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Pretend
Pretend || Peeta Mellark x Black!Fem!Reader(but truly any gender can read) || Takes place after the 74th hunger games but before 75th
for @xxshift4teamcapxx
Weeks after you and Peeta had made it out of the games, it seemed like the cameras were trained to stay on you two. To the both of you, cameras equaled “pretending” to be in love with each other. You two would often plan things, things that would grab the attention of the capitol. It would be small things such as Peeta helping you with moving furniture to your new home in the Victor’s Village, going on walks with one another, with just maybe a peck on the cheek, that sort of thing.
It was only just now when you had realized that Peeta might not have been as much of a faker as you are with your relationship. You two were in your living room, along with Haymitch, who was stumbling in and out of the kitchen.
“Do you think he’ll ever stop?” Peeta jokingly asked, as Haymitch rummaged through your cabinets in search of more liquor. For some reason, you didn’t seem to mind it as much as you usually would have.
Your legs were laid across Peeta’s lap, as the two of you watched “Capitol News”.
“I don’t think so.” You bluntly replied, which made Peeta turn his attention from the screen to you.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, reaching over to tuck a stray curl back into the silk wrapped around your head. You responded with a silent shake of your head and shrug of your shoulders.
“They’re probably watching us right now.” You muttered, resting your elbow on the arm of the couch.
“Why does it matter?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Why does it matter if they’re out there watching us or not?”
“Because then we’ll have to pretend for the cameras.” You whispered.
He tilted his head, almost like a questioning puppy. “Pretend?” He didn’t sound hurt, or even angry, just lost.
You shook your head. “Nevermind, forget it.”
“Well I can’t now!”
“Forget what?” Haymitch slurred before walking into the wall. You stood up and put a guiding hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it’s time for you to go.” You told him, before leading him to the front door.
“Well, now that we’re alone, maybe you could tell me now?” He suggested hopefully as you sat back down, a bit closer to him this time.
You huffed. “You know, since we survived together, everyone’s gonna expect us to be together, do everything together, be..you know, together!” You tried to put it in the best words you could.
“So we aren’t together?” He asked, sitting up from his original relaxed position.
You shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“You may not, but I do. Whatever I said in there, in the arena? I meant it. Maybe not the bad stuff or whatever but the things I said to you? I meant. Ever since we were put in the same class at school, wherever I would see you around the Hob, I just knew that I liked you, loved you even, and that you would be the one.”
You had zero idea about what to do with that information. All this time…he felt this way? Why didn’t he say anything? Well, he did, but you just figured it was all a part of some plan.
“Well, I-”
“Wait, stop.” He interrupted, before leaning over once more to tuck every curly back into your scarf, before leaning in to kiss you. It wasn’t like the ones you two shared just for show, or even in the arena, but one where you actually wanted another one.
He began to try to stutter out an apology, but you stopped him.
“Peeta, stop. I know you think that I don’t feel the same way, but I do. I really, really, do. It’s just a big misunderstanding. I just thought you didn’t feel the same way, just like you did.”
His cheeks turned red as he went back to his original spot, his once slicked back hair now ruffled and back to its original form.
“Well I guess it won’t be so hard to pretend now, will it?”
MISC.
LOKI LAUFEYSON || Reunited, The Missing Link
PEETA MELLARK || Pretend
SPENCER REID || Newbie