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Alive (Emily Prentiss Imagine)

The team eventually finds out that Emily Prentiss is actually alive after she 'dies' and upon her return, the team finds out that you, a fellow member of the team, and Emily have been secretly married. Emily Prentiss x Wife!Reader

It's been weeks since anyone could get more than two words out of you. The death of Emily hit you harder than it hit anyone else, even though the team went through their own share of grief after losing her. She sits at the conference table next to Spencer, looking up at a very disheveled-looking Hotch. "What's this all about?" Morgan asks, "Seven months ago I made a decision that affected this team. As you all know, Emily lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. However the doctors were able to stabilize her,"

You glance up from where you're sitting and a light returns to your eyes that had been gone for months. "What?" "She was airlifted out of the States. Her identity was strictly need-to-know. Once she was well enough to leave the hospital, she was given several identities and moved to Paris. None of these identities we had access to,"

Y/N stands up, fully backing away from the table, arms wrapped around herself. "What the hell, Hotch?" Morgan demands and JJ wraps an arm around you, though you feel as though you could faint if Hotch said another word.

"Baby, you alright?" Morgan then asks as he and Rossi glance to look at you and the tears streaming down your face, "What the hell!?" You then exclaim, nearly going up to get in Hotch's face.

"We buried a body!" You yell, your hand being dragged back by Penelope, though the tears are welt up in her eyes as well, "I'm sorry...I take full responsibility," "No! That's not good enough! You made us and me grieve and think we would never see her again! You made us mourn!" "I know she was your roommate, Y/L/N. I'm sorry"

"I'm actually her wife," A voice says,

Silence falls in the room as everyone looks up to see Emily standing there in the doorway. Just as you remembered her as if no time had passed. Her shoulder-length hair, dark eyes, perfect lips and nose. "Emily," You breathe, and before anyone can react to what Prentiss just said, you had walked across the room and kissed her as forcefully as you could manage.

Her hands touch the sides of your face, cradling your skin. Never in a million years had either of you ever thought you'd get to kiss in Quantico...or even outside your home.

Now an awe had fallen over the group not only at the sight of Emily being alive but at the fact that two agents on the same team had been in a relationship all this time. Two women who seemingly were the closest of friends, but nothing more. Even Hotch's face had a look of shock nobody had ever seen him have before.

"Wife?" "We got married last year," You whisper after the kiss breaks, through you are unsure whether or not you can ever let her go again, "I'm so sorry," "Shut up," You say, kissing your wife again, just feeling her skin against your own.

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Who I Write Imagines/Oneshots For!

Here is a list of all my characters that I take requests for!! Feel free to also request those who aren't on the list.

MCU - Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier - Peter Parker / Spiderman - Steve Rodgers / Captain America

Harry Potter

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Law and Order: SVU

Sonny Carisi

Rafael Barba

Olivia Benson

Elliot Stabler

Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

Topper Thornton

Kiara Carrera

John B

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

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A Family - Part 2 (Rafael Barba Imagine)

It's been three years since you last saw Rafael Barba. He returns for the Stabler case, seeing you again for the first time since he left abruptly, leaving the life you were building together behind. Little did he know...it's not just you now he left behind.

You unlock the door to your apartment, allowing Rafael and yourself in to see your babysitter waiting there on the couch. "Hi, Lizzie. How is she?" "In her crib. She's a little sleepy today," The younger girl smiles at the both of you, as the realization begins to dawn on Rafa. "You're good to go for the day. I'll see you tomorrow?" You ask and she nods with a smile while grabbing her bag.

"What-what is going on?" Rafael asks, tears already in his eyes. Lizzie exits the apartment and Rafael immediately sits down. "Rafa," "Were you- were you pregnant?" He asks with tears in his eyes, "Yes...I found out two days after you left,"

Before you can see his reaction, you go into the baby's room and grab her from her crib, letting her lay in your arms as you walk back out to see Rafa.

His jaw drops and eyes are wide as he sees her get carried into the room. Her big blue eyes open to look around and then look at Rafael. She has long brown hair and warm-colored skin. She looks just like him. "This is Lily. She is your daughter," You say, keeping your courage as much as you can as you stare this man down. Tears escape his eyes as he stands up, "She-she is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," He says, lips curving into a smile, and that might just be enough to make your heart melt.

He surprises you by wrapping his arms around both you and your baby girl. The baby, of course, you expected him to want to embrace immediately. But not the hug around you too. Your head falls against his shoulder as he hugs the both of you with shaking hands. "Mama?" She mumbles, half asleep, "Mi amor," You mumble, kissing her forehead tenderly. Rafa looks up, clearly surprised, "She's your daughter too, Rafa. Of course she's going to know Spanish," You whisper and he smiles through blinking back some tears.

You put her back in her crib, though it is clear that Rafael doesn't want to be far away from either of you right now. As you close the door to her room, you walk back out to where he is still frozen in place, "I missed so much," He mumbles, putting his face in his hands. In that moment, all the anger and the built-up hatred fizzles away. You sit beside him and glance up at him, "What's two years gone when you have so many more ahead?"

He furrows his eyebrows as you smile, "Regardless of what you've done, we're family. The three of us," You say and he nods, "But only if you don't leave again," He shakes his head quickly, "Never again. She will know me...I promise,"

His brows furrow as he tries to keep his composure, "What's wrong?" "You did all of this alone" "Have you met the people I work with? There has not been one moment that I've been alone," You whisper as he glances between your eyes and your lips.

"There was not one moment in these past years that you weren't on my mind, mi vida," He begins to lean in and the years and lost time begin to slip away as all you can think about is his lips about to kiss yours

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A Family (Rafael Barba Imagine)

It's been three years since you last saw Rafael Barba. He returns for the Stabler case, seeing you again for the first time since he left abruptly, leaving the life you were building together behind. Little did he know...it's not just you now he left behind.

Rafael and Olivia walk out of Olivia's office, having just chatted about his new case as a defense attorney. Not to mention, catching up after him being gone for years. As they walk out of the office, both smiling and chatting about something, they hear the click of heels stop abruptly.

Rafael looks up to see you standing in front of him. Your eyes gloss over, but the look of shock is quickly replaced by a look of hatred or deep hurt. Three years of time had passed since you last saw each other. Fin looks between the both of you, knowing that you could very well blow up at any moment.

Instead, you turn on ur heel, practically marching out of the building. Only because it would have been that much worse if Rafael had seen you begin to cry over him...the man who left you for years. Left you both.

Fin stands up, grabbing his coat, "I'll go," He says, jogging in the direction that you left in. "Y/N!" You hear Fin yell behind you as you lean against a wall, catching your breath and not trying to let the feelings of panic take over your whole body. "I-I never thought he'd come back here. He's going to find out now and everything is going to be different," You gasp, trying to not barf right outside the SVU station.

"Barba is a jerk for leaving you. But you and I both know he's a good guy," "Fin, how could you possibly be defending him right now?!" You exclaim and Fin puts both of his hands up in defense, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just know there was a time that he made you feel really happy. Maybe he's going to stay for good this time," "Yeah, right," You scoff

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Later That Night:

Your phone buzzes and for the first time in years you see Rafael Barba's name on the call. Okay. Holy shit.

You shakily pick up the phone, "Hello," "Hi," He breathes, "What do you want, Rafael?" "I want to see you. It was wrong to ignore you all those years when you deserved so much more. I just- I needed to get out of this city and I knew I couldn't leave you if I had heard your voice,"

Your eyes squeeze shut, taking deep breathes in before responding, "It doesn't change what you did," "Would you just be willing to meet for coffee?" "Fine, Rafael. 10am at our usual spot" You mutter before hanging up on him.

That night passes as slow as it possibly could. The anticipation building in you as each hour passes, knowing you will have to look him in the eyes again soon after so many years of dreaming what it could be like if he came back.

As the morning rolls around, the anxiety built up in your stomach could not be any worse as you walk into the coffee shop that you and Rafa had been in so many times before. Upon entering, you see him already sitting in your usual spot, holding two cups of coffee.

The way his hands are shifting tells you that he is just as nervous as you are. "Are you back?" "Huh?" "In New York. Are you back for good or did you just come to visit Olivia and not even mention it to me?" "Y/N. Please, please understand why I had to leave," "Please just answer the question," "So far I've definitely been considering it. But you know that case I went through and why I needed to leave. It's not an easy decision to be back here,"

"Of course it's not, because clearly none of your decisions ever considered how it's make me feel or what it'd do to me," You practically spit at him as he looks down at the table. "I never lied to you, Y/N. I loved you more than anything...I fully intended to make a life with you," "You ignored my calls for years, Rafael! How am I supposed to believe you ever loved me when all I got was abandoned and ignored?! I need to see that 'love' now to believe it,"

Regardless of your harsh words, you can still tell how hard this is for him and that the man really is trying. As you sip your coffee, you realize that it's time.

"Why did you ask me here for coffee?" You ask, trying to make your tone much softer. "Because that love never left," He whispers, and you sigh, "Come on," "What? We just got here," He says, utterly confused.

"We're going back to my place," "Why?" "There's someone you need to meet,"

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Firelight (Rafael Barba Imagine)

Third POV

"What the hell were you thinking?" Rafael says, marching alongside you after a long long day trying to catch a predator and possibly putting yourself in harms way to get the creep to incriminate himself. "I was thinking that I'm a detective and can easily and willingly use myself as bait when the situation arises," You say defensively, "Olivia said it was fine," You reassure and he sighs to himself,

"When you do things like this it makes it harder for me to do my job!" He exclaims as you both approach his apartment front door, "So why did you invite me over to your place then?" You ask, dusting the snow off of your coat, as he unlocks the door to his large home.

"Because now after you did this I need to prepare you for what they could ask you on the stand tomorrow!" He exclaims "I've been on the stand before, Barba,"

He mumbles something in Spanish to himself before allowing both of you inside the apartment. He immediately goes to the bar cart to pour a drink and you slide your coat off your shoulders, happy to be out of the New York City snowstorm.

"Besides, with this storm I guarantee the trial date is going to have to be pushed back. No way these roads will be clear by morning," "Great. So another day the man who tried to rape you will spend another day not facing punishment,"

"Is that what this is about? You're mad that he tried to go after me," "He didn't 'go after you', Y/N, he had you pinned against the wall and said what he wanted to do to you. I had to hear all of that," "You're not mad because I made the case harder for you. You're mad because I was in danger," You say, voice softer now as Rafael bites his cheek, looking out the window.

"Rafa," You say softly, sitting on the couch next to him. "Olivia said something to me today. It's had me thinking a lot," "Well tell me. You know you can tell me anything," You say, feeling his warmth now that you're sitting so close.

"It was nothing. I assume you're right about the case, but you should still stay here," "Hm?" You ask, trying to not focus too much on the fact that he completely changed the subject. "The snow storm is forecasted to make the roads dangerous. Stay here with me," He says and you feel your heart melt.

The light in the apartment is dim. The only light flickers from the gas fireplace that Rafael clicked on when you both came in. He swirls his drink in his hand as you sit inches away from him, both listening to the crackling of the fire.

The lights of NYC light up the windows as snow falls at a fast speed. "You asked me here because you wanted to be with me and know I'm safe," You whisper and he bites his lip, and your heart begins to race.

"Rafa," You say, inching closer to him and he shifts in his seat, "Olivia said that-well she asked if this case is going to be too personal for me because it involves you," "Wait what?" You ask, stomach now doing flips, "She thought that I was too close to this case because it involves you,"

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch Rafael, your best friend in this whole world, put his drink down on the coffee table. This is not nearly the first time you've been here to talk about cases or just spend time with each other, but it's always been just that...nothing more than just friends.

"That makes sense. She knows we're good friends," "No. That's not it and you know it," He says, now looking you in the eyes as you fiddle with your fingers. "me has embrujado" he whispers to himself before glancing back up at you. "She was right, Y/N. I don't know how to win this case without wanting to rip this guy apart with my bare hands," Rafael says, and without another word, you put both hands on the sides of his face and kiss him gently.

He smiles into the kiss before placing a hand on the side of your head, "How long have you felt this way?" "Since the moment I met you," He says before kissing you again, laying you back down against the soft couch, letting the firelight illuminate each other's features.

The kiss deepens and you begin to undo his tie, "You sure?" "Rafa...please," You whisper and he smiles before he kisses your neck...leading to a night that you'd never ever forget.

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Prisoners - Finnick Odair Imagine (Part 4)

Finnick Odair and Sirena Nighthart both won their respective Hunger Games at age 14. Both from District 4. Finnick and Sirena both grow up in the Capitol, though keeping their distance from each other. What happens when both get reaped at the Quarter Quell for the 75th Hunger Games?

We walk away and I ask,  "How are you so good at that?"  "Good at what?"  "People, I mean the way you talked to her was intimidating and you didn't even have to say anything directly threatening," I remark, 

"It's how you use people around here, Blue," he says while we get on our chariot. My hands shake slightly, but he holds my hand once more.  "Don't let Snow know you're afraid. You and I gotta show him that we're not scared," he whispers in my ear. 

The chariots begin to move forward and he holds my hand, preparing to raise it in the air.

Everyone in the Capitol and all the victors know that Finnick and I are a force to be reckoned with. That I never doubted. The only thing I'm nervous about is keeping me and Finnick alive. 

The crowd cheers as the chariots roll in a line. Just like last time. It's all just like last time. 

I hear my name being chanted by a few people in the crowd, but it's hard to hear over the drums beating loudly as we move. 

Finnick's hand holds mine gently, of course, he knows that I'm nervous. 

I don't smile the way he does, my face stays hardened. It's the only way right now that I can conceal the fact that I am terrified.  We are one of the first carriages to roll around the circle to where President Snow stands. His eyes follow me and Finn carefully. 

No signs of emotion are on his face. Nothing other than a stoic and serious look from him.  His eyes follow us still, but as I make eye contact with him he gives me a nod. I clench my jaw a bit, my body stiffening up. 

Finnick looks to President Snow as well, but the smirk does not leave his lips. He raises our hands in the air, just as a few of the other chariots do.  What the hell did that nod mean? And why does he always look at me with such intrigue and curiosity? 

I don't understand. 

The chariots begin to roll back the way we came, and I just feel relieved that I no longer have to be under the eyes of President Snow. Now his eyes are on Katniss. 

If President Snow ever figures out our plan to protect her then we're all dead. Well, we may already be dead anyway given the situation. 

I wish it were simpler. Just protect Finnick and me. 

But I can't do that because I have to protect her now. For the sake of Panem. 

"How ya feeling, Blue?" Finnick asks me with a grin on his face,  "I feel like I'm re-living the past," I mutter as if I didn't already have enough PTSD from the first time around. 

"I can assure you that most of the people here are much more afraid of you than you are of them,"  "I'm always afraid," I whisper as the chariots come to a slow stop.

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That evening Haymitch Abernathy brings us into a secluded room with a few other victors that I recognize.  Finnick sits beside me, raising an eyebrow toward me about why we're here.

There are about 10 or 12 people in here, not including Haymitch.  "It's no question that Katniss has inspired everyone in the districts," he says and I ask, 

"What does that have to do with us?"  "There's a revolution against the Capitol coming. Katniss is going to be the leader. The Mockingjay. Plutarch Heavensbee is also in on it, but if you're here it means I need you to keep Katniss alive," 

"Why should we risk our lives to protect her? Especially while we're already saving our own asses in the arena," Finnick asks,  "Because this is bigger than the Games, but we need Katniss. I need you to be her allies to get her out of there," Haymitch says, and I nod while pondering it over. 

It's true that things are changing across Panem, especially because of Katniss. 

"So what? We befriend her in the arena? What then?"  "Heavensbee and I have a plan to get her out when necessary, but you can't let her know or discuss the plan outside of this room," Haymitch argues and I nod. 

"Well, I'm in," I say,  "Sirena," Finnick argues,  "We need this. Panem needs her," I argue and he sighs, 

"Well if Nighthart's in then I'm in," He says and it makes my stomach flip just a little to hear him say that. 

Everyone else in the room eventually agrees to help Katniss, it's ironic that she doesn't even know we're all willing to risk our lives for her.

We all know what's been coming for years now, and we know that Panem needs the Mockingjay to overthrow The Capitol. 

We leave the room a bit after that, knowing that this Quarter Quell is now much bigger than ourselves.  As we walk back to the tribute village, I notice an unusual number of guards around the floor where Finnick and I are staying. 

"Oh God," I whisper, knowing all too well what this is going to mean.  As we arrive at the main room Finnick still has a smirk plastered on his face, but it doesn't reach his eyes. 

"President Snow," I say with a smile, making sure that it does reach my eyes,  The menacing man sits at the table in the middle of the room, simply enjoying a glass of wine. Guards stand around him all over the room, 

"Finnick Odair. Miss Nighthart," He says,  "What brings you here?" Finnick asks charmingly,  "I wanted to speak to Miss Nighthart, privately," He says, sipping his drink. 

Finnick stands slightly in front of me, unmoving, 

His face would never show it, but I can tell how tense his body is now.

Not wanting to leave the room...aka leave me.  

"Of course, President Snow," I say kindly, putting my hand on Finnick's arm for just a moment.  "Well I'll be right upstairs, then," He says, giving me a reassuring nod while hesitantly walking away. 

I take a heavy breath and sit down across from President Snow.

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Prisoners - Finnick Odair Imagine (Part 3)

Finnick Odair and Sirena Nighthart both won their respective Hunger Games at age 14. Both from District 4. Finnick and Sirena both grow up in the Capitol, though keeping their distance from each other. What happens when both get reaped at the Quarter Quell for the 75th Hunger Games?

Third POV

A few floors above Finnick and Sirena are Peeta and Katniss.

This morning Haymitch Abernathy is taking the time to show Peeta and Katniss all the tributes that they will be facing. Tributes that he is all too familiar with. 

"Cashmere and Gloss. Brother and sister from District 1," he says while showing the pair of siblings on the screen. Both tall and extremely well-built for the Games.  "They won back-to-back Games. Capitol favorites, lots of sponsors, and will indeed be lethal," 

The screen switches to Brutus and Enobaria from District 2.  "What's with her teeth?" Katniss asks, referring to the sharpened teeth on the woman, 

"She had them filed into fangs so she could rip people's throats out," Haymitch says, increasing the nerves of both Peeta and Katniss. 

"District 3. Wiress and Beetee. Not fighters, but indeed brilliantly intelligent," Haymitch says, showing the two older tributes on the screen,  "He won his games by electrocuting six tributes at once," 

They both raise their eyebrows, impressed that anyone without fighting skills was capable of winning the games, 

"District 6. The morphlings. Basically, won their Games by hiding until everyone else was dead," Haymitch explains, "Self-medicating ever since. Which I applaud, but indeed not a threat," He says. 

The screen switches to reveal a blonde man with a white sweater on the screen, a smirk plastered on his face. Beside him is an intense-looking girl with bright blue hair and shocking blue eyes, she doesn't share the same smirk, but instead a serious look and sharp jawline.  "Finnick Odair and Sirena Nighthart, right?" Katniss asks, 

"Yes, both from District 4. Both won their respective back-to-back Games at age 14, being the youngest ever. They both are the Capitol darlings and are deeply loved here. Finnick is known to be extremely charming and smart. He and Sirena are both extremely skilled in combat, particularly in water," 

"What are their weaknesses?"  "None. That I currently know of," he says, making Katniss and Peeta both more nervous. 

Sirena's POV

I stand intensely still as about a dozen designers and make-up artists work on my face, hair, and costume for the tribute parade.  My dress is blue and quite ocean-y, which is always the goal for District 4. 

Lots and lots of sparkles on my nails, lips, and face. I also have this huge and heavy seashell crown on top of my head. 

I groan as my hair is yanked to be put up in a big dramatic braid. Blue and gold makeup is done on my face while I watch in the mirror, they do fish-scale-looking makeup on the sides of my face. My lipstick is also a vibrant blue and purple color. 

As it all comes together I do admit that I kinda look badass, and much cooler than I did the first time around.  I get guided by all sorts of people down to where the chariots are awaiting us.

Just before I enter the area Finnick walks over to me. 

His costume is insanely more simple than mine is. He has no shirt on and has a fishing net type of bottoms on.  I can't help myself but stare just a little bit at his bare chest.

Just a little.

"Hey, Blue," he says with a grin and I raise an eyebrow,  "C'mon if we're gonna be fighting for our lives together I may as well give you a nickname, right?" he asks and I smile just a little bit, 

together

"You look gorgeous, by the way," he grins and I roll my eyes,  "Flattery gets you nowhere, Odair,"  He smirks while taking my hand to walk into the main area. The hand holding is only a strategy at this point to get people to be on our side and adore us.

That's been the goal since we were 14 years old. 

On the way to our chariot, we say hello to dozens of people that we both know including some victors we will have to fight very very soon.

I continue to remind myself to put on a smile, at least for now. I've always been known to be much more soft-spoken than Finnick, so in some ways, I'm relying on him to strengthen allies for both of us. 

I look to my left to see Katniss Everdeen, and I gotta admit, she is pretty damn intimidating. "Should we go introduce ourselves?" Finnick asks me with a grin and I simply nod. 

He keeps holding my hand, which I appreciate.  "Katniss," I say and she turns to both of us walking over to her, 

"Sirena. Finnick." She says and Finnick asks,  "You want a sugar cube?" 

Where the hell did he find that?

"I mean they're supposed to be for the horses, but they got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I...well if we see something sweet, we better grab it," he says in his charismatic voice. 

Is that flirting? 

"No thanks. But I would love to borrow that outfit someday," Katniss says to him, and I smirk as does he.  "Well, you look pretty terrifying in that getup. What happened to the pretty little girl dresses?" he asks cockily, 

"I outgrew them,"  "You certainly did," he says with a grin, 

"Shame about the Quell thing. You could've made out like a bandit in The Capitol. Jewels, money, anything you wanted," He says,  "Well I don't like jewels and I have more money than I need, so... What do you both do with all your wealth, anyway?" she asks, 

"We don't deal in money," I say, speaking for the both of us,  "Then what riches do you have?"  "Secrets," I reply with a smile,  "What about you, Girl on Fire? Got any secrets worth my time?" He asks, stepping close to her, 

"I'm an open book. Everyone seems to know my secrets before I know them myself," She replies 

I like her 

"Unfortunately, I think that's true," he says, and he turns to see Peeta and Cinna walking over to us, 

"I'm sorry you had to cancel your wedding, I know how devastating that must be for you, " Finnick taunts, leading me to smile again.

We all are well aware of the fact that their love story is a complete sham, anyone trying to survive the Games would've done the same thing.

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Prisoners - Finnick Odair Imagine (Part 2)

Finnick Odair and Sirena Nighthart both won their respective Hunger Games at age 14. Both from District 4. Finnick and Sirena both grow up in the Capitol, though keeping their distance from each other. What happens when both get reaped at the Quarter Quell for the 75th Hunger Games?

Sirena's POV

I sit by the windows looking out over the Capitol. It's dark in here without any more guards or people. Just myself. I don't know what time it is, but it's late enough that I should most definitely be asleep by now. 

My head snaps to my left when I hear footsteps. When I look to the stairs, I see Finnick walking down the stairs also in his pajamas. We've only been here a few hours and I miss District 4 so badly. I didn't consider when we were leaving that I may never return to my home.  "What do you want?" I mutter, not in the mood for some sassy comments from him, 

"What are you doing up?" He asks quietly, looking around to make sure nobody else is there.  "Couldn't sleep," I mumble and he nods,  "Me neither," 

He sits across from me on the window sill.  "I don't like being here. It reminds me of when we were kids," I say and he asks,  "Being in the games again?"  "No. What followed the games," I say and he simply nods, already knowing what I'm referring to. 

We were only kids. President Snow used both of us in every way he could think of.

Finnick's hand gently touches mine and I hold his hand.

We were never friends.

Snow never let us be friends. 

He wanted to isolate us from each other. 

We sit there in the dark, enjoying the total silence. The lights of the city distract me from my scared thoughts about the next few days to come.  I simply focus on the quietness of the Capitol and the way that Finnick's hand feels against mine. 

He understands what it was like to grow up under the eyes of President Snow just like I do.  I don't know how long we both sit there, but it's long enough for me to realize that the smirking and cockiness are mostly an act to protect himself. 

Mostly 

Not to say the man doesn't have a bold and certainly confident demeanor, because he naturally does indeed.  He doesn't let go of my hand when we walk back upstairs to our rooms,  "You gonna be okay?" he asks, almost surprising me with more kind words and I nod my head, not entirely sure, but still sticking to my defensive independence. 

"See ya tomorrow," He says while walking back to his bedroom. I think that was the first time in forever that I haven't felt entirely alone in all of this Quarter Quell stuff.  I walk into my bedroom and lay down.

I toss and turn for hours, though I don't think I expected myself to get any sleep during all of this anyway. 

I keep running through my head who I'll be up against. The only upper hand I have is that I know each and every one of these people. I know their strengths and I know their weaknesses. 

I just have to get a better read on who I need to look out for.

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Promises - Finnick Odair Imagine (Part 1)

Finnick Odair and Sirena Nighthart both won their respective Hunger Games at age 14. Both from District 4. Finnick and Sirena both grow up in the Capitol, though keeping their distance from each other. What happens when both get reaped at the Quarter Quell for the 75th Hunger Games?

"Sirena! Sirena! Look over here!" A reporter calls as she turns her body to face yet another camera flash. Even after 9 years of being in the spotlight, she doesn't think that she will ever get used to this. 

Sirena flashes another big smile at everyone and gets guided up the steps to the stage. Nobody in the audience would be able to tell that she's sweating bullets, but she's never been this scared in her life.

Not since the games at least. 

As she approaches the stage, she sees Finnick Odair standing there by himself. He's the only male tribute alive to have won from District 4, so he already knows he will be participating in the 75th Hunger Games. 

Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark won the most recent games. The 74th annual Hunger Games, but ever since then the rioting has gotten worse. President Snow realizes that and he also realizes that Katniss is a symbol of hope to those who are suffering. 

Sirena was surprised to learn that President Snow allowed two victors, but the two of them managed to sell their love story so well that she supposes the rules were changed. 

She was only 14 when she won the 66th annual Hunger Games, so she has been in the spotlight for many many years now.  Her heart races as people surround her and say hello from every direction. She smiles and greets every person, but underneath she is always terrified.

The cameras are on her and the crowds of people from her district look up at the victors with pride. 

It's easy to put up a front for the people, but they don't realize how it is all a fraud.   "Well well well, Sirena Nighthart," an all-too-familiar cocky voice says, 

"Finnick Odair," she says with a forced smile as he offers her a hand as she walks up the steps. Both are past victors from District 4, so they have crossed paths many times since they were just children.  Finnick and Sirena won back-to-back games, both to be the youngest victors Panem has ever seen. 

They keep conversations light and casual whenever they get to see each other in the public eye, but both know each other's secrets. Of course, he never directly told her, but it's hard to both exist in the Capitol and not know about the prostitution he was forced into. 

The only reason she wasn't forced into the same situation is that President Snow wanted to keep her image to the public as 'pure' and 'innocent'. It's a joke. An innocent little girl who murdered 9 people.

She knows that she is Snow's pride and joy, though it makes her sick. 

Sirena stands on the other side of the stage beside Mags, her old mentor, and Annie Cresta. Annie won a few years after Sirena did, bringing even more joy to District 4 than Finnick and herself already had. 

Her heart beats out of her chest. Hardly surviving the first games alone, she doesn't know how it's possible to make it through once again for a second time. Especially against opponents who have all won in the past.

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"The male tribute from District 4...Finnick Odair," the announcer says and Sirena closes her eyes, feeling nauseous.  "And the female tribute to represent District 4..." 

Everyone watches the small piece of paper be plucked from the bowl, thus deciding her fate, 

"Sirena Nighthart,"  The crowd roars in excitement and more cameras flash her way, and she flashes a smile. It is the most forced smile she's ever done. It is taking every ounce of strength not to start sobbing. 

Finnick walks over to her, also having his usual cocky smirk plastered on his face. He takes her hand and raises it into the air as the crowd cheers more.  She is trying so so hard to not let her body shake right now,  He continues to smile but then gives her hand a reassuring squeeze. 

Immediately a pair of hands lead her body away from the stage and to the train. It doesn't matter anyway...being an orphan and having no family to say farewell to.  The guards push Sirena and Finnick onto the train and the doors shut once they're fully in. 

"Looks like Snow finally upped his creativity level," Finnick says to her with a smirk as the guards lead them to another room, but she doesn't return the smile, "This isn't like the last time. Last time we were all nervous teenagers, now we're fighting skilled victors. Some of which are our friends," She says, 

"Good. Makes it more fun," he grins confidently and walks away down to the other end of the train. Her stomach churns in fear as she walks in the opposite direction to the couch at the back of the train. 

As she sits there she checks to see what other Victors have been chosen to fight in the 75th Hunger Games. The older ones will be easy enough, but the most recent ones are a scary thought to her. She learned a long time ago to trust nobody but herself. 

The train gets to the Capitol faster than she would've preferred.

She gets off the train with Finnick somewhere behind her. Making this into a joke is exactly what she should've expected from him, and honestly, she doesn't know how he manages to put up that front with their lives on the line. 

They silently enter the vehicles that take them to the towers where the tributes are all staying. This is when the real show begins.  Sirena's known all these people personally for years and has never seemed like a threat to any of them because she didn't need to.

Now she needs to. 

They walk into the building and suddenly are surrounded by people they know.  What she's noticed consistently are cameras. The stage, the train, the cars, and now here in this building. There are video cameras in every single place they've stepped foot. This is nothing new for either of them, knowing that Snow is watching each and every move they both make. 

Finnick walks a distance behind her, not that it matters since they'll be staying in the same suite anyway. 

They enter their respective bedrooms without a word.

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Rafael Barba Imagine - Wrong Place Wrong Time (Part 4)

 You are a detective for NYPD’s SVU under lieutenant Olivia Benson. In Season 17 Episode 10 you are abducted as a hostage with Olivia and Rafael is outside the scene. 

Kailyn falls into Rafael, hardly able to stand on her own at this point. The paramedics try to get to her, but she shoves them off as Rafael holds her tighter than ever before. One of his arms is around her shoulders and the other is against the back of her head. "I've got you, I've got you," He repeats as he helps her back toward the van.

"Rafa," She mumbles against his clothes.

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"You're staying with me tonight," He says and I just nod, glancing around his apartment, though feeling incredibly numb throughout my entire body. "I-" That's when I feel myself crumble for the first time since it all happened. Tears run from my eyes as Rafa holds me close to him, helping me to sit down on the bed. "Why were you at the scene? You're normally just needed after," I joke, though my voice incredibly small and weak, and he smiles, wiping the tears from my cheeks but then looks away, "I knew you were in there. I couldn't not be there," He says and my heart softens.

"H-he had the gun against my head the entire time," "I know," he says, voice as soft as butter at this point, "All I could think of was that I would never have gotten to tell you how I feel...I have wasted so much time being afraid of my own feelings," I whisper and he looks at me, now his eyes softening too.

"Well now we have all the time in the world. You wanna use the bathroom to wash your hair?" He says and I smile, for a lawyer he sure is not direct right now. "Yes," "I'll run you a bath," he says, kissing my temple before walking into the bathroom as I take off my jacket and kick off my shoes. I hear him come back into the room and even the sound of his footsteps made my heart skip a beat. "Breathe, you're safe now," He says, coming back to me and I feel my heart racing now, but for a different reason. He takes my hand and I feel my body shaking again as he leads me into the bathroom.

I walk into his large bathroom and see the tub filling up with bubbles and warm water. My body feels weak. Weaker than I care to admit as I feel Rafa behind me. "Would like me to wait outside?" He asks breath against my shoulder, but I shake my head, "Stay," "Te cuidaré" he whispers as I hesitantly pull my top off. I did not think that the first time Rafael would see me naked is him helping me wash blood out of my hair. I pull the rest of my clothes off before stepping into the warm water, still not quite feeling like myself.

The water surrounds my skin as I sit down, wasting no time to curl into a ball. Rafael sits beside the tub, ready to wash my hair and be careful to not touch my stitches. I glance up at him to see him staring at me with a more loving look than I've ever seen before. "I wish he didn't die. I wanted him to suffer the consequences," I mumble against my knee and Rafa nods, "I know, I'm sorry," He says and I just continue to look down at the water.

His hands massage my head and I lay back contently, now feeling slightly more comfortable to show my breasts. The water quickly turns pink, but Rafa never stops. After letting me sit for a while, he helps me out of the tub, letting me borrow some of his clothes.

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Rafael holds her as she stumbles from the tub. The towel is wrapped around her body loosely, but even for the experienced ADA it's hard to watch her in such a rough shape. The stitches in her forehead ache as she looks more exhausted than he thought possible. After having a gun held to anyone's head for hours that entails therapy and a psychologist note in order to go back to work, but he's sure that Kailyn knows all of that.

"Come to bed, cariño," he says as he helps her lay in his sheets. "Rafa, why have we spent all those nights going over notes in my apartment when you live in a place like this?" she asks, eyes already closed against the pillow, He chuckles to himself, "I'll go to the guest room," "No!" she exclaims, eyes opening and perking up as she grabs his hand. He realizes through this how traumatized she really is, "Okay, okay. I'll stay," He whispers and she nods, body relaxing back against the mattress.

Barba's phone buzzes with a text from Carisi, Sonny: How's McCann doin? Have you talked to her? Barba: She's fine. Staying with me for a while. Sonny: Take good care of our girl for us

Rafa turns his phone off to look back at Kailyn. "I was thinking the same thing today," "Hm?" She asks as he crawls into bed on the other side, laying beside her. "I thought that-well, if I lost you then I never-I never would've been able to tell you," He says, "Tell me?" She asks, now opening her beautiful blue eyes, "Te amo," He whispers and her eyes widen, "I love you," she whispers back, putting her hand on the side of his face.

His eyes close at her touch, "I thought I was going to lose you today," "I'm here," His eyes shut as he holds back the tears he didn't know where coming.

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Rafael Barba Imagine - Wrong Place Wrong Time (Part 2)

 You are a detective for NYPD’s SVU under lieutenant Olivia Benson. In Season 17 Episode 10 you are abducted as a hostage with Olivia and Rafael is outside the scene. 

Dodds and Barba march into the van where Tucker is with Fin and Carisi. The third criminal in the group has been taken into custody and is being interrogated in the van actively. "The last you heard. What's going on to Kailyn?" Barba asks Tucker and Tucker sighs, "This may be a little too personal to you," Fin says and Rafael shakes his head, "I need to know every detail of what is happening to her," "Joe. The main man is using Kailyn. The gun is apparently against her head as we speak," Rafael's hand goes over his mouth, seemingly thinking but actually just trying to hide the immense fear running through his body.

Barba turns to Ralph, the criminal, and says "Hello, Ralph. I'm Assistant District Attorney Raphael Barba. You need to tell me everything you know right now," "Me and my sister Roxie only got into this because our mother needs a new hip. She doesn't want to hurt anybody that's all on Joe," "So Joe's his real name?" Barba asks, tone much more serious than anyone had ever heard before, but Ralph stays quiet, "Ralph look at me. If anyone dies in that house you and your sister are on the hook for felony murder. You help us or I will ensure that you both are gone," He practically spits at the criminal.

Kailyn's POV

"The last time I spoke to him we were fighting...we never even got a chance to-" Olivia already knows who I'm trying to talk about, "Kailyn, you will get a chance to tell him," She whispers to me as I feel the metal of the gun dig against my hair. "I told you no talking," Joe spits at me before using the gun to hit me hard over the top of the head, just like he did with Liv. As the gun connects with my skin, I immediately feel instant, throbbing pain that sends me to the ground.

I glance up as Liv tries to help me, and I feel the cold sensation of blood run down the side of my cheek. Liv has dried blood on her head now and I can feel my own blood soaking into my hair. Voices become fuzzy for just a few moments as Joe and Roxie scream at each other.

I watch him answer a call from Ed again and they seem to discuss letting someone named Ralph back inside the house with the money. "If you don't let him in here blondie dies," Joe says into the phone, then I hear Tucker say, "You don't have to kill anybody if you don't want to," Joe looks at us for a second with a smile before handing the phone to Olivia, "I think they really want Ralph in here now," She says, trying to stay calm but even her voice is shaking now as she continues to help me back to my knees. "We can't do that right now," Tucker says, "He's telling the truth. We're not allowed to send civilians inside," She says to him.

"Alright then. I'm done talking," Joe says, putting the gun against my head again and I can't help but whimper this time, and I'm sure they heard it over the phone. "Joe. Joe listen to me, take the gun away from Detective McCann. We can talk this out," "Didn't you hear me, Ed? I'm done talkin"

He turns away from the phone and starts arguing with Roxie again, and I can tell she's just as afraid of him as the rest of us are. "Alright Joe, listen. We will bring your money in to you, but you have to let one person out," Tucker says and Joe hesitantly nods, "Fine,"

I don't move from my place as the exchange begins to go down. The people around me start becoming a blur as I think I see Dobbs come in at some point? All I know is that the father makes it out and Joe gets his money.

"How's it looking in there?" Fin asks Dobbs after getting the father safely in the ambulance. He manages to avoid eye contact with Barba, "The children are okay. Liv seems fine...but Kailyn...she's losing a lot of blood from her head. When I went in there she was in a daze, not even on her feet,"

Rafael puts his hand over his mouth, making it look like he is pondering, but actually to hide the fear. The terrifying thought of her laying there bleeding out as a madman holds a gun against her head.

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Rafael Barba Imagine - Wrong Place Wrong Time (Part 1)

 You are a detective for NYPD’s SVU under lieutenant Olivia Benson. In Season 17 Episode 10 you are abducted as a hostage with Olivia and Rafael is outside the scene. 

There’s a saying that many say when a civilian becomes a victim by chance. That individual was at the wrong place wrong time. I guess that’s what could be said about right now.  Olivia came to my door around 8am this morning to have me come join her on a wellness check a few blocks down from my place. As odd as it was, I knew better than to question a good friend and my lieutenant. I suppose the woman who tipped Liv off said that she saw peculiar behavior this morning at this townhouse, claiming that the mother who answered the door seemed to be injured and frightened. At my short amount of time at SVU, I’ve learned that it’s better to just trust Olivia’s judgement first, ask questions later. 

Now, I have found myself pushed up against the wall of this townhouse with a gun to my neck. The three criminals in this house are clearly junkies of some sort looking for money from this wealthy family. The father lays on the ground bloody under one of the criminals...he’s got a scruffy beard and a beanie on. The mother has a gun to her head by a woman with red hair and red around her eyes. The last man is the one who seems to be in charge in some way. He just slapped Olivia quite hard and now has his sights set on me.  “What about you, sweetheart? Are you a cop too?”  “Y-Yes. My gun is on the left side of my waist. There’s no other weapons on me,” I say, feeling his hands run up and down my sides with hot breath on my face. 

I already feel sick to my stomach as he practically drags me over to the couch with the other women, then goes to argue with his fellow thieves in the kitchen. I watch them closely, trying to make sure I remember any names or any defining details about each of them.  “I’m so sorry I got you into this,” Olivia whispers beside me and I shake my head, “We’re both just doing our job. Nobody could’ve known,” I whisper back, but becoming quickly quiet at the lead man starts yelling about how one of them is going to go with the mother to the bank? To some safety deposit box or something. Please, for the love of God let someone catch them in the act so the NYPD knows where Olivia and I are. It’s clear that these are just three junkies trying to score some more cash to buy more. 

The ties on the backs of my hands sear into my skin as I fidget.  “Fin or Carisi will figure out something is wrong. I guarantee it’ll work out,” I whisper and she sighs, glancing back at the teenage daughter. She looks absolutely terrified as her mother is dragged out the back door by the thief in the hat, meanwhile ‘Joe’ stays here with us, still pointing the gun at us. The woman disappeared upstairs to talk to the young son who is tied up upstairs. I think I heard her name is Roxie? The buzzing of my phone distracts me as Joe walks over to shove both my and Olivia’s phones into his pockets.  “That’s our work. They will notice that we’re gone,”  He picks up Liv’s phone, sends a quick text, then puts the phone back in his pocket. Please, God let Rafael or Fin notice a difference in the way that Joe texted. They know that Liv would never just go silent amid an active case. 

I glance at any possible exit routes, but know that these people have all the guns and little regard for our wellbeing so I’m going to just have to deal and trust Olivia.  The redhead comes back down the stairs dragging a little boy who can’t be any older than 5. It takes everything in me to not run to that little terrified kid as she sets him down next to his sister.  “When our work finds out that we’re gone they will track our phones and then they will call for backup. You both should leave now before they know who you are,” Olivia says as calmly as she can. 

“Right right. As if we would leave here with nothing!” Joe yells and grabs me again, placing the gun against my neck,  “She’s right. You guys could slip out the back and they’d never know who you were,” I say softly, feeling the shaking of the gun against my skin. Maybe 20 minutes pass by before I hear the sirens outside. I can truly say I’ve never been so relieved to hear that beautiful noise. Though Joe is not as relieved as I am.  “You think this saves you, blondie, huh? You two don’t realize that I still have the upper hand! I can blow your pretty little head off in the blink of an eye, sweetheart,” 

My heart is racing at this point. I do my best to not let this guy see that I’m terrified, but even Liv’s eyes are glossy.  “You. You’re going to tell them to stand down or your partner gets a bullet in her head,” He says, finger over the trigger of the gun,  “If I hear one word from those lips I will kill you,” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine and I just nod. Olivia just looks at me and nods, it’s just the two of them making the calls then, I guess. 

I squeeze my eyes shut, simply trying to calm my nerves, though knowing my life could end at any goddamn second.  “They won’t do that, Joe,”  “You think I’m kidding, bitch!?” He screams at Olivia while pushing the gun harder against my head. I purse my lips together as tight at I can to prevent any scared noises from escaping my lips.  “Okay okay. I’ll call my sergaent,” Olivia whispers, shakily as Joe hands her the phone. I hear the phone ring a few times over the speaker, but at this point all I can really hear is my own heartbeat in my ears.  “Dodds,”  “Benson here. We’re all okay, but Joe wants the snipers and the cameras away,”  “We will hold off until the negotiator comes,” Dodds says and suddenly Joe goes back into a screaming fury about the negotiator and how that ain’t gonna fly with him or whatever. The phone call ends and I already begin to think of all the people I didn’t get to say goodbye to. I woke up this morning not having any idea that I’d be the one with the gun to her head in a hostage situation. 

His eyes are so red now it’s absurd and his whole face is drenched in sweat.  “Joe, you are holding two police officers and two children hostage. If you don’t stand down this is not going to end well for you,” Olivia says as calmly as she can. “Okay new plan. Who at the NYPD cares if blondie here lives or dies?” He asks and I glance up at Olivia, knowing who she’s going to say but I pray she doesn’t. Don’t get him involved, please.  “Anyone in my squad cares if Detective McCann lives. They would all put it on the line for her,” Olivia says and Joe shakes his head, “I don’t want any low-grade detective. I need someone who cares about her who has pull...someone who has real power at the NYPD,” He says and I look at the ground, now my lips quivering, “You better give me a name soon, Benson. Or she’s the first body to drop,” 

Before she gets a chance to say his name, the phone rings again.  “Answer it. And not a peep from you,” He spits at me while handing Liv the phone.  “Benson,”  “It’s Tucker. Is everyone okay?”  “Everyone here is alright. Roxie and Joe are taking good care of us. The father’s injuries are under control,”  “How about the mother?”  “She’s not here right now. But she will be back soon,” Olivia says, voice shaking.  “Is Joe with you right now?” Tucker asks and Joe puts the phone up to his mouth,  “Yeah I can hear everything,”  “Hey Joe. My name is Ed. How are you doing, Joe? Is everything alright?” Tucker asks and Joe laughs to himself, “What do you think, Ed? I’ve got a gun to your cute blonde cop. If I don’t get every single thing I want...she gets a nice bullet to the brain,” 

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Promises Part 1 (Haymitch Abernathy Imagine)

“And the winner of the 68th Hunger Games...Vixen Steelwing”

My eyes widen at the voice from the sky as I realize that I actually did it. I won the Hunger Games. The dead boy in front of me lays there with a knife in his chest all I can do is stare at him. He would’ve killed you if you hadn’t killed him. 

The voice in my head repeats over and over that I had to kill those people or they would’ve killed me. There was no other option. 

The jet comes down from the sky to take me away, but I feel like my body is frozen. There were 24 kids in this arena at the start of the Games. 12 of them died by my hand. That’s half. You had to do it. You brought pride to your district. Winning the Games is what you were born to do. 

The voice repeats over and over in my head, but I don’t believe any of it. 

3 weeks pass and the voice doesn’t seem to go away, but the guilt in my stomach builds as the days pass. While in the arena I got burned under my eye, which is now a gnarly burn scar that spreads across the right side of my face. 

I have lived in the Capitol since winning the games. I know that my victory tour will be happening soon, but all I can think about is how much I want to go home. 

I have a bad feeling that I will not be leaving any time soon. In President Snow’s words, I’m the most beautiful victor to come out of the games. Which is not a good thing for me. I know that they had hoped my burn would go away, but it has not. I think President Snow is upset about that because it makes me less desirable to clients he may want to sell me to. Or at least my body. 

In District 2 most children volunteer for the games. I didn’t, but most of the men go willingly. My entire life purpose is to train for the games and win the games. 

But now I’m starting to realize that nobody ever really wins the games. 

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Things About Me

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee Mug

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Cotton Candy

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Bold

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Glass Cup

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Boho/Tomboy

7. earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds

8. movies or tv shows?

TV Show

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Sunblock

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Gymnastics

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Protein Bar

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Rainbow

13. lanyard or key ring?

Lanyard

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Swedish Fish

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Jane Eyre

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Criss Cross

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Boots

18. ideal weather?

Thunderstorm

19. sleeping position?

Stomach

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop

21. role model?

Stevie Nicks

22. places that you find sacred?

Any Outdoors

23. average time you fall asleep?

Midnight

24. lemonade or tea?

Tea

25. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon Meringue Pie

26. hoodie, leather jacket, or jean jacket?

Hoodie

27. favorite scent for soap?

Roses

28. favorite type of cheese?

Parmesan (or Brie)

29. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Peach

30. what saying or quote do you live by?

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not. 

31. current stresses?

School exams

32. favorite font?

Sunday

33. what is the current state of your hands?

Dry

34. what did you learn from your first job?

Patience 

35. favorite fairy tale?

Rapunzel

36. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

All it takes is 20 seconds of courage

37. favorite flower(s)?

Dahlia, Sunflower, Rose

38. left or right handed?

Right

39. worst subject?

Math

40. favorite weird flavor combo?

Clam Chowder + French Fries

41. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Every single one

42. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Both

43. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

School ID

44. writing or drawing?

Drawing

45. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology

46. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies

47. favorite season?

Fall

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What Does Love Look Like?

Love Looks Like....

🌵Not building a life around someone else, but building your own separate lives together 

🌵Helping each other be better people

🌵Loving all the good and the bad parts of someone and accepting them equally 

🌵Feeling safe in the other’s presence 

🌵Accepting that neither one of you is perfect, yet accepting all their flaws 

🌵Love is never giving up on each other even when times are tough 

🌵Having someone who helps you and allows you to grow into the most beautiful and radiant version of yourself 

🌵Love allows to to feel free and at peace in life, and supports you during the tougher times

🌵Choosing each other every single day 

🌵Fixing something that feels wrong or broken instead of throwing it away

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Break Ups

Break ups are one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. There’s a reason so many songs are about this experience because it makes you feel emotions so powerfully and deeply. No amount of inspirational words from me will ever make that pain go away, but I want to try to help you through it. 

A while ago I did not put my happiness in my own hands. I gave the responsibility of my happiness in the hands of my partner and I have come to realize how harmful that is. 

I am my own beautiful person with my own life and my own emotions. I cannot wait to be happy when I am with another person, or only find joy with the person that I love. 

I need to be about to love life and be happy while driving alone in my car. I need to be happy while walking alone through the woods with my doggies. I need to be happy while sitting in my room alone some nights watching Ru Paul’s Drag Race. 

Independence will help you get through this breakup. 

What makes you happiest? Who were you before your special person came along?  I want you to get in your car or go outside and listen to the songs that want to make you scream your lungs out and smile. 

Go to your favorite place and take lots of pictures and realize how amazing this world is. 

Watch your favorite movie and think about why it is your favorite movie and everything that makes it great. 

Your happiness is entirely in your hands, and when you start doing what you love again and are content with yourself then you will be able to heal. 

When it is time someone new will come along and remind you all the reasons why love is so amazing, and you’ll forget all the reasons love is pain. Nothing so powerful will ever be easy. 

I believe that there is a lesson in everything that happens to us. Look back on this relationship and realize why it did not serve you in being the most radiant person you can be. What did this experience teach you? 

What did this person teach you? What did this relationship teach you about what you want out of life and how you deserve to be treated?

Time will heal this pain I promise. You are an amazing and independent person and I love you. Someone will love you too once the time is right. 

Fight for now to learn to be happy again in your own way and prove that you are strong and you are ready to live a fulfilling and happy life without this person. 

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Loving Yourself

Self love is something that is preached in our society right now. “You can’t love someone else before you love yourself”. “Loving yourself is most important” 

Its funny to me how something seemingly so simple is something that so so many people struggle with. I’ve had many problems with it myself but I’d like to share with all of you what I’ve learned while learning how to love myself. 

Every single person is different. Beauty standards are a myth because nobody will ever look the same and there is so much beauty in that. Inner and outer love are two different things, but I believe there is equal importance in both of them. 

I’ve always loved my eyes, and through this one permanent love I’ve found out that even in times where maybe there is something that you don’t love about yourself hold on to the things that you do love so much about yourself. Your blue eyes that are beautiful like the sea and the sky, gorgeous brown eyes that reflect the earth and life, or green eyes shining like the trees and emeralds. 

You are able to find beauty in everything about yourself, and it is all about perspective. Don’t compare yourself to another body, because you will never look exactly like anyone else and that is something every person must accept. 

You are unique and you are beautiful. 

When you don’t like yourself somedays think of what makes you happiest. What makes you smile and makes your heart feel light and fluttery? What song makes you want to sing and dance? Think about how gorgeous you look when you are at your happiest. 

Think about your toughest days..not to regret or not to wallow but to realize how though those days were and you got through them. You have lived through all of the toughest times in your life and you are so so strong. There is so much beauty in struggle because you rise from those situations even stronger than you were before. 

Your body is a reflection of your life. Your favorite foods that you’ve eaten. All the different lengths you’ve cut your hair. All the little scars you have from being a stupid kid. 

Everything about you and your body shows your unique self and your unique experiences and you are so beautiful. 

Even on days when you feel so lonely or like it is tough to love yourself know that it will always get better and you have so much value.