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Updated 12 July 2026
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McVadi Fic
A Pretty Mess (7,117) - Multichapter - Incomplete
Popstar AU - completely unserious
Lunate Bone (1,195 words) - Oneshot - Complete
Victoria notices that Cassie leaves the party without saying goodbye.
I don't think about love 'til I'm loving (4,531 words) - Multichapter - Incomplete
Victoria, now an MS4, leaves for an away rotation and comes back different. Cassie tries to navigate the in-betweens of intimacy and not knowing what's changed with her girlfriend.
Little Doe (4,225 words) - Multichapter - Incomplete
Serial Killer AU - Victoria has been trying to have control over at least this one small aspect of her life. But she hasn't been careful enough.
damn, I miss you tonight (1,632 words) - Oneshot - Complete
Victoria goes out for her 21st birthday with coworkers. She wishes Cassie were there.
Crying Lessons (1,061 words) - Oneshot - Complete
Javadi takes McKay out to fireworks so she can have a good cry.
biting down (11,735 words) - Multichapter - Complete
Cannibalism AU but make it soft
misc. mcvadi drabbles
McHashimi Fic
Syzygy; or, Ways to Give In (3,161 words) - Oneshot - Complete
Cassie has a fairy tale-esque shift; Baran is maybe fae.
All Comes Crashing (5,788 words) - Multichapter - Incomplete
Slowburn; Apocalypse AU - Turns out Baran will show up to work even if the sun doesn't rise. So will most of her team.
In This House (1,927 words) - Oneshot - Complete
Baran's house is maybe haunted. Cassie is the only thing that seems to make it better.
It probably won't happen again (but there's something about you) (2,029 words) - Oneshot - Complete
After a long shift, Cassie and Baran comfort each other in their own ways.
misc. mchashimi drabbles
Crashtos Fic
the antidote this time (2,302) - Multichapter - Incomplete
Trinity discovers that Victoria can quiet the bad thoughts in her head.
Never Whatever (3962 words) - Multichapter - Incomplete
Vignettes of Victoria and Trinity's summer together.
why don't you come over and make me feel like shit (1,069 words) - Oneshot - Complete
Bummer warning. Trinity and Garcia want different things from their situationship.
Just McKay (I really love her okay?)
Girlfriend of the Year (2,392 words) - Oneshot - Complete
Young McKay just trying her best at a house party.
Here (Better Late Than Never) (1, 221 words) - Oneshot - Complete
Lonely McKay masturbation fic
hey tysm!!
3. What are your top three most commonly used tags on AO3?
Technically the first two are drabble and one shot, but I'm going to exclude those on principle. My next three are 1) character study, 2) fluff, and 3) angst. What can I say? I stick to the basics.
5. What’s something you learned while researching a fic?
Most recently that the Pittsburgh aquarium got rid of its touch tank in 2024, which threw a major wrench into my fic plans for Pitt Yuri Week. I am still pleased with the result (touch tank, which has gotten exactly zero love on tumblr dot com even though I personally think it's weird and fun in the best way)
Write a scene from [insert fic] in another character’s POV
Which of your fics is your pride and joy?
What are your top three most commonly used tags on AO3?
What are some words or phrases you feel like you overuse?
What’s something you learned while researching a fic?
Would you ever accept requests or commissions?
Coffee or tea while you write?
What is your favorite line/section from [insert fic]?
How did you get into writing fanfiction?
Is there a character or ship you'd love to write for, but haven't yet?
What makes a fic 'successful' in your opinion?
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
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How many WIPs do you have and how many do you expect to finish?
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Share your favorite kiss scene from [insert fic]. If there's no kiss scene, share your favorite moment of intimacy (romantic or platonic)
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Which scene/theme was the inspiration for [insert fic]?
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A character you enjoy making suffer.
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Experimented a bit with a new way of detailing the tiles. Kinda like it? This particular piece took a hell of a lot of work. I’d love if you shared the vibes it’s giving off, for research purposes 💖
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touch tank | mcvadi fic
Victoria is just a weird girl eager to make her girlfriend happy, okay??
For Pitt Yuri Week Day 6: ren faire or aquarium
@pitt-yuri-week
Also on AO3
"You're gonna love this," Cassie was holding Victoria's hand and swinging her arm happily as they walked through the aquarium. "The stingrays feels so, I don't know, leathery? And there's this part of the tank with these little shrimp that eat the dead skin on your fingers."
Victoria made a face. "I can't think of anything I'd like to experience less," she said. Then she squeezed Cassie's hand and looked up at her, "But I'm glad you love it."
Cassie stopped short and Victoria almost tripped.
"No," she said softly. "It's supposed to be here."
Victoria glanced around. There decidedly wasn't anything that looked like a touch tank within sight.
Cassie flagged down a staff. "Excuse me," she said, sounding halfway distressed. "Did the touch tank move?"
The staff member (whose name, according to his little plastic name tag, was Jeff) shook his head. "It's been gone for a while," he told her, "since like 2024."
Cassie groaned.
Victoria put a hand on her arm. "It's okay, Cass. This was still nice. I'll take you to the Atlanta Aquarium sometime. We'll feel like little specks next to the whale sharks. And I'm pretty sure they have a touch tank for you."
"That's not the point," Cassie said. "I liked that the touch tank was here, even if I obviously didn't come see it as often as I thought."
"I'm sorry," Victoria said, and she meant it. She was already trying to think of ways to make it better.
—
"Cassie," Victoria said softly, "Time to wake up."
Cassie opened her eyes to a pair of swim goggles dangling in front of her face. She wasn't awake enough to string words into a question, so instead she just squinted at the goggles and made a question-shaped sound.
"Take them," Victoria told her. "You'll need them."
Cassie obeyed, took the goggles in hand, but she didn't put them on. She followed Victoria out of the bedroom.
The first thing that she noticed was that her furniture — the couch, the coffee table — were all pushed up against one wall. She realized immediately that it was to make room for the second thing, which was
an inflatable kiddie pool.
"Victoria?" Cassie said slowly, "What the fuck is this?"
"Oh!" Victoria said, not even trying to mask her glee. "Hold on. Let me show you." She peeled off her socks and stepped into the pool. Standing there, she unbuttoned the blue button-up she'd slept in to reveal a bathing suit underneath. She threw the shirt onto the floor, and shrugged, grinning.
"I made a touch tank for you!"
"Wait, there's actually water in there?" Cassie came closer so she could peer into the pool. "Vic, if my landlord finds out he's gonna kill me."
Victoria rolled her eyes. "Could you relax for just a minute? It's like four inches of water. And I put down a tarp."
But Cassie still looked doubtful, so Victoria tugged the bottom of her swimsuit to one side. "You can only touch with two fingers," she said, eyes wide and serious. "Be gentle with me."
Cassie finally broke. "This is ridiculous," she laughed.
Victoria grinned. "Isn't it?"
Cassie approached the edge of the pool. Victoria readjusted her bathing suit bottom and got onto her knees in the water. The water sloshed gently against the sides of the pool every time Victoria moved even a little. Tiny waves lapped against her skin.
Cassie knelt too, on the floor outside the pool. She hesitated one last time before she leaned across the vinyl barrier to kiss her girlfriend.
"This is weird," Cassie told her between kisses. "You're so weird." She trailed her fingers over Victoria's bare shoulder, raised goosebumps there. She ran a thumb under the band of her bikini top to tease her lightly and found her nipples already hard. Victoria was shivering.
"Is the water cold?"
"Um, freezing actually," Victoria said.
"Vic, this is insane," Cassie said. "Get out of there. Let's warm you up."
Victoria took Cassie's hand gratefully as she helped her out of the pool. She dripped water onto the floor as Cassie led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
She held her hand under the shower stream experimentally as Cassie pulled her own shirt off, stepped out of her shorts. "This is much nicer," Victoria laughed.
"Keep the swimsuit on," Cassie said, even though she was now definitely very naked. She stepped into the shower and Victoria followed, desperate to feel warm (and more than a little desperate to be touched).
Cassie pushed her back against the wall and eased a knee between her thighs. Victoria made a small, nearly animal sound as she pressed herself against Cassie's leg. She grabbed a fistful of Cassie's hair, wet tangles between her fingers, and buried her face into the crook of Cassie's neck, nipping, kissing, lapping water off her skin.
Then she grabbed Cassie's hand and guided it down. "Remember," she said, "you have to be gentle with me." She folded two of Cassie's fingers down. "Just two."
"You're so fucking weird," Cassie said, but she pulled the crotch of Victoria's bathing suit aside and slipped two fingers into her. Victoria held onto her as the water pelted them both. She sank her weight into Cassie's hand, moaning softly as she thrust her fingers into her.
"More?" Cassie breathed.
Victoria bit her lip, clearly wanting it. But she shook her head. "Just two," she gasped, eyes closed against the water, eyes closed to relish the feeling. "That's the rule."
Cassie, one arm braced against the wall next to Victoria's head, leaned to whisper into her ear. "But you want three, don't you?"
Victoria whined as Cassie thrust her fingers deeper, less gently.
"I want three," Victoria admitted, then gasped and bit Cassie's shoulder when she immediately eased in a third finger. The fingers of one hand dug into Cassie's back, the other tugged at her hair.
Cassie made a sound that was half-laugh, half moan as she fucked Victoria hard with her fingers.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Cassie told her. "So pretty, so wet for me."
"You love touching me?" Victoria asked, pulling Cassie closer, pressing into her.
"I fucking love touching you."
Victoria started shivering again. Cassie kept her fingers inside so she could feel everything. She leaned her weight into Victoria, unable to stop herself from moving her bracing arm to touch herself as Victoria came.
She waited until Victoria opened her eyes again and searched hers (a little helpless, a little in love), before she slid her fingers out.
She laughed. "My water bill this month is going to suck so bad."
Victoria looked up at her, eyes framed with wet eyelashes, still shivering with tiny aftershocks.
"We played with this idea of, is she fully seeing through her own eyes what's happening and doesn't feel in control, or if it's kind of like teleportation where every time that she pops back in, it's from the moment that she popped back in before, which is why whenever she's in the house, she comes out and she's like, 'Wait, where am I?’ So we played with both of them, and now that I've watched the film back, I think that she does both. I think that in the very beginning, whenever she doesn't understand what's going on, she's teleporting, and once she realizes what's going on, Nikki’s a fighter, and so her urge to fight the wish just gets bigger and bigger and bigger, and that’s why she has the grief at the end, because she's watched it happen. She's felt it. She has to deal with it. It wasn't her fault. Her life has completely changed. And she just lets it all go." — Inde Navarrette (x)
pool hopping (the pitt fic)
Summary: In retaliation for Huckleberry's ultimate betrayal of their friendship (house-sitting for Robby), Trinity is on the look-out for a new best friend.
She gets more than she bargained for.
Also on AO3!
Trinity's couch could barely support two people on a normal day; tonight it's straining under the weight of her coworkers sitting squeezed shoulder-to-shoulder. Other coworkers perched precariously on its armrests. Still others are standing around nearby. No one is talking except in quiet murmurs.
Everyone looks fucking confused.
Trinity clears her throat. "You might be wondering why you're all here."
Nods ripple through the crowd. Cassie, leaning against the wall toward the back of the room, half-raises her hand.
"You said you were finally getting rid of your shitty couch and needed help getting it down the stairs," she glances around. "I think that this is more than enough help."
"Totally overkill," Trinity agrees. "The couch stays."
"You told me you needed someone to watch your cat," Baran says, frowning a little. "You don't even have a cat, do you?"
"Oh! You told me it was a surprise party for Princess," Mel adds.
Princess scoffs. "It's June. I'm a Libra."
"I'm sorry?" Mel says, earnest despite inflection turning her apology into a question.
Victoria's fawn eyes are even wider than usual. "Can we actually go back to Baran's question? Um, you don't have a cat do you?"
"No cat," Trinity says, "And I think we're good to move on. Yes, I invited you all here under false pretenses—"
"—she told me this was going to be an orgy," Princess says, leaning to speak into Perlah's ear. Trinity points to her gamely.
"Hey, now," she replies, "the night is still young. Anyway," she clears her throat again, straightens her back. "I invited you all here under false pretenses. Why? As you might recall, recently, one Dennis Whitaker, hitherto known as Huckleberry, committed the ultimate betrayal to our friendship. As such, I am in the market for a new best friend. Each of you—" she gestures to the room, "has at some point in the last year and a half shown friendship potential. But before you get too excited, know that pretty much every single one of you has a lot of work to do before you can be my friend."
Samira glances around. "Why are none of the guys here?"
"Don't worry about it," Trinity says quickly. "Any other questions?"
"I've got one," Dana speaks up, "Is this like a contest? Something like that?"
"Something like that," Trinity agrees.
"To be your friend?"
Trinity nods. "To be my new best friend."
"Doesn't Whitaker still live here?" Cassie asks, still frowning. "He's just house-sitting for Robby isn't he?"
"So," Trinity says, looking away from Cassie. "The only real rule is that I won't make you do this if you don't want to. If you don't think we're friendship material, I won't be mad. I won't even watch you leave. But, if that's the case—" Trinity closes her eyes, turns to face the wall behind her, "—you should leave now."
She waits, listens as people shift in their seats, but after what feels like a full minute, the door to Trinity's apartment does not once open. She lets out a long exhale (she hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath) and turns around. No one has left. Some of them even look surprised at themselves for staying, but, for the most part, eveyone is looking at her expectantly.
Trinity smiles as she looks around the room. No one left.
"Incredible," she says. "How about we do a little ice breaker? I know all of you to some degree, but I don't really know the friendship stuff. Let's do a little lightning round. Oh wait, fuck, I forgot my—" she runs back into her bedroom and grabs a stack of cue cards from her night stand.
"Back!" she says, and she's surprised that she's a little nervous. She shuffles the cards. "Okay, best ice cream flavour."
It takes the room a beat to catch on to what's happening, but then Mel pipes up with, "Mint chocolate chip."
"Perfectly respectable," Trinity tells her and she beams.
"I once had an ice cream that was corn-flavoured," Cassie says.
"Ew. No."
"Wait," Cassie says, "That obviously wasn't my actual answer."
"Too late. Chess rules."
Slowly, the others share their answers: cookie dough, black cherry, peach sorbet ("That's not ice cream, Crash."), double chocolate.
"Cookies and cream?" Samira says, last of the bunch.
"The only right answer," Trinity agrees. She shuffles through her cards again. "Oh. This one's important. Avocado: thoughts?"
"Just…our thoughts on avocados?" Dana asks, "I can't say I've ever thought about avocados enough to form an opinion on 'em."
"Like them a totally normal amount," Victoria interrupts, speaking quickly. "I can be left alone in a room with them. Um, I won't touch them if they're yours. Otherwise, happy to share."
Trinity looks at her, "That's an interestingly specific answer."
Victoria blushes. "I was listening to you talk about it. Remember?"
"Yeah," Trinity says, "But it's weird that you remember."
Victoria blushes harder.
"Okay, next question—"
"—I'm sorry, Trinity, but is there a point to these questions?"
Trinity looks up from her cards at Baran. "You mean, how am I keeping score? Don't worry. I haven't been assigning points yet. Well, I have, obviously. Just not officially. You will be able to formally earn and lose points through challenges, or, as I like to refer to them: dates."
"Dates?" Baran looks at her skeptically.
Trinity rolls her eyes. "Fine," she says, "friendship dates, if you're so needy for specific language." She tore her gaze from Baran and glanced around the room.
"Be sure to keep your phones handy over the next week," she grins. "I'll be reaching out to coordinate our dates. And I expect to be courted accordingly," she catches herself, rolls her eyes again and gestures vaguely, "as one would a best friend."
Feeling magnanimous, she rips her stack of cards in half and tosses them into the air. She only regrets it a lot that she hadn't started with the question about favourite sex positions. She'd desperately wanted to see Baran and Crash squirm for entirely different reasons.
"Let the games begin!" She announces, then frowns. "That sounded way less dorky in my head."
Victoria was sitting sideways on Cassie's couch, back against the armrest, totally focused on her laptop screen.
"You don't look ready to go out," Cassie said.
"That would be because I am definitely not ready to go out," Victoria agreed without looking up. Cassie brushed a soft kiss against her temple and rested her chin on her shoulder.
"Mental Health Self-Diagnosis on Tiktok: A New Qualitative Framework," Cassie read over her shoulder. "Are you including any of your Dr. J videos in this seminar?"
"Yes," Victoria said quickly, "I mean, no. I don't know. I'm not ready for that world and this one to collide."
Cassie straightened up, said something she didn't quite catch.
"Hmm?" She said, and then realized a moment later that she hadn't actually stopped to listen if Cassie'd repeated herself for her.
"Hey," with one hand, Cassie gently, but firmly, closed the laptop. "How about you take a little break, huh?"
Victoria rubbed her eyes and blinked up at Cassie, finally giving her full attention.
She looked good tonight.
She was wearing the black tank top that Victoria liked, the one that reminded her of the first time they kissed, after—
Oh.
Oh, no.
"It's our anniversary," she says in a half-whisper.
"Yeah," Cassie scrunched her nose. "I figured you might have forgotten."
"The fireworks…" Victoria reached for her phone to check the time. Maybe they could still make it.
"Have already started." Sure enough, Victoria could hear the distant gunshot pop of fireworks exploding outside. Cassie smiled then, but she looked sad.
"We can go now," Victoria said. She could grab her bag, put her shoes on and they could just leave right away, no further discussion. "We can find a good spot before they're done."
"It's fine, Vic," Cassie said softly. "It would take too long to even find parking. We'll just stay in."
Victoria let her entire body collapse back into the couch. "I'm so sorry."
"I know."
"This presentation. It's just been so—"
"I know."
"Fireworks aren't that great anyway," she said, regretting the words as they came tumbling out of her mouth but finding herself unable to stop them. "Just burning chemicals, right? Strontium reds, copper blues, magnesium. Bad for the environment. Freaks out dogs and birds and babies."
Cassie couldn't meet her eyes. "I like them because they make me think of us." Her voice was small and brittle.
Victoria felt tears prickle behind her eyelids. She blinked them back. It wouldn't help anyone if she started crying right now. Outside, the sound of fireworks was still going strong. Cassie's apartment was facing the wrong direction, her building surrounded by other, taller buildings, so they couldn't even watch from the window.
She looked up at Cassie, eyes still definitely brimming. "Let me make it up to you."
Cassie nodded and, without a word, sat down at the far end of the couch. Victoria watched her, mind reeling for how she could possibly salvage the situation. This didn't feel like something she could just kiss better. At least, not right away.
Instead she got up and went into the kitchen, came back with a bowl of ice cream and two spoons. She sat down next to Cassie so that their shoulders gently bumped, so that she fit snugly against the curve of Cassie's waist, hips, thighs.
Cassie took the second spoon, and they ate in silence. The ice cream was melting fast, even with the AC. It didn't leave room for words.
Finally, Cassie's spoon hit the bottom of the bowl with a gentle clinking sound. She sighed.
"You know I love you, right?"
Victoria almost dropped her spoon. Love wasn't a word that they used with each other, except maybe sometimes during sex. But that wasn't the same. That was oxytocin. That was endorphins. They never talked about it after the afterglow had faded.
But love? Honest-to-goodness love? Victoria guessed that she had been feeling it all along. When Cassie suggested sleepy eyed on a morning off that they go to some hidden gem in the city, that they not waste the day. When she carefully said something to Victoria to reframe her mother's harshness. When she slung her arm over Victoria's shoulder and pulled her in close.
When she wore the same outfit as when this whole thing started, to recreate the only good parts of that night.
Oh.
The impulse to apologize again clawed back up her throat. Victoria swallowed hard. Stayed quiet.
"I just know how these things can go sideways if you aren't paying attention," Cassie says, her voice a low rasp. "So, I just try to give these little things attention. And I know they're little things, don't get me wrong," Cassie added. "They just feel…immense to me."
Victoria set the empty ice cream bowl next to her on the couch so she could use both hands to touch Cassie's face, pull her gently towards her. She kissed her tenderly. Both of their mouths were still ice cream cold.
Cassie melted into the kiss. She gently guided Victoria onto her back, so she could climb on top of her, kiss her more. They knocked the ice cream bowl off the couch. It hit the floor with a loud clatter, the spoons skittering across the floor. They both glanced over the edge of the couch to make sure that it hadn't shattered.
When Cassie turned back to her, Victoria put a hand against her to stop her, just for a second.
"I love you, too," she said. It felt important to say it, and to say it right then, before Cassie drew it out of her with her mouth, her hands, her delicious touch.
A single tear quietly escaped Cassie's eye and rolled down her cheek. Victoria touched it with one fingertip, fascinated. She'd never seen Cassie cry before. She slipped her finger into her mouth, tasted the salt of it.
"I love you," she said again. Then she reached for Cassie, kissed her gently, then harder.
The fireworks still sparked and sparkled in the sky outside, loud enough to vibrate the window panes.
