as you reach the basement door you realize that Haymitch didn't turn on the light. must have been in too much of a hurry to get downstairs. you flick on the light and as you reach the bottom of the stairs you see haymitch on the ground on his back with a pile of empty boxes next to him. "Well hello sweetheart! nice to see you!". he staggers up and strides up to you. you can tell he's still shaken buy the shake in his breath and the slight quiver of his hands as we head upstairs. he doesn't bother trying to explain himself, he knows you know why he was down there.
"so what brings you around sweetheart? need some help doing your hair or deciding on which dress to wear when?" haymitch says sarcasticly. you always wear a dress. not a long one but one that falls to just about your knees. he likes to comment on how you aways have a solid color and never any splash of other colors or designs of any kind. today your wearing a bright yellow sun dress that falls just above your knees. your wearing shorts under so you could move freely. you laugh and shrug it off. you sit across the kitchen table from him and he takes a draw from his bottle of white liquor and looks at you and asks "whatcha starin' at sweetheart?" you catch yourself and look away out the window and look into the pouring rain and say " nothing. just thinking about how I'll get home without getting soaked." your house is ways away in the village. it's about 9 houses away from haymitch.
"why'd you pick a house so damn far anyway?" Haymitch asks "i just liked the house. it has a little room that's perfect for my dog." i say knowing I've told him this before. "well maybe you should move closer so you can walk home when it rains." in spite of his sarcastic tone, i know he would want me to move closer. not so i could walk home easily but so he could come over in the dead of night when his nightmares get the better of him and he thinks I've actually died. "i know. i might one day." i say in a slightly longing tone. Haymitch looks deeply into my eyes just before there's another crash of thunder and he winces and gives a scared yelp.
i stand and go over to him and cover his ears so he can't hear as well as he would've. after a minute or two i shut the window so the sound is more muffled and cross back to him and say "why don't we go sit on the couch and talk. tell some jokes. eat some food and watch something." Haymitch nods sheepishly and gets up and we cross to his couch and sit down on the plush cushions. when we both plop down of either side of the sofa he lays his hand on top of mine and i look at him. he has a stressed look in his eyes and that keeps me from pulling away but doesn't keep me from blushing.
"what's the matter sweetheart?"
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haymitch x reader
Romanceyour spending a night at haymitch's house due to a big storm. All of his guest rooms are cluttered and filled with junk he's collected over the years so you decide to sleep on his couch. but he insists you sleep in his room but once your there your...
