received news that, at a less mature point in my life, I would have been made very upset by. instead of falling apart and spiralling - I channeled my negative energy into doing a lot of drugs.
Dirty Little Secret - (THG) Haymitch X Me 2.0, Chapter 1 - Inquiry
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 ^^
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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!
