#is it over now? (taylor's version) (from the vault)

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Hii love your writing obsessed with I wish I hated you 💋💋 wanted to request a Finnick x capitol reader where it’s him breaking in to find reader sneaking around the house at night behind peacekeepers, he was sent by the rebels to capture reader to use her to threaten snow but she is on their side and goes willingly, maybe her falling for Finnick during the escape. Keep in mind since she is close to snow by blood that means she wasn’t exposed to a lot of people so even if she is for the right cause she is naive so her love might be obsession or reliance but I mean it all works out in the end. Anyways other thank that ik I said it but I love how you write Finnick!

omg thank so so much girly💗💗 i always love whenever people enjoy my writing!! and oh i love this idea sm (THIS IS PROBABLY GONNA BE A 2 PART THING)

‘I Can See You’

finnick odair x capitol fem reader

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You'd made it a habit of sneaking around, something about it always felt so freeing. Ever since the rebels had satrted making moves against the Capitol, your grandfather, President Snow, had uped the presence of guards in the mansion. Everywhere you went, the halls would be lined with guards posted at every window, at every exit, at every entrance. You felt trapped, but you couldn't complain too much, you were trapped in a luxorious mansion whilist the people in the districts suffered the wrath of your grandfather.

You hated watching the coverage of the districts, but you're grandfather forced you to. He knew you hated it, but he hoped that you would let go of you naivety that way you could learn how to keep control of the districts, that way when it came time, you could stand in a place of power.

But you didn't want power, you wanted peace. You hated seeing the people suffer, the people that the Capitol were supposedely in charge of. You hoped the rebels would win this war.

You were sneaking around the house again. Tiptoeing around every peacekeeper on guard, your silk slippers making no noise as you did.

But something was different about tonight. Everything felt quieter. Like you were being watched. But whenever you would turn your head, no one would be there. You brushed the feeling off and turned the corner to make your way to the rose gardens, but once you did, thats when a hand clamped over your mouth. You let out a muffled gasp as you were pulled against a broad chest. You struggled a bit as the person pulled you into the shadows of the hallways.

"Don’t scream," the voice hissed in your ear.

You stopped struggling as the hand slowly withdrew from your mouth. You spun around, fully ready to call out for help or to run away, but all thoughts of escape stopped as you looked up at the person.

Finnick Odair. The Capitol Darling, now a rebel.

You had seen him before at events, but you had never spoken to him before. You were used to seeing him in flashy Capitol attire, now here he was in tactical gear.

"Finnick?" you whispered, your voice shaky but dripping with awe.

Finnick tilted his head, watching you carefully, his expression unreadable. “You know who I am. Good. That saves time.”

"I-I mean, of course I know who you are," you stammered, your cheeks flushing. "Everyone knows you. You’re... you’re Finnick Odair. Capitol Darling turned...rebel"

His lips twitched, but the hint of amusement didn’t reach his eyes. “Then you know I don’t have time to explain.” He reached for her wrist, his grip firm. “You’re coming with me.”

Your brows knit together, “Coming with you? Why? Where?”

"I don't have time to explain. So we can do this the easy way and you can either come with me willingly, or," he pulls out a tranquilizer, "We can do this the more...difficult way. Your choice honey."

Your mind rushed with thoughts, if you went with him you would be leaving the comfort of the mansion.

But it dawned on you. You would be leaving the mansion.

"I'll go with you."

Finnick smirks, "Good girl. Good choice." he says pocketing the tranquilizer. "Stay close and don’t make a sound. Keep quiet."

Finnick’s hand wrapped around your wrist as he began moving swiftly through the shadows. You struggled to match his pace, your silk slippers slipping slightly on the polished floors. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant murmur of Peacekeepers made your heart race, but Finnick didn’t falter.

"Where are we going?" you whispered.

Finnick shot you a look, his expression stern. "Didn’t I say no talking?"

You blushed from embarassment, "I'm sorry- I've just- I haven't been allowed to leave this place in a long time."

"I know," he interrupted, his tone softening just slightly. "That’s why you need to trust me and stay quiet."

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat as he turned another corner.

It wasn’t long before the two of you reached a back entrance you’d never noticed before. Finnick paused, pressing his ear to the door. "Come on," he whispered, tugging you forward as he opened the door, but the moment he did he saw a group of peacekeepers coming down the hall.

"Shit." he whispered under his breath, pushing you through the exit as he quickly closed the door.

He pressed you against the wall, his body shielding yours as he peeked through the crack to watch the Peacekeepers’ movements.

"Stay still," he whispered, his voice low but commanding.

You nodded and held your breath, you could practically hear your heart pounding against your chest, and you were sure Finnick could hear it too because he was looking down at you with...a look. You couldn't exactly figure out what he was thinking, but he was definitely thinking of...something.

The muffled sound of boots echoed through the hallway on the other side of the door. Finnick pulled back, taking your hand as he led you deeper into the shadows of outside.

"Do you even have a plan?" you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady.

Finnick shot you a sharp look but didn’t stop moving. "Yes. Step one: get you out of here alive. Step two: worry about the rest later."

"That doesn’t sound very reassuring," you muttered under your breath.

Finnick let out a soft, humorless chuckle. "Welcome to the rebellion."

As you both maneuvered through the courtyard, there was complete silence.

"Why take me?" you ask suddenly, "To hurt Snow?"

Finnick paused, glancing back at you with a raised brow. "What?"

"Why risk everything to get me? I'm...not that important to him, he thinks I'm a lost cause."

"You’re more important than you think. The rebels need leverage, and you’re it. You’re Snow’s blood. If we can use you, we could end this war."

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling on your shoulders.

Finnick’s gaze softened slightly as he noticed your unease. "Look, I know this is a lot, but you’re doing the right thing. You’re on the right side now."

You nodded, unsure if it was reassurance or simply Finnick’s presence that made you feel safe.

He tugged your hand gently. "Come on. We’re not safe yet."

As the two of you approached the outer edge of the courtyard, Finnick stopped abruptly, holding up a hand to silence you. The faint hum of a hovercraft’s engines grew louder in the distance.

"Is that...?" you started to ask, but Finnick shook his head, cutting you off.

"Not ours," he said grimly.

Your stomach dropped as the spotlight of a Capitol hovercraft swept across the grounds, illuminating the pristine gardens.

Finnick pulled you close, his arm wrapping protectively around you as he ducked behind a large hedge. "Stay low," he whispered.

You huddled close to him, your heart racing as the spotlight came dangerously close. The warmth of Finnick’s body against yours was oddly comforting, even more so when he wrapped his arms tighter around you.

"Good girl," Finnick said quietly as he kept you low.

His words sent an unexpected warmth through you again, and you found yourself wanting to impress him, to earn more of his approval.

As the hovercraft finally moved away, Finnick let out a breath he’d been holding and looked down at you, brushing a stray hair out of your face. "You okay?"

You nodded, "I think so."

"Good," he said, helping you to your feet. "Let's keep moving."

You both kept moving but then Finnick stopped abruptly, holding up a hand to signal you to be quiet. His expression was hard, calculating, eyes flicking back to the mansion in the distance.

"What's wrong?"

Finnick’s gaze flickered toward the front gate, where a squad of Peacekeepers stood guard. The front gate was heavily fortified, and with the increased military presence lately, you knew escaping through there would be nearly impossible.

With a swift motion, he reached for a small device tucked in his belt, his fingers working expertly as he adjusted the settings. He looked at you, his eyes serious but with a glint of something like reassurance. "Get down," he ordered, his voice low.

"Finnick, what are you-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, he threw the device at the gate and quickly shielded you with his body.

The sound of the explosion tore through the silence of the night, the force of it rattling your bones. The entire front gate of the mansion was engulfed in a cloud of smoke and fire, sending debris scattering in all directions. You could already hear the shouts of peacekeepers and the sound alarms blaring in the distance.

"We need to go now" he gripped your wrist tightly and pulled you along again. His pace was unrelenting, and despite the fear that was settling in your chest, you had no choice but to keep up.

"You’ll be fine," Finnick murmured, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding you. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Your breath hitched in your throat. You felt butterflies in your stomach. You're his mission. His protection was overwhelming, and you wanted more.

[taylornation]

The *search* was worth the pain, because we got a long list of 1989 (Taylor's Version) Vault Tracks!!!!! 😮‍💨🔓🩵

[tsmidnights]

Taylor posting handwritten lyrics, just like she did in 2014 😭💙

[angeblancrose]

The 1989 TV vault is the mother of Midnights-

[thataintmymerlot]

is it over now?

taylor swift

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[remusfinglupin]

Sister songs.

“Blowing Smoke” Gracie Abrams / “Is It Over Now? (Taylor’s Version) (From the Vault)” Taylor Swift

[wildfloweronwheels]

If everything had to be tightly controlled and kept inside on the original, with 'Clean' packaged then as a perfect 'tie it all in a bow it's fine now', Taylor's version of this generation-defining pop album is messier and somehow as a result, infinitely more. Maybe it's the fact that the Vault literally starts with a song called "Slut!", the most jaw-dropping title she's ever had, a slick summer hit just waiting to explode.

Or maybe it's that this time she's not keeping it all in for the sake of steering the narrative away from her love life, because back then she knew the woman took all the heat. Now, she's letting her anger, hurt and passion fly free as it should when directed at a muse who wouldn't say I love you, strung her along, made her feel as though the answer to getting his attention was to 'jump off a tall something', the implications of which made me shaky. And then he got to be above the fray when it ended while filling the void with sex and other things. It turns out 'Is It Over Now' might actually be the 'Question' she was looking for an answer to on Midnights... the answer by the way is; Taylor, you were better off without that boy. Thank god for the men who make friendship bracelets these days, huh?

But at the end of the day, the ultimate hero in every version of the story we see unfolding right now is Taylor. It always has been.

Wrote a piece about 1889 (Taylor’s Version) that I’m really really proud of 🥹

[moonybeam3]

“When you lost control red blood white snow”

She’s never beating the vehicular manslaughter allegations

[taylornation]

Has anyone else seen her profile and her smile on unsuspecting billboards? 👀🩵 Probably a sign we’re still not over streaming 1989 (Taylor's Version) on YouTube Music. 🤭

[tsmidnights]

Me trying to read the 1989 tv tracklist:

[angeblancrose]

Swifties looking back at 2023: Is It Over Now?

Taylor: It's been a long time coming, but-

* TIME magazine pics drop *

[alainaxwrites]

I noticed something today when listening to Is It Over Now? And I NEED to talk about it. Anyways,

“You search in every maiden’s bed for something greater,”

“You search in every model’s bed for something greater,”

I don’t know how intentional this was, but it’s the Madonna-Whore dichotomy.

She’s ultimately saying in these verses that he’s insatiable. He has fame and every woman at his feet so he feels that he can always climb the ladder for a “better” woman. He refuses to look back and recognize the treasure he has lost because he’s in constant pursuit of the perfect, most ideal woman.

I think that the change in wording contradicts that exact mindset by basically saying, “you can bounce between good girls and bad girls all you want, it’s not getting you anywhere.”

The Madonna-Whore dichotomy is essentially men’s perception that women are pure, good and nurturing or they are promiscuous, a slut, etc. but never both, or neither of those things.

He will never find the perfect woman. He wants a good girl, a soft and quiet girl who won’t speak up. A Madonna. But he cannot view her as sexy enough to satiate his need for the perfect woman, so he leaves her the Whore. She’s fun and seductive, but he soon sees her as trashy and ‘used up.’ And so he finds another Madonna, who he views as a more innocent, ‘suitable’ match. Then the cycle repeats.

Not only is he oscillating between literal maidens and models, he’s oscillating between the only two types of women he perceives, never mind that women are complex humans with complex emotions and personalities.

It’s a trap.

He has trapped himself in this mindset of pursuing greater things when he is just bouncing back and forth between a bunch of women; he can’t sit with it for a second to realize it, to try to understand women outside of his very narrow perception of them as a man.

He’s also trapped her as a result of this, thus the entire song begging the question: Is It Over Now?

As I’m writing this I’m wondering if this also has anything to do with the similarity between the opening of this song and Dear Reader. Because if it feels like a trap, you’re already in one.

[foreveryournameonmylipss]

Is it over now? makes me feel exactly the way i felt listening to 1989 the first time ten years ago, the same sensations, the same imagery that comes to my mind, an ordinary night out in new york city, the cold wind on your skin, all the people living their own different but connected lives...

[rudikawhy]

Listening to Is It Over Now? (Taylor's Version) again after quite some time brings back some 'memories' and winter feelings, because I listened to it so much last winter, and it was always the last song I listened to before entering the university's building.

The same with Treacherous, which was my winter song from the winter 2022/23. Always the last song before reaching my destination.

[happyfreeconfusedaandlonely]

i can see you (taylor's version)