Heyy,
I‘d love to request a Haymitch x reader fic! Just something wholesome. Some bullet points for the context:
-age gap
-she falls first he falls harder
-enemies to friends with benefits to lovers
-maybe a tiny bit of spice
The rest is totally up to you!!!
— PAST EMOTIONS
@mariechristine00
pairing(s) - soft!haymitch x recovering!fem reader
word count - 801
warnings - mentions of sex (past tense), light bickering, age gap (haymitch is 42 & reader is 27), implied situations.
proofread? - yes.
note from author - why did his flirting make me giggle 🤭 ???
summary - you were rescued from the capitol along with other victors - haymitch is your first visitor and you're happy to see him.
“You don’t happen to have any alcohol on you, do you?” Haymitch asked. He was your very first visitor since you had been brought to District 13 - along with Peeta, Johanna, and Annie. You considered Haymitch as a friend, of sorts…though you two didn’t get along when you first met.
I smile gently when you saw Haymitch was your first visitor. you were definitely happy to see a friendly face. “You think I’d be able to smuggle something like that in?”
“You’d be surprised.” He said, in a matter-of-fact tone. “How’d your visit with Coin go?” He asked, now stepping into your room.
“Haven’t gone yet.” You shook your head. “She thought I’d be in the same shape as Peeta.” And this was true, Coin had said that you should get your rest.
Haymitch seemed to find your words amusing, chuckling slightly before sitting in a nearby chair. "How are you feeling?" He asked, in a much kinder tone than that of how he spoke to you before. He didn't seem like the type to care about other victors' welfare - but he was much more attentive to you since your rescue.
This out-of-character nature seemed to confuse you when you pointed that out to him. "Since when have you started being so nice?"
He shrugged, raising an eyebrow as if he just found your question amusing. "You're not in a condition to be picking fights, are you?"
You scoffed. You two always had this banter going on with eachother but - the tension was released the few times you had slept together.
His grey-blue eyes met yours. "Besides..." He continued. "I've always been nice. To you."
You chuckled at his comment. "No, you haven't. We hated eachother when we first met."
His smirk grew at the mention of your first meeting. He looked as if he had remembered something that amused him greatly - though he kept it to himself. "Maybe, but even then...couldn't deny the chemistry, could we?" He asked.
You gave him a side glance with a soft chuckle. "I wanted to smack you in the face the first time we met - if you wanna call that chemistry..."
"And I would've loved every second of it," He said, his smirk growing. "You have to admit, the physical tension..." He trailed off, hoping you'd finish the sentence.
You smiled looking up from your eyebrows. You had been tracing designs on the blankets of your rather uncomfortable - recovery bed. "I know." You mumbled like a child would have.
"And the times - when we acted on it..." He let his sentence linger again, trying to get you to look over at him - which you eventually did. The playful smile on his expression seemed to indicate that he really did remember - quite clearly - the intimate times you two had spent together.
You met his eyes again and shook your head gently. This wasn't something you wanted to talk about now - especially since boundaries had been set beforehand.
"C'mon. You're telling me you don't remember? I certainly do..." He teased, getting up from his chair and sitting beside you on your bed. "We might've decided not to take it any further, but we both enjoyed every second of it, didn't we?"
You found yourself sighing. "Maybe we should've taken it further." You realized why you had agreed with him on the initial arrangement - you knew there was a chance that you could've been killed since you were helping the rebels. But now you were safe and recovering in the underground of District 13.
His smile grew again at this - it seemed that he had been secretly hoping the same thing this entire time. "I couldn't agree more." He admitted, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into a small side hug. "It's not too late..." He murmured, brushing your hair off your cheek and leaning closer to you.
You looked at him softly. "I'm not too young for you?" You joked gently. You were much younger than him, maybe by 15 years or so.
Haymitch smirked in response to your question. He mimicked your joking tone. "I think you're old enough to make your own decisions. Wouldn't you?" He whispered, his voice tinged with arousal as he moved his head closer to yours. His warm breath lightly brushed against the side of your face - as a chill seemed to travel up your spine.
You nodded with a gentle smile. "The age difference doesn't bother me..."
His lips met yours softly, before he pulled you even closer to him. You felt his warm body pressed against yours as his hand started to softly caress you hair. He broke away from the kiss with a soft laugh. "God, I've missed you."
You smirked gently. "Show me how much you've missed me-" You paused. "I'll close the door."
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