hello peeps!

I’m SO sorry for my inactivity, I just came back from a last minute vacation! Ill be posting after school tomorrow :) I promise!!!

- Olivia

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THG Preference #2: Sleeping

can you please do a hunger games preference on how you two sleep together? thanks x

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When the two of you went to sleep, you entangled your legs with his, he wrapped his arms around you, and you stayed like that the whole night. He needed to be close to you, and you him. The pair of you needed the constant notion of touching, it was comforting for you both. There was no better way for you to sleep.


In District Thirteen, there was never a time where Gale wasn’t worrying. You noticed he was the most paranoid at night, because he wasn’t awake to sense danger. When you slept, he wrapped you securely in his arms. He pressed kisses to your forehead throughout the night, so he was absolutely sure you were safe and sound.


Bedtime was always lovely for you, because Finnick made it that way. You never left his arms—he made sure of that—and usually, your whole night was filled with smiles, giggles, and kisses. You loved everything about it, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

BONUS — The 74th Annual Hunger Games Fallen Tributes


When Marvel was upset, he locked himself in his room and slept. You knew he had problems with his parents, so he would come over often, looking to get away and sleep. Whenever that happened, you made sure to cuddle in with him. He just needed you to be there with him.


Cato was always at the training center, always practicing, always working, never stopping. More often than not, he came home absolutely exhausted. Sometimes, he couldn’t even make it changing out of his dayclothes. But even when he could barely stand because he was so tired, he always grabbed a tight hold of your hand and dragged you with to him when he collapsed on the bed. Even when he was dead tired, he always needed you next to him to sleep soundly.


When the two of you slept, you wrapped yourself around him. Not that he minded. You loved using his chest as a pillow. You loved hearing his heart a slow breaths, lulling you to sleep. You loved his strong arm wrapped securely around your waist. And even though he teased you for being a “monkey,” you knew he loved it just as much as you.

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hellooooo! here’s part 2 of that request :) this was so fun to write!! i hope you all liked it hehe :)

- olivia <3

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THG Preference #1: Kisses

can you please do a hunger games preference on how they kiss you?

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After everything that had happened to you and Peeta, the two of you were fairly broken people. No one understood your type of pain except for Peeta, and vice versa. When things got bad for either of you, Peeta knew to give you a slow kiss. It calmed you down, and it was comforting for both of you to know somebody loved you.


No matter how much time you and Gale spend in that forest together, he can never seem to get enough of you. Not that you minded—you were so in love with him. With the revolution in full swing, you never knew which moment with him would be your last. In spite of that, Gale was notorious for interrupting you mid-sentense just for a kiss.


Finnick knows his time with you is very subjective—the Capitol has the right to take him away whenever and however long they please. He desperately wants you to know that even if he’s not there with you, that he loves you and is always thinking of you. He tries his best to put all of that into every kiss he gives you.

BONUS: 74th Annual Hunger Games — Fallen Tributes


Cato was worried about his Games, he really was. But no one—no one at all—was allowed to know that. Not even you. The Games wasn’t even his biggest worry; what he was scared of was you worrying. And whenever you voiced your worries, no matter how big or small, he put on a smile, peppering kisses all over your face, reminding you that everything was going to be just fine.


It’s the night before Marvel’s Games, and he’s not worried—but you are. You are so, so afraid. He holds you close the entire night, kissing you every chance he gets. He wants to show you he can do this because he loves you. Because of you, he can with these Games. He wants to make you proud.


You are, without a doubt, the only good thing in his life. District Eleven is hardwork 24/7, he’s beaten if his work isn’t considered satisfactory, and he doesn’t even have a family to call his own. But when you came into his life, suddenly it was worth living again. And he reminds you of that with every touch of his lips to yours.

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hiii this is my first preference! i hope you guys like it :) i thought id add the fallen tributes so i could add more to the preference so you guys would like it more! haha let me know if ya want more of these :)

PS: did yall like how i found a josh gif for the peeta one ;)

- olivia <3

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Anonymous: can you please do a hunger games preference on how they kiss you and how you two sleep together? thanks x

This is so cute!!! I’m working on it right now :) finally a hunger games request haha! thank you for requesting dear xx

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Anonymous: Can I have one were harry is my older brother and I'm in Griffendor too but I'm secretly dating Draco and Harry finds out and things go to shit?

its posted m’dear! I hope you enjoy :) thank you for requesting!!! <3

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Finding Out

{ A Draco Malfoy Imagine }

Can I have one were harry is my older brother and I’m in Griffendor too but I’m secretly dating Draco and Harry finds out and things go to shit?

“[Y/N]!” You heard an angry voice shout. You were pulled, too quickly, from your slumber by the upset voice of your brother. “[Y/N], get up, we need to talk, now!”

You sat up slowly, still unable to process everything. Harry was standing over your Gryffindor dormitory’s four-post bed, his green eyes raging and fists clenched. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, your voice crackling when you spoke. “What’re you on about, Harry?”

“Are you or are you not secretly seeing Draco Malfoy?” He hissed, getting straight to the point.

If you weren’t awake before, you sure were now. You had been dating Draco in secret for three months, for fear of Harry finding out…exactly how he had just now. You knew the two boys absolutely loathed each other, but you saw Draco in a very different light. To you, he was…sweet. Gentle. Confused, a bit, but you couldn’t blame him. He was being pulled in so many different directions, like he was some sort of puppet. But you knew the real him. And that was not the boy that Harry thought he hated.

“Well?! Are you?!” Harry seethed, his face getting redder by the second.

“I—I, um, w-what makes you think that?” You stuttered, swallowing hard. You knew this wouldn’t end well.

“I saw you both yesterday, on the Quidditch grounds. Do you recall?” Sarcasm dripped from his tongue, and his jaw was tightly clenched.

You mentally hit yourself for being so careless, and thought back to the day before…

You walked through the snowy outdoor grounds, your gloved hand clasped warmly in Draco’s. It was nearing dinnertime, the two of you were safe out here. You just wanted to have some time with him, without being secretive.

“You know… I got you something.” Draco’s quiet voice whistled through the chilly winds, right up to your ear.

You blushed, a small smile on your face. “Draco, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Well, yeah, I didn’t have to. But I wanted to.” He lightly detangled his fingers from yours, pulling a small box out of his pocket, placing it in your palm.

You opened the pretty velvet box, revealing an intricate silver ring. It was thin, and swirled into a beautiful design. The closer you looked, you saw it was a loopy, cursive “D”.

“I know, pretty cheesy. But… I thought you would like it. This way you can carry me with you…since we can’t exactly be very publicly together.” He chuckled quietly.

You tossed your glove into your bag, immediately sliding the tiny ring onto your middle finger. You wasted no time in throwing your arms around the blonde boy. “I love it. I love it so much. Thank you.” You kissed his lovely, chapped lips and he smiled. It was snowing more now over the two of you, but neither of you seemed to care much at all.

Suddenly you were brought back to your dormitory, and an angry Harry was still hovering over you. Looking down at the middle finger of your left hand—no longer bare—you gathered a bit of courage.

You looked up at Harry, and nodded. “I am.”

Harry’s eyes, if possible, seemed to bulge even more. “Are you serious [Y/N]?! I’m not going to let my baby sister date that toshpot! Are you mad?!”

“Don’t call him that, please, Harry.” You sighed, trying your best to remain calm. “You know him very differently than I do.”

“To hell with that!” Harry countered, his voice escalating. “He’s a Slytherin, [Y/N], and a complete arse! He’s going to grow up to be a Death Eater!”

“No he’s not!” You burst out, standing up. “I know that for a fact! He won’t, Harry, he’s different! I don’t care what you say, Harry. He holds my heart. I’m sorry.”

And with that, you left the room.

Harry didn’t follow.

You knew he was fuming, and that this would take some getting used to for him. But you knew he would eventually come around. He was your brother, after all. He would have to deal with the fact that you were falling in love with Draco Malfoy.

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Hellooooooo here’s a request!!! sorry the ending is kind of shit haha

I hope you all enjoy :) if I haven’t gotten to your request, please be patient! I have lots, but they’re coming :)

- Olivia <3

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good afternoon my friends!!

im writing right now, so expect imagines posted tonight!! keep an eye out for yours :)

- olivia <3

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Anonymous: can you write a ron imagine? thank you!

It’s posted love! I hope you enjoy :) thanks for requesting!

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{ A Ron Weasley Imagine }

<i>can you write a ron imagine? thank you!</i>

It was a normal Wednesday night in December for you. You were sitting at a table near the fire in the Gryffindor common room in which a few students were scattered, looking at your half-finished Charms essay over your slightly-askew reading glasses. “Ugh,” you groaned, tossing your quill aside. You rubbed your temples, leaning back in your chair.

"Alright, love?" Ron asked from across the room. He was sat by the bookcase playing wizards chess with Harry, even though he and you both knew his Charms essay was due the next morning too.

"I’ve decided this essay will be the absolute death of me," you declared, resting your throbbing head on the cherrywood desk you were seated at.

You heard Ron scrape his chair back and stand, and in a moment he was behind you, his hands on your shoulders. “Relax babe,” he said, his voice lowered just a touch. He kneeled next to your chair, sliding his hand in yours. “You and Hermione are the best in that class, you’ll do fine. Don’t let it stress you out, okay?”

"Too late," you mumbled, but smiled small at his comforting words. He always knew just the way to calm you down.

"See?" He moved closer to you, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. "That’s what I like to see." He murmured, nodding towards your smile. He leaned in, slowly, to kiss you.

Before Ron’s lips met yours, however, an irritating, high-pitched voice pulled his attention away.

"Oh, Ron?" Lavender Brown practically sing-songed from the next table over. "Sorry to interrupt, um, that," she said, but she didn’t sound very apologetic at all. "but do you think you could help me? I have a History of Magic essay due, and it’s on the creation of Quidditch, and I know you love Quidditch." She smiled and batted her eyelashes. You had to stop yourself from scoffing out loud, but rolled your eyes anyway.

"Uh, yeah. Sure, Lavender." Ron got up, letting his hand trail down your arm, and walked to where Lavender was sitting.

You turned back to your essay, gritting your teeth. Ron was quite obviously taken, by <i>you</i>, but Lavender was apparently too thick to see or accept that. She was always throwing herself at him, and it drove you absolutely mad.

Harry threw you an <i>Is she serious?</i> look, which you mirrored exactly with your annoyance. He chuckled to himself, and you even gave a smile.

Your chuckle was lost in your throat, though, as you heard Lavender burst out laughing at something Ron said. He laughed too, but it sounded forced. You clenched your teeth, gripping your quill more tightly. You focused on writing your Charms essay, trying —and essentially failing—to ignore Lavender’s annoying voice.

Over the next twenty minutes, the room was filled with Lavender’s stupid, useless questions and squeaky little giggles. Even though your back was to her, you could <i>feel</i> her batting her eyelashes and pouting her lips at your boyfriend.

You clenched your teeth for the umpteenth time that night, struggling to keep quiet. But when you heard Lavender giggle-whisper, “Oh, <i>Ron</i>, you’re such a crackup!” you lost it.

"Lavender!" You exploded, spinning around in your chair. Your quill snapped in two in your hand. "I’m <i>trying</i> to work on my essay, and it’s pretty clear that <i>you’re</i> not," you practically growled, indicating at her flirting with Ron and clearly forgotten essay. "So, if you wouldn’t mind, could you shut up? Please?" You threw a pleasantly sarcastic smile in at the end.

Lavender looked completely abashed and indignant, and Ron looked like he was trying very hard to hold in a laugh.

Lavender stood up, huffing and puffing. “Well,” she sniffed, packing her things. “I can see I’m not wanted here. So I’ll just leave!” She wailed, stomping up the stairs to her room, almost as if she expected someone to follow.

As soon as Lavender was out of earshot, the room burst into a quiet fit of laughter, and the furrow in your brow lessened, and you cracked a half-smile.

The laugh that was the most prominent was Ron’s, and he came up behind you, pulling you up from your chair. He spun you around, snaking his arms around your waist, and kissed you, long and lovely.

He pulled back slightly, laughing against your lips, and you could literally feel your heart go warm.

He pecked your lips once more, murmuring against them, "You’re so cute when you’re jealous."

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hello friends!! sorry for my inactivity and lack of a picture in this post—I’m posting from my iPad :)

anyhow I quite like this one, I hope you guys do too!!

- Olivia

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I’m takin a shower now bc I’m freezing, but ill be posting imagines after! y’all have a Ron one coming up first :)

I love you all!!

- Olivia

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