#does this deserve being posted? not really

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────── ⋆⋅☆ DAD!DEAN HEADCANONS

⭑.ᐟso.. Dean as a dad? Wanted to post something cute before I start my new job tomorrow in case I can’t post as much this week🤭 please interact and send requests if u have any<3

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⭑.ᐟ dean’s never valued sleep much until he became a dad. The nightmares aren’t gone-not really. But now he actually enjoys sleeping. The nightmares don’t matter so much knowing what he’ll wake up to. Joy, happiness, safety and love. So much of it.

⭑.ᐟhe’s never craved your touch as much as he does now. He doesn’t know why- or when the switch happened exactly but seeing you as a mom is the hottest thing he’s ever witnessed. The way you’re with the baby, the way you’re with him. You’re more grounded, happier, you actually glow and he’s obsessed. He won’t go one day without touching you in some type of way, sexually or not. He just needs to touch you.

⭑.ᐟuntil you came along, but mostly since the little one’s arrived, Dean didn’t think he deserved happiness, or safety. He thought he’d never get away from that life that reeked of danger, old motel rooms, or even the bunker. But now? He cherishes it with everything he has. He’s never been more grateful, and now he knows he actually deserves it. He knows he got out and he’ll never step a foot back in it because he has two people to protect now.

⭑.ᐟhe’s worried 24/7 though. Whenever the baby cries, which thankfully isn’t that much because it’s a great baby- he worries. Every cry, every whimper or sound that doesn’t feel right- he’s right by the baby’s side, examining it. You tell him to stop worrying so much. You tell him that your baby will be okay because it has him to protect both you and him/her.

⭑.ᐟhe starts chilling a bit more as your kid grows older. And oh my god your genes didn’t even try. It’s just Dean. The way he/she talks, walks, the music taste, movie taste. It’s all him. You’re okay with that though, because you couldn’t love Dean more- and now you basically have another one.

⭑.ᐟI think he’s such a girl dad. He obviously would LOVE a son, but a daughter? Yeah he’s so incredible. He’s even more protective with her, and he worries too much, but he knows she’ll be alright because she has both you and him.

⭑.ᐟfor you, dean’s never been hotter. The way he holds himself now, the way he smiles- genuinely and not like he feels that he has to. The way his laugh sounds even better now, because he actually does enjoy laughing now, he doesn’t have any of that weight holding him down anymore. He’s free, lighter, happier.

⭑.ᐟhe fully cries sometimes because he can’t believe how lucky he is. You could be feeding the baby breakfast and he’d have a full mental breakdown over it because he’s just so happy and he can’t believe any of it is real. Like it’s a dream he’s gonna wake up from and he’ll be back in the bunker chasing demons and shadows.

⭑.ᐟhe loves late night stories, where you both lay in bed with your kid,taking turns telling the story to him/her. It’s fun, and you’re all together, silence surrounds you, it’s freeing, and it’s just so beautiful.

⭑.ᐟhe swears he didn’t know he had so much love in him. The way he loves you- the way he loves this kid- his heart could burst it’s so crazy to him. Like his heart is full of love and he never thought that’d be possible.

⭑.ᐟhe doesn’t mind being vulnerable anymore. When he needs to talk, to say something, to let everything out, you let him. You let him cry, you let him lash out, you let him talk. You know a part of him misses it, mostly because he feels guilty that he can’t help people anymore and because he was conditioned to feel that way by his father. You try telling him that he never belonged in that life in the first place because his father had no business training and raising him as a soldier. He should’ve been a normal kid/teenager. And then he promises himself to never give that life to his child. To be there through everything. To accept them no matter what they choose to do with their life. To be the father John never was to him.

⭑.ᐟhe still has a bad habit of self destructing though. Not often- but sometimes he’ll wake up and hate what he wakes up to because he doesn’t understand why him. Why he deserves this- it’s like an impostor syndrome. He feels like a monster, his demons still follow him although he tries to swallow them down for you. You’re not stupid though. You see it- you try to help. You know that whatever you do it’ll happen again, one day every couple of months where it’ll be bad- but all the other days are so wonderful you figure he needs that one day where he hates everything and everyone- including himself.

⭑.ᐟthe day you give birth…. Dean’s never cried like that. He hates seeing you hurt- no matter what it is. But the moment he lays eyes on your baby, on you cradling him/her, his life doesn’t matter so much anymore. He’ll give that kid the best chance as a great life because he never had that. And god help him If he dares repeating the cycle.

⭑.ᐟhe’ll never dare going one single day without telling you he loves you. Without thanking you for giving him the most incredible kid, and for being his rock. He holds you, he loves you so strongly. He always has- but it’s different now because you’re not the only one he loves.

⭑.ᐟlastly… yes the sex has always been mind blowing, it’s Dean Winchester dammit. BUT! He worships you even more now. The way he’s obsessed with your body, with touching you everywhere. It’s just so crazy. You’re obsessed with each other and the sex has never been this good.

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“Time casts a spell on you but you won’t forget me”

Summary: He thought breaking things off would set you both free. Now, months later, you’re still right there—quiet, distant, unforgettable. And Spencer Reid is starting to realize: You didn’t leave. You just became a haunting.

warnings: Angst, Post-Breakup, reader haunting spencer, spencer not being able to move on

(Inspired by: “Silver Springs” by Fleetwood Mac (Live 1997))

A/N: i wrote this on a whim and i dare say this is a personal favorite this will be part of a “series” if i can call it that it will basically be around 5 fics inspired by “Silver Springs” they will all be different plots but will surround itself around the song!

He didn’t plan on breaking up with you. Not really.

But he did. He said it quietly, the way he does most things. A soft, apologetic kind of detachment. The kind that makes you feel crazy for crying even as your heart splits clean down the middle.

And now, three months later, you still have to look at him across conference tables and crime scenes.

It never really ends, does it?

⸻

Spencer sees you before you see him that morning.

You’re leaning against the SUV, arms crossed, wind tugging at your coat. You’re laughing at something Morgan said, that tilted, crinkled laugh he used to think of as sunlight made sound.

It still catches in his chest like shrapnel.

You turn, catching his eye. Your smile falters—just a breath—but then you give him a nod. Professional. Cool. Like nothing ever happened.

That’s the worst part. You’re so good at pretending.

He used to know everything about you. How you liked your coffee, what music made you cry, the way you read through case files with a pen between your teeth. He knew your dreams, the big ones and the ridiculous ones. He even knew how you looked in his bed, tangled in sheets, whispering facts back at him when he couldn’t sleep.

Now you’re just… someone he works with.

But God—he can’t not hear you. Even in silence.

⸻

You’re quieter now.

Not cold, exactly. Just… distant. Your edges used to be sharp and playful, all teeth and fire, but now you’re smoothed down to something clinical. Whatever’s left of your fire gets poured into cases. Into victims. Into anything but him.

Still, he sees it. The flickers.

Like today, when a suspect calls you girl and you crack back with, “That’s Agent to you.” Hotch doesn’t blink. Morgan smirks. But Spencer—it twists something in him.

You don’t laugh with him anymore.

You don’t say Spence like you used to. Like you meant it.

And he doesn’t deserve it. He knows that.

⸻

The thing is, Spencer didn’t end it because he stopped loving you.

He ended it because he thought he had to.

He told himself it was better for both of you. Safer. That if he could just carve the feeling out, bury it deep enough, maybe you’d move on. Be happy. Be free of the weight of loving someone like him.

But he couldn’t carve it out. And you didn’t move on.

Not really.

You just got quieter.

And he got haunted.

⸻

It happens late one night, in the quiet hum of hotel walls and unsaid things.

You’re in the hallway outside your rooms, both unable to sleep. A case that’s cut too close to the bone.

“I keep thinking she looked like me,” you say, arms wrapped around yourself. “The victim.”

Spencer shakes his head. “She didn’t.”

“Still,” you murmur, eyes distant. “She loved someone who didn’t love her back. Or maybe he just didn’t know how.”

He swallows hard. “Don’t.”

You turn to him, and for the first time in weeks, you’re looking at him. Not the version that smiles politely at briefings. The real you. The one he kissed under the fluorescent light of the BAU break room. The one who used to whisper “I love you” like a dare.

“I would’ve followed you anywhere, Spencer.” Your voice cracks. “And all you ever did was run.”

He can’t breathe.

You don’t wait for him to respond. Just walk away, your footsteps soft and final.

But he hears your voice for the rest of the night.

He always does.

⸻

You start singing to yourself sometimes.

Low, under your breath. When you think no one can hear.

Soft, haunting lines. Familiar melodies. Just fragments.

Time casts a spell on you / but you won’t forget me…

It’s like a ghost trailing through the office. Like the sound of what he threw away.

He doesn’t think you’re doing it to hurt him. But it does hurt. Bone-deep.

Because even though he tries—God, he tries—to focus on case files and logic and coffee and everything else that isn’t you, you’re everywhere.

You’re in the way the air shifts when you walk into the room.

In the way your chair creaks when you lean back.

In the sound of your voice across the comms line, snapping orders, steady as hell.

And it’s killing him.

Because he knows—he knows—he could have loved you. Did love you.

But he didn’t let himself.

And now you’re out of reach, made of anger and silence and a voice he can’t escape.

⸻

You get hurt on a case.

Not badly. Just a scrape and a scare.

But Spencer can’t breathe when he sees the blood.

He kneels beside you, fingers trembling. “You okay?”

You nod, dazed. “Yeah. Just a graze.”

Your voice is too calm. Like you’ve decided pain doesn’t touch you anymore.

He wants to scream. To shake you. To tell you he’s sorry. That he was wrong.

But you just look at him, your eyes unreadable.

“Don’t worry, Dr. Reid,” you say. “I’ll live.”

It sounds like a curse.

⸻

He dreams of you, sometimes.

Not the real you. The before you. The version that would curl up beside him and talk about constellations and old jazz records. The you that whispered stay in the dark.

In the dreams, you sing to him.

I’ll follow you down / ’til the sound of my voice will haunt you…

And it does.

God, it does.

He wonders if this is what you wanted. If you knew what you were doing—leaving pieces of yourself behind in every corner of his world.

But then he remembers your voice in the hallway. The crack in it.

And he knows you never wanted to haunt him.

You just wanted to be loved.

⸻

One night, after another case, you’re packing up files alone.

He walks past your desk, hesitates.

“You said once,” he begins, voice barely above a whisper, “that I wouldn’t forget you.”

You don’t look up.

“I haven’t,” he says.

You close the file slowly. “Good.”

Silence.

“I know I could have loved you,” he says. “I did love you.”

You finally meet his eyes.

“But you wouldn’t let yourself,” you reply. “That’s the part that hurts.”

He flinches. “I was scared.”

“I was, too,” you whisper. “But I stayed.”

And then you’re walking away, heels echoing down the hall like a heartbeat he’ll never quite catch up to.

⸻

Somewhere, in the quiet, your voice sings:

You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you.

And Spencer Reid believes it.

Because he never will.

[starkwlkr]

7 with lance 👀 perhaps

an: thank you for the request!! here’s some angst 😛

jen’s marvel series

“If he was wrong about you then he was wrong about me”

You slammed your helmet down on the workbench in the garage, the echo sharp against the metal walls. Another race weekend, another radio call where your strategy got ignored in favor of his.

Lance.

You could still hear your father’s voice, calm and condescending in the post-race debrief: “Let’s not turn this into something personal. Lance made the right call. You need to trust the team’s decisions.”

But it wasn’t the team’s decisions—it was his.

And it always seemed to favor Lance.

You didn’t notice Lance had followed you into the back of the motorhome until he spoke.

“You think I asked for that?” His tone wasn’t defensive—just tired.

You turned to him, anger simmering. “Does it even matter? You get the better strategy. You get the benefit of the doubt. You get him.”

Lance blinked. “Your dad?”

You nodded, swallowing the lump rising in your throat. “Yeah. My dad. The one who’s supposed to treat us like equals. But I guess that was never going to happen.”

“You think I’m just coasting through this because of him?”

“I don’t know,” you said, voice low. “But sometimes it feels like I have to work twice as hard just to be seen. And all you have to do is show up.”

Lance’s jaw tensed. He stepped closer, eyes searching yours like he was trying to decide how much to say.

“I didn’t ask to be your dad’s favorite,” he said quietly. “I know how it looks. But I don’t get special treatment because he thinks I’m better. I think he just . . . doesn’t know how to love you without trying to manage you.”

You looked away, stung.

“And if he was wrong about you,” Lance added, voice tightening, “then he was wrong about me, too.”

You froze, turning to face him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’ve spent years thinking I only got this seat because of my last name. That maybe I didn’t deserve to be here. But you—” His voice broke slightly. “You’re the best driver I’ve ever seen. You’re ruthless. Sharp. You’ve made me want to be better just by being next to you. And if he can’t see that, then maybe he never really saw me either.”

Your breath caught. The silence between you shifted, heavier now—but not with resentment. With understanding.

“I never wanted this to be a war,” you admitted. “I just wanted to earn what was mine. Not because of him. And not by stepping over you.”

Lance gave a small, broken smile. “Then maybe it’s time we stop fighting each other.“

For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel like you were on opposite sides.

You just felt . . . seen.

[taddymason]

did you notice for most of this season, that while yes personality wise he's basically back to s1 they really just demonstrated how he's already done all his true potential stuff from that season but did it off screen with very different conclusions drawn by Jay.

Instead of being who he truely is instead of someone he's not because he grows confidence in himself and that he doesn't need to change for those around him, he does it because he is tired.

He's tired of trying to pretend to be who he's not, to fit a preconception of him to someone he's not even sure knew him before he lost his memory. He made an effort at the administration but in the end ran away when he found out "the truth" from Ras. He tried to be a good student for Ras and be the best like all the other wolf clan students, but instead he was just treated with disappointment when he failed his one task. He had to fight someone who "loved", but that can't be because Ras told him that the ninja would lie like that. Anyway he has no idea how to be that person if he did believe it.

until one day he said screw it and went into buisness for himself and tried to replace whoever 'Jay Walker' was cause that isn't him. He doesn't need to be what others want him to, not because he is perfect the way he is, but because he is now is just all he knows. even if that is just a shell of a former person he'll never understand because he can never be sure who is lying or not.

So while he definitely didn't reach his true potential he still ended up in the same place as he would in the end of the classic series (S1&2).

hope this makes sense.

You're so right, anon, and I actually realized the same thing. Something I find very curious about Jay in DR and wanted to write a post about it is his confidence. We know Jay is very good at masking things, and I have no doubt there are definitely a few insecure deep down, but above all, Jay seems… much more confident in himself this season? And I think it's interesting to see why and how it relates to his potential.

He doesn't get discouraged in his mission to capture Ras no matter how many times he fails. He doesn't lose confidence no matter how many times the ninjas doubt him, and he keeps going as if nothing happened. When he says he only trusts himself now, he really means it; throughout S3, it's shown that Jay has confidence in his skills and the things he can do because he can only count on himself. No one is going to save him, from his perspective, no one is going to come for him, and he's tired of pretending to be someone else and hoping that will happen.

Jay has given up on trying to change for someone else. But it's not because someone has assured him that he'll be loved just the way he is, but because he truly believes he doesn't deserve that love anyway. Jay isn't putting on masks anymore, but it's because he no longer has anyone to put them on for. You could say it's a flawed extreme because now it implies that he too has no reason to improve as a person, and that's true.

Unlike S1, this realization isn't because he has people who will be there for him DESPITE his flaws. Yes, Jay may have a lot more self-confidence than before, but it's a confidence born of necessity because if he can't be there for himself, no one else will.

So I really hope we get a "It's okay if you don't get your memories back or aren't the person you were before" because that's what Jay needs right now. He needs that validation to start improving as a person.

[atzinwonderland]

req for ateez headcanons where they like a girl but she’s tall and has broad shoulders so basically she’s gotten used to being treated as a guy even though she tries to be very feminine. so basically she thinks he’s trying to prank her bc she doesn’t believe he’s actually attracted to her. thxxx

I've decided to divide it into two parts, so I'll post the maknae line soon as well. I hope you enjoy it!

Ateez when they like a more masculine girl (headcanon) Hyung line

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fluff, angst | ateez x fem!reader | tw-body insecurity

Hongjoong

"Wow...", that was all he could think, ever since the moment you entered his studio.

The beautiful flowy dress you were wearing and how it framed your shoulders, your beautiful long hair that you had tucked behind your ears... he loved all of it.

"Are you going to stop staring? I already know I look weird", was your reaction to his hypnotized gaze.

Instead of taking his stare as a compliment, you felt embarrassed. Why did you put on this stupid dress in the first place?

Your whole life, you've struggled to fit in. Mainly with the girls. Your figure always made people see you as one of the guys. At some stage, you stopped trying to fight it and just accepted the situation. That was until you ended up working with Hongjoong.

Before you knew it, you'd already fallen for him. That gave you new found motivation to try and escape the mold in which society had placed you.

Hongjoong had noticed that. He's the kind of person that notices people's effort especially when it comes to expressing oneself freely. For him, there's nothing more attractive than that.

That's why when you slowly started to express yourself more and he was able to finally catch a glimpse of the authentic you, that is when he really fell for you.

Today was the climax of it all. You'd decided to risk it and wear the dress that you'd been hiding in your closet. A dress that you'd dreamed to wear for a long time and finally found the confidence to, after getting inspired by Hongjoong.

That's what led you to be standing in front of him, as he admired you.

... "Did you say weird?", he questioned with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yes, I'll actually just go and take it off", you exclaimed disappointingly, but before you could leave, Hongjoong grabbed a hold of your hand.

"No, you won't. The dress is your style, right?"

"Yeah, it is"

"It's also your favourite colour..."

"Yes, Joong, but—"

"There's no but. You look gorgeous in it and the dress looks like it was made for you", he said with a soft voice, as he stood in front of you, still holding on to your hands.

"Yeah, right. Joong you don't have to lie to me, just because I've become one of your bros"

"Bros? Who said we're bros?! I think you're still not getting my hints"

"What hints are you talking about?"

"Okay, listen, hopefully this time you'll get it. I really like you, and I mean really. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and most importantly, you fight to be yourself every single day. That is the one thing I admire the most about you", he confessed and you still didn't want to believe it, but his words had definitely touched your heart and you were on the verge of tears.

"But how could you possibly like someone that looks like this? I mean, I literally look—"

"Beautiful, that is how you look. Nothing less than that", he got on his tiptoes and closed the distance between the two of you.

After that, you couldn't deny it anymore. You finally allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe... you are beautiful.

"So, what does that mean?"

"Well, only one thing comes to my mind...will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?", Hongjoong asked with a soft smirk, watching as your eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room.

"Are you kidding me?! Of course! You have no idea how happy I am right now, thank you"

"I'm glad you're happy, pretty. You deserve it", he said, as he gently caressed your cheek.

Seonghwa

You've been invisible your whole life. No friend group, no parties, just kind of there. Every now and then, guys would talk to you, but never like they talked to other girls. To them, you were "one of the guys", mostly because of your build. So it's safe to say, you were never the center of attention.

That's why, it was only right that you started working behind the camera. It kept you in your comfort zone. That is also how, you ended up working as part of Ateez's camera crew.

After working behind the scenes and having the chance to quietly observe each member, one in particular grabbed your attention: Seonghwa. He captured your eye with his kindness and gentle manners towards everyone around him, and that's besides his ethereal beauty of course.

You were glad he hadn't noticed you, otherwise, you would feel embarrassed by the thoughts creeping into your mind at times. Things were better off this way.

Little did you know, for the first time in your life, you weren't left unnoticed.

Seonghwa had been mesmerised by your beauty since day one. He patiently observed you, noticing the way you would always isolate yourself during breaks, how you would have your hood up most of the time even indoors. That said, he also noticed how you would take care of the people around you without saying a word. It was something the two of you quietly shared.

He had no idea how to approach you because you were so distant, but on one cold winter day, he finally saw an opportunity.

The idea was to film a video for Ateez's Youtube channel in the snow, but after leaving your house in a hurry, you forgot to bring a warm jacket.

It wasn't the first time that you'd forgotten your jacket, so you didn't think much of it at first.

After filming outside for a while though, you were starting to feel the consequences. How could you forget your jacket on the day you needed it the most?

Seonghwa had noticed your shivering figure a while ago, it pained him on the inside and not being able to help made it worse.

That's why, the moment that break was announced, he headed straight your way.

Focused on your camera, trying not to think about the fact that your body was freezing, all of a sudden, you felt a wave of warmth cover the top part of your body. When you turned your head in confusion, you found Seonghwa standing beside you, trying his best to carefully drape his jacket over your shoulders.

"Oh, thank you, but I'm okay. It won't fit me anyways...", you said awkwardly, hardly able to breathe, but your reaction didn't make him leave.

"It fits fine, see", he said, as he gently patted your shoulder, showing you that the jacket sits perfectly on you, "Don't worry about it, you'll be needing it more than me anyways"

A slight blush coloured your cheeks at his kind gesture and that made him smile.

Instead of him leaving like you expected, he stayed and leaned closer to the camera that you were working with, curiously analysing it.

"I don't understand, how can such a beautiful and caring person like you stay so well hidden?"

"I think that's how it's meant to be. I've always been invisible", you confessed in a low tone, staring at the ground. Seonghwa turned to look at you, and seeing you in this state really concerned him.

"But you aren't. You aren't invisible and you shouldn't be. I've actually known who you, are ever since the first day we started working together and believe me when I tell you, everyone that I've spoken to knows about you by now"

"Wait you know who I am? And what do you mean others know about me? How?", you asked, shock written all over your face.

"They know because I've been talking about you so much. I really like you and I would love to get to know you, if you give me a chance", he said and it felt like time was on pause.

"I'm not sure if this is some kind of joke, but I don't think I'm someone worth getting to know...", at your words Seonghwa gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, now getting quite close to you.

"You're more than worth it, y/n.", were his last words before he pulled you into a passionate kiss, sealing the connection between the two of you.

"Wait, how do you know my name?"

"I have my ways...", he responded and you giggled, making him the happiest man.

Yunho

Every week, being the person he is, Yunho would visit the dog shelter near his dorm.

He enjoyed spending time there, even though he wasn't allowed to get a dog.

Another reason for his frequent visits, was you. You’d recently started working there and since the first day he saw you, he made it a priority to get to know you.

The two of you became close quite quickly. Soon enough, you started spending more time together and not only at the shelter.

Yunho had it quite clear of how he saw you and he definitely didn’t want to be just your friend.

You on the other hand, had no idea he saw you that way. How could you?

Throughout your life, you were only ever accepted as one of the guys and it has gotten to a point where now, you can’t imagine any guy seeing you as a potential love interest. Even when you’ve tried your best to put makeup on and dress cute, no one had ever shown any interest.

Today, Yunho had invited you to play video games at his dorm as usual and obviously you agreed.

While he set up everything, you decided to go to the kitchen and prepare some snacks, one of them being popcorn.

You opened one of the cabinets to grab a bowl but you realised that, even for you, it was too high to reach. You decided to try anyway, so you stood on your tiptoes and reached for a bowl. Surprisingly, you were able to grab a hold of it, but you hadn’t thought of its weight until it was too late.

Yunho immediately jumped from his seat, at the loud smashing sound that came from the kitchen. Knowing you were there, made his heart jump out of his chest.

“Y/n?! Please, tell me you’re okay”, he said, turning the corner before walking into the kitchen.

“I’m okay, but your bowl broke…”, you said, though it felt like only the first part of your response registered with him.

He walked over and stood in front of you, observing your body thoroughly to make sure you weren’t hurt. He gently held onto your hands and you could clearly see how worried he was.

“Are you sure you didn’t get hurt?”

“I’m fine, I just feel bad because I broke your bowl”

“That’s not important at all. I’m just glad you’re okay. Why didn’t you ask for help, though? You could’ve hurt yourself”

“Well, I’m really tall so I should’ve been able to get it myself. That’s supposed to be the only perk of having a body like mine”, you said and your words really shocked Yunho. He had no idea you saw yourself that way.

“You don’t possibly think that way of your body, do you?”

“Yunho, it’s okay. We don’t have to talk about that…”, you responded awkwardly while he still stared at you, his face laced with concern and care.

“I can’t force you to tell me anything, but I want you to know that what you said is not true. Your body is amazing, you are amazing…please don’t put yourself down like that”, he reassured.

“Okay, enough joking for today, let’s—”

“No, y/n. I’m being serious…okay, that’s not how I imagined it would go, but I can’t hide it anymore—I like you”, his confession made you freeze.

There was no way he was being serious.

“Huh? Yunho, you’re really confusing me. I already know you like me as a friend”

“As more than a friend. I’ve had a crush on you, ever since I saw you play with the puppies at the shelter. I thought to myself, how can someone look so cute”

“You mean the puppies were cute”, you said, and he giggled.

“No, you’re the one that I was looking at, silly”

At this stage you were fully blushing. Yunho had left you completely speechless.

“Are you okay?”, he asked as he cupped your cheek.

“Yeah, sorry. I just can’t believe it…I’ve liked you ever since that day as well, but I just thought you saw me as a bro”

“As a bro? Are you kidding me? I’ve always felt so attracted to you, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed”

“Well, we’ve pretty much only played video games so…”

“Don’t worry, from now on you’ll never think that ever again…although, can we still go and play?”, Yunho asked with his puppy eyes. His words made you smile and you just couldn’t say no to him.

Sensing what your answer was, he pressed a kiss to your cheek before erupting into the sweetest giggle.

He then gently held onto your hand, as he led you towards his bedroom where you would game together all night.

Yeosang

You and Yeosang had known each other for a long time. The two of you were childhood friends, and somehow, you had kept in touch all these years.

It really surprised you that Yeosang didn’t forget about you after reaching fame, but it also made you happy.

Today he was invited to participate as a model in a magazine photoshoot. Somehow, the photoshoot ended up being for the magazine that you worked for as an assistant.

Neither of you had any idea that you were going to be working together, so when Yeosang entered the photo studio and saw you working on the set of the shoot—he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Yes, you had texted and called often, but you hadn’t seen each other in years.

He used to remember you as this really shy, sweet girl that never really dressed like other girls—but he liked that. You were different, and that intrigued him. That’s when he developed a crush on you, but being shy himself didn’t help his case. He never got the chance to confess to you.

Seeing you now, felt like going back in time. All of his feelings suddenly resurfaced, the only difference was that now he was more confident and couldn’t wait to talk to you.

In his excitement to walk over to you, he missed a step and fell hard on the ground.

The loud thud grabbed your attention, you turned around and couldn’t believe your eyes. How could he be so handsome and your friend?…Wait, what was he doing on the ground?! You finally came back to yourself and realised that he was in pain on the ground.

“Yeosang!” you shouted with concern as you ran up to him.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I think I twisted my ankle”

“Can someone bring ice, please? There is some in the fridge over there”, you explained, as you helped Yeosang get up so he could sit at a chair that you pulled for him.

“Thank you for helping me, y/n”

“Of course, I’m just worried that your ankle might be broken”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t be able to talk right now if it was really serious”, he reassured you and it made you feel relieved.

Your concern showed him, that you hadn’t changed one bit. You were still that sweet person that paid more attention to everyone else but themself.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we’re worried since we can only do the photoshoot today and if it’s not Yeosang we don’t have anyone else to do it”, one of the staff members expressed.

“Well, I actually know a person that can help with that”, Yeosang said proudly.

“Really? That would be amazing! Who is it?”

“Y/n”, he blurted confidently.

“What?! Yeosang, there’s no way I can do this”

“Of course you can”

“We’re not sure if y/n, is the right person for this”

“Why, not? I don’t see any reason she can’t do it”

“Well, her build isn’t exactly—”, the staff member began, but Yeosang wasn’t having it.

“Stop right there, there’s nothing wrong with her “build”. Second of all, she’s more of a model than I am, I mean she literally works here every day and I am just an artist that got invited, so listen to me and let her do it”

Defeated by his defence, the staff member had nothing more to argue about, “Okay then, we’ll get some outfits ready and then we’ll begin”

You couldn’t believe that he had just defended you like that. No one had ever stood up for you before, but it felt good that it came from him since you’ve basically liked him your whole life. You just wished that he saw you as more than a friend.

After the staff left, you and Yeosang decided to catch up for a while.

Not long after, you were asked to try on the outfits to see how they fit.

“Yeosang?”

“Yes”

“Can you stay and help me?”

“Of course I can. Now go and try the outfits,” he ushered you with a proud look on his face.

After trying the first one, you weren’t sure. To you, it just seemed like your body looked awful in these very girly clothes, which you did love—but not on you.

You still decided to get his opinion, so you left the dressing room and walked up to the couch where he was resting.

When he saw you, he was in complete awe. In his eyes, you looked like an angel.

“It looks awful, doesn’t it?” you said as you pulled at the fabric of the dress.

“In my humble opinion, you look like a goddess,” he commented, and without even trying to hide it, he checked you out—head to toe.

“Yeah, right. If anything, I look like a girl that doesn’t know how to dress her body”

“Hey, that’s not true. I’m hurt that you’re not taking my opinion seriously. You know what, come sit here with me for a second”, he suggested and you defeatedly followed his instructions.

“I want you to trust me when I say this—you literally look like an angel. Your beautiful shoulders and the way this dress hugs them, the way it also wraps around your waist—it’s just perfect, you’re perfect. I mean, uhm…”, Yeosang unexpectedly confessed and seeing how nervous he became, really surprised you. Did he just confess that he likes you?

“Wow, thank you, Yeosang. Coming from such an amazing person like you, it really means a lot. I might embarrass myself by asking this, but is it possible that you kind of confessed to me?”, your straight forward question caught him by surprise. Now the two of you were blushing and avoiding eye contact.

“I can’t hide it any longer, can I?”, he asked, and you giggled, “Yes, I kind of did. I had a more spectacular plan in mind—but I guess that’ll work as well. I’m so happy that I finally have the chance to tell you how much I like you. Not only are you gorgeous, but also smart and really sweet”

“Aww, that is so sweet. I would’ve never thought that a person like you could like a person like me—but I feel the same way and I’ve felt that way for a long time”, you confessed, and that brought a smile to his face.

“In that case, let me show you how much I like you. Can I take you out on a date?”, Yeosang asked nervously.

“I would love that, Yeo”, you responded with the biggest smile on your face, which made him feel relieved.

The staff called you over, but before you could stand up, Yeosang pulled you into a warm hug.

“You can do it, I believe in you”, he said softly before you were forced to go and do the photoshoot.

[thehauntedetheral]

Dear Diary,

Today I was at church sitting on a bench at the back open area in church premises. The snow was falling down looking like small white freckles. A man was removing the snow from ground while other visitors were walking talking around with their companions they brought along. Kids playing around with the snow. It felt peaceful. I observed all this happening in the huge background with the ancient church standing tall and snow falling on ground.

A chilly wind blew which made me tighten my jacket around my body when I saw a young lady running gracefully towards church amidst the snow fall. She was wearing a huge white dress with a bright red jacket covering her shoulder and arms. It was a big flowy dress as she was grabbing the mid parts of her dress in both hand while running. Her long lustrous hairs blowing in the harsh chilly wind while her cheeks were pinkish red from the harsh cold. Her big doe eyes only looking at the ancient church building. She was running but it felt like the wind and snow were carrying her. Like She was an elemental goddess and the wind and snow helping her to run in that giant dress.

She looked like a beautiful poetic scene with her hair blowing beautifully, her huge white dress flowing against the ground while the remaining she is carrying in her hands. Huge doe eyes, looking forward. A bright red jacket adorning her shoulder. She hypnotized me without even knowing.

She..... she just took my breath away with her. I don't know why she was running, or why she was running in a huge white dress, or why she was looking so impossibly beautiful or why her hairs were blowing so beautifully?

I just knew that she hypnotized me. It felt like I was watching something so pure, beautiful, ethereal that it felt like I don't deserve to watch her. But I can't take my eyes off her either. It felt like the snow didn't complement her but more like she made the ugly snow look like an angelic element which she was dusting around while running towards the church.

I don't know angels truly exist or not. But if anyone ever asked me have I seen one? I would say yes remembering her running towards the god while being adorned with snow freckles in her long hairs.

She looked like the beauty people would die for, kill for , will paint, write poetry, plays for.

When she went inside the church I came out from the state which I was into and asked myself if what happened was even true? It looked too breathtakingly beautiful to believe it happened right in front of my eyes.

After my haze faded I ran towards the church wanting to see the mysterious lady one more time but after entering the church she was no where to be found. I looked at every direction but she was no where.

I prayed to god to please let me see her one more time desperately and left the church. Was it my imagination? Am I going paranoid and imagining people now ? I questioned myself when the priest called me and asked "Does this belong to you?" He said while holding a bright red jacket. I said no and left smiling thinking atleast she is not an imagination.

I really wish I meet her one more time god.

Yan [ Diary entry - Sunday, 4.44 pm at church]

Author: I really wish someone look at me like the yan looked at the mysterious lady 😭. Do you guys want 2nd part? Let me know.

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[justicharge]

thought i wouldn't do this again, but i need to. let's talk about lando and mclaren.

I noticed the fact that lately, the first picture of every single post on social media is oscar and lando second. it hurts and bothers me so much that lando is being treated like a second driver or even like he isn't part of the team. even though it's difficult to talk about the topic of 1st and 2nd driver, if we ain't having that, not giving anyone special treatment, at least they should be treated equally.

the pic that they used on twitter and then posted on Instagram too of oscar actually covering lando even though there was another one where lando appeared it's ridiculous. how can you, as a TEAM, who needs to show support for both drivers to that to someone. honestly, I can't comprehend it.

I think that mclaren forgets who was there all along and made them get back to the top. remember how in 2022 daniel and lando where fighting for being on the top 15, not even the first positions nor the top 10. remember seeing them at 17 or 18 position and feeling so frustrated for them. then they kicked daniel out to replace him with oscar, and there was just lando there, still working for making that shit car work.

I now how much of a good driver oscar it's and he does deserve winning and to do good, but how they are treating lando after everything he has done for them is crazy.

every single time they fuck him up all I can think about is how grateful they should be. lando could have left them, went to other team, start fighting with a team that could really make him win or give him something better that them, but he stayed. he stayed loyal to them and kept working for having the car that they have today.

I'm tired of this situation and I'm not even lando. can't imagine how he must feel. even after a fucked up race he gets out of the car and has a smile on his face. tries to be calm and to have a good relationship with everyone, which shows how capable he is of separating on and off track things.

after each race, there are more and more hate comments towards lando, saying how he is weak, how he isn't as good as his teammate and even more bullshit. honestly, everyone can have their own opinion, I know that, but mclaren just don't seem to even care to put a stop to that forced hate towards lando.

he is so open about mental health and how he feels that is surprisingly nice but also makes me feel so bad. it's nice that he shares with everyone how he feels, shows he is a real human, but also worries me, like how can someone be treated so bad by people who doesn't know him and even people who DO know him. it's insane.

I know not everyone will agree to this, but wanted to share how I felt and my opinion.

[xtarmanderx]

I have been holding onto this for a while but @fairytalegonewronga03 made me this gorgeous edit for my ghost fic! Finally able to post it alongside a brand new chapter!

we met at the wrong time, fell at the right time, but you’re still out of reach and baby i’m tired of the pleas

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Buck ends up being out of commission for two days after the fight with Doug. It should really be three, but he’s somehow convinced his colleagues and friends that he’s doing better than he is. Besides, he tells himself that he owes it to Tommy to get back on his feet as soon as possible. He asks Athena not to tell anyone about Tommy until she does her own investigation, but his plans fizzle out quickly. Unfortunately, she doesn’t find anything new on the first day after she spends it retracing Tommy’s steps on the day of his disappearance. She calls Buck between his periods of rest, having him question Tommy so answers can be relayed, but Tommy still doesn’t remember anything. Buck’s not sure he ever will.

It’s strange at first, having a ghost shadowing his every move. He can tell that Tommy’s unhappy with the arrangement, like he’s some kind of burden on Buck. Buck doesn’t know how to tell him how grateful he is for the company. Hen and Karen immediately took Maddie in under their wing, gently guiding her toward therapy and thinking about next steps in her life. In the last twelve hours, she’s applied for two dozen jobs and has already been invited in for an emergency dispatcher interview. Buck’s proud to say he doesn’t mention his ex-girlfriend who worked at dispatch and broke his heart. Maddie is being taken care of and that’s the most important thing to him, but he can’t help the small pang of loneliness that hits him. Tommy helps to soothe that small ache with his steady presence and ability to crack a joke in any situation.

On the morning of the third day, Buck finally caves into Athena’s gentle suggestion that they’ve waited long enough to tell people about Tommy. He deserves a funeral and to see that people care about him. So Buck showers, dresses with care, and walks into the living room. Hen is currently sitting on her couch with Tommy at the other end, the man shaking his head as she says something to him. Her brow pinches at once. “What…” Buck starts and licks his lips when the pair look at him. “What’s going on?”

“Hen’s trying to rule out what type of ghost I could be. Apparently I’m not a very impressive one.” Tommy tells him.

“I’m trying to determine what ghost Tommy could be classified as.” Hen says, frowning a little. “He can’t really move objects around or turn the lights off and on.”

“I tried my best.” Tommy says with a serious nod. Buck snorts, opening his mouth to tell Hen he’s already been through the books, when there’s a knock at the front door. “Guess it’s time to face my music.” Tommy says, gaze following Buck as he goes to open the door.

[egophiliac]

I loved your drawing(and I love your style in general) with Leia in your recent post! If/when you have time can we see more of her in your style? I get so happy whenever I actually see people mention/talk about her and she’s not just forgotten because we didn’t get to see much of her. 😭

thank you! 💙💙💙 Leia/Leah/Lea/whatever is fascinating to me. she is the ultimate unknown. what was she like? how involved (or even aware of any details of the invasion) was she? Silver's basically a physical carbon copy of his biodad, so what did he get from her? like, I understand why the two of them kind of have to stay as these super vague and mysterious figures -- the whole point of them is that their story ended 400+ years ago and they're not really relevant anymore (and. well. the more that gets explained about them, the less that can just kinda be handwaved as "oh the politics were Very Messy") (we can sit here and theorize all day but let us acknowledge that, ultimately, canon gave us almost nothing about them post-Meleanor and we'd just be making things up). I do still wonder about her though! RIP Lea, we never knew you and we probably never will.

actually you know what, as long as we're here, I think I WILL go ahead and just make some stuff up about what Silver might've inherited from her instead.

[restinpeacesensei]

i have drawn a birthday picture for akoya every year for the past 11 years! ;;w;; i imagine that every time i do, he gets a year older!

and now, it's canon!! the boueibu characters really are 10 years older! and akoya officially has a gorgeous dress!!! \>////</ congratulations!!! \TWT/

we would prefer not to pick favorites or receive comments about how the art has changed, but to think of every picture as a precious memory! ;;w;; do you remember them all? ;;o;;

akoya-chan!!! thank you so much for being with us for all of these years!! \;;/////;;/ ive loved you, ive found how to be myself through you, i know now that everything always ends up being okay. im so happy ive been able to share these years with you!! ;;~~~~;;

akoya, and all of you, thank you so much for all the beautiful memories!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY ANGEL!!! \>//////</ WE LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!! \;;W;;/💖💖💖

[penwrythe]

What's stopping the possibility of a ceasefire is pretty simple. Hamas is holding 239 Israeli civilians hostage including children and the elderly. What's happening in Palestine is a travesty and horrendous. But Israel can't initiate a ceasefire from the position they're in, so we need to be agitating for Hamas to release the hostages and call for a ceasefire instead.

NO GENOCIDE IS JUSTIFIABLE

HOW DOES THE KILLING OF INNOCENT PEOPLE ON THIS EXTREME LEVEL FORCE HAMAS TO RETURN HOSTAGES??

ISRAEL'S BOMBARDMENT AND INDISCRIMINATE SHOOTING IN GAZA THREATEN EVERYONE THERE INCLUDING DOCTORS JOURNALISTS CHILDREN ENTIRE FAMILIES AND THE HOSTAGES

EVERYONE IS TARGETED

YOU HAVE HOSPITALS BOMBED HOW ANY OF THIS IS JUSTIFIED

@sarroora @fairuzfan @palipunk @wearenotjustnumbers2

You know more about this than I do.

[charafansmile]

Something about toriel hating the monsters outside of the ruins in similar way to chara hating humanity. Not only does she isolate herself from them, but the ruins monsters are also pretty intimidated by her. if she never made that agreement with sans then im pretty sure there would have been no convincing her to let us leave. Like at all.

God even the queen toriel ending might suck for her just a bit. Imagine being put in charge of your people who betrayed you and are all willing to play niceys NOW after 6 of your kids died (in the name of 2 of them!) and they would've killed the 7th if they didn't befriend everyone! No wonder she got rid of the royal guard and told everyone to be nice and welcoming as far as she would be concerned that's what they should have been doing from the start. I imagine it's very awkward between her and undyne. I know she fires alphys in Canon, but I imagine they would have eventually started to get along and she could join the human fanclub with mettaton. But God it'd probably be so awkward. So so awkward. I really think she develops a great disdain for monster kind during her exile that she has to workout.

I know what she says here is popularly interpreted as the 'them' being asgore/ the royal guard. But it always felt like to me she was referring to monster kind as a whole. (That and if chara has similarities to toriel, it makes sense that toriel would have similarities to them...)

Exiled queen is even WORSE for her cause now that disdain is mutual and the little kid she tried to protect killed people and a war is inevitable at that point. At least with asgore in charge she had the solace that he would be too much of a coward to go through with it. At least she has sans (and sometimes papyrus) in those endings for support but I can't imagine she in any way in a better mental place than before.

[zhuletta]

Don’t ask me what rune Link’s using just know Zelda likes it

[callie-flower]

"proship dni" this, "comship dni" that, "neutral dni" unfortunately the people you don't like are still human and deserve comfort. my fucking god shut the hell up you're just as annoying as they are and protest WAY too much about it. go unlearn your purity morality shit

[yepmadness]

Yeah so. I gave into the urges. I’ve never felt the need to write fanfic. Ever. But here I am I guess.

I wrote this at midnight soooo, who knows how this is. Just wanted to write John thoughts because he’s my guy—so have this short little piece that I hope other people can enjoy too :)

Fic under the cut: 1.8k words.

The memory of Arthur’s silence will remain more prettifying than his agony, but that doesn’t mean that his pain … his terror as the light and awareness left his eyes—their eyes—is what John was hoping to hear.

He doesn’t know what he was hoping for. Relief? A gasping thank you? Pride in saving him? Would it be foolish to wish that the talisman fixed everything? That he would just be okay? Perhaps it is. He thinks it is. He was never going to have that. It would be unreasonable to think he would get any of that, but any joy of him living, of John fixing this, was ripped away when Arthur opened his mouth. All John wanted was a sound. A single noise, a response, any response to prove the talisman worked. He got that. He should be happy that he got that.

But he isn’t.

And Arthur is silent again.

And the world is dark—but not as dark as it could be.

John does not know what to consider if Arthur didn’t end up in the dark world … when he died. That place was the last thing he wanted for Arthur, and yet, it was always treated as a last resort. Of a sort. Between them, spoken only aloud by Arthur, so long ago now. A place they would end up together in—if they failed. It was not a future he ever wanted, but it was a possibility, even if it was one he despised the thought of. But now he knows that if Arthur dies he does not follow, instead he is left here to deal with the repercussions. To play the marker for lifeless remains, having to have witnessed, and experienced death without a choice. What if there is no place meant for them? Past all of this. He can’t exactly bury Arthur himself, if it came to it, he wouldn’t let him stay dead after all. Graves are a place of permanency, one they do not deserve, because they can be forgotten. Especially here. But John would never forget. He would never abandon him like that.

He would find a way, like today. They are stuck in this together. They both have to make their own path through this, together.

Except his body is no longer a weighted grave for them both, a tomb he would never dare leave, it is breathing. Arthur is alive—and so they are both alive, whatever that may entail. He is tentatively okay. Arthur, is okay. As okay as he can be, as they both can be. What matters is that he is alive—what matters now is keeping him alive.

John has almost lost Arthur more than once, twice, more than three times, and he wasn’t always there to fix it but he has tried to be. He often was. Every moment where Arthur falls, where he becomes immobile and lost to John, he feels himself succumb to a fragility accustomed to human bodies. Accustom to loss and fear. It’s horribly quiet without him. Even so, he saves him, he saves them both—because Arthur trusts him, and he trusts Arthur. He loves Arthur, and he is going to tell him that. He has to tell him that. Even if they both know it, to an extent. This can’t happen again without John making sure he knows it.

But this is never going to happen again.

Because Arthur died this time, and he almost lost everything. John felt the cold stone visage that he left in his absence. There was nothing here without Arthur, more so than just the lack of connection to their body, but the emptiness was staggering. He was alone. Completely and wholly alone in a space meant for two.

He hadn't felt terror like that since Arthur slit his throat before the King—but this was worse. They’ve grown … so much—and John wasn’t there to see the aftermath of his actions back then. This, he was aware of, in every aching moment of uncertainty. This could have been prevented, couldn’t it? They didn't need to go after the talisman, but they did, and John didn’t see her—not until it was too late. It was his words that made her kill him—an appeal made to the wrong person. Arthur wouldn’t have died if made the right decisions. But he always seems to make the wrong ones, no matter how hard he tries, that he and Arthur have in common.

But Arthur is alive again, so why does it still feel like he is grieving?

Arthur wouldn’t have gotten hurt, wouldn’t have died, if John wasn’t here. But John wouldn’t be here, who he is now, without Arthur. Perhaps that would be more demoralizing if Arthur hasn’t so vehemently stated that he doesn’t want to be rid of John, that they are in this together, until they both get what they want … no matter what that may be. Perhaps that is just happiness, in the end, no matter what it looks like. From one harrowing experience to the next, until they may finally rest. Arthur wants him here, in spite of all the pain it causes, and will continue to cause. Because Arthur is his friend, and more than that, but he is his friend.

Arthur might even be … pleased with his actions. That he has found himself, both with him, and all that he has learned for himself. That he knows who he is, in truth, after everything.

Even if he knows who he is now, who he wants to be, who he will always be—he knows he will want Arthur there too. Arthur who has been there for all his mistakes, his achievements, their joy and sorrow. Arthur deserved to be here for this too, but he wasn’t, and maybe that was the push he needed. He used to defend so much of himself to Arthur, expectation after expectation, misstep after misstep. But Arthur also gave him hope, the sanctity of trust, showed him love and sacrifice, and remained alongside him even when that trust was broken. Even if some mistakes can’t be forgiven … They let them rest. Arthur lets it rest, so they can move on, so they can grow.

Is it so wrong to become … whole without him there to witness it? Or is that how it was always meant to be. To be entirely his own, must he first be alone?

He hopes not, it is a terribly bleak thought, besides it can’t be. Not in every single world, even if Kayne said he … doesn’t change much. There must be some place where there is more joy to be held in his ownership of self. A better circumstance that does not lace his pride in one of their darkest moments. In his choosing of hope. In his choosing of Arthur. One that doesn’t extend off of a devastating fear, off of death. He doesn’t know if he would wish to change this, he would have—if Arthur was truly gone—but he isn’t, so he will just have to see how this plays out.

He is going to share everything he said—everything he did, with Arthur. Because he deserves to be a part of it. Because they do this, all of this, together. Because he wouldn’t be here without him. Because together they are whole of two, just like he said, just like he will say.

It’s not as if he will ever fit into the messy expectations of what it means to be human, per say, but he doesn’t need to. All he needs is to perceive himself as what he wants to be—and Arthur’s perception helps to, even if he doesn’t always meet that. Humanity will be whatever he wants it to be. However he defines it to be. A neutral point, in it all. For he is not a piece to be slotted away, but a piece to be shelved along the masses, every individual part given a space of its own, and it is a space he deserves. A space he had long since earned.

A space they both deserve, to play their own key.

Because Arthur is alive—and so is he, in every sense of the word.

He’d panicked, when Arthur lost consciousness again, for a second he thought he had lost him once more. John had been so ready to reach for the talisman for a second time—for he wasn’t going to allow Arthur to leave, not yet, not ever. But he was breathing, albeit raggedly, but he was. John was going to keep his promises, he had to. He was going to take care of this, of him, and they were both going to be okay. Just like the times before this, and everytime that may come after, because Arthur isn’t going to die.

They’re going to get their happy ending, despite what she said, one where Arthur does not end up as a corpse.

An ending where they both know want they want, what they deserve, who they are.

Moving Arthur to the witch’s bed was difficult, to say the least, without exasperating the wound and the subpar stitching ... even if it has improved. John won’t allow it to get any worse—and Yorrick keeps telling him it’s survivable, or that he is more likely to survive anyway. Even so, John periodically checks to make sure Arthur is still breathing, that his heart is still beating.

Arthur is alive. He will stay alive.

He should stop worrying, Yorrick keeps spouting that he is arguably fine. He should stop.

But the reality is that he can’t, and he doubts will for a long while to come.

He is intimately aware of every minuscule movement Arthur makes, of every second of awareness he gains, and he coaxes him back to the present through all of it. A melody of promises, of reaffirming how he feels, telling Arthur everything over and over and over. It doesn’t matter if he is aware of what he says, if he hears him at all, John will repeat his words for as long as they are needed.

John never lets him arrive to the dread of waking up alone, speaking as soon as he stirs and recognition strike, each and every time. They are never going to be alone again, severed or separated, and John tells him that. Because they are whole together.

And eventually, when Arthur finds his speech, a gentle—hoarse voice long since worn by constant yelling born from the suffering of the waking. He repeats back everything John has been telling him through the suffering of uncertainty, of recovery and knowing and fear.

Arthur moves, ever so slightly, before John can protest—and he brushes his hand, John’s hand. It is a little thing, but it is such a stark constant to the stillness he had before. After the pain of it all, this is a relief, a reprieve. Arthur is alive and John can tell he’s weakly smiling, even if that is not something he can see, when he speaks up for the first time in hours.

John isn’t surprised by what he hears, he already knew, after all. They’ve both said it before. But John it is nice to hear regardless, because together, they are whole. A comfort to both him and Arthur both. He does not want to live, to experience life as it was shown to him, without him. He wouldn’t have gotten here without him. Together they are whole. Both their own wills, colliding, and depending on each other. Made by each other.

Arthur is alive.

Arthur is alive and he breaks the one sided silence by saying, “I love you too.”

Perhaps that, for now, is enough.