Prompt: I saw the post about Effie getting Snapchat and I guess she would be the queen of Snapchat once she start to use it. May I prompt something where she uses it and sends like a million photos to Haymitch per day? And he's annoyed but he has to admit that some of them are actually cute? Especially when she sends photos of herself? Could this work?
Just to be clear… This is post MJ ;) And it's probably crack. There is a lot of crack this week lmao!
A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
The phone thing was unbearable.
He had grumbled and resisted when Effie had presented him with a cell phone but there were perks to it that his old built on the wall phone couldn't match – for one thing, he didn't have to get up to answer, for another texting was better than calling. He had slowly and painfully reconciled with the idea of portable technology, mainly because living on the other end of the country from the person you were sort of involved with sucked. A lot.
She texted him all the time and she called every night. He always took the calls but he didn't always bother to answer her texts – he wasn't as obsessive as she was about keeping his phone close.
But shit truly hit the fan when she discovered that snapchat thing. Suddenly she was sending him fifty pictures a day, they were all ridiculous and the captions were stupid. He had gotten very good at ignoring that app but that never stopped Effie from sending them.
He usually kept it for late at night. It had become a sort of ritual of his. He would lie on his couch with a glass of whiskey and he would look at everything she had sent that day. Most pictures were ridiculous: meals if she ate outside or managed to arrange her plate in such a way that whatever she had cooked looked palatable, various pictures of places in the cities, some pictures of herself making faces she called selfies, her outfits, the white cat that used to live on her fire escape metallic stairs until she had left the window open and who now had taken permanent residence on her couch, friends he didn't know the names of…
He would have denied it if anyone had asked but he had come to like those pictures. It was like a short summary of her day in a couple of minutes. It was like being with her without being with her. She often complained he didn't send anything back but what else could he have sent except a dirty plate and a full glass of liquor? Sometimes, not often, he snapped some pictures of Katniss and Peeta doing something particularly idiotic like having a snowball fight in the street. She loved those. She missed them.
Pain In The Ass: Did you like my latest pictures?
He smirked as he received the text and took a sip of whiskey.
Me: Haven't checked yet.
The answer came almost immediately.
Pain In The Ass: It is a shame they only last a few seconds… Keep your eyes open. XO XO
He had a good idea of what was waiting for him and he slumped further down the couch, getting comfortable.
He was greeted by the usual idiotic pictures of her day and he tapped those quickly, impatient to reach the latest ones. And sure enough, she clearly had had some fun. She had sent pictures of her in front of her floor to ceiling mirror wearing what could only be newly purchased lingerie. One was a red see-through slip, the second was her in matching lacy lavender thong and bra, and the third was a navy blue bodice that left little to the imagination.
She wasn't wearing anything at all in the last picture.
Me: Now I'm hard.
Me: Not nice.
She didn't take long to answer.
Pain In The Ass: You need to remember to miss me now and then.
I miss you all the time, he wanted to answer but it was too much for him to admit.
She would be back soon anyway, she was due for a visit. Two weeks, three at most…
And he would make sure she wore that lingerie for him.