permanent interactions call .
by liking this post you are giving me permission to just throw jessie into your inbox randomly , tag you in random starters , and make your muse a more constant person in jessie's life ! this also means more ooc communication for plotting , and establishing more dynamic and fleshed out relationships for our characters . * if we are already actively shipping , by liking this you are giving me permission to up our interactions . multis please list which muses you'd like this for , or say whole blog !
things that jessie can and will probably do for your muse :
bake them treats .
tend to their pets injuries !
steal some things for them !
make them things !
help them with mundane tasks !
listen to their problems and give unwanted advice !
talk their ear off .
things that i ( mimi ) can and will probably do for our muses :
send unprompted memes, asks , and random scenarios for our muses to interact .
hop into your inbox ( through here or discord ) to talk about things that remind me of our characters .
create a tag for us here on tumblr and reblog things for our muses .
create pinterest boards and edits for our muses .
please be aware that i am looking for platonic relationships before shipping , but we can see where things go . jessie will most likely reference your character in threads with others depending on the relationship we create .
below are some platonic and kinda random dynamics i want to explore based on verse !!
wanted connections main verse : best friend , found family , coworkers -- other vets ; bartenders or just odd job workers , friendly and not so friendly neighbors , club / party / drinking buddies , villain that jessie can just scheme against like they're in a cartoon , roomie , annoying classmate she follows on socials , the owner of a place she frequently visits , old classmates and townspeople of where she grew up , friends of her parents ( older muses ) , unrequited crushes ( both sides are welcome ) , friends of her older brother woody , new partners of her older brother woody , more gay friends to do more gay things with , flings that stay flings -- no romantic ties , college friend group .
wanted connections vampire verse : all of the dynamics above , owner of a bunker or safe house , connections for when she stays certain places and needs to start over , personal blood bags , someone to look after her different houses and her pets while she is away . other sires of her now deceased maker father adam ( bio in progress but can be given on request ) to bond with , other vampires from his sireline that hate that she killed him / are after her , family of victims that jessie herself has killed , designers and rich celebrity circles where she would have more access to wealth and money through connections rather than compulsion , old flames and relationships from the past that pop up out of the woodwork every hundred or so years , people to do favors for her in exchange for manual labor like her strength or ability to be somewhere quickly to give messages , witches on standby , ghosts who haunt her house .
wanted connections hunger games verse : other tributes of her games , capitol workers , other members of her district , past winners , mentees , her own mentor and other mentors of the games , game makers , lucky flickerman / effie trinket / canon characters and family of those canons , designers , tribute that kills jessie in her games ( wanting to do a ghost / haunting plot for character work ) , allies , sponsors , cooks , flings , stable hand for when she lives in the capitol for awhile after her games .
wanted connections demigod verse : mentor , bunk mate , sparring partner , monster friend , other demi gods to befriend , quest members (2) open to more than one mun for trio dynamics ! .
if you are interested in writing in the same verse as another mun i am currently writing with that you see on the dash , please contact me so i can set something up to talk with both you and the other mun . i am more than welcoming of threads that involve more than one mun but all parties need to be on the same page in order to proceed <3
wanted settings i would like to explore for misc verses :
western , historical , high fantasy , otherworldly ( alice in wonderland , coraline , narnia , etc ) , apocalyptic , dystopian / utopian .
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The things I do to keep you near.
Ship: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy
Fandom: Hunger Games
Chapter 12: Taking Chances.
Can be read on AO3. <3
74th Hunger Games, part 10.
He hadn’t been in that office since the loss of his family. In Crane’s space, at the time, had been Festus Creed. He had dished out his condolences for the horrible events in such an unaffected way that, in the same tone, he might as well have talked about what he had eaten for dinner the day prior. He had felt strongly about the wooden desk, the golden accents and the rich blue of the walls. Had dreamed of it often. And yet, now, with Effie sitting beside him and Crane in front of them, it didn’t look as striking as it had back then.
He let his hand slide down and hold the leg of Effie’s chair, ready for whatever Crane had in store for them. The Gamemaker’s ominous expression did nothing but flare up his growing concern.
“Can I offer you anything?” Seneca looked at him, pouring himself a drink. He watched the golden liquid swirl inside the crystal glass and gulped, trying to ignore the thirst. He had drunk enough with Chaff already, and whatever this was required his full attention, so he shook his head and looked at Effie who did the same. Probably more for his sake, than anything else.
“Well”, Seneca started, swirling the drink some more, “I have been called just yesterday night for an urgent, and obligatory, reunion with the President himself, other Gamemakers, and the Superior Peacekeeper”. The Council, Haymitch mused. From the corner of his eye, he saw Effie’s brows furrow in confusion, and he couldn’t blame her, for he was sure the same bafflement was evident in his own face.
“I’m sorry for you, but I don’t see how that involves me or my escort”, he snorted, earning himself a glare from the Gamemaker. He was in no position to make jokes, he knew, but he couldn’t help the feeling of triumph that came with putting in his place the Capitol’s golden child.
“It involves you and Euphemia because, during said assembly, I was made aware of your tribute causing civil unrest in District Eleven. Katniss’ stunt of embellishing with flowers Rue did something for the District, and the concern is that it might do something for other District”, the man explained to them both, before turning to him with a pointed look, “Surely, you can see why this involves you and your escort, now”.
Chaff’s warning coming straight out of Seneca Crane’s mouth was enough admonition to make his humor flee, and tighten his grip on Effie’s chair.
“It wasn’t Katniss’ intention, Seneca. It couldn’t be, and I don’t like the suggestion. An obligatory assembly was an exaggerated measure”.
“I never said Katniss intended to cause civil unrest, but you do realize that was the impact. And clearly the Council didn’t think it an exaggerated measure, so I don’t know what tells you that”. Seneca’s expression darkened as he reproached Effie, rendering her to silence. Effie had always been the Capitol’s prettiest puppy, always said the right words and smiled in the right way, especially with the right people, so much that even he was surprised by the way she had readily come to the girl’s defence.
“Why are we here, then?” he asked, trying to draw Crane’s attention to him and the problem.
“Because President Snow, magnanimous as he is, tasked me with solving this… situation. I tried to find a solution, but try as I might I can’t seem to find one that will do. Since it’s your tribute we are talking about, and I so dislike having to bear this boiling potato on my own, I may as well ask you to hold it a little and maybe give me a hand”. He could read the veiled threats behind his words, and didn’t like them one bit. If this was the case not only was the girl in danger, but her family as well and he wasn’t sure the boy wouldn’t get the same treatment.
“We’re not part of the militia, Sen. I am not sure how we could be of help”, Effie said, casting Haymitch an uncertain look.
“I think he intends to use the games”, he mused out loud.
Seneca Crane nodded in his direction but turned his eyes toward Effie, sporting the same condescending smile he always did. He assumed it wasn’t a real one, as he had seen a fair share of those when he and Effie had been together.
“The Games, dear Phim, need something new, and while I could have chosen another District to supplant yours, I think I’d much prefer to solve the problem at the root”.
Our girl caused the problems, we have to solve them.
He sighed, his brain already put in motion to find a way. “I am gathering that it must give the Districts a nice distraction, something to look forward to”, he guessed.
“Yes, something that will draw their attention away, and, also important, will be believable for Capitols as well”.
“Not like it will take a fit, with the bunch of yours”, he heard himself mutter and ignored Effie’s cluck of her tongue.
Silence fell between them, but then, as he grasped tighter on the leg of Effie’s chair, he broke it. “We could play the card of young love. It worked when Peeta revealed his feelings, I don’t see why it couldn’t work now”, he said, shrugging, and saw Seneca consider it with a face.
“Do you think it would work in the Districts?”
“Why not? All these kids are sent to butcher each other, if two won’t it will cause spectacle and a little distraction. It will be big, unheard of, that I can vouch for”, he said, and then continued, “And it won’t even be that expensive, nor will it look like you’re trying too much. I am sure you can put Katniss and Peeta together in some way, and that will do the trick”.
“And that will work on the Capitol as well, as it did during your Quarter Quell”, Seneca said, alluding to the speculation the Capitol had held onto for weeks of how jealous his girl must have been of Maysilee. It took all his strength not to scoff, and he almost missed Effie’s uncomfortable shifting.
“You have to give her, and other Districts, a reason to care as well. It can’t be just Twelve.”, Effie said, ignoring what Seneca had said.
“A reason?”
“Love is a universal feeling, but I can’t see why someone from District Two would give two damn about the star-crossed lovers from District Twelve, let alone a sponsor”, she was blunt, and, he could tell, focused on smoothing all the details Crane and he hadn’t seen yet, “You must give them, too, a distraction. And if you make it so that there will be two winners from the same District, it will draw Katniss and Peeta together, give them some time, and the willingness to fight. The time is essential, Seneca, as Peeta is injured. If you give Haymitch time to send them something, I am sure they’ll give us a real show”.
He was thankful that the one thing Effie had in common with Liviana Albus was being an excellent show-woman, one who knew her audience and how to play them well. He could have fucked her right then, but his thoughts were sobered when he realized Seneca Crane felt that way too, given the way he hung from Effie’s lips.
“Well, Phim, I didn’t have high expectations, but you two quite exceeded them. We’re going to give everyone a show, and if someone doesn’t care about two young lovers they will surely care to see their tributes home, or see their favourite District get not one, but two winners. It works. It has to work”, he said, ecstatic with their suggestions. He wondered how much pressure had been put on him, given how eager he looked.
Effie smiled, but otherwise didn’t say anything. Haymitch suspected she wanted his stamp of approval. Deep inside, he knew she wanted him to admit that, for all his making fun of her, she couldn’t be that stupid. He never would out loud, but what husband doesn’t praise his wife, when needed?
“Good job, princess” he smirked and got up from the chair.
“You are leaving already?”, the Gamemaker asked.
Haymitch raised his brows. “Is there anything else?”
“No, no, there isn’t. Thank you for the hand, and sorry for the abrupt invite”.
Effie got up, smoothing her dress with feigned nonchalance, before smiling at Seneca with the jarring Capitol grin that made up her carefully made mask. He wondered how much the man could see through it, if at all.
“Next time, not that I wish for another occasion such as this, I beg you to come look for me. No Peacekeepers. Otherwise, it’s been a perfectly nice meeting”.
“I renew my apologies, dear. Please do come see me. I know you are… busy with work, and I am as well, as you can see, but forget-me-not”, Seneca held her hand, kissing each one before releasing them, and walking the both of them to the door. He hated him, but couldn’t do or say much without ruining the shaky collaboration with the Gamemaker.
As soon as they were on their way to the elevators, and within a few feet of distance from the office, Effie took his arm but didn’t say a word. He couldn’t stay silent, though, not for too long.
“Did he really need to slobber all over your hands?”, he snarked.
“Oh, Haymitch, that’s how a man behaves in polite society. Well, maybe only kissing one hand, but he’s a friend”.
Her words, the way she had said them, made his heart sink. What the fuck did that mean? After everything Crane had said she still had the galls to consider him a friend? Maybe he wasn’t fair. Maybe. But the man was a Gamemaker, so I guess nothing was when it concerned him.
“A friend?! You call that asshole a friend?”, he whispered, but her answer came only when they were in the confines of the elevator.
“He’s my friend, and the fact that he called us proved it. He trusted me. Trusted you because of me. Yes, he isn’t behaving in the best way by making decisions for me, and I do not agree with his way, which is why I am also decided to win, but he’s a friend nonetheless.”
“Your friend there was desperate”, he sneered, “almost as much as he is to get back in your pants”.
“I’d like you to refrain from saying such things. Firstly, because I broke up with him years ago, and secondly, because not everyone seeks me only for sex, even though I understand it’s hard for you to believe it”, she hissed, a flash of hurt passing in her face but quickly hidden by her mask.
He knew he should have dropped it, but for some reason, her sudden defence of Crane had gotten under his skin.
“You keep telling yourself that”, he snorted, and regretted it almost instantly when she looked at him in the same way she had had that day when, in the 70th edition, he had snapped at her in front of Tulsia and Tallia.
He would have said something, but when the elevator stopped at the Sponsors’ Lounge she got out without a word, walking straight to where Portia was sitting, never once looking back. Before the doors closed, Finnick got in and looked at him questioningly.
“Crane wanted to talk about Eleven’s problem”, it wasn’t the answer to his question, but it was an answer nonetheless.
“That’s it? Okay. And why did Effie get out of the elevator upset?”.
“Why the fuck don’t you ever mind your business, kid?”, he asked, irritated by the boy’s meddling in his and Effie’s life.
“Was Crane mean to her?”
“No, he was posilutely amiable”, he mocked.
“Then you were. I knew it. What did you say?”.
“Why don’t you ask her, since you two are so close?”, he glared, and he suspected that he had been a little too direct, because he saw the boy’s expression sober a little.
“Aight, aight, I guess it’s time to visit Blight”, the boy quipped, seeing they were approaching Seven’s floor, “Whatever you have said, say sorry, give her a gift, and drink a little less than usual. She will love it”.
“I will give her shit, get the fuck out of here” he barked.
Finnick snickered and slipped out of the doors. “Good luck, my friend. Do not go gentle into that good night”. The doors closed just in time for him to see Blight look at them with puzzlement. He was alone, at last, but that gnawing feeling that had haunted him just four years ago had returned, their marriage the only consolation, and hope, that she wouldn’t flee again.
If he had struggled to handle it during that edition, he knew that, now that she was his wife, it would be unbearable.
***
It had been a few hours since she had gotten out of that elevator. She and Portia had sipped on their drinks in relative silence, apart from a little idle talk about inconsequential things that, she figured, Portia only stood for her sake. It helped her steam the anger a little but did nothing to drive away the pain.
They had then been joined by Finnick, Blight, Cashmere and, surprisingly, Faustina, who had come all the way to inquire after her well-being. They didn’t ask her much more than appropriate, and she answered in kind, trying to hint as little as possible at the nature of her meeting with Seneca. Finnick had a knowing look, and she suspected he had seen her storm out of the elevator because he acted towards her in the way he did anytime she fought with Haymitch. Delicate, but with an air of knowing this will end just like all the other times.
She hated that he wasn’t that wrong, for, when she saw the hour, she parted from everyone. Portia and Cinna were going to do the nights that day, so she left her to her friends. She reminded them to call her if anything important happened, before retracing her steps towards the elevator.
When she stepped onto Twelve’s floor the lights were on, and she saw Haymitch sit on the armchair. He was snoring softly, and when she took a turn about the room to take a better look at him, she saw a flower resting between his callous fingers, while his other hand held a glass.
She tried to extricate the glass from his hand, being careful not to wake him, but her attempts were vain. His eyes shot open, before softening as soon as he could tell it was her.
“How much did you have to drink?”, she asked, trying to look away. Whenever he looked at her that way it did things to her, and now that she was hurt she felt it hurt her even more. Keep telling yourself that. She had always known it was so, hadn’t she? Why did it hurt, why did it pain her so much? She couldn’t explain it, yet it was there.
“Too much”, he slurred, “I wanted to listen to the boy, but, after a while, I thought you were gone and maybe were coming back tomorrow. I shouldn’t have drunk. Now I have only a sorry and the gift”. He wasn’t making much sense, and she couldn’t understand a lot of it, but she sensed he wanted to say sorry and use the flower as a token. It wasn’t the best apology, but he had gotten the flower right: a light pink tulip. He had never given her a flower, or anything, and she felt an onrush of sweetness.
For all his rough exterior, and his cutting words, he had a way to make her heart beat that was unique to him.
“Is this for me?” she asked softly, looking at the tulip.
“Yes. It’s not the best, I know. I didn’t know what flower you liked so I went with this one, it looked pretty enough”, he stroked her face, before continuing, “I am sorry, I was… I was upset and nervous, and then you defended that asshole and-“
“Uh-uh, I wasn’t trying to defend him, I just said he is my friend. Yes, he is making a mistake, and is hurting us, me, in the process, but he could have asked for another District and our kids would have been done for. He plays fair, where he can”, Effie explained, and Haymitch understood what she had left unsaid. That she was grateful he was her friend, and he should be too, given the way that had given them a chance to bring not one, but two of their children. It was insane that, despite her presence in the meeting, she held hope for that.
“Anyways, I should have never said that”, he muttered.
“No, you shouldn’t have”.
“Not only because I am not one to speak when it comes to getting into your pants, but because… yeah, you’re more than that. For a lot of people, too”, he said.
You’re more than that to me. For a lot of people, too.
She felt her heart skip a bit, and the onslaught of feelings rushing now through her whole body. She had never dared to hope, and he hadn’t said that exactly, but she knew him well. It was the closest thing to an admission, and a declaration, that she was going to get, and the flower… the flower was just the cherry on top.
They had always hidden behind the casual nature of their relationship, but if there was a chance he also thought of them as more... Her eyes welled with tears as she took the tulip from him and softly kissed him, not wanting to say anything that would make him flee.
“Thank you. I like the flower and accept the apology. It’s dreadfully late, isn’t it?”, she smiled, trying to contain her excitement.
“Is it?”, he smirked, his hand ghosting over her face. It was so easy to revert to their banter, almost like coming home after a hard day of work. Rewarding, and yet so comfortable like little else could ever be.
“Yes. Let’s go to bed”. She walked away and heard him follow right after. Her smile turned into a wide grin.
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