i just wanna say thanks for this comment. I need a good cry from it
If it isn’t too much, can I ask a comfort dan heng (can be il or his human form) x gn!s/o (established relationship) where s/o had a past that has something to do with unintentionally hurting someone they cared about to the point that someone refuses to talk them and so they felt really guilty because they felt like no matter how hard they tried to be careful, they ended up being (unintentionally) selfish and hurting someone. They are trying to move on but it’s hard despite it being literal years since then.
Dan heng, who just listens, comforts and reassurance s/o to the point he tells them that it he loves them despite their flaws and s/o just burst into tears.
Sorry if I broke any rules ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ but thank you so much and take care of yourself TT
Even After All This Time
Summary: After years of carrying the weight of a past mistake that unintentionally hurt someone you cared about, you struggle to move on from the guilt and regret. With the comfort of your partner, Dan Heng, you confront your emotions and the pain you've been carrying. Through a quiet moment of reassurance and understanding, Dan Heng reminds you that love isn't about perfection but about accepting each other’s flaws. As tears fall, you find solace in his unwavering support, even as you continue to heal.
Tags: Dan Heng x GN!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Established Relationship, Healing, Self-Guilt, Emotional Reassurance, Slow Burn, Comforting, Mutual Support.
Warnings: Mentions of past guilt and emotional pain, Themes of self-blame, Crying, Emotional distress, Mild angst.
A/N: Sometimes, we just need to hear that we’re not alone in how we feel—that our struggles don’t make us unworthy, just human. If that message/comment resonated with you, let yourself feel it, let yourself cry if you need to. Healing isn’t always pretty, but you deserve kindness, from others and from yourself. You’re not just your mistakes; you’re the love, effort, and growth that come after them. And even if it doesn’t feel like it now, there are people who will see you, accept you, and care for you just as you are. And, don't worry! You're not breaking any rules. 🫂💚
The soft hum of the Astral Express filled the quiet cabin, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of rain against the window. You sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped tightly in your lap, your mind heavy with memories that refused to fade. Years had passed, and yet the weight of your past mistakes clung to you like a shadow. No matter how much you tried to move forward, it always felt like you were dragging a part of yourself behind—one stained with regret.
A presence settled beside you, quiet but steady. Dan Heng had been here the whole time, listening without interruption as you finally let the words spill out.
“I didn’t mean to hurt them,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I never wanted to be selfish, but that’s how it ended up. And now, after all these years, they still won’t talk to me.” You let out a bitter laugh. “I guess I deserve it.”
Dan Heng said nothing at first, but his presence alone was grounding. His warmth, his stillness—it was a silent reassurance that he was here, with you, even as you unraveled.
Finally, he spoke. “You don’t deserve to carry this alone.”
You turned your head slightly, catching the faint reflection of your expression in the rain-streaked window. “But I did it. No matter how much I regret it, I was the one who hurt them. I should’ve been better—”
“You’re already trying to be,” Dan Heng interrupted gently. “And that matters.”
His words were simple, but they cracked something deep within you. He shifted closer, resting his hand over yours. His touch was light, deliberate—as if to remind you that he was here, that he wasn’t leaving.
“You’re not defined by your mistakes,” he continued. “I know you. I know your heart. You care deeply, maybe too much. And the fact that this still weighs on you proves that. But you’ve punished yourself enough.”
You blinked, your vision growing blurry. “Then why does it still hurt?”
“Because you loved them. Because you’re human.” His thumb brushed against your knuckles, a quiet, soothing motion. “But love doesn’t mean perfection. It means trying, failing, and trying again. It means forgiveness—including forgiving yourself.”
A sharp breath hitched in your throat. His voice, usually so calm and measured, now held something raw, something unwavering.
“I love you,” he said, like it was the simplest truth in the universe. “Flaws and all.”
The dam broke.
You squeezed your eyes shut as a sob tore from your chest, the weight of years of guilt spilling out in choked gasps. Dan Heng didn’t pull away. He didn’t shush you or tell you to stop crying. He just held your hand, steady and patient, letting you fall apart in his presence without fear of judgment.
Minutes passed before your breathing steadied, your tears slowly easing. You felt exhausted, but lighter somehow—like some part of the burden had loosened, if only a little.
Dan Heng finally spoke again, voice barely above a whisper. “Even after all this time, I’m here. And I’ll keep being here, no matter how long it takes for you to believe it.”
You turned to him, eyes still shining with tears, and found him looking at you with nothing but quiet certainty.
You didn’t know if you’d ever fully heal from the past, but right now, with Dan Heng beside you, it felt just a little more possible.
Woke up suddenly to my heart pounding against my chest, and nausea. 😵💫 It scared me good, but this isn’t a complete random accordance. *sigh* Also….I’m most definitely not pregnant, if you were wondering. It’s most definitely to do with my hormones though. No doubt about it. It is all Phil & Mod’s fault!!!
Philomena & Modwenna, code names for my PMDD & my Perimenopause. 😭 I give myself full permission to hate them both! *sigh* But in a way, it’s like hating apart of myself though. Now I feel bad. Cause I don’t hate or dislike myself. Or maybe I do? Darn it!
These two life impacting health conditions have completely altered my life. It also greatly complicates my relationships, my social life and interactions. It 100% does not reflect the real me. I now have new exciting dreams and ambitions, but also my energy and endurance sees to be greatly dwindling. It feels so much out of my control. 💔
After waking up feeling terrible, I am proud that I didn’t panic and knew exactly how to care for myself. After a few pills, cuddles w/ my fur baby and a good burp; my heart rate is back to normal and nausea gone. I know; it is alot to deal with, but I must do it to overall function. I am glad that I am able to care for myself well enough. God continues to teach me to be a good stewart with my body. It’s part of truly loving myself despite its dramatic inner flaws.
Dear Lord, please continue to teach me how to better love myself. Which will also enrich my love for others. Thank you so much for choosing to love me first. To this day, I’m still not worthy of it, but that it what GRACE is. By your Son, who willing chose to take upon himself my deserved death sentence, which was already forged by my destined sins. He Made A Way! Thank you, Jesus. 🩷✝️
I promise I won’t give up! I refuse!!! I want to see our new dreams become real while I’m on this earth. God I know you’ll make a Way, especially when I cannot see a way. You’ve already done it countless times in my life. Which have only strengthened my faith and dependence on you. I love you, Sweet Jesus! AMEN
why do i feel so guilty all the goddamn time? if i do good i feel guilty because i did not do best, if i do bad i feel guilty for not doing good. if i do what i want i feel guilty for being myself, and if i dont i feel guilty for neglecting myself. i cant fucking breathe jesus christ absolve me of all i dont even know what i am doing wrong
India is, arguably, facing its deepest crisis in three decades, and except an occasional acronym or unmeaning phrase, can you remember one speech in recent times from this prime minister that seriously energised the nation, brought it together and, most importantly, laid out reasoning and content that showed a sense of vision? Speaking a lot is not the same thing as saying a lot. The deliberate and cumulatively evasive silences of this prime minister now far outweigh the silence of any other prime minister. The pat response to criticism is often that this prime minister has often been name-called; and is often subject to elite snobbery. There is truth in this complaint. But the overuse of this argument to create a self-serving protective shield itself displays the lack of leadership. For a prime minister of six years standing, with a historic mandate, with no real opposition, to constantly play victim is either a sign of a deep insecurity that is incompatible with leadership, or a play act that contemptuously believes that inducing a little dose of self guilt in his constituents is a good way to prevent them from asking tough questions. Don’t question the handling of the economy. Don’t question the strategic brilliance that has made India’s borders more secure.
Pratap Bhanu Mehta, 'India is heading into uncharted waters with no leadership at the helm, just the simulacra of one',
Often i'll feel like i'm not engaging with enough posts. Not responding to people's comments under my posts, not responding to reblogs, just not reblogging enough of other people's posts, etc. I know I have no obligation to do any of this stuff. Logically, I know that. But on the emotional level, my brain tries to guilt trip me into feeling miserable because of this lack of action. It's awful, but uncontrollable. I just seem way too good at shaming myself and making myself feel guilty over nothing. I don't really know what else I can say about this right now, but I just needed to vent about it while I could. Otherwise i'd end up just stuck here feeling sad and miserable with no way of articulating why. So i had to at least get all this off my chest.
Often i'll feel like i'm not engaging with enough posts. Not responding to people's comments under my posts, not responding to reblogs, just not reblogging enough of other people's posts, etc. I know I have no obligation to do any of this stuff. Logically, I know that. But on the emotional level, my brain tries to guilt trip me into feeling miserable because of this lack of action. It's awful, but uncontrollable. I just seem way too good at shaming myself and making myself feel guilty over nothing. I don't really know what else I can say about this right now, but I just needed to vent about it while I could. Otherwise i'd end up just stuck here feeling sad and miserable with no way of articulating why. So i had to at least get all this off my chest.
