve been walking out in the cold.
But when you open the door, you’re greeted by the warmth of the fireplace, candles lit everywhere you look, and Rintarou standing right in the kitchen like he’d been waiting there for hours. He offers you an uneasy smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes. He smiles like he’s unsure of what to say or what your reaction will be.
Deep down, he wants to run and hide like he usually would. He’s afraid that you will leave him first because you’ve seen how ugly he can be.
He gestures to the kitchen island, and you see he’s made you your favorite food. It’s not perfect and the display looks awful, but the hopeful look in his eyes is begging for your acceptance and validation. You know he’s never done anything like this before.
The gesture makes you want to cry all over again, but you’re hesitant to forgive him so easily. When he’s met with silence, he continues.
“I made it all myself.” He explains, “But...I had to ask Osamu for help because I didn’t know where to start.” He admits, voice a little lower than before.
You step into the kitchen to take it all in — the kitchen is a mess, the sink full of dishes and it looks like he spilled something all over the stove. But you know he’s trying, in his own stupid way, to make it up to you.
He approaches you carefully, scared that you’ll storm out again. To his surprise, you await his embrace. He wraps his arms around you while you hesitantly wrap yours around him.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers for the first time, “I didn’t mean what I said.”
You think he might be crying.
“I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.”
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MAKKI
He hates to think that he could’ve done something wrong in the first place.
Because it was only a joke.
You had invited your family over for dinner. While all of you are having a good time and getting along for once, Makki decides to make a joke in an attempt to make your family like him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the time or the place for this particular joke — it’s inappropriate and borderline offensive, especially to you. You, most out of everyone, are appalled and shocked that he’d even bring something like that up. It makes everyone stiff and the aura is suddenly uncomfortable; the air is stuffy and no one knows what to say in response. You excused yourself from the table, dragging Makki outside to the balcony by his ear. He groaned in complaint and once you left the table, everyone shared knowing looks. By the time the both of you returned inside, everyone had already finished their food and was ready to leave, eager to leave the tense atmosphere. You were beyond embarrassed and disappointed that the night had gone awry.
You pointedly ignored him for the rest of the night because you decided that you were too upset to fight. You cleaned up by yourself despite Makki’s protests to let him help you. You shouldered him off and he didn’t know what to do. He was starting to get frustrated, but he knew not to say anything in retort.
Unfortunately, like most men, Makki has his pride. But, he realizes that he would much rather admit he’d done something to upset you rather than sit, brood, and refuse to apologize. Of course, since it is Makki, he has to put a fun and exciting twist to it.
He’ll usually give you your space for a few hours, acting like he is oblivious to the silent treatment you always give him when you’re upset. He looks past all the harsh glares you throw his way and he ignores the scoffs you make when he walks past you in your shared apartment. He even gives you a flippant, ‘bye!’ when you leave to get some fresh air because the tension is so thick that the both of you feel like you’re going to suffocate.
While you’re gone, he scrambles to get things ready as he prepares to build a blanket fort for the both of you. It might be childish, but the two of you have never been afraid to indulge in ‘kiddie’ activities. And he knows how much you love to watch movies together. He even makes the quickest trip to the convenience store in his life – rushing to get you your favorite snacks and drink.
He barely makes it home before you return. He's putting the final touches when he hears you unlocking the door.
As he whips around, you walk in and your eyes go wide.
“What’s this?” You question, eyeing his guilty expression.
“I’m sorry.” Is all he says.
You scoff for probably the hundredth time today. As you unlace your shoes and shrug your coat off your shoulders, you hear him messing around with the television. Your heart is racing as you try to decide if you’re still upset at him.
“Do you know how uncomfortable you made everyone? You’re so–”
“I shouldn’t have made such a stupid joke.”
“You think?”
You fail to realize that your boyfriend has closed the distance between you two. He sweeps you off your feet, strong arms picking you up to hold you bridal style.
“Hey!” You scream.
“I’m sorry.” He murmurs with a soft smile, before he playfully throws you inside the fort, your back hitting an array of pillows. You squeal in response and he is quick to follow you inside. You look around and he’s put a lot of effort in – he even used the bar stools so that you’d have more room. He sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulls you to his side.
“Please forgive me.” He whispers into your ear, kissing all over your face and neck as you protest.
“‘Hiro!” You laugh, trying to fight him off but it’s fruitless. You enjoy his proximity and even, you recognize the fact that he’s doing his best to cheer you up.
You can’t help the giggle that bubbles up from your throat as he restlessly starts attacking you with his affection.
Then, you forget why you were even mad in the first place.
HI! i'm just here to give you some "Tower Of Mistakes" Fanart because I love your work! [I kinda had art block so don't mind the lazy hand, hah!]
OOOOMGGGG TYSMMMM
YOOOO HE LOOKS SO AMAZING I LOVE HOW YOU DREW HIM
Tysm for the support 💖 and sorry I've left you and the rest waiting for more tom, im workin on it hehe
cursing you with liking the less popular half of a popular ship
a sketch of mongolian sarai <3
[id: a sketch of younger sarai from the dragon prince. she looks to the left with a neutral expression. end id]
Hey.. Its me. The anon who wants to eat ur cats. I'm your 2nd follower ever. I'm just... SO HAPPY!! I HAVE BEEN WITH YOU FROM THE BEGINNING! You weren't popular, you barely did much, you posted about your depression and you were always sad... But then, you posted your FIRST artwork! And- then... BOOM! It got better, and better and better AND BETTER until we are HERE! from 2.. to 500!!! IN 2 MONTHS! I'm so proud of you!!!! Anyway.. Can I eat Luke plz?
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The very obvious parallel between Feysand and Rowelin getting married behind the scenes, to serve as a shock moment for readers and characters both (AND one of them keeping the bond a secret for the benefit of the other mate!!) convinces me that every other Elorcan parallel is not only intentional but hinting at possible storylines for ACOTAR.