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Camping with the Bears - Bears X Reader Short Scenarios
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Hello everyone! These are some short writings I posted as a quiz on Quotev, you can check that out here: https://www.quotev.com/quiz/15375373/Camping-With-Bears-Friends-We-Bare-Bears
I haven’t written anything in a long time so I hope you guys enjoy these as much as I do! If you take the quiz, the results include: Grizz, Ice Bear, Panda, Charlie, and Nom Nom. This is just a short camping scenario that I thought of because I’m bored and I thought you guys might be too. You will find Grizz, Ice Bear, and Panda’s stories in this post and I will post Charlie and Nom Nom’s in another post so this one doesn’t get too long. It is assumed in these stories that reader and the bears + friends are already dating. But you could choose to read these as friendship if you squint past the romantic stuff.
Gender neutral reader!
Enjoy~
Grizz
"Grizz!" You exclaimed. "Where are we going?" You laughed as your boyfriend scooped you up off the couch, blanket and all, holding you tightly to his chest as he spun around. "Yeah! We're gonna go camping!" He cheered. Before you knew it, you were packed and in the car. You both decided to camp in the forest on a mountain that was little more than a few miles away from the beach, which you could see as the car zoomed down the mountain-side highway. The smell of pine-trees and redwoods was refreshing and the faint ocean breeze tickled your nose. Grizz chose a beautiful spot in a meadow clearing with the perfect balance of forest and ocean view. "Isn't this great?" He asked, taking the camping items from the car and setting them around your camp spot. "It's perfect," you agreed. "I'll get started on the tent and you can go gather some fire-wood." You reached for the tent bag right as Grizz did. "Woah, one second doll~ I've got the tent covered, you go explore and relax!" You raised an eyebrow at him. "You sure?" "Uh, yeah I'm sure." He grinned wide and your heart melted. You smiled back at him. "Okay... I'll be over here if you need some help though!" "Don't worry baby doll, I've got this," he promised. You walked aways into the woods, picking up pieces of log here and tiny bits of kindling there. But you were more interested in your boyfriend's actions going on behind you. Yeah, he told you he had the tent covered. But in reality, he had no idea how tough a tent was to put up. He wasn't going to let that stop him though. "This goes in here... yeah! And then this goes here," he thought out loud. You watched from the corner of your eye as he struggled with the tent poles. "Then all you gotta do is-" you giggled to yourself, hearing him struggle to pitch the poles into the ground even as the whole thing began to tip over on itself. You looked away for one second when: WHACK! "OOF-!" You twisted around just in time to see Grizz holding his middle, hunched over as if he had been throwing up. Your eyes widened in realization of the tent having fallen apart, he had tried to force the pole down until it snapped back and hit him harshly in his stomach! You were back at his side in seconds. "Grizz, honey are you okay?" The injured man gave a shaky thumbs up at you in an attempt to downplay his pain. "N-never be-better." "You goof," you helped him to sit on the ground nearby with a cold bottle of water to hold across his stomach. A few minutes later and the tent stood sturdily and soundly, you clapped your hands together as you finished getting all of your belongings inside. "Thanks, doll~" Grizz praises when you give him a kiss on his forehead and hand him another water bottle. "Next time, just ask me for help, okay?" ... Over the next few days, you two just go with the flow. You want to take a hike? Hell, yeah, let's go do it! Grizz wants to go down to the Beach for the day? Sounds like a plan! It's super relaxing and exciting to be spending this camping trip with your boyfriend. During the day, you hiked, climbed trees, went swimming, and maybe secretly solved a local crime or two! At night, you stayed up late telling stories, roasting marshmallows, and snuggling close while watching the stars (in-between chasing off food-stealing raccoons of course!). Once again, it was an end to a perfect day. Grizz huffed loudly as he threw down another load of logs near the fire, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand before throwing you a goofy grin. The sun would set soon, but from the look in his eyes, you could tell Grizz had an idea. "Let's go for a night hike!" He announced excitedly. He handed you a flashlight, throwing a backpack over his shoulder after fishing out his own light. You agreed happily, following your boyfriend into the darkening woods in front of you, feet falling upon a worn, narrow trail. You came across a river not too long after. Flicking on your flashlight, you could just barely make out the shadows of the fish swimming below. "Your majesty~" Grizz dramatically bowed down to you, hand held out for yours. You eyed the fallen tree he was standing on, it was wide and had landed directly over the river as if creating a crossing specifically for you. You laughed as you put your hand in his. "You sure that's safe?" Grizz gently pulled you up to join him on the tree. You stumbled forward a bit, catching yourself in his arms. "Hey, as long as you're with me, you'll always be safe," he promised. You could feel your chest tighten at this. The shadows around you lengthened, a sudden burst of orange light shining through the dense forest onto the both of you. Grizz's face turned towards the last of the light, eyes growing wide, mouth falling open in a quiet "wow". With a smile, you held onto his hand tightly... turning to watch the sunset too, you could see why he's so entranced, it's beautiful.
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Ice Bear
"Camping could be fun!" You agreed with your boyfriend. "Where would we go?" "Ice Bear wants to go to the beach," said Ice Bear, scooting closer to you on the couch. He pointed at the pictures on the computer he held on top of his lap. You both looked through them for awhile in awe of how beautiful it looked. After a quick search of the nearest beach camping ground, you both packed up the necessary food and supplies for the next few days. Ice Bear borrowed a truck from a friend and soon, you were off on the road. You could see the seagulls cresting the clouds before you could see it. You could feel the sand in the wind as you gently held your hand out the window as you approached. The sun shone warm across your face. You were closing your eyes as you basked in it when you could finally hear it. The waves. They crashed against the sand like thunder upon rain. As they came to the shore, they brought golden specks of sand and tiny silver shells. As they went away again, they revealed the hurriedly digging sand crabs and slippery scales of retreating fish. On and on again they went, back and forth, back and forth. You grinned, not noticing Ice Bear's eyes softening as he looked over at you. Soon, he carefully parked the truck, backing up so that the tail end was facing the sea. You both jumped out excitedly, rushing to get everything set up just where you wanted it. Ice Bear lugged out his favorite travel grill and ice chest of goodies. You took to work setting out various towels and a beach blanket upon the sand along with a sheltering umbrella to shield from the sun. Everything was going perfectly. You were smoothing out the sand beneath the beach blanket to allow a better setting when it happened. Ice Bear was busy preparing a grilled lunch for the both of you. He didn't realize it, but when he was cooking, he hummed gently to himself a song he had heard when you first met. It was so quiet, only the very trained ear could hear it. Luckily, you were one so special to be able to hear him when he thought he was silent. But suddenly, he was. Silent. Nothing but the hiss of the grill could be heard. Your head popped up from over the umbrella. "Ice?" You questioned. He was standing there behind the grill as still as can be. His hands were drawn in front of himself, very much unlike him if he were entranced with cooking. You eyed him suspiciously, standing to make your way to him. "Are you okay?" You reached for his hand that he held to his chest. He flinched when you grabbed onto it and your eyes widened. "You burnt yourself!" You quickly opened the cooler and twisted open a bottle of cold water. "Let me see-" "Ice Bear is okay." "No, you're not okay!" You argued. "You're hurt!" You took his hand into yours again, more carefully this time. You poured the cold water onto the burn and inspected it for yourself. In reality it wasn't that bad. It looked as if he had just accidentally brushed against the front of the grill with the side of his hand, turning the skin an angry red. "You have to be more careful," you pouted, leading him to sit on the ground next to the ice chest where you prepared a cold compress and some Neosporin. Ice Bear said nothing as you tended to his hand. He watched you as you muttered to yourself about how he should be more careful, but that he was going to be okay. You flipped his hand gently within your own as if you were handling an injured baby bird. Ice Bear felt his face begin to heat up with all this attention. It wasn't long before you were pressing the back of your hand to his forehead, checking for a fever because of how red his face was getting all of a sudden. Ice Bear just blinked up at you with soft eyes as you concluded your check-over. "Alright, now you just sit over here and I'll finish up the food-" You cut yourself off as you glanced over at the grill. "Oh crap! It's burning!" Carefully tucking your boyfriend underneath he umbrella you were previously under with a stern, "Stay here," you ran over to the grill to try and save dinner. A lot of smoke and some charred lumps of food later, you had scavenged what edible parts you could of the burning food on two plates and brought it over to your boyfriend who had been patiently waiting where you had left him. "Ice Bear's sorry," he stated, eyes still soft as he looked over your disgruntled form. "It's not your fault, Ice. I'm just glad you're okay." You smiled at him then and his eyes grew, if that was even possible. "I love you," he reached out a hand and cupped it beneath your chin. You swore you could feel tears in the corners of your eyes like some cheesy romance novelist. "I... I love you too." He pulled you close then, moving aside to allow you a place at his side. Soon, the plates were empty, both your bellies were full, and sun began to set over the sea. The golden rays of light turned to a fiery orange, skipping across the crashing waves, and onto your skin. You relished in the warmth, shielding your eyes with one hand to see the horizon, you spotted a jumping pod of dolphins. Just when you were about to call out to Ice Bear about your findings, you turned to find that he had already seen it. He sat there next to you, eyes wide in awe, a perfect silence enveloping the both of you. Still, you smiled softly at him even if he can't see it now, cuddling closer with your head on his shoulder as the sun disappeared from sight. 
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Panda
"Camping?" You asked skeptically. "I don't know..." "To be honest, I've only been once before. But I'd really like to try it again, with you." Panda admitted shyly, nuzzling his head into your shoulder as you both sat on the couch. A long talk later and a few encouraging words for everyone and you were packed and ready to go. You both decided to camp in the woods. One, because it was the closest in case of an emergency and two, because Panda had said he had camped in the woods before. "I'm nervous but excited at the same time!" You said, helping to unpack the lifted-tent from the car. Panda agreed, helping you to set up the tent as a team. The leaves from the trees were a brilliant green and gave off a pleasant smell like that from a candle. The weather had been perfect all day so far and you couldn't be happier with how the set up was going. That is until... "Oh no!" Panda yelled, rummaging through his luggage. "No, no, no!" He panicked, this time running over to the car. The nervous man threw open the glove box, moving numerous papers, napkins, and a questionable amount of parking tickets to the floor. "This can't be happening..." Panda was on the verge of tears. You rushed over, holding onto his arm, concerned he might be injured. When you saw nothing was physically wrong, you asked, "What's wrong? What are you looking for?" Slowly... very slowly... Panda lifted the tiny rectangle in his hand, a glittery charm hanging from a braided string. His phone. "I-I forgot the phone charger!" You swore you saw a tear fall down his face. You knelt next to him, "Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry." "I guess we'll just have to save the battery for emergencies and maaaaybe the occasional picture~" You attempted to help him see the bright side. "If worst comes to worst, we could get someone to bring the charger to us. It's not the end of the world." You smiled shyly, adding quietly, "You can always look at me if you get bored." Panda choked on air, blushing furiously. "Y-your right... about the not being the end of the world part!" He pretended not to notice your last comment, though he had already begun taking your advice. ... The next couple of days, you both took your time. You searched for the prettiest places to explore in that area. These places included: the stunning oak trees as they towered above most everything around them, the large and gleaming lake (famous for coupled boat rides, which Panda just had to sneak a picture of both of you at), a traveling ice cream truck, and the several cute small forest creatures around the camp. Before you both knew it, it was the last evening at camp. Panda had a great idea, seeing the sun was beginning to set. "Let's go up that hill to get a better view!" He explained. You both held hands as you walked through the field of blooming plants and flowers trailing up the hill. When you got to the top, you both were stunned. It was beautiful. You could see most everything from here, the lake, the ice cream truck as it drove away, the tops of the oak trees, and the small forest creatures retreating into the woods for the night. You turned to Panda now, opening your mouth to voice all that you had seen, only to fall short of words. His back was to you as he had become mesmerized by the sunset. Wrapping your arms around him from behind, you nuzzled your face into his shoulder... you both watch in a comfortable embrace as the sun disappears.
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(Sorry Panda’s is so short! I just can’t get a feel for his character lately ^^;;)
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed! Please reblog! See you guys next time!
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put three names & a number in my ask
some fmk alternatives
stab, shoot or drown
fist fight, get drunk with, share a flat with
fight aliens with, fight zombies with, fight capitalism with
write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book
go on a six hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives), sit next to on a six hour plane flight, sit across from on a six hour train journey
go clothes shopping with, go to ikea with, go grocery shopping with
go to a wedding with, go to a party with, go to a museum with
share a car with, share a bank account with, share a cake with
watch a soap opera with, go to a play with, watch your favourite movie with
netflix and chill with, go ice-skating with, play dodgeball against
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Fanfiction Club: The Rules
This idea came to me when I woke up first thing this morning.
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list of favorite things as a fanfic author:
When someone is really freaking mad at me for inducing an emotional response from them
when readers give me a background of how/when they read my writing
when readers give me a background of why they shouldn’t have been reading my writing (usually while at work)
when readers quote my work back to me in comments
the frickin’ real heroes here, the ones who comment on every chapter of an ongoing multi-chapter fic
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Hey, I got some characters for the character bingo! Sniffles, Nutty, Flippy, The mole, lumpy, and ice bear! Sorry if that’s too many characters!
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Hello! Sorry for the late reply, but here’s my answers for you. I was close to getting a bingo but didn’t quite make it ^^;
If you have any other characters for the bingo send them my way! (Also if you want me to continue off this board or start fresh is up to you!)
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It’s been awhile… maybe send me a character and I’ll do this bingo thing!
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Fall Writing Prompts
"who doesn't like pumpkin pie?!"
walking through an apple orchard with your partner
"can you warm me up? i'm cold." / "it's only fifty degrees outside."
watching rom coms while it storms outside
"everything needs to have pumpkin in it...it's the rules."
going on a walk and crunching on the leaves
"are you wearing my flannel?"
doing a fall themed puzzle together
"why do you need so many candles?"
losing your partner in a corn maize
"did you bring a jacket?" / "no" / "here, take mine."
wearing your partners hoodies when it's cold in the morning
"you've worn orange every day of the week."
going on hay rides together
"is it supposed to be this cold yet?"
cuddling with your partner on a cold day
"at least i'm cozy now"
taking kids trick or treating
"aw, you're blushing." / "no, i'm just cold."
making blankets together
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Hey guys, I really hate to do this but I need some help coming up with funds for a summer college course…
My fasfa doesn’t cover summer courses and I really really need to take this class. Even if you can’t donate, I would be super grateful to everyone who shares this.
The funds(I need at least $1,400 to take this 3 credit course) will be used solely to take this summer course that is required for my major and nothing else. If I can’t take this course it will set me back in my four year plan by a year which will end up costing me and my family way more than we can spare. Every little bit counts, even just a share. So please feel free to repost and even to post on other sites if you feel the need to.
Thank you in advance to everyone who shares, donates, or even just reads through this. Thank you and I’m sorry that I have to ask for this… it makes me feel really bad but the fear of being a burden to my family with these costs is too much to bear. So thank you… I hope to repay everyone’s kindness someday…
https://gofund.me/db244fb2
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Dirty Little Secret - (THG) Haymitch X Me 2.0, Chapter 2 - Dead Bodies
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 Hey guys! It’s been another minute but I finally got another burst of inspiration for this story… so here is the next part! If you enjoy it then please reblog! (And comment too if you please <3 it really helps with my motivation to write). Anyway, I hope you guys like this little update as I introduce you to Me 2.0 (me but in the hunger games world… so slightly different me ^^; self-insert me as you say), so if you don’t like self insert then please turn away and find something else to read. I will not apologize or feel bad for writing something for my own enjoyment :) 
Now without further ado, read on my little mini muffins! (Also if you’re worried because of the title… there is only mention of the thought of dead bodies, but no in depth description!) Let me know what you think and reblog if you enjoy <3 
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Dirty Little Secret - (THG) Haymitch X Me 2.0, Chapter 1 - Inquiry
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Hey guys! It’s been awhile… again. But I’m back for a minute at least! I’ve had this song-inspired-fic story idea in my head for awhile now and I can’t help but to write it and share it with you guys. So I hope you enjoy my little self-ship fic and no I will not apologize for writing it or anything else I’ve written. Anyway… enjoy ^^
P.s. I don’t have any real timeline for updating so… don’t expect any regular updates or anything ^^; If anything, updates will be more constant with the more interaction I get (comments and reblogs especially!!). So if you like this, please comment! Thanks~
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Dirty Little Secret - (THG) Haymitch X Me 2.0, Chapter 2 - Dead Bodies
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 Hey guys! It’s been another minute but I finally got another burst of inspiration for this story... so here is the next part! If you enjoy it then please reblog! (And comment too if you please <3 it really helps with my motivation to write). Anyway, I hope you guys like this little update as I introduce you to Me 2.0 (me but in the hunger games world... so slightly different me ^^; self-insert me as you say), so if you don’t like self insert then please turn away and find something else to read. I will not apologize or feel bad for writing something for my own enjoyment :) 
Now without further ado, read on my little mini muffins! (Also if you’re worried because of the title... there is only mention of the thought of dead bodies, but no in depth description!) Let me know what you think and reblog if you enjoy <3 
Chapter 2 - Dead Bodies
Sky stared down at the letter in her hands. The writing was typed; crisp and clear, on the whitest paper she’d ever held. She carefully thumbed around the words, afraid that if she held it too tightly, she would leave fingerprints. A faint smell of roses wafted from the page, and she wrinkled her nose as it did. 
  What kind of joke is this? she wondered. Why me? The letter had been addressed to her, straight off the desk of the secretary of Effie Trinket, signed by the Capital’s psychiatrist team, overviewed by the vice president of the gamemakers association by order of none other than President Snow himself. 
“... furthermore, I have personally assigned you to be the official caretaker of the victor of the 50th annual Hunger Games; Haymitch Abernathy…” She read aloud. The writing was clear, yet Sky couldn’t seem to retain any of the information it held. She read it over and over again but nothing made sense. 
“Just because my family is known for its medical knowledge, doesn’t mean that you can assign me to be some visiting nurse!” she exclaimed at the page. Especially to be a nurse for… him.
  “Well, let me see it here,” Sky’s mother offered her hand and took the letter from her. She read it over with squinted eyes and a look that screamed opportunity. When she had found what she was looking for, she gasped and tapped the page rapidly with her finger.
 “Here! It says they will offer you a salary,” she turned to Sky, serious now. “You know how expensive supplies have been getting now. If this blockade continues we’ll lose our business and we won’t be able to help just everyone that comes to our door.”
 “I know…” Sky sighed.
 “And with this money,” her mother continued, “And this connection, you might just be able to convince Snow to supply us… in name of your newly given assignment of course.”
 Sky shifted from foot to foot, wringing her hands behind her back. “I know…” she said again. She hated to think of him as an “assignment”. He’d been through enough only to be reduced to a job that she could take advantage of. But, family was everything and if you didn’t have family in District 12, you didn’t have anything. Sky knew that she needed to accept this reality even before she came to her mother for help on the matter. 
 “It’s not like you don’t have any idea of what you’re doing,” her mother attempted to look on the bright side. “Besides, when was the last time he’s left his house? The capital had to drag him out for another one of their rich people celebrations last month and I don’t think he’s doing more than drinking away in there. It won’t be the worst job in the world, especially with a salary like this,” she shook the paper again before handing it back to her daughter. 
 Sky nodded and folded the paper into her jacket pocket. “I’ll make my first check up today then.”
 She prepared herself a small “check-up” bag with things she thought she might need; a stubby pencil, the letter, her great-grandmother’s stethoscope, her dingy-half-working watch, and some cohesive bandages to top it all off.
 “Are we even sure he’s still alive?” Sky nervously asked her mother as she stepped out the door, deciding to stash a pocket knife in her jeans pocket before she left. She gazed out the door at the hill that led up to the victors’ village. 
 Her mother shrugged and patted her daughter on the back, “Maybe that’s why they’re sending you to find out.”
 “Wow, that makes me feel so much better about this,” Sky deadpanned, though her stomach twisted at the thought. It wasn’t an unusual thing to see a dead body in District 12. But something about the thought of seeing his dead body sent anxiety through her veins.
 Despite this, she pushed forward onto the gravel street, leaving to the sound of her mother encouraging her to do her best and then closing the door before inviting the next patient into their small home-run clinic.
 Outside the air was heavy. The dark clouds were slowly twisting across the pale sky, choking out the blue of the early afternoon, leaving the already dreary district in a dull-grey sheen of light. Not even a few steps later and it began to sprinkle.
 Sky allowed herself to slow her pace even as her clothes began to dampen. Even as her hair started to stick to the sides of her face and her socks grew cold and uncomfortable inside her shoes. She attempted to avoid the puddles, steadily forming from almost nothing. The water turned murky and black as it mixed with the coal dust hidden in the rocks, swirling just as the clouds did. 
 If she hadn’t been so mesmerized with the way the ground looked as she passed it, she might have realized that she’d gotten to the victors’ village much faster than she’d anticipated. The shadow of the titled arch almost startled her when she came across it. 
 She took a deep breath and turned to look up at the black iron lettering before her eyes wandered over to the white smoke drifting off behind it. The smoke came from the chimney of the only used house in the village. Seeing as district 12 had only ever had one victor of that sick, demented show the rich people called a ‘game’. Sky shuddered at the memories of having to bear witness to it every year on the projector screens in the middle of town, of having to watch his year. 
 Sky had never wished to grow up so quickly as she did that year. The torment, the anxiety of just waiting to see if your name would be called year after year for a fight to the death was too much. Seeing what it did to him… and everyone else was heartbreaking and terrifying. The day she turned 19 was the happiest of her life.
 It wasn’t an easy thing to have escaped the reaping roll call. Even four years later, at age 23, she could, no, can still feel the fear building up within her veins with each passing day it gets closer to another roundup of poor souls. 
 A shudder ran through her, breaking her out of her thoughts. There’s no time to think about this, she reminded herself, I have work to do. And so, she set forth to the large towering house. Though she knew this was his house, it seemed almost lonelier than the rest. All uniform, prim and pressed, the outside looked all but pampered compared to the rest of district 12. The only thing tying it in being the district symbol wound into the concrete steps that lead up to the front door. 
 Despite herself, Sky’s hand shook as she held up her fist to knock at the perfectly white door. She hesitated only a moment before allowing her knuckles to rap against the wood, once, twice, three- four times. She did it quickly, before she could change her mind and run back home.
 There was a loud silence as she waited for an answer. “That’s weird, he should be home.” She awkwardly glanced to each side of her. She looked right at the carefully trimmed bushes, but there wasn’t a sound. She looked left at the window where the curtains were drawn long and unmoving. She looked back at the door where it sat, still shut.
 “Maybe I should-” her hand moved to the door handle before she could think it through further. The silver metal was cold in her hand as she turned it ever so slightly. She didn’t expect anything to happen when- click!
 The door fell open almost too easily and Sky jumped back in alarm, pulling her hand into her chest as if she’d been burned. But there was no one behind the door that she could see as she peered into the dark entrance. Her mind screamed at her that this was a bad idea, she should close the door and pretend that nothing ever happened.
 Sky bit the inside of her cheek and looked behind herself at the distant town awaiting her return. She could go right now, turn back. She could deal with her mother’s scolding… but could she deal with her disappointment? With an uneasy groan, she turned back to the now open door.
 What if he’s hurt in there? Her mind said now, sending a shock wave of fear to her stomach. With that, the decision was made. There was no going back.
 Sky straightened her back and adjusted her bag strap, holding onto it for dear life. And with one last breath of heavy grey air, she took the first few steps inside of the house.
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And that’s the end of chapter 2! What did you guys think? If you enjoyed this please please please reblog so my work can be shared with others who may enjoy it! Thanks and have a good day/night/etc everyone!
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Are you going to write more?
the real question is, are you going to reblog more?
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hey i made this fanfic writer meme. drop in my ask which one u think i am!!!!
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Dirty Little Secret - (THG) Haymitch X Me 2.0, Chapter 1 - Inquiry
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Hey guys! It’s been awhile… again. But I’m back for a minute at least! I’ve had this song-inspired-fic story idea in my head for awhile now and I can’t help but to write it and share it with you guys. So I hope you enjoy my little self-ship fic and no I will not apologize for writing it or anything else I’ve written. Anyway… enjoy ^^
P.s. I don't have any real timeline for updating so... don’t expect any regular updates or anything ^^; If anything, updates will be more constant with the more interaction I get (comments and reblogs especially!!). So if you like this, please comment! Thanks~
1 - Inquiry
Euphemia had had it. She decided this as she adjusted her neon green wig, pulling her own hair back with a tight-fitting wig cap and glue. She wrinkled her nose at the smell, lifting it yet again to that stubborn patch of baby hairs on the tip top of her forehead. With a small eyelash brush, she skillfully swiped at her forehead until all the loose hairs were neatly laid back enough to be out of sight when she finally set her wig properly again.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, a woman so positively obsessed with her looks must be as vain as a peacock. But this is not the case. Rather, Euphemia would have preferred her pink wig, something with less weight on top of her head. No, this appearance, this tall green wig packed with tight coiled curls and intricate swoops and indentations, was for the public and that dreaded long-forgotten holiday for a short green man who naughtily pinched at each person not wearing his signature color. The woman cringed at the thought of any man, short or not, handling her in such a way.
Men. The root of a surplus of problems in Euphemia’s life. They were always wanting to look, talk, touch. It was all too much. No amount of protests could call them to stop, no amount of kind words, nor forceful shouting could make them stop. The woman huffed, clearly not in the mood to be thinking over such obstacles.
Anyway, she thought, most men were subdued now that she publicly made far much more money than any of them would ever hope. That was a funny thing about them, they thought they loved her, thought they could control her, until they found out how much she made.
Many were angry with her for this fact, though they simply had no right to be, no matter what kind of relationship they had or might have had. They argued with her about whether she should continue to work. Of course, they thought, now that a man is here to take care of you, there is no need for you to have any part of your own life. And Euphemia had waved them all away. If they couldn’t handle the fact that she had a successful career and that she wouldn’t bow down to their every whim, then clearly, she simply didn’t need to have anything to do with them.
While she was satisfied with this, no men coming to knock at her door in the early hours of the morning meant she could sleep in peacefully for once, there was still one man she could not hope to deal with by herself anymore.
Haymitch Abernathy, winner of the 50th hunger games. And major alcoholic, Euphemia added with a roll of her eyes. She tried very hard not to judge him for this the first few years their lives intertwined, but after awhile, like everything every other man had done, it had become too much to deal with.
Euphemia had had it. Had it with the drunken mess of a man every year, stumbling to the stage, making a fool of himself in front of the entire district. Had it with his laziness, scoffing at the new tributes, not even bothering to give them any useful advice. Had it with his outbursts, shouting and recklessly breaking whatever may be in his path. Had it with his lame attempts at looking presentable each time the camera rolled around, not even bothering to comb his hair, messed from another night of no sleep. Had it with everything he had ever done. Had it with him. And that was that.
“And I know just how to handle this,” she spoke aloud to herself as she plumped her lips. The green-tinted lipstick glided effortlessly across her freshly sugar scrubbed skin and she smiled.
Just a few small corrections for political politeness and her letter would soon be on it’s way to the president himself. He would read over the document and realize how much of a burden Haymitch had been on her and fix the problem with a simple wave of his hand.
Euphemia sighed once more at the thought of a man having to step in to solve her problems. But this was different. If no order of woman could get that mess of a man to shape up and at least act the part, then straight word from the most powerful leader would sure do it. There’s nothing that can make a man jump more than the word of another man.
A knock upon her dressing room door pulled the pampered woman from her thoughts. “Yes?”
“The final draft ma’am?” her short, green-bobbed secretary held the document out to her with a polite nod.
Euphemia read it over slowly, turning over each word in her mind for a final time. It had to be perfect. Flawless. One slip up and her very rank in the capitol was threatened. This was a risk, but one she was more and more than willing to take as the years dragged on. She would be rid of this weight once and for all. Even if she risked her very career.
She clicked her tongue and read it over again, then hummed in approval. “See to it that this is put on the first delivery train that leaves today.”
The secretary nodded, “Yes ma’am.” She turned and closed the door silently.
Meanwhile, Euphemia turned back to the mirror. She pressed her fingertips to her false-hairline and smoothed out the creases gathering at the corners of her eyes. Yes, she’d had it. And that was that, it had been that way for years. But this time, she was going to get her way. She’d sent out her inquiry and now all she could do was wait.
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So this first part is a bit short but it’s purpose is to get you into the world a bit. I hope you’ve enjoyed it don’t forget to comment/reblog if you did! Also just as a reminder, this is a self-insert fic for me using a 2.0 version of myself within The Hunger Games world. If you don't like fics like this then please just move on and ignore this instead of sending hate for no reason. Thanks!
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I may or may not have a little self-insert fic in the works... we’ll see if I actually get around to posting it or not ^^;
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