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Being a victor selected for the Quarter Quell, and Haymitch Abernathy confessing that he wanted to marry you for a long time would include
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- You accepting stoically your cruel destiny, frightened and hating what the Capitol have decided for you and all the others victors, but believing you can’t do a thing to avoid it.
- You finally meeting him in the Capitol, on the training room’s door when he is going there with Peeta and Katniss, and him looking worried and overwhelmed, all suddenly, as soon as he puts his eyes on yours.
- Him asking you for some minutes alone, but that never being possible by your multiple obligations and his ones, and him always being pissed off by the fact he can’t find a moment to tell you whathever he is trying to tell.
- Him gripping your wrist out of nowhere the last day, minutes before you have to be interviewed by Caesar, and pulling you to an empty changing room, keyclosing the door to finally have some solitude with you.
- Him, surprisingly sober to his habitual, promising you that what he is going to tell you is not something that came to his mind just a couple hours ago, but years, and swearing that everything would be fine if you finally say no, leaving you in the biggest of the doubts for a moment.
- Him finally confessing how deep he loves you, and how worried he is about your fate in the games, clenching his teeth strongly and looking to other part, trying to control himself, when he thinks on the horrible things that may happen to you in the arena.
- Him using sarcasm as a defense mode, but attacking himself this time, asking loud voice to himself about how can he be so fool to believe that you might even like him, a drunk guy of the 12th district, when you are unable to say a word by the impression of his heartly confession, and you having to make the next move to him physically, grabbing his hand or caring his cheek, trying to control your emotions.
- Him understanding it well, and pulling you against his chest, aspiring your aroma and filling his lungs with it, mumbling on your hair that he should have been there with you, in the arena, to protect and care you, and you snuggling against him, promising him that you prefer to have him there, sane and safe, rather than in such a dangerous place, promising him that having him out there will be the better reason to stay alive.
- Him pulling out a small golden ring, chuckling, swearing you that he have owned it for a really long time, just waiting for you to wear it… if you want it; you, understanding he will not pop out the question directly because is not in his nature being that romantic usually, nodding and letting him to put the ring on your finger.
- You kissing the ring and pulling it out, forcing him to keep it for you, because you fear to lost it on the arena, and him slipping it on his jacket upper pocket, near to his heart, smiling shyly and pulling you even more against him.
- Him asking, low voice, his crooked nose caressing yours side to side, that are you sure that you would settle with him, the drunk victor from the 12, and you silenting him with a kiss, breaking it the just time to assure him you are not settling with him, and that you will come back to wear that ring and to hold his hand in front of every one who wants to see you two, kissing him again deeply and passionately.
- Him spending the last minutes you can be together groping hungrily all your body, kissing you ferverlyshy, until he lost his breath, and repeating the actions as soon as he catch it back, leaving small marks on your skin even when he is groping you over your clothes, by the intensity and passion he is putting on his actions.
- Him opening the door to let you go finally, heartbroken, and swearing you that he will do everything that is on his hand - and some things that are not even, if necessary - to keep you alive and well, and you swearing him you will do everything that you should do to come back to him, kissing your now nude finger like you was wearing still his ring.
You Can Do Anything - (THG) Haymitch X Me
Hey guys <3 I know I’ve been really absent lately and have spent a lot of time away with no real explanation… but hopefully this short self-insert will help clear things up!
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“Checking it again?” Haymitch asked, watching the girl open her email for the millionth time today.
The girl hummed in reply, confirming his question. All that could be heard now was the click-clack of her fingers typing on the keyboard and the occasional deeper click of her mouse against something on the screen.
“Nothing,” she murmured. “I’ll have to check again later.”
Haymitch allowed himself a laugh at that. “Later? Doll, you said that not two minutes ago and you’re already at it again!”
“I have to keep checking. I could miss it and end up replying a week later! What kind of a client would I be if I did that?”
“Hey,” Haymitch held up his hands in defence, “I never said anything like that. I’m just suggesting that you leave that computer alone for a bit and relax a second.”
Sky rolled her eyes, already opening up another tab from her email again.
“Don’t you do it,” he warned, narrowing his eyes at the girl in a playful manner.
Sky kept eye contact with him as her hands moved over the mouse.
“Don’t do it.”
The mouse glided across the desk top effortlessly.
“Don’t you dare-”
Click.
Haymitch lunged at the girl, pushing the mouse away from her fingertips with one hand, using the other to keep her trapped in her seat, unable to move inorder to reach either the mouse or the computer again. She struggled against his light hold, attempting to doge over his body, grasping for the mouse once more.
“Haymitch!” she whined. “Give it back!”
“Not a chance, doll,” he grinned at her angry pout.
It was such a dramatic look that she almost looked as if she was actually angry. Almost. If it wasn’t for the giggle bubbling up from her chest, Haymitch would have almost felt bad for restricting her computer privileges.
Pushing against the roller chair a bit more and Haymitch had successfully pushed the girl about two feet away from her precious computer. “That’s enough for today,” he spoke, reaching for the power button.
“Wait! Just one more time, let me check it one more time,” Sky called desperately, already reaching for the computer again.
“Nope, uh-uh,” Haymitch denied her.
“Just a quick peak?” Sky attempted a bargain. “One last time, I promise, and then we’ll go do something else.”
“Hmm,” Haymitch pretended to think for a moment, a teasing smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Don’t think so,” and with that, he pressed down on the power button and the entire computer shut down.
The sound that left Sky’s mouth was anything but human. “No!” she cried, pushing Haymitch out of the way and jamming her finger over the power button.
“No, no, no, no, no!” she muttered, clicking the mouse rapidly as the slow computer restarted.
The blonde man sighed, blowing a stray strand of hair out of his face as Sky rushed past him again. The screen turned white and a loading bar appeared. It would turn back on but it would likely take half an hour at least depending on the updates it decided to take up at the moment.
“No!” Sky exclaimed again, falling back from her chair and collapsing onto her messily made bed.
On the other side of the room, the computer started a timer showing the estimated time the restart would take. As of now, it showed over thirty minutes.
Haymitch gave a short, exasperated laugh as he stood over the now moping girl. “So much for getting ya out of this house.” He sat on the edge of the bed, messing a hand into Sky’s hair as she lay face down into her pillow.
She groaned into it as he lazily threw her hair out of her face, leaning closer in order to peer into her one open eye. She looked more than a bit annoyed at his attempts to get her away from her computer.
“Aw, come on Sky. Please don’t be mad,” Haymitch pleaded, preparing his apology in the back of his mind.
He put his hands on either side of her face, cupping her cheeks in his hands as he gently pulled her face up to face his. He smiled at her lovingly and then that smile dropped into a frown. There were tears in her eyes.
“Sky?” he questioned.
“What if I’m not what they’re looking for?” she whispered as the tears pooled in her bright blue eyes. “What if they don’t like what I wrote?”
The first tears that fell were warm on Haymitch’s knuckles, missing her cheeks completely. The man instantly felt the worry and the sadness building in the cavity of his chest where his heart lay at the sight.
“Honey, don’t be ridiculous. You don’t know what they’ll think of it-”
“That’s why I keep checking!”
“Okay, okay, I know,” Haymitch smiled sadly at her. “I know this is scary but you just sent that query today. You can’t know immediately what they’ll think.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” the girl admitted, feeling small in his arms. “What if they don’t like it? Haymitch, I’ve been working my whole life for this moment, it’s been all I’ve ever wanted and now, I just don’t know what to do.”
Haymitch’s smile brightened at her words, holding her to him. “Well, hang on now, there’s nothing wrong with being scared or worried about this! It is scary and you have every right to be feeling however you want, scared, excited, nervous, all three? You can go through all the emotions for all I care!” He attempted to laugh it off but the look on Sky’s face told him she wasn’t amused at the moment.
“Doll, I of all people know how hard you’ve worked for this. I can’t imagine how you must be feeling about this, but believe me when I say that constantly checking your email all day will not help,” he chuckled at her flushed cheeks, becoming embarrassed. “But let me say this: no matter what happens with this letter, I know you won’t give up. You gotta keep trying no matter what. The first person you submit to won’t always be the one that will like your writing but I promise that someone out there will love it! You just gotta keep trying, doll.”
Haymitch pulled away from their embrace, hands moving to cup her face once more. Her eyes were red from the short cry but she couldn’t look any less hopeful, reassured by his words. His grin was contagious and slowly, she felt her own lips tugging up in a smile.
“And you know what?” he asked her, sparking a familiar light in her eyes that he couldn’t help but to love.
She relaxed into his touch as he gently pulled her face towards his, closing her eyes as his lips pressed lovingly against her forehead.
“You can do anything,” he whispered as he pushed their foreheads together, eyes locked together in an understanding.
“Thank you for believing in me,” she whispered back, finally connecting their lips in a short kiss.
“‘Course,” Haymitch smiled into the kiss. “‘N don’t you forget it.”
“You can do anything~”
Haymitch/You - the grosser points of seduction - pt one
You’ve been unfortunate enough to be singled out by some Capitol VIP as the next in a line of amusing conquests and see in this your chance to promote yourself from Victor’s assistant to rebel spy - the only question being how to ensure you’ll keep his interest.
Haymitch has been a mentor for a very long time and, as he puts it himself, has a lot of experience with people trying to screw him out of what little he has. Naturally, this makes him the perfect person to show you the way to a man’s heart, and if that means lessons in slow dancing and having to exchange meaningful, lingering glances, well… that’s just a few more knocks you’ll have to take for the team.
TL;DR: Haymitch agrees to teach a guileless reader how to flirt. Slow and cheesy burn with neither party daring to realise the interest is mutual, set vaguely during the tour in Catching Fire.
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What if?
Hunger Games
Haymitch Abernathy x female! reader
Warning: curse words, haymitch kinda being a lil horn dog
Specifics: comedy, romance, angst, one-shot, prompts, pics, race neutral reader
People: haymitch abernathy, president snow
Words: 1,427
Requested: By anon Hello, could you please write something about Haymitch x reader (Hunger Games) ? They’re both former winners for their respective districts, longtime friends and they’ve feelings for each other but have never dared to confess anything to the other, with prompt #1: “how much did you drink?”, prompt #11: “you owe me a kiss.” and prompt #21: “you’re not very intimidating.” Thank you !
Prompts:
1 - “how much did you drink?”
11 - “you owe me a kiss.”
21 - “you’re not very intimidating.”
Authors Note: ooooooooh i love how this one turned out! usually i hate my crappy writing but idk maybe i was overly inspired and i feel this came out actually pretty good imnotgonnalie!!! anywho i feel tho that this love story aint that rlly finished…i might IF YA GIRL GOT TIME i might write a second part to this idk i just IDK I REALLY FRICKIN LOVE THIS!!! i hope u guys do and thnx anon for request and if u guys ever want me to tag u…u know where to find me
You gathered your things, checking your attire as you stepped in front of a mirror.
“I hate these things,” you muttered to yourself as you added the finishing touches to your makeup. You were on your way to a gathering, a party, where it was for the new tributes to the Hunger Games.
Did you want to be there? No.
Did you have to be there? Yes.
You were a fierce mentor for your district. You had to show up, it was needed for the place you were in. People had to see that your district was trying.
As you went over there you saw the invitation. Written in beautiful writing but smelling of a terrible, pungent odor you recognized it as President Snow’s scent.
“Awful smell,” you covered your nose, throwing your invitation in your purse you stared longingly at the window. This will be another time where you would have to be face to face with Haymitch. You two started off as rivals but then eventually turned into longtime good friends. A point in time when you were maturing you two fell out of communication until recently you and Haymitch got back together as if there were never a space between you two. As if there never was a time when you two didn’t see each other, it was like old times. Upon seeing him again however sparked something within that didn’t spark when you used to see him when you were younger. He age like fine wine. Becoming more gruff and tough than his youthful days, always leaning towards alcohol.
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Hi !!! Hamitch x Reader? Reader (who is a victor of one of the previous games) doesn't sleep alot because of nightmares. Reader often travels with Hamitch during the victor's tour. So one night after everyone is in bed, They fall asleep leaning on the door to Hamitch's room. When he opens the door like two minutes later (to get a drink or take a leak or whatever), he has to catch them. Reader is out cold so he brings them to his bed and comforts them when the nightmares start? THANK YOU
Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took so long to post! I love Haymitch! There isn’t enough post about him!! Request are still open!!
Edit: Haymitch x fem! Reader
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The nightmares were every night. They never seemed to stop. Every time she closed her eyes she seen the blood of the hunger games. She seen all those people she had to kill to survive. It took a piece of her every time she seen the her victims in her sleep.
Y/n was good friends with Haymitch. Some would tease the two saying they were more like a couple then they were friends. Y/n helped Haymitch out when it came to tributes. She helped give them advice. Telling them what they should and shouldn’t do.
All day long she put on a brace face, but behind those strong (y/e/c) eyes were a little girl who wa afraid of what was in her mind. A girl who couldn’t go to sleep due to her own mind.
It was night time and once again Y/n couldn’t sleep. She tried everything. Lavender, tea, medicines. Nothing ever seemed to worked. Y/n got out of her bed and started walking. Praying that it would help her get some sleep without any nightmares.
She walked into the kitchen in the train grabbing some water and was about to head to her room when she felt sleep all of a sudden. She knew she would pass out if she tried to make it to her room. So she just slid down the wall leaning against whatever so she could sleep.
A few minutes later she was woken by the wall behind her falling down and something catching her.
“What are you doing sleeping against my door?” Haymitch chuckled at the Y/s/t woman.
“I fell asleep when I was on the way back to my room. I’ll go now. I didn’t mean to bother you.” She said quickly trying to leave.
“Y/n, I know about the nightmares. Why don’t you just sleep in here with me.” Haymitch Offered her with a soft friendly smile.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to bother you.”
“Your not bothering me. Come on.” He said softly, lightly grabbing her arms and pulling to the bed. Lifting the blanket for her to curl up in. Haymitch lied on the other side. Letting her curl up into his side comfortably.
“Do you want to talk about the dreams?” Haymitch asked as he caressed her soft (y/h/c) hair.
She took a shake exhale as she started.
“I keep dreaming about the games. Seeing all the people I hurt and killed. Seeing how I hurt some of the people I cared about.” She felt the tears prick at the corner of her eyes.
“I just want the dreams to stop. They only stop if I’m awake. Every time I close my eyes I see them.” Haymitch nodded as he kissed her forehead pulling her as close as physically possible to her.
“You can stay here as long as you need to. I’ll keep the bad dreams away. Nobody can hurt you here. Not without going through me first.”
Y/n smiled looking at the blue eyed man. Leaning forwards she pressed a soft kiss onto his plump chapped lips.
“Thank you.” She whispered. A little out of breath from the kiss.
“Any time, sweetheart.”
Secret garden..
Fandom: The hunger games
Pairing; Haymitch abernathy x female reader
Request: Hey babes! I was wondering if you could write something for Haymitch from THG? Maybe where he and reader have to keep their relationship secret cause of the capital always wanting to find more ways to hurt him? So like maybe a hint of angst with lots of “secret relationship” fluff? Thank you so much! And you don’t have to write this if you don’t want to 😊✨🌙
Request open or not: At the moment no, but maybe soon trying to get a few things done first.
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Haymitch/You - the grosser points of seduction - pt two
Haymitch was at his worst, on a scale of all bad, in the mornings. The closer you had gotten to the Capitol the more forceful everyone had gotten about dragging him out of bed and now, here, he actually usually padded to the breakfast table in various states of undress before everyone else had cleared it. This morning you watched him on his way in. Today’s ensemble was a beautiful, dark blue robe (god knew where he’d gotten it from - it was not his size), stained, creased and hanging open over a bare chest and a pair of pyjama pants you wouldn’t have deigned to repurpose as cleaning rags. Katniss greeted him and got no reply. He lifted one of the many lids on the buffet table, caught a whiff of what was underneath and practically changed colours. The metallic clatter of the lid coming back down made him wince - obviously he’d kept the party going well after you’d left.
“Oh! You’re joining us at last,” Effie trilled in her patented indoors voice and pulled her hat off of the chair two seats over just in time before he crashed down into it. “Good morning, Haymitch.”
“No,” explained Haymitch, picked up a fork and started taking out his mood on his sparsely populated plate.
Well, he was unbalanced, so that was a good start. You eyed him while you ate and chatted.
Haymitch wasn’t a catch, you knew that. He was at least ten years your senior, had nothing to give in general and, if you did ever get him into bed, would probably have even less to give there. At least, that’s what logic told you. So, what was it then?
Well, for one, despite what he pretended to think he was still a looker, in a rugged, crooked, kind of greasy way. He didn’t give a shit, he had nothing to prove and nothing to lose. He hated himself, but he was smug, too. That shit eating grin, that leering look, that swagger he had sometimes when he could be bothered… you just couldn’t shake the feeling that it all amounted to something, that he’d be an animal in the sack. Filthy, up for anything, too realistic to expect anything more than what he got given in the moment, too careless to let vanity get in the way of giving you what you wanted.
And he hadn’t lost all fire or all his skills. These kids had inspired him come back to his ruthless, clever, caring-despite-himself self. Maybe you could do the same for his inner sleaze - after all, that was barely buried in the first place. And… alcohol was a preservative, right?
When Haymitch reached across the table for the salt, his robe pulled apart a little wider and you took the opportunity to take a good, long peek at his torso. Not too shabby. You cleared your throat. Your muse had arrived - it was time to get to work.
“I thought the gyms were only intended for the tributes.”
He didn’t even glance at you. “They wouldn’t be much use if us mentors didn’t tag along to show the kids how it’s done, would they?”
“I’ll say.” Now he did look up, bemused, and you held his gaze. “And do you ever let them have a go, too? Or do you spend the whole time showing off.”
Haymitch didn’t catch your drift until you nodded meaningfully at his bare chest and for a second, he actually looked a little flustered and moved as if to close his robe. Then his face split into a grin and he wagged his finger at you. “Hah! Good play, sweetheart. Not entirely plausible, but good play.”
You grinned sheepishly back at him. Katniss, who’d looked on as lost as the others, cut in. “What are you talking about?”
“Our little socialite here’s asked me to teach her how to trick General Jr. into spilling all his guts.”
“Oh, please,” said Effie. “I don’t want to hear any more about your horrible scheme - I find it all to be in very bad taste.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s mercenary.”
“Sorry, Effie.” You shook your head, trying to dislodge your smile. “I promise I won’t stroke Haymitch’s ego in your presence again.”
Haymitch waggled his eyebrows. “Now that I know it’s on, I’ll insist on private lessons only.”
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this just in: theyre both fucking idiots
