"what's the matter sweetheart?"
the question snaps you out of the daze that the contact has caused you. "what? nothing!" you say shyly. Haymitch turns your hand into his so he's hold your hand. "can we just stay like this a little while sweetheart? i feel more . . . i don't know . . . safe when i can touch you." says Haymitch genuinely. you are shocked at how sincere he sounds and how utterly emotional he is being in this moment. i squeeze his seemingly giant hand in mine, "of course hon.", you say in a soothing voice. he gives you a smile and turns to the television. and you both watch a movie and eventually you fall asleep.
hours have passed since you dosed off. it is pitch black outside. it's still raining. Haymitch is lightly shaking me awake "sweetheart. (y/n). it's 10 you should go lay down." Haymitch is whispering in the most comforting way possible for his gruff voice. when I'm mostly awake i look to him and say "well i can take the couch and you can sleep in your room or the kitchen if you'd like or i can just walk home?". he shakes his head rapidly, " no no sweetheart. you shouldn't go home in this you'd be soaked and cold to the bone if you went home now. you should just stay here. take my room, i never sleep in it anyways." he says "no i can just sleep on the couch it really wouldn't be that big a deal. or i could go home and just change. it really wouldn't be-." i object but am interrupted by haymitch's lips setting on mine. I'm so startled i give a surprised squeal. haymitch pulls back abruptly and looks at me with concern. "I'm so sorry. i wasn't thinking. i shouldn't have-" but then it is me who is interrupting him. my lips lightly, quickly, touch his. i lean back and say "it's ok hon, I'll take your room."
he wishes me a good night as i walk up the stairs to his room. it's a good thing the house is dark. otherwise he would've been able to see my beat red face. 'He kissed me!!!' i think but then the memory hits me ' I kissed Haymitch?!?!?'. I question myself in my mind. I keep thinking back on the memory and reliving it as I strip into my under clothes and dress into a night shirt and boxers that are far too big for me from haymitch's wardrobe. I crawl into the bed that could easily fit me another person and max.
i lie down but sleep doesn't come. after about what feels like an hour i give up on sleep. i just sit here and relive the memory of that kiss i shared with that man. well 'kisses' i think to myself. i still can't believe i did that. i kissed him. i don't know what i was thinking but I'm glad i was thinking what u was in that moment. but then the thought of 'what if it was just s one time thing' 'what if it was only because he was drunk' 'what if-' but then my thoughts are interrupted by footsteps. Haymitch comes in to the room and sees me. "couldn't sleep?" he asks. i nod. "why? what's wrong?" he asked, worried. " i guess i just can't sleep without my dog or another being in the bed with me." i say, leaving out the crucial detail that i can't stop think about those kisses.
"well i could stay with you."
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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...
