Setting/Details/Notes: This came about due to forced writing. I had little inspiration, but here 's the update! ^^ This is [duh!] and AU, but I thought it would be fun. Plus, it all came together simply thinking about Peeta 's and this chapter 's reader 's personality. Hope you like it! To be edited later.
Reader Insert Notes: Monkey and Horse archetype mix.
"Wow," he breathed.
"Wow," you affirmed.
Your manager shot you a questioning look, which you replied with a wide smile.
"And so our journey begins." Peeta looked at your conversing managers, yours talking rapidly to his. "Or, at least, for real."
"It was real the moment my manager told me about it." You shook your head slightly; the two higher-ups seemed all too happy about this. …show more content…
"So what do you think you 'll do after this?" asked Peeta.
"You seem so obsessed about the future," you complained, your brow furrowing slightly. "We have months left in the tour."
"Still, just humor me." He met your gaze for a second, then looked out the window. "The future is important."
You sighed. "Alright." After a minute to collect your thoughts, you shrugged. "I just see myself singing for the rest of my life. I don 't see anything like settling down."
"No significant other?" He frowned, his thoughtful eyes scanning your face once before returning to the window. "No comfort of home?"
"You make it sound so depressing!" You laughed and shook your head slightly. "I 'm a free spirit. I like it."
"Still. . ." For once, Peeta seemed to struggle for words. "Why—"
"Look. For now, I prefer stage lights over house lights," you asserted, "and I don 't understand what 's so bad about it."
The male smiled sadly. Unbeknownst to you, he planned on attending college after the tour ended. The two of you were just too different: You loved the bright shine of stage lights, and he loved the warmth of house lights, of his own
Reader Insert Notes: Monkey and Horse archetype mix.
"Wow," he breathed.
"Wow," you affirmed.
Your manager shot you a questioning look, which you replied with a wide smile.
"And so our journey begins." Peeta looked at your conversing managers, yours talking rapidly to his. "Or, at least, for real."
"It was real the moment my manager told me about it." You shook your head slightly; the two higher-ups seemed all too happy about this. …show more content…
"So what do you think you 'll do after this?" asked Peeta.
"You seem so obsessed about the future," you complained, your brow furrowing slightly. "We have months left in the tour."
"Still, just humor me." He met your gaze for a second, then looked out the window. "The future is important."
You sighed. "Alright." After a minute to collect your thoughts, you shrugged. "I just see myself singing for the rest of my life. I don 't see anything like settling down."
"No significant other?" He frowned, his thoughtful eyes scanning your face once before returning to the window. "No comfort of home?"
"You make it sound so depressing!" You laughed and shook your head slightly. "I 'm a free spirit. I like it."
"Still. . ." For once, Peeta seemed to struggle for words. "Why—"
"Look. For now, I prefer stage lights over house lights," you asserted, "and I don 't understand what 's so bad about it."
The male smiled sadly. Unbeknownst to you, he planned on attending college after the tour ended. The two of you were just too different: You loved the bright shine of stage lights, and he loved the warmth of house lights, of his own