#one of the few things keeping me sane rn

[cccotard]

dancin anzus 🎶🎶🎶

[chiricat]

we were moving without vision (your bangs are in your eyes PLEASE)

[ephxmerrxl]

I couldn’t resist making this

[rilgar]

It's hard rn for me. ... i guess. Trying not to think it's the loneliness....but maybe it is.

How i bend over backwards to help others, provide.... receive zero effort in return.

It's rough. Personal things happening rn too which... i hope don't turn bad. Idk.

I just wish someone could hold me rn. Tell me it's gonna be okay.

Instead of asking me for money. Asking me to do things... and then just waste my time.

It's rough. It's like I'm in no mood for anyone rn.

[foopdeloop]

thinking about how one of wanderers low HP voicelines is literally just him laughing

[thelov3lybookworm]

Hey. I love your work. I notice you write for shatter me and i got to say the amount of attention that booktok and i give to Aaron Warner, I thought there would be an explosion of fanfics. Unfortunately that's not the case. So i was hoping you could write something for me based on him.

So it goes like this. Reader has this guy friend and she is very very very close with him and they even have nicknames. Aaron is so annoyed by this and especially with kenji because he won't stop moking him. That is until reader introduces him as her best friend and kenji is livid. Maybe you could show how they get rid of the guy and kenji and Aaron bonding.

Thank you and have an amazing day ahead!

Not Enough Attention

Summary: Y/n has been neglecting Aaron in favour of... of him.

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A/n: omg anon i feel you because whyyy does pookie not have more fics???? absolutely ridiculous. disappointing honestly 😔 like wanna write for pookie but i have so many drafts rn, but i will write for him because i have a few things planned for him 🤭

(not proofread yet because im about to go to sleep im sorry 🥲)

anyways, enjoyy!!

Kenji was not known to be the smartest creature on the planet, everyone knew that. And that was the only reason Aaron never bothered to converse with him.

But alas, everyone has to face their nemesis at some point.

To make matters worse, Y/n, the only one keeping Aaron sane, was away again.

Probably meeting with her lover.

Aaron had to force himself to not roll his eyes.

"Hey, Warner. Have you seen Y/n?"

Aaron glanced up from the papers he'd been reading through, sighing. "Probably loitering around the building with her new... friend."

Kenji snorted, pulling back the chair in front of him and then practically throwing himself in it. "Aww, is our wittle Warner jealous?"

Aaron leaned back, setting the stack in his hand on the desk. "Wittle?" Kenji opened his mouth to explain, but Aaron cut in before he could spew more stupidity. "Never mind. And I'm not jealous."

Kenji smirked, leaning the chair back so it balanced precariously on its back legs. "Sure you aren't, Warner."

Aaron took a deep breath, trying not to let his words get under his skin. "I'm merely concerned for her safety-"

The door opened then, and both the men turned to look, watching intently as Y/n stepped in, another boy following her.

Aaron's jaw clenched, looking away from her smiling face.

"Y/n! I was searching for you."

Unable to resist, Aaron let his eyes wander back to the people in front of him.

Y/n nodded. "I know, I saw you walk in and thought you might have been looking for me." Y/n glanced back at her new friend. "Oh, and this is my best friend Jack. Jack, this is Kenji."

Jack offered a simple nod to Kenji, impatience shining in his eyes.

Y/n seemed to understand why he was so impatient, and she turned to Aaron.

"I have some work, I'll see you two later, yeah?"

Aaron avoided her eyes as he nodded, waiting for her to leave the office before releasing the breath he didn't even know he had been holding.

Kenji seemed to be lost in thought as he stared after Y/n, his jaw working.

"You know... maybe this needs to be looked into."

Aaron pressed his lips into a tight line to stop himself from smiling in triumph, and stood, dusting off invisible dust from his pants.

"So, what's the plan boss?" Kenji questioned, his expression more serious than Aaron had ever seen.

"We do some work."

Aaron would have never thought that he would be working along side Kenji, let alone looking forward to working with him, but here he was, anticipation building in his gut as he stood leaning against the doorframe leading to the barracks.

Kenji had left him standing there to go search for Jack.

They did not have a solid plan, no matter how hard they pretended. All they had talked about was the fact that they were going to ambush him. And then have a friendly little chat.

Aaron knew Y/n would be mad when she found out, but he couldn't help it. Aaron had never really had friends, so he as quite protective over the ones he now did have. He refused to be overshadowed by anyone, let alone someone named Jack.

Footsteps neared, alerting Aaron. He reached down, patting the gun at his hip.

He knew he shouldn't have to resort to violence, but this was his best friend he was concerned about. He wasn't about to take any chances.

He ignored the voice in his head who chirped about how she wasn't just his friend.

She was also the object of all his desires.

The desire to hold. To protect. To kiss.

The desire to love.

To be vulnerable.

He straightened, clearing his mind of any and all distractions, and turned to watch as Jack walked in step with Kenji, right into the awaiting hands of his doom.

Kenji slowed down the moment his eyes met Aaron's, falling behind Jack in case the fucker decided to run.

Thankfully, he wasn't as dumb as he looked and he just stared at Aaron's looming form.

"Did you need something from me?"

"What are your intentions for Y/n?"

He blinked. "We're just... friends?"

Aaron scowled. "I don't think you have only friendly intentions for her though. Tell me, how many times have you thought of kissing her?"

Jack's eyes bulged at that, and he looked so disgusted with Aaron that even Aaron had to question whether he as mistaken.

"I am not interested in Y/n like that. What even gave you the impression-"

"Don't lie." Kenji sang in a loud high pitched voice, and Jack turned to glare at him.

"I'm not fucking lying. Why do you two think I- is it because we have become close over the past week? Is that it? Is she not giving you two enough attention?"

Aaron didn't let it show on his face, but inside he agreed to that statement to some extent.

He felt like he was being ignored, abandoned, and he did not like it one bit. His father ignoring his existence most the time was enough for him. He didn't need even his best friend and the woman he was in love with to ignore him too.

When neither of them replied, Jack let out a sharp laugh. "Get Y/n. Let her tell you why I've been seeing her out so much the past week."

Kenji winced, his eyes wide with alarm. "I don't think that's a good idea-"

"What's going on here?"

Aaron froze, and so did Kenji as Y/n's voice rang down the hallway.

Jack turned to meet Y/n's gaze as she stalked towards the three men, her brows furrowed.

"Tell them Y/n. Tell them how in love with you I am."

Y/n stared at him, bewildered. Aaron snuck a glance at Kenji, who was staring at the only exit, and Aaron could practically see the gears in his head turning.

"I- what?"

"Exactly. They think I'm here to take advantage of you somehow, and also because they miss having all your attention on them, they cornered me. Trying to do what, I don't know."

Y/n turned to glare at Kenji, who raised his hands and stepped away, avoiding everyones eyes.

"Jack, you go. Get some rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Jack nodded, clasping her shoulder in farewell as he threw a scathing glare at Aaron, then stalked into the barracks.

"What was that about?"

"Hey! I did nothing-"

At one look, Kenji shut his fat mouth, retreating further as he realised Y/n's glare was now targeted at Aaron.

"You want to explain?"

Aaron swallowed, looking down at his shoes.

She sighed through her nose, rubbing her temples.

"He's getting married."

Aaron jolted, his wide eyes flying to hers.

"Well, not married. Yet. He has been planning on the best way to propose to his girlfriend. He was just asking me to help him plan everything."

Aaron stared at Y/n, not believing his ears. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Kenji disappearing down the hallway, and Aaron cursed him silently.

"I can't even begin to understand why you would do something like this-"

Aaron knew that if he didn't stop her now, she would keep talking, and while he loved listening to her voice too much to ever want her to stop, he also did not want to be yelled at.

And so what did he do?

Instead of telling her to stop, he stepped forward, and in a moment of sudden confidence, he grabbed her face, intending to hold her until she stopped speaking.

Alas, she had other plans as her eyes fluttered shut instantly, her hands flying to hold onto the lapels of his jacket.

And of course, Aaron was not about to miss a chance to have what he always wanted, so he leaned forward.

And kissed her.

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[moethewriter]

You are an absolutely sensational writer!! I am obsessed with all of your fics rn, so amazing!! :)

If possible, please could you write a fic with the angst prompts 6, 20 and 22, with Finnick?

If not no worries! I look forward to reading all your future work <3

Of course I can anon! This one is a long one and almost made me cry, so buckle up and I hope you enjoy! TITLE: The things we love, always sting the most WORD COUNT: 2.3k PAIRING: Finnick Odair x Reader WARNING: Possible character death, talks of killing another person, angst, poison, the whole works! TAGS: Lot's of angst, canon violence, possible poisoning, fighting, possible character death.

A/N: So this was a sad one to write my friends! I hope you enjoy, not beta read as always and I take constructive criticism as per usual! -

You were breathless as you headed towards the jungle with Katniss, Peeta, Mags and Finnick. The fight at the cornucopia had been brutal. Weapons had flown from every direction, and you had fallen into the water. You weren’t the biggest fan of being wet but there wasn’t anything you could do about that now.

You were lost in your own thoughts as you walked further. You had just watched people you had known for years fall in seconds. People you had been friends with … your district partner, Hyvar, had died. You hoped that Johanna, Wiress and Beetee were safe, somewhere they could regroup and find their way to you. You had watched people you had known for years fall in seconds. You just hoped that Johanna, Wiress and Betee had all found one another and were safe as they could be.

The sound of the cannon going off made your body shrivel, almost as if it had transported you back to your own games. You had been sixteen and forced to kill people … kill other children, and that canon was a stark reminder that it wasn’t over yet. It would never be over.

At least you had Finnick, the one person who kept you sane throughout everything. You hadn’t watched his games, your mother not allowing you to watch such senseless acts of violence, she had always been against the games. It was strange to stand side by side with him in this, but you were grateful for his presence.

Another cannon went off.

“Well I guess we're not holding hands anymore.” Finnick chuckled, a small smile spreading across his face. 

“Finnick.” You snapped, trying to shut that thought down. 

Those people were the few in this world who understood what it was like to be a Victor, a pawn for the Capitol. Some of them had been your friends. 

“You think that's funny?” Katniss questioned him, a passive look on her face. You couldn’t quite read her yet, but you knew that she wasn’t happy. 

“Every Time that cannon goes off it’s music to my ears.” Finnick said, as though that should be obvious. He was steady, not swaying, clearly in game mode. “I don’t care about any of them.”

“That’s-” You started …

But Katniss pulled a sword from its sheath.

“Good to hear.” She said, simply, face remaining unchanged. 

“No.” You said raising your hands between them, you were all supposed to be allies … fighting together in this moment. There needed to be some semblance of peace, even if it was tentative and rocky. “We may not like this, but we're allies, right? So let’s act like allies.” You felt as though you were parenting two young stubborn children.

For the first time in a long time you didn’t understand what was going through his head, what was his game here and why hadn’t he talked to you about it? You had been together since you were both eighteen, now twenty four, and while this situation wasn’t ideal … you felt as though he flipped a switch in his mind. This side of him wasn’t something you particularly liked, and you certainly didn’t want to play peacekeeper if they were going to be at each others throats.

“Right.” Finnick said. “Besides, what would Haymitch say?”

“Haymitch isn’t here.” Katniss gritted her teeth.

“Let’s keep moving.” Peeta spoke up, starting to move from his spot.

You were thankful that someone else was level headed.

You all moved deeper into the jungle, silence falling over the group. The sound of crunching leaves, and dirt being the only thing filling the air. Your games had been in a desert terrain, so you felt out of your element. You were used to sand, rocks and dunes covering the earth around you, not thick and lush jungle. At least the trees provided better cover than some rocks, though water was proving just as difficult to find.

After long hours of walking you had found a place to secure Mags so everyone could go off and find some food or water. You weren’t particularly fond of the thought of splitting up, not trusting that Katniss and Peeta would come back, and not trusting yourself alone with Finnick, you were still angry about the interactions on the beach.

You walked with Finnick in silence, eyes and ears peeled for the sound of moving animals or the possible sighting of berries. It felt awkward to be alone with him, but … you loved him, you couldn’t deny that.

“Hey.” Finnick said, grabbing your hand lightly.

“Don’t touch me.” You snapped, anger in your voice. “What the hell was that? Treating Katniss and Peeta that way? Talking about the other tributes like that? They’re our allies, Finnick, don’t fucking play coy with me here. I’m not an idiot and neither are you, maybe try harder?” You sucked in a breath, hoping to calm yourself down,

“Y/N-”

“No. Finnick I love you, I do … just try harder with them, she’s distrustful and we don’t need that.” You said, finally looking at him.. “We don’t need to talk about this right now. I just … just give me some space. I’m angry. I don’t want to be angry with you.” You told him, pinching the bridge of your nose.

The Capitol was watching, Snow was watching. You didn’t need Finnick or yourself sorting through emotional baggage or providing entertainment by fighting for the world to see.

Finnick had a persona, that was something you knew. But that wasn’t Finnick, and what you couldn’t understand is why he didn’t want to be himself. Was it the sponsors? Was it the fact that everyone could see your every move in here? You hadn’t been able to talk much before entering the arena, so you only knew the basis of what he was going to do, and the plan Haymitch had told you.

Gods above, that plan. How in the hell were you going to make sure that Katniss and Peeta got out of this alive if they barely trusted you? There was so much that needed to be done in here, and you couldn’t do it alone. But Finnick was not helping in the slightest, or that’s what you felt like. ,

“Listen …” He tried.

“We should get back to Mags, there isn’t any food here … hopefully they found some water or something.” You sent him a small hopeful look, before turning back towards where you came from.

–

Peeta almost dying was not something that you had accounted for. The forcefield had shot him back out of nowhere, and the amount of time you had all spent desperately trying to help him breathe again had been agony. 

This game felt far worse than anything you had gone through before. It was clear that something was off about the whole arena, you just weren’t sure what it was yet. 

“Do you hear that?” Finnick whispered, looking towards the trees. 

You hadn’t, but you immediately jumped into action and grabbed your sword. You were always on high alert, and you weren’t going to let anything touch anyone here. 

“I’ll go check it out and meet you guys back here, later.” You said, moving to stand. You needed some time to breathe, and protecting everyone was the main priority. In your mind this was a win-win situation. 

“You can’t go alone.” Finnick, protested standing to go with you.

You held up your hand to stop him. “Finn, stay here … protect Mags and everyone else. I can handle myself.” You told him.

You weren’t sure what was out there, no one was, but you had your chosen weapon and a spiteful rage deep within you. You were sure you could handle what was to come.

“Y/N-” He tried to protest again.

“They need protection. I’ll be fine.” You told him, heading off towards the woods on your own. 

You kept low as you crept through the jungle, looking for what could have alerted Finnick. Your eyes barely adjusted to the darkness that surrounded you, a stark contrast to the bright lights of the fire you had been in front of just moments ago. You kept walking, caution lacing every move you made. 

The jungle felt far too quiet as you made your way towards a clearing, how far had you gone from camp? Nothing around you seemed familiar anymore and you weren’t sure why … What the hell was going on?

“Shit!” You felt a small sting in your leg, and looked down … had something stung you? 

You felt dizzy as you braced yourself against a large tree trunk, you couldn’t feel your hands … you couldn’t feel anything?

Your eyes dropped slowly as your body slumped down towards the ground and darkness finally took over

–

“I say, we take them out next.”

“We can’t just do that … they could prove useful … I mean have you seen them with a sword?”

You awoke with a start, heart racing as you looked around … where was Finnick? You moved through the moss and spotted them all around a fire.

“They are useless to everything … the rebellion. Kill them and we get ourselves out of here. They are collateral damage.””

You felt your heart stop …that was Finnick’s voice … and he had to be talking about you, there was no one else you could think of.

“Y/N!”

“That’s smart.”

Peeta? What was going on?

“Good then when they fall asleep tonight that’s when we strike, they won’t know what hit them.”

Finnick’s smirk sent chills down your spine, how could he be doing this? How could he even think about betraying you … didn’t he love you?

“Y/N!”

–

Your eyes fluttered open and you let out a loud scream, throwing yourself away from the blonde man in front of you. Your body was hot, everything around you felt like fire and despite what people thought … you weren’t going down without a fight. Not against anyone, even Finnick. 

“Y/N?! What’s going on? We searched for you all night …we lost Mags … there was fog …” Finnick rambled, his eyes wild and bewildered at the sight of you. He looked like had been crying. 

You knew he was trying to distract you … he had to be. There was no other explanation after what you had seen. He was trying to manipulate you with the use of Mags and the pathetic way he stood. 

“I don’t know who you are anymore, Finnick Odair.” You spat, holding out your sword, stretching it forward as far as you could. “But I heard what you were talking about all night, and I am not going down without a fight, you think I’m going to sit here and talk about bullshit then you’re so wrong.” Your hands were shaking, your whole body trembled in fear.

Your head hurt, and your body felt light … something had happened in the forest and you weren’t sure what did … but there was no way you were losing your life to someone you thought you loved, and who you thought loved you.

“Y/N? What the hell is going on? What happened in those woods?” Finnick questioned, a look of concern filling his face.

“Like I’d tell you anything!” You snapped, raising the sword a little higher. “You proved last night that you didn't love or care about me! You just want me dead!” You cried, tears falling from your eyes

“What?! Of course I love you! We came to find you, you had been gone for an hour! I was worried. Finnick cried, his own tears falling down his cheeks. “We only just got to you because last night we were chased by swarming monkeys and almost died due to poisonous fog?! How could you have heard anything we said, you were miles away! We searched high nd low!!” Finnick cried, trying to reach his hands out to you.

“Any closer and I’ll put this sword through your heart.” Your own heart was racing, unsure of what to believe anymore … you felt dazed and confused and disorientated, nothing felt real anymore. 

“Don’t you trust me?” Finnick whispered, heartbreak lacing every word that he spoke.

“I don’t know.” You sobbed.

Your body felt like it was on fire, every inch you moved was agony … you were going to die in here whether it was by Finnick or something else taking you out. You weren’t going to make it to the rebellion.

Loud sobs echoed through the forest as you dropped to your knees, body finally giving out on you.

Finnick was over to you in seconds, not caring if you fought him off with knives or threats of violence. He pulled you to his chest and you trembled against him, sweat lacing your brows.

“It’s okay … It’s okay. I got you.” Finnick whispered, rocking you both. “God Y/N I can’t lose you in here, I can’t. I lost Mags already, you have to fight whatever happens. You have to know that I love you.” He sobbed, holding you as close as possible. 

“I can’t” You thrashed desperately trying to pull away from him, out of fear or something else, you didn’t know. “I can’t!” 

“Please.” Finnick begged, keeping his grip on you.

You stopped fighting in that moment, letting yourself fall against him, your body felt numb and you didn’t think you had it in you to keep going. 

“Y/N?”

The sky seemed bluer in that moment as you looked towards it, it was gorgeous as the sun shone through the trees. Finnick’s face filled your vision and you felt a warmth overtake you … you were safe … you had to be … he didn’t really want to kill you did he?

“I love you.” Finnick said, voice hoarse as his hand traced the edges of your face. “Please stay.”

“I love you.”  You told him.

The jungle was quiet again, too quiet despite the long eventful night and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of cannon fire in the air.

[heeracha]

## take a chance with me. — l. heeseung

content/warning(s): hee x gn!reader, hee being a denial dumbass, high school au (?), based on niki's take a chance with me bcs that's my fave rn lmAO so kinda higkey self-indulgent lmAO, unproofread, tell me if i miss something <3

wc: 0.8k

note: uhhh,,,, i should be studying but,,,, idk lmAO anyway,, drop by to say hi or smthng, thats all, take care, stay safe. <3 i should get back to my work lol

his giggles, his voice, his eyes, everything. you could list everything that you love about him, so you just came to the conclusion that lee heeseung is your favorite everything. the way his eyes would crinkle when he smiles, it makes your heart swell. when he makes those cute noises, a smile comes up to your face. but the fact that he is clueless as hell makes you frown.

just like that one song, lee heeseung doesn’t even know that you would stop time and space just to make him smile.

you would always ask him how his day went, wanting him to go through every detail just to get to hear his voice. his voice that calms you down, takes every problem away. he could be yelling and you’d still choose to listen to him over music. his voice truly is your favorite song, no matter if he’s talking, yelling, singing, mumbling. 

it keeps you sane, but at the same time, it makes you melt.

jay kept convincing you that you should just make the first move because everyone knows heeseung wouldn’t. everyone literally knows that you were head over heels for heeseung, except for the boy himself. 

it makes you sigh.

your friend also said that heeseung feels the same for you. you know that. but another thing about heeseung is that he won’t make the first move because he won’t make any move at all. lee heeseung is a hopeless romantic. too hopeless to the point he prefers to be in an unrequited love situation even though the person he likes likes him back.

you.

and according to jay, everything is up to you. so, you decide to make a move.

day one.

“heeseung, i like you.”

he laughs. “i know, y/n. i like you, too. that’s why we’re friends.”

stupid, stupid, stupid.

day two.

“heeseung, i like you.”

he smiles, confused. “is this a way for you to appreciate me as your friend?”

fuck.

day three.

“heeseung,” you hold his hand in your hands, shaking it with emphasis as you say the words once again. “i. like. you.”

“i like you, too—”

“heeseung.” you stop him and he looks at you, defeated.

so, he was playing dumb the whole damn time. “look, y/n.” he softly says, pulling his hand away. “i don’t feel the same, i’m sorry.”

“heeseung,” you softly say and he looks at you. “everyone knows that you feel the same. i know you feel the same. what’s the matter?”

he only presses his lips into a thin line. 

“deny it all you want, hee.” you softly say. “I can see it right through you.” you sigh and heeseung only looks at you. “i don’t want to force you, but i hope you do explain it to me.” you smile, softly patting the back of his hand that you’re holding. “i’ll wait for you, hm?”

you take one step forward, tiptoeing to press your lips against his cheek. with no words, you walk past him, going home. heeseung stands there, thinking. he knows he was being obvious about his feelings for you, but he hoped you were oblivious as hell, not knowing it was him who was oblivious all along.

you and heeseung would always send each other song recommendations, listening to each other’s music taste. on the way home, heeseung gets a text from you. you sent him a song. take a chance with me. heeseung grabs his earbuds, untangling the wires and connects it to his phone to his ears.

in the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.

day four.

you close your locker, heeseung is there on the side. he holds one stemmed small flower that he probably picked out of the school garden.

you look at him, turning to him. he gives you the flower. 

“i… like you, too.” he confesses and you smile. “i was just scared,” he softly chuckles. “only a few couples survive and get to be happy. i just… don’t want to be in a relationship with you if that would be a way for you to grow to hate me, and me you.” you nod, understanding him. love can rip you both apart. “it’s still a possibility, but… i think, i will regret it if i don’t risk it. there would be too many what ifs. and i should disregard the world because… this is us, anyway. not them.

“so… if you’re still up for it, you want to figure this out together?” heeseung asks and you chuckle, nodding.

“i would love to figure things out with you, hee.” 

he smiles widely, pushing your strand of hair behind your ear before taking the flower he gave and putting it above your ear. you softly giggle and heeseung presses a kiss on your forehead. 

he doesn’t get enough, so he wraps his arms around your waist and presses a kiss on your cheek as you wrap your arms around his shoulder, closing your eyes to sink into the moment, savoring it.

lee heeseung, your favorite everything, finally takes a chance with you.

rbs and feedbacks are vv much appreciated <3

[gunmetal-ring]

anon again. i'm sorry that i keep coming to you with this depressing messages but you seem like one of the few sane ppl in this fandom and i appreciate your honesty.

truth is im feeling really disillusioned with hellcheer lately. we don't have a lot of "canon" content so after a while, it gets tiring going thru the same 2 scenes over and over again (especially when one of them involves chrissy's death). ive been relying on fandom but it seems like it's slowed down. fics arent updated as frequently, not a lot of new artwork.

heck, even joe and grace have moved on. joe's career is taking off. grace is leaving acting. it just feels like everything that happened last summer has come to an end :(

Aw anon thats okay. Ty for thinking of my feelings though 💓 (and also im flattered that you think im sane lmao)

Unfortunately its the way things go, especially with small ships, especially especially in a fandom as hostile as this one is. People come together and build community and share their love for characters and then g(r)o(w) their separate ways again.

But not everybody does! You and me, for example. And ive got plenty of hellcheer mutuals that seem perfectly content to draw, write, and rb their little hearts out.

I for one am absolutely astounded that theres even a fandom for hellcheer, let alone one with such talent and breadth and depth of love! Our characters had 2 scenes. Our girl was killed just as it all began. Our boy died with her name on his lips. In all likelihood we will never see them together on our screens again.

But somehow. Those ~10 minutes managed to foster an entire community of people and keep us engaged and in love w the characters for almost a year at this point! With no dangling promises or false hope or anything! Like we all know the score and we still go hard for hellcheer. Incredible.

Idk maybe it's just bc ive only had brainworms like this for 2 other ships and 1 of them is even smaller and the other one is a clusterfuck of unimaginable proportions, so im a little biased in terms of community/fandom, but im just like... idk. I think its really incredible thats all. And a testament to the very real power and truth of hellcheer 🥰

All i can say anon is that the best way to keep a fandom/ship going is engagement. Likes on tumblr and kudos on ao3 are great. But whats even better and more motivating (and i say this as a fic writer/meme shitposter so im speaking the total truth lol) is reblogs and comments. Tell people how much you love their work and how much it means to you, it goes a very long way. And on the flip side of that - stay out of the infighting. All it does is sap your mental energy and the fandom infighting bullshit is a major contributor to why people leave. The negativity and bitterness warp your perspective and make it really hard to remember what we're here for - it's not anti-st*ddie or anti-qu*nn stans or anti-anti-hellcheer or what the fuck ever. We're here for hellcheer!

Sorry my $0.02 is now $2.00 bc i ramble lol its a fatal flaw of mine. Anyway im sorry if this is annoyingly positive or dismissive but im in a strangely upbeat mood rn so there you have it

[slasher-male-wife]

Slashers reactions to their S/O saying “I love you” for the first time

It was this or another love letter and I chose this because I can’t chose which slasher should write the letter. I need some fluff rn like I always you. Y’all know I’m a avid lover of fluff so I hope this fulfills you fellow fluff lovers. 

Includes: Thomas Hewitt, and the Sinclair brothers

Thomas Hewitt

You’re laying in bed with Thomas. You head on his chest listening to the steady thump of his heart beat. You’ve been dating for almost a month now and it’s been great. Well at least for living here that is. Having Thomas keeps you sane. And these feeling of love for him just continue and continue to grow. You sit up and look down at his handsome face. He looks back up at you a little confused. You take a deep breath and smile. “Tommy I have something I want to tell you. I love you. I really do.” Now he’s sat up. He was very caught off guard by this. He’s never heard someone say this to him before. 

He looks at you and the smile on your face. God he loves you too. He points to himself then back to you. “You love me too?” You ask. He nods. Your smile grows and your eyes water. You throw yourself onto him in a big hug. “I love you so much Tommy. From the very bottom of my heart.” 

Lester Sinclair

 You’re out in the truck with Lester. You started dating him a few months into living in Ambrose. He’s been the best boyfriend you’ve ever had before. You’re humming a song while Lester picks up some raccoons he found. While he’s throwing them in the truck he spots a little patch of some blue wild flowers. He smiles and plucks one from the ground. He gets back in the truck and hands you the flower. “Pretty flower for a pretty person.” You take it and chuckle. 

“You’re so sweet Lester. I love you.” He smiles and pauses. He hasn’t heard those words in a very long time. His parents were always busy with Bo and Vincent to really notice him. Growing up Vincent often told him that. If things got really bad Bo would too. But this is his first relationship. The first time someone outside of family has said they love him. He puts an arm behind your neck and pulls you into a kiss. His first one and the first one of the relationships. It’s sloppy and inexperienced on his end but you still enjoy it none the less. When you pull away both of your faces are red and the two of you are smiling like idiots. 

“I love you too darlin.” 

Bo Sinclair 

You’re sitting outside with Bo looking at the stars. All the lights in town and turned off and you couldn’t be happier. Being with Bo has been like a dream to you. Sure he’s a bit cocky at times and he can be a bit stupid but he’s still your Bo. You’re holding hands as you lay on a blanket on the ground. There’s not a cloud in the sky and the moon is bright. You look over to Bo. He seem calm and at ease. You love seeing him like this. You know how stressful his life must be. He doesn’t talk about it much but you’ve gotten some bits and pieces from Lester and Vincent. “Ya think if I could touch a star I could knock them around and play with em?” He ask. You chuckle and he looks over at you. 

“Bo stars are way to big for you to do that.”

“I don’t care to be frank. I’d bring one down and keep it in a jar myself.” 

“God you’re so stupid sometimes Bo. But it doesn’t matter. I still love you.” He raises a brow but he’s got a smile on his face. ‘I love you’s only came from his brothers. It was so odd having someone else say that to him. But you are family now. And he loves his family. 

“I love ya too Y/N, I love ya too.” 

Vincent Sinclair

You’re in the basement with Vincent while he works on another figure. You’re reading an old magazine you found while looking around the house for something to do. It’s from the 70′s and it’s pretty dated. Good thing you like the 70′s a lot. You turn the page as music continues to pour out of the radio, sounds of scraping and smoothing also filling the air. After awhile you set down the magazine and look at Vincent. He’s been your boyfriend for about a month now at this point. You’ve loved every second of it. You keep watching his hands work and move. Impressed at how amazing he is at making these figures. Your eyes move to his face. He’s never taken off his mask around you and you understand and respect his choice to do so. 

But even with it on you still love to look at him. Oh boy is he handsome. He catches you staring soon after and you turn pink at being caught. “What? Can I not look at my boyfriend?” He chuckles and goes back to work. “God I love you Vinny.” You go back to the magazine while Vincent slows his pace. He’s heard that all the time from his family but never from anyone else. ‘You’ve got a face only a mother could love’ ‘No one’s ever gonna love you freak.’ ‘You’re gonna be alone forever’. Hearing you say you love him warms his heart to the core. He sets down his tools and sits on the bed next you you. 

‘I love you too’ 

He signs before pulling you into a hug. You smile and shut your eyes. You’ve got the best boyfriend in the entire world. 

[cookinguptales]

I'm stressed (I put off doing taxes for too long lmao) but @formaldehyde--face tagged me to talk about five things that make me happy.

(I'm... sorry. I saw the tag and then promptly forgot. lmao)

soooo

~five things that make me happy~

stardew valley 1.6 I have been playing this nonstop lately, and that's what's been keeping me sane. I'm about halfway through year 2 and I'm making good headway! I've got the community center done, most people in town love me, and I'm exploring ginger island!

my current wip truthfully, the past week or two have been a real struggle. I got quite a bit of bad news, plus my chronic illnesses have been flaring badly. but through all that, I still managed to get an important chapter of my WIP done and I'm proud of that. almost done!! and then I get to introduce you all to the characters that I've really fallen in love with over the past two months. 💜💜💜

my kitty-cat geist is so cute. ;A; she's so warm and soft and friendly, and she's asleep on the couch next to me rn which makes it far easier to love her than when she's knocking shit off my bed.

my parents I have a... complicated relationship with most of my family, but I get along well with my parents. they know that I've been struggling for the past few weeks, so they've been calling and texting me a lot to help cheer me up. and dad and I have already started planning our next few trips. :o

my friends from the friends who are currently reading my WIP and cheering me on to the ones who let me cry on them when things are rotten to the ones I trade memes with to the ones I go out for drinks with. y'all help keep me afloat. 💜

also, a bonus, I'm just really grateful for streaming services that help keep me sane when I'm flaring lmao. being able to listen to whatever music I want and watch whatever movie I want does help keep me sane when I'm in as much pain as I have been.

(right now: listening to a bossa nova playlist on spotify and I have the ghost and mrs. muir queued up to watch soon on criterion.)

[softguarnere]

hey dove! how are you? family Christmas is coming up and I have a sneaking suspicion this year is going to be a doozy. your writing always cheers me up and I was wondering if you could maybe do something with Joe Toye? maybe reuniting after the war ends or the first Christmas back home together?

I've literally been rereading all of your stuff bc it's the only thing keeping me sane as of rn xD hope you're having a great day/night!

I'll Be Right Here Waiting/Put It Back Together

Joe Toye x reader

A/N: My dear, you have no idea how much this message means to me 🥹 The thought that the things I write to cheer myself up might be a comfort to someone else is so humbling 💕As someone who has also been dealing with lots of family drama this Christmas, I am sending you virtual hugs and good vibes - we will make it through this 🤝

Y'all know I try my darndest to write requests in the order that I get them. (And if I've taken forever to get to yours, I'm truly sorry, and I promise I'm working on it!) However, this message hit really close to home, and writing it felt like the distraction that I've been needing.

For those of you who enjoy my song title references, this one comes from Lucky by Two Door Cinema Club! (As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: mentions of war and hospitals, over use of italics - as usual

Funny, how one can grow so accustomed to unusual circumstances that going back to what was previously normal can be what feels like the drastic change. As the men that you’ve spent the past few years of your life with mill around the deck of the ship, your heart aches a little with the realization that for many of you, this might be it.

Even though you’ve exchanged addresses and given each other instructions on how to keep in touch, realistically you know that you may never see or hear from some of these friends ever again. Sure, you’ve all promised to remain in contact, but making a promise is one thing, and keeping that promise once you’ve moved on with your life and had family and friends and jobs and time get in the way is a completely different thing.

The evidence to prove this is there: there have been plenty of friends that you lost touch with after they were removed from the line and taken to hospitals. Even you, as a nurse, had a difficult time keeping track of them. Unfortunately, even someone who might have been more than a friend, had fate not seen it fit to send him home . . .

How do you go back to what you once knew when you’re so changed? What will you do when the things you saw during the war weigh heavy on your mind in the middle of the night, and the nearest person who would understand what you’re feeling is miles and miles away?

This might be it. The ship pulls into the harbor. People on the docks scream and whoop in delight as you and the other nurses and all the soldiers lean over the rail and wave, smile bright despite the dull worry gnawing at the back of your mind.

This might be it. Babe and Luz and Liebgott all shake your hand and slap your shoulders and trade slips of paper with you, promising to keep the flame of friendship alive between you.

This might be it. You’re gathering your few personal belongings and trying to push through the throngs of people with them, wondering where the loved ones who were supposed to meet you could be.

This might be –

“Let me help you with that,” a deep and familiar voice offers as strong hands take your trunk from you with ease.

Out of habit, you start to protest. “Oh, it’s fine I – “

But then your eyes meet his, and the world around you fades away until you are the only two standing on the dock.

“Joe?”

None other than Joe Toye smiles back at you, his brown eyes alight as he sets your trunk down and opens his arms. Not caring who might be watching, you throw yourself into them, the two of you wrapped up in a warm embrace.

You’re not so sure whether you should laugh or cry or what exactly, as your breath hitches in your throat. “You’re here!”

Still holding you tight, you can feel him nod. “So are you.”

“You found me.” Breaking your embrace is not an easy choice, but you want to look him over. Because he’s really standing in front of you, as tall and strong and capable as ever, his smile lighting up his handsome face as he takes you in in turn.

He nods again. “I had to. It was killing me, being away from you.”

What had started as shy looks between the two of you way back in England had turned into friendly smiles and inside jokes as the war moved you through Europe. And then those jokes and smiles had turned into touches that lasted a little too long and evolved into secrets shared in stolen moments and nervous kisses away from the prying eyes of his superiors.

And then he had been taken from the line before you could decide what word best described what was happening between the two of you.

Now he’s been hugging you on the dock – in front of God and everyone – and he looks just as ready to pick up where you left off as you feel.

“Me, too . . .” You choose your words carefully, like he might disappear again if you accidentally say the wrong ones. “Whaddaya say we make a point of not being away from each other for a while?”

Joe, usually so reserved in the emotions he expresses publicly, breaks into the widest smile you’ve ever seen. Is that your imagination, or does pink tint his cheeks? God, he’s so gorgeous like this, and you wonder how you got lucky enough to find him.

“You’ve always been better with words than me,” he laughs. “And Doll, you stole them right outta my mouth.”

With ease, he grabs your trunk with one hand and throws his other arm around you, protective as he leads you through the crowd. The people who were supposed to meet you at the boat fade to the back of your mind. Joe doesn’t say where you’re going, but with him, you’re certain that anywhere you end up will be called home.

[murky-tannin]

Rant below cut about the post election politics plot in general

Ough i'm gonna be so real I think I hate the entire president thing. I'm so so over randomly instated illogical systems and laws made for easy content in smps. It's literally the most basic and overdone mcrp smp conflict. It's in everything, even before the dsmp and it's never been satisfying in execution unless dramatics are completely excluded and that's just not the case with the qsmp.

I had hope during the election it would be unique and finally at least partially make a decent storyline. With how they were discussing using the role of president to not do shit like instate dumb laws and instead avoid using the "privileges" given by the Feds at all/only using it for things like getting the islanders more freedoms instead of restricting them. It was one of the reasons I didn't want Forever as president- I knew he'd play it the way he currently is despite his claims otherwise during the elections and I'm just. So tired of it.

I appreciate both the cc and character but actually enjoying him in general is gonna be really hard until the presidential shit gets left behind (which unfortunately isn't likely to be anytime within the next few months). Because his character imo is being irrational in his actions in the most boring way possible. And no one else (just like. Every other smp ever) realizes or cares how weird it is he's started trying to instate really unneeded or wanted restrictions and laws. Like if you changed the label from "President" and the crap we associate with it (stuff that doesn't apply to the Federation aka actual definition) almost none of Forever's actions make sense.

I've realized today Bad's character actually questioning and challenging qForever was the only thing keeping me sane and now that the cc is stopping that due to hate and his character is just. A laughing stock for his disagreements? The last thing keeping me from despising this whole thing is gone. The politics of qsmp are plenty interesting without having your character randomly decide to add jails or rules simply because they were given a label of president after months of discussing why those kinds of things were bad and how he'd actually be trying to do helpful things. Not gonna bitch to ccs about it. Just fucking sucks because it so heavily is involved with my favorite parts of the qsmp and my favorite characters. Wish I just watched qsmp for like- Philza or something rn. Then again I haven't slept in like 48 hours maybe it'll be slightly more tolerable tomorrow

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

hey, so i know you don’t write for Kol Mikaelson anymore but i just wanted to tell you that your fics with him are sometimes the only thing that keep me sane. i always come back to reread them every few weeks or so. the series wirh banshee reader is definitely my fav, among with the pirate au and the christmas one (where him & reader went skating, i just can’t remember the name rn-)

you’re very talented writer and you truly get his character like no one else, so i’m happy there is so much content out, even if you don’t wanna create more (which is completely valid! ex writer here, i totally get it 🩷)

just wanted to let you know since i know if someone let me know they enjoy my old work, it’d personally make me happy. hope you have a wonderful day 🍓

Yo... I don't even know what to say. Whoever you are, anon just know that from the bottom of my heart I am so truly grateful for you and for this little message. It's been so hard to find any motivation to write anything recently, and I feel like I'm just on survival mode with no end in sight. This seriously made my day. Thank you so much.

I hope things improve for you very soon, but until then I'm so honored to have my fics be your crutch through these rough days, weeks or months. You're awesome, you're loved, and great things are in store for you. 💐

[maskmoth]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you to get to know your mutuals and followers <3 👉👈

I KEEP FORGETTING TO ANSWER THIS ty mel!!! ^_^

hrrrmmm.... so five things that make me happy huh? colonel, bring out the list.....

@raptorwhack, obviously. easy first answer 🫶

dolls and bjds. ive gotten more consistent with my collection, as in i try to only get the ones i genuinely like, and not attempt to be a completionist like i wanted to be as a kid lol.

speculative evolution (and worldbuilding surrounding it). theres so much cool shit you can do. highly reccomend All Tomorrows, Runaway To The Stars. and the Birrin project.

hanging out with friends or new potential friends. which i wish i could do more often even just online, but lining up adult scheduals is such a thing....and everybody is so far away now.... auggh

music in general is one of the few things keeping me sane rn i think

its kinda hard to think of anything bcs ive been kinda coasting lately and havent been able to afford to do much fun stuff so i kinda forget 😓

[bone-evidence]

Under the cut is a little poetry and me kinda figuring out what the fuck is up with me rn

My body remembers your heat

Scorching fire through forest canopy

Green things sprout in your wake

But the ashes still hold your memory

So a year ago my last friend group imploded. I won't get into incredible detail, because it was... A lot, if I'm honest. There was a lot wrong with me back then. But I'll get into some for my own posterity.

So not only was it friend group but also my last partner. I was still very very much mourning my relationship with my ex and jumped into a relationship against a friend's wishes. I understand now that I just wanted to feel loved again, feel accepted and seen after honestly a very traumatic time. There was a lot going on at the time mentally with me, I'm pretty sure I was fully delusional about this new relationship and how 'meant to be' it was. So yeah. This one was my fault, and the person I was in a relationship with's fault.

The implosion of all that sucked, it sucked a lot, there wasn't much of a conversation beyond everything I said being completely dismissed (After everything I put this friend through I feel like that's fair tbh). It's been a year and while my conscious mind didn't quite remember, holy fuck my body did!

I've been very anxious, very.... Not social, like I just don't have the words to keep a conversation going. I was doing so good on keeping my room clean but then this hit and I have a lot of laundry to catch up on lmao. The thought 'everyone hates me' has been on my mind a lot lately. I am actively combating that thought because I know that's not true.

I think I'm still coming to terms with everything that happened then tbh? Coming to terms with how I could hurt someone that much, still unlearning some of the shit I had to tell myself to keep going. It sucks. It scares me that I have the capacity to hurt someone like that. I think I've been so closed off because even though I'm more sane, more conscious of the fact that my choices have consequences and I shouldn't throw everything away for a few fleeting moments, I think deep down I'm scared I'll hurt someone again