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[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 52

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming. READ MORE.

Chapter 52, Whispered sweet nothings

“Octavia, Flavius and Venia thinks we’re a couple of idiots for not having sex all this time.”

Effie burrowed into the blankets of her soft, warm bed. So grateful she needn���t be out there. In the cold and dark.

“Yeah, well”, Haymitch muttered over the phone. “That makes four of us.”

“You really miss it that much?”

“Every day. It’s the only way to stay fuckin’ warm this time of year.”

“True”, sighed Effie, glancing out the window. “You can hardly see the moon anymore.”

But logs crackled on Haymitch’s hearth too. The sound comforted her. He always built up a fire before joining them on the screen. “So you won’t piss and moan the whole time”, he said and he was right. She could not concentrate for even a second if his house was cold and dank. Didn’t matter if she wasn’t there to feel it. Knowing was enough.

But now he was toasty warm. And so was she. Not from the same fire or the same bed or even the same house, but still. That and Haymitch’s steady voice in her ear, painted her cheeks red.

“You flush at the drop of a hat, sweetheart”, Haymitch once teased her. This was before the children were born, or conceived. “It’s hella fascinatin”, he said as he pulled off his final sock and climbed into bed with her. “All I need to do is this”, and he gave her cheek a light pinch. He chuckled by how fast blood rose to the surface. The silent giggles tickled her when he nuzzled her cheek. Nuzzled and kissed it. Followed, of course, by a quick lick. “Yum!”

“Eew!” Effie made a show of wiping her cheek, but she was laughing too. “What are you, a vampire?”

“Well, I’ll suck you hard if you ask nicely? At least we know you’re human, and not a shark or a robot or something.”

“Oh, you ever doubted it?”

“Well …”

“You silly man … come here.” And she pulled him in for a kiss. A proper one, on the lips this time. “Let me show you just how warm-blooded I really am.”

“We were great in bed, weren’t we?” Effie spoke into the phone, an odd sense of longing in her voice. I just wish it lasted longer than a few short months, she thought but didn’t say.

Haymitch snorted.

“You were great maybe. I was passable at best.”

“Flavius wants details, you know”, Effie said, suppressing a smile. “About your love-making skills. He asked me to rate you.”

“And? Watcha tell him?”

“Nothing!” Effie laughed. “What? You want a rave?”

“Well, one star’s better than zero, right? A solid two’s gonna need some references. On the dating profile, I mean.”

Effie rolled her eyes.

“You’re not getting one and you’re no two. I’d never sleep with a two, don’t insult me! If you were bad in bed, Haymitch my dear, we would never have happened. I would have stopped you mid-act, no matter how much you begged me. I don’t do pity sex.”

“Bed? What bed? There was no bed involved the first time we fucked.”

”I know!” Effie groaned and covered her eyes with her free hand. “God … I still can’t believe we got away with that one. It was so inappropriate! And what we did at the Hob … ugh!”

“I don’t remember you complaining”, said Haymitch, amused.

“I’m obviously talking about Katniss and Peeta! We scarred them for life! No one wants to watch their sort of parents have sex!”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, they’ve already gotten back at me the same way. Ten times more naked. Fuck, that’ll teach a man how to knock, right?”

“Just for the record” Effie went on. ”You and me … we wouldn’t have gone all the way in that tiny restroom.”

“You told me to fuck ya.”

“I told you to sleep with me and still … Remember, I wasn’t on birth control at the time …”

“I didn’t know that.”

“But I did! And with all those people out there … no, no, absolutely not! We would have seen reason in time, even if they hadn’t barged in on us.”

“Wanna put some money on it, sweetheart?”

“Well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”

“Lack of birth control didn’t stop ya out in those woods now, did it?”

“Don’t remind me. Please.”

“Yeah”, said Haymitch and scratched his beard, “given our crappy track record, I’m surprised we don’t have more than two kids. But it wouldn’t be the first time you did something risky, eh? Didn’t you like, loose your virginity to the chimneysweep on a roof?”

“He was the chimneysweep’s son”, Effie corrected him, “and so what if I did?”

“Well … imagine if Katniss and Peeta knew that lil’ piece of info about their prim and proper escort?”

Effie sucked in a breath.

“Don’t you dare, Abernathy! If you tell them that, I’ll tell them how much you love being the little spoon!”

“I’d say they already suspect it, sweetheart. Well … not Katniss. She’s probably not yet figured out that I like ya.”

“Oooh”, Effie said, “so you like me now, huh?”

“Course I do, stupid. I’m old fashioned like that. Rule number one: Never fuck someone you hate. Rule number two: Never get someone you hate, pregnant either.”

“What does that even mean?” Effie rolled her eyes and yet she grinned. “Am I supposed to feel … what? Special? Flattered? Honored that you chose me as the sacred vessel for your offspring? That you wouldn’t go bareback with just anybody?”

“Well, I wouldn’t use the word ‘chose’ but … yeah, I’d say that’s pretty accurate.”

“You are so ridiculous, do you know that?” And she was ridiculous too, for feeling a fleeting, pleasant little pinch in the pit of her tummy. “Well, at least I was a ten out of ten in those woods, right? Remember the last time we made love?” She chuckled. “My hair all disheveled. Ruddy. Sweaty. Belly out to here …”

“You were the most beautiful thing I ever saw.”

His words, the sudden seriousness behind them, startled the smile right off Effie’s face.

“Oh …”

“I know you didn’t feel it”, he went on, “but you were so gorgeous. You’re always gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

A long pause.

Effie’s eyes drifted to the nightstand. Beyond Octavia’s hairpins. The flickering candle. She plucked the framed photo with a small sigh. Gazed at their three faces.

She remembered that day. District 12. A clear and sunny morning, right after breakfast. Haymitch sat curled up in an armchair with Amy and Ian, reading them one of their favorite books. The twins couldn’t be more than five or six months old. Still dressed in their pyjamas they cuddled up to daddy who wore a fresh undershirt for once and the same washed-out sweatpants he always slept in.

Getting good pictures of Haymitch was a pain. He almost always scowled as soon as there was a camera around. And he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy you could sneak up on.

But this one turned out quite nicely. A glint of sun in his hair. A calm in his gray eyes, trained on the words on the page. She even caught him with a hint of a smile.

Maybe he realized she needed some memories to hold on to. Shrivels of normalcy, if you will. Something sorely lacking in their family.

Watching photos like this, she could almost pretend the four of them lead an ordinary life. One never fractured by the Games. Just a regular, normal, uneventful life that didn’t drive you to drink.

“Where did you go, sweetheart?” asked Haymitch softly.

“Oh …” Fresh tears pooled in Effie’s eyes, but for a completely different reason this time. She brushed her thumb against Haymitch’s cheek in the picture and returned the framed photo to the nightstand. “I just … really miss you. I slept so much better with you in my bed.”

“Yeah … I miss you too, sweetheart”, Haymitch said. “Well, not the elbowing and kicking and flailing all around. That I can do without. Fuck … can’t believe I still managed to father two children, what with you sucker punching me in the balls all the time. But I guess your eggs are just as single-minded as the rest of ya. My swimmers didn’t stand a chance, huddled together in a corner. Trembling.”

An obvious set up. A gesture toward the safer ground of teasing.

And she should take it. She wanted to. Wanted to want it.

But the tears tilted down her temples all the same, as more memories floated into her mind. Fragile, delicate, warm ones. Just like those paper lanterns she lit as a child on New Year’s. “Sky candles” mother called them. Here one moment, gone the next. Blinking stars in a sky without stars.

Haymitch, by the stove. Stirring a pot of soup.

Haymitch at the bakery, tending to customers and teasing Katniss for just sitting there eating cheese buns while he did honest labor.

Haymitch in the backyard, with a plump twin seated comfortably in the crock of his elbow – sometimes Amy, sometimes Ian – while feeding the geese with his one free hand.

Haymitch on the couch, pulling her, Effie, onto his lap. His lips tracing the freckles of her arm and shoulder. Counting them out loud with kisses.

Her sweet, kind, amazing man.

Effie’s nightgown had already inched halfway up her tummy during their conversation. Now, her hand that wasn’t holding a phone, slipped inside the fabric. Moved across her skin, almost by itself, until it cupped around the swell of her breast.

She shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help it.

The pink peak hardened almost instantly. The sensation prickled her skin and it wasn’t really her touch, in was Haymitch’s.

Don’t, her brain tried to object, but that wise and sensible part of her – who cared about consequences and boundaries – only grew quieter and quieter as she moved her hand downward, in between her legs. She closed her eyes and it was gone.

Completely won over.

Effie grazed over that swollen, erect bud and she sighed in pleasure. Just one word.

“Sweetheart …”

It was very quiet on the other end.

”Eff …”, Haymitch finally spoke, voice thick with emotion. “Are you … touching yourself right now?”

Shame flooded Effie’s cheeks. Shame. Desire. Everything, all at once.

“I’m sorry”, she whispered.

This was her cue. The moment when she was supposed to remove her fingers from herself, tell him goodnight and go take a shower.

She willed it. Willed herself. Instead, she only added more pressure. Moved her fingers – Haymitch’s fingers – up and down and deeper within herself. Delicious strokes that made her shudder all over.

“Must I stop?” Her breathing was growing more and more labored. “Tell me to stop and I’ll … stop.”

Nothing. For what felt like an eternity. Nothing but his breathing on the phone.

But just as she was about to heed a wordless “stop”, another sound filled her ear. Metal against metal. A clicking noise that could only mean one thing.

An unsteady hand, struggling with the buckle of a belt.

A smile spread over Effie’s lips, but it soon melted as Haymitch’s soft groans joined hers.

“Tell me what you’re doing”, she begged.

“Reckon that’s pretty obvious, princess”, Haymitch murmured.

“Tell me anyway.”

“I’m jerkin’ off. Thinkin’ of you.”

“And what exactly would you do to me? If you had me in your bed, right now?”

“Why don’t you paint me a picture, sweetheart?”

Effie gave a low chuckle.

“Alright. I’d pull you on top of me. I would shed all your clothes … with my hands and my mouth. I would kiss you … taste you …”

“And?”

“And I … I …”

“Say it.”

Effie flashed her teeth in a smile. Covered her eyes and said,

“I’d fuck your brains out … until you didn’t know which end was up!”

It wasn’t the first time they had phone sex, but it was the most intense. And Effie, she couldn’t remember ever reaching hers that fast. Even Haymitch, who wasn’t exactly known for his endurance, had to tug on her reins.

“Hold on. Don’t come already, sweetheart. Wait for me.”

”Then hurry!” Effie whined. She stilled her hand but even then she had to pinch herself – literally pinch her good parts! – to keep from climaxing even without friction.

”The kids can’t hear us, right?” Haymitch panted.

“No, no, they’re asleep. Several doors down. As long as you don’t holler your arrival.”

Which made it ironic that when the moment came, when the building pleasure finally exploded into stars and galaxies, Effie was the one who needed to clamp a hand down lest she screamed it out, just like she did in those woods.

Her Big Bang triggered his, like so many times before. Not through curses or shouts but oh my God! How she loved those labored short-breaths finally erupting into a loud, drawn-out shameless groan when he spilled over. Just hearing how much he enjoyed himself, enjoyed himself to the full, made her head spin.

Afterward, they just lay there panting. Both in their own bed and yet never closer. Not since Eleven.

As the sweat cooled, Effie waited for the embarrassment to kick in. The self-consciousness. The remorse, for going all the way with him – again – when they weren’t even together anymore. Well … not technically.

But how could you possibly regret something when it felt so good?

Haymitch spoke up first.

“Just look at this mess …”

“What?” asked Effie, out of breath.

“My bed”, said Haymitch, disgruntled. “I haven’t nutted in like forever. The amount of cum just now … fucking ridiculous.”

“Oh, that’s hot.”

“It’s sticky, is what it is. I just changed these sheets.”

“When?”

“Two-three months ago. Give or take.”

“Eew!” Effie laughed. “Well, now you’ve got the perfect excuse to go re-do it.”

“Great. More work. Thanks, Eff.”

“Poor Haymitch.” Effie put in her best effort to contain the rest of her giggles but no one could say she did a very good job. “Next time just remember to keep a sock by the phone.”

It wasn’t until later, when she blew out the candle and lay there in the dark, alone with her thoughts, that she fully realized what she said.

Next time.

[garbinge]

Seen

Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter) Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (quick interaction at the end!)

Day 21 from these April Prompts: A slight change in appearance

Summary: A little one shot of Lara and her pops, Bishop. I don’t have a place for this in my multi chap, Contaminated but there is some background from that story here. (You really only need to read the first two chapters but don’t really have to!)

Words: 1.8k 

Warnings: Angsty af. Daddy Issues. Mentions of murder and drinking.

A/N: This was pure coping for me, lol. 

​Contaminated Taglist: ​Using my Contaminated Taglist for this, I’m not sure where in the timeline of the multi chap this goes down but it does fit somewhere lol.  @est1887​ @minimel-fics​ @spnaquakindgdom​ @nessamc​ @alienstardust​@mrsstevenbuchananstark @hinagiku0​ @lyly00​ @drabbles-mc​ @lilac-tea-time​  @justreblogginfics​ @danzer8705

The night was early, but Lara was over being out and socializing. She had spent a majority of the night outside of EZ’s trailer with him and Frankie, just bullshitting the time away but now found herself walking back to the clubhouse. She hoped maybe Angel was back from whatever run he was out on and could take her home. 

The sound of Taza’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts, her head raised to see him calling her from the porch. 

“Lara!” His hand raised as if she wasn’t able to see him. 

“What’s up?” She answered him as she got closer to the steps. 

“Do you mind taking your dad home? He uh- he really isn’t in any condition to drive.” 

“Can’t like Uncle Hank take him or something, me and him aren’t really–”

Before Lara could even finish her sentence, the clubhouse door barreled open and Bishop’s voice was the only thing that could be heard probably in a 5 mile radius. 

“Heee-hey!” He called out and threw his arm over her and Taza weighing them both down. “My best friend and my daughter, what more could I ask for?” His breath reeked of alcohol, it was practically pouring out of his pours. 

“Lara’s gonna take you home, mano.” Taza shifted in a way to lean most of Bishop’s weight on him so it wasn’t weighing down too much more on Lara. 

“Nah, nah, nah, nah” He repeated over and over again like saying it the first time wasn’t enough. “I can get home, I can take my truck.” Bishop pointed to where he thought his truck was but was far from the correct location. 

“No c’mon, I’m gonna take you back home.” Lara started to move down the stairs. “Let me get your keys.” 

“In a bit, let’s go back and hang for a little bit, there’s still a lot of people here.” Bishop’s words slurred as he tried to turn back around. 

“Give Lara the keys, Bish.” Taza’s voice was firm but still soft. 

“Alright.” Bishop gave up when Taza gave the direction, his misogyny showing. 

Taza took over getting the man into the passenger seat of his truck, letting Lara stand outside the driver's seat fiddling with the keys. 

“He’s good to go.” Taza came back over to the driver's side to hug the girl goodbye. 

“Real quick,” Lara pushed off the car and spoke to Taza. “Is Angel here? I had to ask him something about the scrapyard paperwork.” Lara came up with an excuse that by reading his expression Taza bought. 

“Ah, no, he’s not here. Still out with Gilly. I can let him know you were looking for him once he’s back.” 

“No, it’s fine. I’ll find him when I find him.” She shrugged and turned to get into the car. 

“He’s practically knocked out, should be an easy ride home, once he wakes up at the house he should be good to walk in with little help.” Taza called out to her. 

He wasn’t asleep. Or he wasn’t asleep for long. Just after Lara adjusted the seat and mirrors to fit her height and was making the right out of the scrapyard he opened his eyes. He was still out of it, but he definitely wasn’t asleep. 

“Where the fuck am I?” Bishop’s voice wasn’t at a yell but it wasn’t normal either. 

“I’m driving you home.” Lara’s voice was dull, just giving information not trying to poke the bear. 

His head snapped over to his daughter, taking in the site of her driving his car because he was too drunk to drive. His head fell back against the head rest and he closed his eyes, slightly ashamed at everything. 

“You, uh.” He sat up now, adjusting his posture in the seat. “You look different. You got” he moved his hand up to point towards his head. “You got new glasses or something like that?” 

“Something like that.” Lara responded. 

“Alright.” Bishop snapped. “I know I was a failure of a fuckin’ father.” Bishop spit out one of the most harsh sentences. “I got one kid dead and the other doesn’t even wanna talk to me.” 

The emotion was bubbling up in him, the drunkenness making it worse as his words slurred and he stuttered to find the things he wanted to say. 

“I know you hate me.” 

That sentence felt loud and clear. 

Lara’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as she got uncomfortable, she felt like a kid again, helpless, hopeless. 

“I was an awful father.” He was repeating the same things over and over again. “I pushed you away, I pushed your mom away, I pushed Antonia away. I lost Aiden, I lost your mom, I lost Antonia. I’m losing you.” 

“I didn’t realize I bought tickets to the pity party.” Lara spoke out, not wanting to sit in the uncomfortableness of everything. 

Bishop didn't say anything, just leaned against the passenger side window. 

“You weren’t a shitty father. You did what you thought was right.” Her voice was firm but she was trying to comfort him. 

“No. I was. You fuckin’ hated me. You left, you went off and moved in with some fuckin’ piece of shit. Only need me to clean up your dirty work.”

Lara knew he wasn’t trying to direct that anger on her or at her, he thought he was just shitting on himself but in the process, he was bringing his daughter down with him. Those words cut Lara deep. But the next ones cut deeper. 

“I’m just your piece of shit father. President of a fuckin’ MC, a goddamn gang. I’m the president of a fuckin’ gang and my daughter is a murderer.” 

My daughter is a murderer.

Lara tried to swallow the pain that came with that sentence but she felt it coming back up her throat. She tried to forget about the traumatic events of what was self defense towards her ex but every so often they found a way of sneaking back in, but all on her own account. Never her fathers. She pulled into his driveway now, what felt like hours of hearing Bishop shit on himself and now Lara was only 15 minutes from the clubhouse to his home. 

“We’re here.” Lara said, still monotone as she stepped out of the car and moved over to his side of the truck to guide his drunk being inside.

“Who's taking you home?” 

The sentence offered a moment of something, relief might have been too generous of a word but some hope for better conversation until Bishop shattered it with his next ones. 

“Cause you’re not fuckin’ stayin’ here.” 

Again, he was in his own pity party and he was dragging Lara down with him whether he knew it or not. 

“Look, you either got to move the fuck on or shut the fuck up.” Lara was over this, she wasn’t a kid anymore, she wasn’t going to take this. 

“Ge the fuck out of here.” Bishop snapped right back at the girl. 

Lara was now standing in the driveway staring at her father who barely could hold himself up when she nodded her head and took a step back. 

“Aiden might be gone for good. But I’m here. All I’ve ever wanted was to be here. I left because you made me. You pushed me out. I’ll get the fuck out of here, no problem. Because, hey,” Lara shook her head and smiled through the tears, “that’s what we do best, Dad. You push people away and I’ll just keep running away.” Her feet moved to walk away from him, not wanting to let him get another word in but his arm extended out to grab her. 

“Don’t!” She yelled out the first word. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” The volume of her voice lowered but it was pointed and said between her gritted teeth. 

 Bishop was quick to retreat to the house, turning off all the lights which left Lara sitting at the curb crying in the dark as she pulled out her phone.

“Hey, I was just about to call you. We just got back to the club.” Angel’s voice was chipper. 

“Can, can you come pick me up?” Lara got the sentence out through sobs. 

Angel’s voice immediately turned from chipper to worried, “Are you okay?” 

“Yea, I just need a ride. I’m at my dads.” Lara wiped the tears and took a deep breath in followed by a few sniffles. 

“I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” 

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Lara expected to hear a motorcycle pulling up in front of the house but was shocked to see Felipe’s truck with Angel in the driver’s seat before he threw the car in park and hopped out to help her up off the curb. 

“You aight?” Angel asked as his hands met hers and brought her back into a standing position.

“Why didn’t you bring the bike?” Lara didn’t let go of his hands. 

“You didn’t sound like you were in the state to ride, plus didn’t know if this was more of a stealth pick up thing.” He pointed to Bishop’s house. 

Lara nodded as he helped her into the passenger seat and made his way back over to the driver’s side. Once he was in the car and situated, he looked at the girl. He wanted to ask her what happened but he noticed there was something different about her appearance, something small, but he put his finger on it immediately. 

“You cut your hair.” He said it with a smile. 

Lara looked back at him with frown and a smirk peeked through her tears. 

“You noticed?” 

“Yea it looks good.” Angel nodded and moved to place the car in drive. 

Angel wasn’t the type to notice things like that, and Lara really wasn’t one to care much either, but after the start of her conversation with her dad, this felt like some type of universal sign. She felt wanted. She felt safe. She felt seen. 

That’s all she really wanted. To feel seen. 

[patchworkpiratebear]

My first ever try at writing fanfic! A micro script for a silly scene (set in season 1 or 2? I'm not even sure!)

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(The crew are on shore leave, hanging around in a comfy pub. Stede & his new pal Sam Bellamy are sitting close together on a small sofa, chatting animatedly and laughing. Ed enters the room.)

Ed: "Eh? What the fuck, Stede?! You could have let me down gently, if you're not interested!"

Stede: "If I'm not interested in what?"

Ed: "Interested in me, you dick! Could have fucking said something."

Stede: "Of course I'm interested in you, Edward! You're the MOST interesting person I've ever met!"

Ed: "Well, uh... yeah, thanks, mate. But that's not what I meant! I thought you were INTERESTED, like... in us maybe being... sort of... together...?"

Stede: "Whatever do you mean, Edward? We ARE together!"

Ed: "What, you're with this guy? That was bloody fast, you only met him today!"

Stede: "What? No, dear, I'm with you!"

Sam: "Uh... Stede? If you two are an exclusive couple, why have you been flirting with me all evening?"

Ed: "We're a couple?!"

Stede: "I was flirting?!"

Sam: "Ok, sounds like you guys need to have a bit of a chat... I'll leave you to it..."

Ed: "Stede? ARE we a couple?"

Stede: "Yes? I mean, I hope so! I mean, I thought so? Do you... would you like to be?"

Ed: "YES! Fucking hell man, this is brilliant! So... when do you think we got together? You never mentioned it, you absolute nut."

Stede: "Why would I mention it? I thought you knew, I thought it was your idea! Two weeks ago, Edward, don't you remember? You gave me those lovely flowers! And you said such sweet things..."

Ed (fondly): "Yeah, I was totally flirting with you, ya lunatic... didn't realise you thought we'd got beyond that point. No objections though!"

Stede: "Sam, I really am terribly sorry! I didn't realise my conversation had implied romantic overtones. So impolite of me to proposition you like that, you must think me a dreadful cad."

Sam: "It's fine, man, I really didn't mind. Like, at all. Ok... night night chaps. Good luck..."

Stede: "Oh, um... in that case, thank you? So, I should apologise that I was not in fact 'making a pass' at you?"

Sam: "All good. I'll just... Yeah, bye."

Lucius & Pete, from across the room: "Hi, handsome, care to join us?"

Stede: "Well, Edward, sounds like we have plenty to talk about! Come up to my room to discuss this in private?"

(They go up to Stede's room.)

Stede: "Bit cosier in here, yes?"

Ed smouldering-bedroom-eyes Teach, looking Stede up & down: "Yeah, this is great."

Stede completely-oblivious Bonnet: "Wonderful! Now, we really must decide what date to count as the anniversary of us getting together. What with me thinking it was a couple of weeks ago, and you thinking it's today. We could maybe just compromise and celebrate both?"

Ed: "Sure thing, mate. Both sounds good. Wait... you actually literally meant you wanted to talk in private, didn't you?"

Stede: "Well, yes, I thought it would be easier? We can go back downstairs if you prefer though?"

Ed: "Nah, this is fine. So... you want to discuss our anniversaries...?"

Stede: "Indeed! Do you think three per year is too many?"

Ed: "What? Why three?"

Stede: "For when we make it official, I mean. Won't be any room for uncertainty on the exact date of that, I wouldn't think! So, we'll have three anniversaries each year. Is that too greedy?"

Ed: "Stede, my love. My total fucking lunatic. We can have an anniversary every bloody week if you want! Every day even!"

Stede: "Oooh, every week sounds good! Daily might be a bit excessive I suppose..."

Ed: "So... if I wait a week before snogging your face off, does that work well as another anniversary...?"

Stede: "Oh. Oh dear. No, that won't do at all."

Ed: "It won't?"

Stede: "I really don't think we need to wait that long, do we? Maybe today could be a sort of..."

(Both): "...multi-purpose anniversary?"

[doshiart]

Gallavich Intro

uh huh, thank you @callivich for these encouragement reblogs post, so here we are!

(nick)Name: Doshi

Age: 22

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? I mean… gallavich, they're they. Okay, if serious, I just knew about them but never interested in it and don't remember whether I watched this show before or not. But I seen all of seasons attentively only in November 2023. Then I fell into it entirely and completely.

How long have you been a fan? 3.5 months / since November 2023

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? oh god, it's hard.. so many really awesome scenes. I want to highlight a few and maybe make a top.

Mickey Watching Over Ian [S04E07] — my s-tier, i love re-watch this scene, i love this song (and i'm so sad that it's been removed from spotify but ok whatever). It's incredibly emotional, that's all. Mickey is so protective, there are so many thoughts on his face. And this silent talk with Svetlana screams very loudly for me. I just like to think that in that moment Mickey is thinking about how much he loves Ian and how glad he is that he's finally here.

"First Time I Felt Anything Since…" [S05E10] — just one more emotional scene before disaster. Really like it and the song is good too.

The Club Kiss [S04E08] — they are so touch starved for each other's. yummy.

"I Gotta Worry. You're My Husband." [S11E04] — it's really sad that this scene was deleted :\

"Rain On Me." [S11E07] — PLEASE they're so domestic and comfort, singing together, what could be better??

idk i just can't stop?? ok i'm quickly pick these important ones for me: "Don't." [S03E12] "Ian. Look At Me." [S04E10] "Sorry I'm Late." [S05E08] The Dock Scene [S07E10] "A lot." [S07E11]

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? Carl! I actually really love a lot of the characters, but Carl the most. Love his character development, love his sibling bonding with Debbie and how they grew together, as well as his brotherly relationship with his elders. Love his interactions with Mickey and wish there was more. He's so sweet and silly kitty. I also had a crush on Sandy and would have liked to see more of a storyline with Debbie, but eh.

Do you write or draw or make edits? I draw! tag in tumblr / commissions open + other social

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I'm absolutely in love for AUs! Before gallavich I didn't realize how much I loved the AUs. It's just amazing and this fandom is amazing because there are so many things I want to read, but there are sooooo many. I love multi-chaps and slowburn! Any universe, the main thing is our boys and tension between them!

Most of all I want to mention my love for texting/social media or something like that. I like it when text messages are inserted into the writing.

I prefer fluff, but I have nothing against angst, only if it is hurt/comfort. I love getting different emotions and I love crying too, but I don't like bad endings.

Favourite Gallavich quote? "You're Under My Skin, Man." "What You And I Have Makes Me Free." "Hit My Husband Again, I'll Fucking Kill You." "Don't fucking tell me what's impossible! We're taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family. "Fuck You, Fuck You, And Especially Fuck You!"

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? I'm a bit of a shy introverted lurker and didn't understand at all how tumblr blogging system worked until that moment, usually I just threw my art and ran away. But now I'm watching how people do their posts (use a queue?? what). And I wasn't completely sure how to blog with drawings without turning it into something personal, but it seems that's the point of blog?

So I'm just getting used to everything and want to stay in the shameless fandom, because it's very nice to be here. You are all very nice people and I have already become attached to y'all.

Apart from anything else, I have a huge obsession. I constantly read something new that comes into my hands, and I have a lot of ideas for new arts. (I might even want to do an edit, but shhh, I'm not sure I'm really mentally ready yet haha).

So yeah, you are truly amazing and I hope to be more active in the fandom! <3

[kursedmayo]

Story time. I think Donnie would also hate most lipbalm. They're so fucking greasy on the lips and good lord, I would rather feel the pain of dry ass lips than have it plump and moisturized but feeling like I just put cooking oil on, so with the power of headcanon on my side I'm inflicting this annoyance to him too.

I bet he takes like an obscene amount of time researching on lip products before realizing that there's no guarantee that they'll help all too much because he's half-turtle, his skin is different than a human's, which eventually compels him to go on a sort of lip care pilgrimage trying out all sorts of lip balm, like a lot of them. A LOT of them. He jots down the results in a fun little spreadsheet before he manages to narrow down to one brand which happens to be from a smaller, more ethical company than the rest. Even if that brand was much more expensive than others, its not as if he didn't have money that he stole to spend on quality products, so he managed to put his cracked lip woes to rest.

Unfortunately for him however, his brothers keep stealing from him so he barely even get to use the stuff he buys.

Mikey's the biggest culprit of this of course, he's one hell of a yapster (/pos ofc I love Mikey) his lips dry out easily, and he doesn't usually carry a lip balm with him (because he forgets to/keep losing them/keep eating them) so sometimes he just swipes on those bad boys off Donnie's pouch and he doesn't even notice and well, its not as if Donnie wants to take it back anyways. Its already got his lil bro's cooties all over it.

Meanwhile, Leo mostly just steals for funsies. He doesn't even use the ones he steals from Donnie, He's got like, a whole stash of flavored lip balms because he's the face man, he doesn't want chapped lips it'll ruin his gorgeous face! Anyways he gets a whole different bunch in case he loses one (which he never does) and keep buying some until he amassed a whole ass collection (which Mikey also steals from, not that Leo minds). He doesn't need to steal Donnie's, but its REAL fun to figure out how to. He'd literally figure out a whole ass 8 step plan in his head and even learn new tricks with his portals because Donnie literally had to resort to locking his lip balms up in a multi-password protected vault, only to end up not even using the damn stolen things because like Donnie, ew his twin's cooties.

Donnie's extra offended because of that cuz like, at least use the damn thing like Mikey does you heathen he paid 15 dollars for a tube!!

Anyways, since Donnie's no pushover he schemed to get revenge on Leo and begun to steal his chapsticks too, much to Leo's (hypocrital) annoyance and amusement, so now there's an unspoken war that's happening in the Hamato household at the moment which they both refuse to back down on.

Meanwhile, Raph's at the corner just shaking his head in exhasperation. He doesn't really care much about lip balms in the first place because he didn't really use those, but Donnie got disturbed seeing him walking around with El Niño on his lips one winter and begrudgingly gave him one to use, which Raph does use but only sparingly so he doesn't run out, though it's not like he doesn't have money to buy his own cuz he does off jobs in the hidden city then and again. Also he kinda gave up trying to stop the disaster twins from fighting over lip balm because they're gonna keep doing it anyways, so he kinda just kinda tune them out when something inevitably explodes in Donnies lab and Leo comes out running holding a lil tube. Mikey gets let off the hook though, lil bro priveledges you know?

So yeah.

Even if there's a huge L in Leonardo there's still two Ls in Donatello. He's gonna be having PTSD flashbacks whenever someone mentions chapsticks near him for sure.

[mistystarshine]

I have a challenge for you, if you're interested. Can be a one shot or a multi chapter, but, I've read all your Hazbin stories, and there's one common denominator. If Sinner Adam/Sinner Lute/Either of them interact with Vaggie, Vaggie doesn't forgive them. Which she's right to! However, do you think you could craft a scenario where she actually does forgive them? As awful and as shitty as they are but by the end Vaggie has forgiven them? Is it possible with her character, do you think?

Love your work! Hope you have a good day

AAAH thank you for this ask, I absolutely love it!

And the answer is!

Yes! I actually have two upcoming fics where Vaggie forgives Adam and Lute. However, both of them are multi-chaps that haven't been posted yet. Both of them have extreme circumstances behind them though.

The first is an Attack on Titan AU, so the setting is completely different from Hazbin canon. However, Lute and Adam do still turn on, main, and try to kill Vaggie. However, without giving too many spoilers, a lot of terrible things happen to people in this setting, but Adam gets what is arguably the worst deal in the fic (and SNK lore) that isn't a guaranteed death sentence. (Rarely. Very, very, very rarely, one in a million miracle chance, it can be survived. Otherwise, it's a fate worse than death.) ((Adam fills a frankenstein'd combination of three roles from SNK, and if you've read it, you can probably guess what one of them is now.)) Between that, him and Lute having a genuine change of heart, and making a significant positive difference going forward, she's able to forgive them eventually.

The second is my canon-setting zombie apocalypse au. Which. It's a zombie apocalypse au. I feel like that says all that needs to be said.

Additionally, Vaggie will never be able to forgive either of them in Tokyo Ghoul AU since the betrayal was so much more personal, but she does come to feel... relatively sympathetic toward them.

Eventually.

After a very long time.

In my Chainsaw Man AU, she probably will end up forgiving Lute. She also feels very sympathetic toward Adam, but will definitely never be able to forgive him. It's not for maiming and abandoning her this time! But he certainly does. A Thing. (Let's all hear it for Chainsaw Man AU Adam for being my least mentally stable Adam yet! That is an ACCOMPLISHMENT!)

Finally, I have no fucking clue what'll happen in Fade. I have no plan for that one, just Vibes.

[on-softs]

1 and 3!!

for this fic rec ask meme:

Favorite fic you read this year?

I mean, really, it's got to be Only Memories by my good buddy @garage-gremlin. This fic came out of so many fun hours of WHAT IF chatting and watching them evolve it into the actual multi chap epic it is now was so fucking cool man. It could not be understated how much work they put into it, and anyone who considers themselves a maxiel or omegaverse fan (or, I would argue, people who think they don't even LIKE one of these things) should absolutely check it out to see such a unique take on both

3. Fic that made you reconsider a ship?

This might be kind of moronic but Secrets Like Peach Pits by @yekoc made me uhhhh understand bottom Max (within Maxiel) for the first time?? The first one that made me go OH oh this is how it could be. Moronic not because of the quality of the fic (which is mind meltingly good) but because previous to that I had only been in garage-gremlin DM brainstorming world pretty much not involved in the fandom at all and really had only the dynamic of Only Memories to riff on, which is very toppy Max. But then this story opened my third eye, holy shit. THE PINK DR3 SHIRT. I have still never recovered.

[gallawitchxx]

Hahaha bee 🖤 I love your take on the Milwaukee comment! but here me out -

Mickey would do it only if it was really important to Ian. Not in the “move to Milwaukee to be closer to Lip” kind of way. Obviously not. Mickey would get both himself and Ian in prison to avoid moving there for lip.

But like… let’s say Ian can only get retrained to be an EMT in Milwaukee (for some odd and fictional reason) do you think Mickey would say no? I’m sure his first instinct is “no fucking way.” But when he really thinks about it… for Ian? That man would do anything.

(disclaimer: I have never been to Milwaukee, nor do I ever plan to be, so maybe Milwaukee is that bad, that even Mickey milkovich can’t stand it)

hahahaha ok this gave me a good laugh—sure, if by some fictional reason ian could ONLY BE TRAINED IN WISCONSIN, i’m sure mickey would go. because he loves ian & they’re married & sometimes you relocate with so your spouse can follow a dream.

but hear ME out:

Ways Mickey Milkovich Would Go Back to Prison (for Ian) Before Moving to Milwaukee (also for Ian):

(& no milkwaukee hate here. it’s a fine town, i just think that mickey would never want to move there…)

mickey plans a whole night to recreate their infamous dock reunion & between rounds 2 & 3, calls in a tip for indecent public exposure, which violates their parole

mickey decides it’s finally time to take revenge on k*sh for all of the disgusting pedo grooming shit & shoots up the store even though it’s under new ownership & linda & the boys left the southside years ago…

mickey tells ian that they can’t move because he needs to get a check-up, which makes ian suspicious because when has mickey ever cared about doctors? but he gets it real quick when the appointment confirmation pops up on mickey’s phone while he’s in the bathroom… & lists n*d as the head of the practice…

there’s a new shopping center in the southside & everyone knows it’s gonna get busted up in no time at all… especially that new watch store that went in… shit, ian would love that black & chrome one with all the little wheels on the side…

ok now because tumblr hates me, i added this poll accidentally, but cannot delete it??? so now everyone vote for your favorite option 😇

thanks everyone for helping me brainstorm for my next canon divergent multi-chap 😉 (for legal reasons, that was a joke!)

[jademickian]

hello! long-time lurker here. feeling very brave right now and very much felt encouraged by @callivich​, so here i go.

Name: jade

Age: 20 sumn

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? aside from the fact that their love story probably covers every possible trope ever and noel and cam truly lived and breathed these characters into life, as a closeted kid who had once ‘loved’ and was extremely afraid to be found, i also deeply related to their initial struggles with the hiding and the pushing away. but the way ian and mickey made it ! and got married ! and things are generally looking up ! it’s such a joy to witness and fills me with great hope.

How long have you been a fan? a year and three months! i know, i know... i’m a baby. but there is nothing very baby about how this show and ship changed my brain chemistry because i have never devoted this much on anything until... well.

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? oh man it’s like picking a favorite child... can i say everything? no? okay i would say s3e3, when they were running away from the cops after mickey headbutted n*d on the street. it’s so carefree, they were just two boys laughing and running without a hint of what’s to come and now i’m crying!

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? fiona. is that a red flag? idk but i’ll defend her and let her knock me out actually.

Do you write or draw or make edits? i create when i feel too much or when an idea is ping ponging around my head and demands to be known by the world or when something i want to consume has not existed yet. so i have a very sporadic relationship with making stuff (also because college sucks). i (sort of) write and make video edits or memes.  

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? i love AUs. god i LOVE aus. i prefer multi-chaps, but i also adore extremely witty one shots with good dialogue or banter. nothing in particular. just put those boys in situations and i will eat it up.

Favourite Gallavich quote? SO many great ones. my first one would always be the classic “what you and i have makes me free”, but aside from that there’s also “we got nothing to be ashamed of” “what fucking world do you live in?” because holy shit.

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? head empty no thoughts. just want to say, every one on here is so fucking talented and welcoming. the words, the art, the fics, the gifs, the manips, the hilarious text posts, the metas, the podcasts, etc. i see you. you keep this community alive and it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. and i’m so, so grateful. i internally squeal every time someone makes something because wow i get these treasures for free. all for the love of some silly lil boys. wonderful, wonderful gift. i am a chronic introvert folks and is a very awkward human and sometimes i still feel shy but really, all i want to do is scream at you for how great you all are.

[clawbehavior]

Hello, I hope you are having a lovely day/night 💞🌷🏵️🍵

For the ao3 wrapped:

11,12,15,18

omg these asks led me on a trip down memory lane and made me so excited for my biggest WIP (which has also been a pain in my ass), so tysm for sending them anon ❤️❤️🙏

11. What work took you the longest to write?

hands down 'everything everywhere all at once', my modern au where gaon drops out of law school when his parents die and falls for their private money lender, kyh, against his better instincts. here's the funny thing: i intended to complete in one one week with 3 chapters published in 3 days!! i started it in January 2023, nearly a year ago. 

i love this story so much. i wanted to write a gentle kyh for gaon so badly, but that's difficult to do for canon unless i wrote them post-canon. so i made an angsty au. this story was also my first true foray into FF writing on a03 years and years after i had put content creation aside, and the story ended up becoming a gateway to a totally new side of TDJ fandom. people share so many beautiful ideas about the lawful family in their story comments that fic writing feels like a rich conversation. so many times i have written gahan one way to read somebody's thoughts in the comments and go ahhhh i didn't even think of that. hearing people's perspectives has been such a rewarding and crucial piece of writing bc i am a person who works best when sounding ideas off another. 

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

straight for the heart, lmao. i have three, all 95 per cent ready for publication, in that the story is fully written out and the dialogue is completely polished in some areas but i am missing a key part that's critical for bringing the story together. it's too clunky basically. 

for example, when i was writing 'i hope you are lonely' the sex tape fic, i had everything written except a single scene: i couldn't figure out how gaon publicly responded to the tape. this was a crucial part of the story because his emotion would set the tone for how comfortable he felt expressing sexual desire for yohan and thus the progression of their relationship. was he hurt and afraid? angry and sexually frustrated? wanting revenge or to move on? and how did all those emotions shape what he asked yohan for, a man who would give him whatever he wanted. so this nearly complete draft was sitting in my GD for weeks until a reader asked me when i was updating and while i was typing out everything above just how i wrote it for you some part of my brain suddenly woke up and came up with a solution. i published the fic the next day. 

all this to say that the 3 stories i have lined up for publication are experiencing the same thing. basically polished except for oooooone thing. i need to tease out what a character feels about a specific event to successfully build the tension until it ratchets up to unbearable levels and needs to be released right the fuck now, i.e. theyre going to talk about it or fuck it out or whatever. but until that piece comes to me....these fics remain in the drafts. who knows tho, maybe after this a03 wrapped my ADHD brain will pop back in and do it's darned job. 

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

all of them! i don't publish a multi chap unless i have the ending written. otherwise it stays a oneshot. rn i am excited for i hope you are lonely, elevator troubles, and everything everywhere all at once.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

isaac! i actually didn't realize this until you asked me in concrete terms, so thanks for helping me articulate the writing block i am having. it's the kang isaac in my money lender au. he does something that has significant consequences but needs plausible deniability for the story to work. i can't nail down why he does it tho. he meddles, and he's foolish and he causes trouble but not vindictively or deliberately. his heart is in the right place, but how do i write him without overly abusing the trope of the good guy who bumbled his way into something wrong? now that i'm asking myself this specific question, i may come up with an answer. 

thinking through this was loads of fun and a perfect way to spend lunch break pfft. you have yourself a good weekend 🎉🎉🥳🎉🎊🎉🥳

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 45

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Summary: Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming.

Chapter 45, Take me drunk, I'm home

He staggered through the rain, wetter than a shot of whiskey dropped into a mug of beer. Nothing but thick black clouds above.

No moon. No stars. You couldn't see anything but the path right in front of you. Nothing to guide your way but the distant lights of the district.

The duffel bag was lost. Probably in a ditch somewhere. Soaked and vile. Like its owner. Or maybe he just tossed the thing in some corner of the train, after he’d finished the last bottle. He couldn't recall.

Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. Now that Effie and the kids were gone.

Where were they now? Which district? Did she manage to get them to sleep on time or was she still on rocking duty? Exhausted. Alone. While the train added mile after mile between them.

Once his family had gotten onboard back in Eleven, he was supposed to just sit back and wait. Bags packed. Ticket in hand, until his own train pulled into the station.

But he didn't. Walking up and down that misty platform. The smell of damp concrete. Distant rumbling. The unforgiving sky, overrun by storm clouds as dark as the soul of president Snow.

He couldn't stand 5 minutes of it. Hell, not even one.

If he was going to wait, might as well do it on a bar stool.

One of the local pubs was just around the corner. Chaff told him as much. Back when they were passing a bottle between themselves, he described the way in detail. The shops. The landmarks. Which road to turn and when.

“We’ll go there someday”, he said, the last time they ever spoke to each other. “Bring the little lady. If we survive this blasted war, drinks are on me.”

The bell above the door gave a merry tinkle when Haymitch pushed inside, 10 minutes later.

Just like Twelve, he thought. The one Sae and Ripper put up at the Hob made the exact same noise.

In the end, he didn’t mount a bar stool. Place was far from empty, despite the bad weather. Or maybe because of it. He couldn’t sit and wonder which ones of them mourned Chaff. Or – worse – if no one was even left besides Pearl, still alive to do so.

“A bottle of wine please”, he said and set the duffel bag on the counter. “Red. Whatever looks good. Or better yet, make it two. And the amber one over there.” He gestured to the rows by the mirror. “No need for a glass.”

The barkeep recognized him. One glance told him as much. But then again, who didn’t?

Must be Bernard, he thought. Unless the owner of this place had changed since the end of the war. Lean fellow. Same skin tone as Chaff, but his hair was grayer by the temples.

At least he didn't tell him to get the fuck out of his pub. The man simply reached for the desired bottles and set them on the counter, one by one.

“Will I have my work cut out for me later?” Bernard’s voice – if it was Bernard – was neither merry nor hostile. Just practical. Matter-of-factly.

“No”, Haymitch said. “I'm not staying. Not for long.” He got out his wallet, handed over the last of the ruffled bills. “Keep the change. Can you remind me I need to leave in an hour?” He glanced at the wall clock. “Hour-fifteen minutes? There's a train I gotta catch. Can't miss it.”

“Sure.”

Bag clunky and heavy, clinking with bottles, he found his way out into the beer garden. Dumped himself by the first available bench. The moist which had collected in vast continents on the painted wood, instantly soaked through his underwear.

More of the stuff trickled inside the collar of his shirt. Tepid as a cup of tea, forgotten on the mantelpiece. Summer rain, the kind that made you sweat even more.

Whatever. Here he was alone. The leafy trees growing around him offered some shelter but still: No one dumb enough to loiter out here today.

He unzipped the bag. Twisted the top of the first bottle he encountered. Didn't even hesitate before he had the first sip.

What for? Effs and the kids weren’t here. Amy. Ian. God only knew when he’d hold them in his arms again. No. He couldn't think of one good reason why he should board his train stone-cold sober.

Just don't get too deep in your cups, you ass, he warned himself before the second mouthful. Or else they won't allow you on.

He had to go home. Couldn't – wouldn’t – embarrass June and Annabel in front of their friends and neighbors. He'd been enough of a pest whilst under their roof.

Talk about wearing out you're welcome.

Half a bottle. Then the train.

And so he drank. Watched by no one but a ruffled mockingjay hiding in the trees and the occasional pair of eyes through a window.

His recollections thereafter were hazy. Nothing but bits and pieces – the passage of time.

Birds like black confetti, high in the sky. A lone dog barking. The splatter of water through a downpipe. The aftertaste of wine. Fruity and sour.

But the barkeep must have kept his promise because hours later, in the dead of night, the mentor of District 12 staggered out onto his own soil once again. Tanked to the gills. Again.

Home.

Shoulders sagging, rain dripping down his hair, his hands, his eyelashes, he hardly ever looked up. No need. He could walk this way blindfolded.

The ground felt soggy, slippery under his clumsy feet.

Different district. Same downpour. He swore it followed him from place to place. Taunting him.

Not that he didn’t deserve it.

He staggered through puddles as deep as his ankles. Didn’t bother to swerve off his path much. Only mindful of people’s windows. Their vegetable gardens.

Last thing he wanted was to ruin someone’s future dinner or frighten the kids in their beds with the sound of his squelching boots.

Lights were on in maybe one in ten houses. The Goat Man, who had a history of insomnia. Delly Cartwright’s youngest cousin who couldn’t sleep without a night light. Bristel and her husband. Naked and tangled in bed perhaps?

Most were dark though. Doors bolted shut against the night.

Not all of them. Up ahead, he saw the open window. Just slightly ajar to let the air in, on a warm night like this.

Someone was awake. Golden light spilled through the curtains of the living room. As he approached, he could just make out the soft rattle of cutleries against china over the pattering rain. A cup of tea perhaps. Or maybe a bowl of soup.

Half-blinded he rubbed his eyes, his soaked face. A pointless attempt. More than a little round under his feet he made a slack fist and knocked. Once. Twice. Or, in his state, it was more like pounding.

Eyes downcast, the first thing he noticed when she opened the door was her house slippers. Woolly and soft in a quiet pink color. A birthday gift from Hazelle.

Hand against the handle, she wore the same simple robes her mother wore before her. His gaze lingered on the small baby blue flowers around the hemline and the hems of her wrists.

Effie’s work. She stitched them onto the fabric, back during that summer she spent with them after her overdose.

Peeta loved the details and Nella loved the very texture of the little leaves and blossoms. Used to follow them with the tip of her finger.

Forget-me-nots.

Throat choked up, his dull, blood-shot eyes finally met her gray ones.

Seam gray. Like the eyes of his mother. His brother. His son and daughter.

Sae gave a quiet smile. As if expecting him.

“You better come in”, she said. “Before you catch your death out here.”

Haymitch’s face crinkled up like a worn tissue. He couldn’t help it. Couldn’t hide it. Not from her. The tears he’d carried within, for hours and hours – just below the surface – finally welled up.

All at once.

His old babysitter spoke nothing further. Water soaked through her slippers, but she paid it no mind. Just stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.

He tried to speak. Tell her how sorry he was about the hour, the fact that he was drunk, that he didn’t know where else to go – but no words came out. Only sobs.

The old woman held him. Her small frame so frail and yet so strong. She caressed the back of his head, just like when he was a toddler, speaking soft, soothing words in his ear.

And Haymitch clung to her. Like a child to its mama, while raindrops tinked against the sphere-shaped porch light.

[starpiastri]

FIRSTLY i do not know how i hadn't seen your ao3 before now and i'm losing my MIND i'm about to read it all bc i just read casualty of you and now i'm SCREECHING secondly... the fic writer questions: 11, 4, 30, 49! x

FIRSTLY AWAHHHH THABK YOU SO SO MUCH!!!! i hope u enjoy <3333

secondly gonna stick these answers below the cut!!! just because i started rambling ehe

11- Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

oh absolutely pairing-wise it will always be sebmark for me… i think i am just entirely struck by the different phases of their relationship? 2009 is an entirely different vibe to 2013 who is an entirely different vibe to 2017 and that makes fic writing them sooo fun for me its never a chore to write sebmark. beyond this teammate rivalries are just absolutely compelling to me i think the dynamics and intricacies are so so interesting, especially gaining more insight on that from marks book was just eeeee i loved it (fuck u helmut marko for everything you ever do). personality wise too they both suit each other well in terms of rpf and they dynamics that i’ve always written and like writing.

character wise i love writing seb. i rlly hope i do him justice because i just love his voice and his humour and his mannerisms. he’s my love ever and i love him so any pairings with him in i am always heart eyes over.

4 - What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

i’m gonna take this as any fic i’ve written so! i think anything in good men die too verse i am hugely proud of. i did a bit of research for crush about street racing (a lack of in thoroughfare which i often get annoyed about but oh well) and so i think i got the car types right. either way it sounds professional so shrug!

an unreleased fic i have a bit of detail on is my siren!seb fic, its entirely unfinished but i did some research about mythology surrounding mermaids and sirens and think it’s pretty good in that!!!

30 - Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

oh boy most of my ot3 fest fics (i have three fulfilled hopefully! haha 3) were quite a new experience. i won’t spoil a ton but writing threesomes is hard man. lots of limbs

49 - What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

ehehehe. its a another fucking sebmark au! heir to father’s business seb nearly gets assassinated and his driver mark (annoying, gets in the way, keeps making fun of him) saves his life and thus is made his bodyguard in order to protect him. he hates mark already but this really pisses seb off, a constant shadow. also it’s called bad for business yes like the sabrina carpenter song

it’s going to be my first multi chapter and i’m anxious as balls about it and i really kind of hate the tone at the minute so it needs reworking. first chap is basically done but want three written before i post anything just for my own sanity. but here’s a little snippet of them winding each other up

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Why has Britta put the medicine on the top shelf, for fuck’s sake, she knows he’s not that tall. He gets on his tiptoes, but the box is pushed further back by the tips of his fingers, rather than grabbing it.

“Let me, Mr Vettel.”

And then, the lean body of Sebastian’s driver against the back of him, reaching up to the shelf with zero effort. His fingers dash against Sebastian’s, and it’s a much more successful retrieval, bringing down the box of pills to his height.

Sebastian turns, putting his back to the countertop, the bare skin under his hoodie just brushing the cool marble. He’s close enough that he can smell Webber’s cologne - sharp. Masculine. Like the rest of him, ever predictable.

Webber takes a short step back, probably assessing how abnormally close they were. He puts the box into Sebastian’s open palm. The pills shake inside upon impact. He’s pleased, but through gritted teeth, like a dog finally being allowed a treat.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

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so yeah!!!! i rlly hope i do finish it and get it out because the idea has been brewing for months.

thank u so much for all the questions and ofc the love for casualty of you <33

[curator-on-ao3]

Director's cut for Autobiography of Kristin Clancy OR a Voyager of your choice (of the 72 of them!!?!)

Whoa. I’ve written 72 Voyager fics? That’s … wow.

I so much appreciate this opportunity, @nab999, and I think I’ll talk about my girl, Admiral Kirsten “Sheer Fucking Hubris” Clancy. 💪 ❤️

Some quick facts:

After key aspects of The Autobiography of Kirsten Clancy burst into my mind like the Kool-Aid Man through a wall, I sat on the ideas for more than a year because I didn’t want to put in the time and effort the story would require.

Writing an entire-ass autobiography (not even a memoir) for a character who has, generously speaking, three scenes, is a bit much, even for me.

After I wrote this story that I hadn’t wanted to write, I wrote maybe a dozen ficlets spread across five other AO3 stories, plus a multi-chap (Kirsten Clancy/Katrina Cornwell) set in the same universe.

I am so damn glad I wrote this fic.

Look at this bookmark:

And this comment from a professional author (I don’t know how she found the story):

And this tweet from the actress who portrayed Clancy (whom I didn’t tag or try to attract attention from in any way but she somehow found out about the autobiography I wrote for her character):

And I’m gonna drop the link for my Women at Warp blog post about this story, too: https://www.womenatwarp.com/a-story-worth-telling-kirsten-clancy/

Writing this story changed me — for the better. The tight, self-aware point of view was a delicious challenge. Tracing the arc of most of a lifetime was an exercise in patience, even though parts of the story flowed as if the protagonist was whispering in my ear. And what a protagonist! Kirsten Clancy is flawed, foul-mouthed, and absolutely ferocious in her love and protection. She helped hold together the Federation that Jean-Luc Picard could have squandered in his dangerous optimism that led to the attack on Mars. She’s right, except when she’s not. And when she’s wrong, she sometimes she pays mightily for it.

Things I took special pleasure in:

A large, loving family (of origin and of her own creation) because those are under-represented in Trek.

A Starfleet that is not just accommodating but in fact truly helpful when it comes to marriage, family, mental health crashes (sometimes), mentorship, and other needs.

Expanding other minor characters like Sonya Gomez and Edward Jellico. The canon-nameless captain of the Melbourne who dies in Wolf 359 was critical for this story and I love her to this day.

Worldbuilding Mars, a planet we know relatively little about in Trek as opposed to Vulcan or planets in the Bajoran system. I used most of the little canon we have, then built from there.

The flaws in Clancy’s parents. I wrote them as American-style “patriots” who are baffled by their daughter but love her and work very, very hard to open their own minds to understand her and help her reach her goals.

The first original character that occurred to me for this story was Great Aunt Vivienne.

The first image that occurred to me for this story was Kirsten Clancy beaming home after the attack on Mars and crumpling into a loved one’s arms.

The last idea for this story as I outlined was the chapter with the Breen. I actually had two versions of the story for a while, one with the Breen and one without. I’m glad I kept that in.

A part that was painfully rewarding to write was Starfleet Command’s response during the attack on Mars. I modeled that after accounts I’ve read about US airline command center responses during 9/11. One of my “favorite” parts is the admirals arriving from their First Contact Day parties unprepared, out of uniform, running, running, running, Nechayev with her high heels dangling from her finger as she runs barefoot.

Oh, and on the other end of the funny-serious spectrum, Roux, the pilot of the first ship Clancy commands, the Barrie? He’s serial-numbers-barely-filed-off Gordon Malloy from The Orville. Because I can.

Thank you again and again for giving me a chance to talk this story that means so much to me, @nab999. ❤️

Want more information about a fic I wrote? Send me an ask.

[weirdfishy]

20 Qs for Fic Writers

thanks to @mashumaru for tagging me!! <3 i love these, and i've finally got a minute to do it!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

45! i started writing in the end of 2020, it's kina mind boggling to think that it'll have been three years in a couple months

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

76,628 :)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've currently written for Batman, Danny Phantom, BBC's Merlin & Sherlock, Spider-Man/Verse, The Sandman, Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, Heartstopper, Sk8 the Infinity, The Witcher, and BNHA.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Unknown Caller ID - danny phantom x batman, crack treated seriously, something i will eventually continue

Tim Drake's intoduction to ✨Ghosts✨ - dpxdc, silly goofy stuff

by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache - the sandman, dreamling get-together, my first multi-chap that i finished

just slip me on, i'll be your blanket - the sandman, dreamling angst, something that i've so far put a completed, but in my heart of hearts ik it needs more

crack, hob flirts back, heart attack - the sandman, crack, past hobrinthian, pre-dreamling, pov corinthian

5. Do you respond to comments?

i very much try to, yes, but i also tend to leave comments un responded to for fics i have yet to continue/finish

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

what's interesting abt the two fics i think have the angstiest endings, is they kina have the same tone? like, i wrote two fics abt two different characters having a 'life is absolutely terrible rn, i'm grieving the loss of better times, but no matter what i will keep fucking living god damn it'

anyway it's both to be forgotten but not forget (mcu peter parker) and never to sleep, never to die (hob gadling)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

[love how i totally forgot to answer this at first; sorry if tumblr tags u again for my editing]

imma go with something recent, a geraskier blurb based on art, :3 (that's the title, i couldn't come up with anything clever, so it's just that lol)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not directly

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

currently? no. have i? yeah. respect your local smut writers

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i never wrote crossovers prior to getting pulled into danny phantom x dc, and both of my posted ones are among my most popular

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of (if someone does steal a fic- that's shitty.)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not in the sense that someone has asked me to translate and repost, so as far as i know, no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but snake n i have talked about co-writing before (we're busy as shit tho so it's yet to happen)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

merwaine in any form

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

it's not a WIP, but the second fic i ever posted i said i would rewrite and it's yet to come- i don't doubt that i will rewrite it, but that eventually is pretty far

16. What are your writing strengths?

prose-y scene setting maybe? i don't think about this, really, i just write

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

dialogue, in the sense that it doesn't much feature in my fics

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

personally i'll only do it if i'm 200% confident in its meaning (ie i've studied the language or i've got a second reliable opinion)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i've since lost it, but the first thing i wrote was for BTS (2018 almost-disbandment rlly had me emotional, ok?)

20. Favourite fic you've written?

i don't have a favorite, and i'm proud of every new thing bc it's a show of my progress

~

no pressure tags: @oliveofvanders @bootleg-exe & anyone else who would like to :)

[peachyspaceslvt]

˗ˏˋ 💾—wip game ´ˎ˗

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP list, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thank you for the tag @deathmotif 🫶

TANGERINE

Waking up in Vegas - the accidentally married in vegas fic that has been kicking my butt all year

Blood Moon: Part I: vampire!tangerine - the first part of the vampire Tangerine fics

incandescent - my Tan longfic that i'll finish one day

Follow the White Rabbit - the only titled chapter so far of incandescent

Tangerine has handcuffs - yeah

Tangerine x reader fuck in a museum - ....yeah

SAM WINCHESTER

Fade Into You - post s3 sam x reader, v angsty, v smutty

the smuts - self explanatory but the smut portion of a sam fic i'm writing with a friend

crowley fucks ur ass and cries - there's truly no explanation i just named the doc when we were on a call, just another part of the same fic as above

museum curator - museum curator!reader x sam

Mangled Bits of You - reader has a close encounter on a hunt, angst and smut follow

The Sickness You Foster - something, something, smut in a church

DEAN WINCHESTER

super secret smut - i'm not supposed to write about this man but my hand slipped this one time

LOKI

Pretty Venom - multi chap fic that's been in the drafts for.... a minute

BUCKY BARNES

Reflections - another multi chap fic that's taking a solid chunk of my life to write apparently

anyone who wants to do this please feel free to! tag me so i can see your wips <3

[avatarskywalker78]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Thank you very much!!! In no particular order:

when a friendship is found (across the seas) - my Witcher multi-chap I started recently featuring my OC Áine an Tordarroch and her friendships with Eskel, Jaskier, and Ksenia, another OC, and a story I'm proud to have started as she's one of my favourite OCs I've created.

one night changes nothing (except when it changes everything) - my Krypton Seg/Adam fic where they sleep together once and Adam is convinced that it's never going to be anything more - and is somewhat oblivious to Seg's growing feelings for him.

the truth (long overdue) - my Spider-Man 2 fix-it that I'd been meaning to write for years wherein Peter doesn't just take off and instead tries to explain things to Harry, and returns after the battle to give him the full story (as he should've done in the first place)

Contemplation - an FFN import first written in 2012 and the first example of a fic I wrote in response to bullshit canon, after Nintendo decided the Koopalings weren't Bowser's kids after all, so I wrote a story from Ludwig von Koopa's POV about his view on them being left out in the games...but making crystal clear that they would always be his kids to me and in any fics I wrote.

make your choice now (for tomorrow may be far too late) - my second fic centering on Mike Barnes and a fix-it of KK3 where Mike realises that actually, this whole revenge plot is really fucked up and he wants no part in it anymore...and tries to take matters into his own hands when Daniel doesn't believe him (don't worry, he makes it).