The Night

In the honor of 1989 (Taylor's Version) being owned by mother, should I start (finally) writing about her?

So I was on a chess "competition" at school today. And, just to clear it up immediately, I'm not really that amazing at chess, okay? But I know the rules, I know what to do, okay? I know how to play. And this one girl whose friend I was playing against was so f*cking full of her self. And she started to help her friend play. She literally was whispering to her friend what to do, how to move and everything. I was so mad. The professor warned her to stop helping her friend, but she didn't stop. She was so f*ucking smug. However... I whipped both of their smirks off in like 3 minutes by winning so yeah.

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Finnick Odair x Reader

summary: Upon arriving in District 13 you get a strange sense of dejavu but you refuse to relive the past here.

warnings: none

The ride to 13 had been eventful to say the least. Between Kathiss’ (attempted) attack on Haymitch and Finnick passing out not long after, you hadn’t had time to catch your breath.

Every single second in the arena had felt like hours. You hadn’t slept and could barely stand to eat. All of your energy went to watching Finnick’s back as he did the same for you.

It was purely selfish on your part. When Plutarch had come to you both about a rebel plan to get a selection of the victors, including the ever so important Mockingjay, out of the arena, you knew then and there you had to do everything in your power to keep Finnick safe until the calvary arrived.

It hadn’t been easy either. Not with poisonous fog or vicious monkey mutts or the rest of the tributes who were in the dark on the entire plan. Honestly, it wasn’t all that surprising that once things had calmed down with Katniss, and after being rescued from three days of non-stop adrenaline, Finnick had quite literally shut down, finally succumbing to the stress on his body.

At first, you lost your ever loving shit. Did he have an injury you didn’t know about? Did the district 13 soldiers on the hovercraft do something to him after you were lifted from the arena? It wasn’t until after Haymitch stepped in that you realized your fiancé was breathing perfectly normal and there was no blood or anything to suggest injury. But you couldn’t help it. For years you had watched the Capital and Snow abuse him. It was impossible not to be overprotective and overreactive. He was everything to you.

The real problems came, though, once you landed in 13. Immediately, soldiers acting as guards separated you from Finnick and when you fought back with every ounce of willpower you had left in your exhausted body they only stood their ground. At some point you could remember hearing Haymitch drop some very choice words to them before heading in the direction you’d seen them take Finnick. You screamed for what must have been a full hour before you were finally graced with the presence of one Alma Coin.

“I was told you wanted to see me.” She narrowed her eyes in a way that reminded you eerily of Snow when he wanted something from you. She was seated at a cold, metal table while you were standing and yet you couldn’t help but physically feel the difference in power.

“No.” You said plainly, not breaking eye contact. “I wanted to see Finnick.”

“He’s being evaluated.” She stated simply. “We need to be sure he’s ready to begin training immediately and your presence will hinder that assessment.”

“Training?”

“He is a solider now.” Coin looked at you as if you’d gone dumb. You should’ve known. After years of working for the Capital, Finnick as the their darling and you as a spy for Snow, you’d traded one prison for another. “Of course, I didn’t expect you to take on combative duty, you aren’t much of a fighter yourself. But Finnick will do well in District 13’s defenses.”

Years of abuse and fear and metaphorical chains rushed you - and by default, broke you.

“Finnick will not be a solider for you.” Your voice had gone cold, dark and a little authoritarian. It made Coin blink although she hid her surprise well. You’d have missed it if you hadn’t acquired an affinity for reading people in the Capital. She probably expected you to yell, become hysterical. But she hadn’t prepared for stone cold determination and resistance. “We have spent years serving tyrants and I’ll be damned if we continue here. We risked our lives to save your precious Mockingjay. Finnick was poisoned by fog, I took a bite from a mutt, we were boarder line electrocuted.”

“And we appreciate your dedication to the cause-”

“My only dedication is to Finnick.” You cut off her weak attempts at regaining the power at the shift in the room. “And you’ve decided to keep him barred away from me.”

“You make it sound like you’re prisoners here.” She says in an attempt at redirecting you.

“Aren’t we?” It’s a challenge and based on the subtle shift of her jaw you can tell she heard it. “You obviously need us, or rather, the information we both have, so let me tell you how this is going to go. You’re going to allow me to see my fiancé, you’re going to let us both recover from our taxing experience protecting your Mockingjay in peace and you’re not going to even breathe a word of sending Finnick into battle again. We’ve both done our parts for your revolution, it’s your turn to do something productive.”

After your tangent you feel the air buzzing. Despite your time in the Capital, confrontation wasn’t your strong suit. That’s why you were a spy and not a solider. The only other time you had ever challenged authority was when you and Finnick had started getting closer after your games and you learned about what Snow made him do. You’d demanded he release Finnick from his duties in the Capital in exchange for your services as his own personal spy. Luckily, the president had seen your skills in your games and how you hid from every other tribute, taking them out from locations so hidden that even the game markers sometimes had difficulty finding you without looking for your tracker on the monitor.

But you couldn’t help it. This was Finnick. This was years of being used and abused and feeling unsafe at every moment. You’d be damned if you continued to live under the thumb of another person any longer.

Coin must have weighted her options in the time it took you to stop everything in your vision from vibrating because she gave one definitive nod. “Deal.” You schooled your features despite the shock you felt. “If you both provide me with the information on everyone and anyone we need and agree to film a few pieces of propaganda exposing the Capitals abuse of its victors, then I suppose Finnick can be dismissed from combative duties.”

You were weary of Coin, but she had called in a few of her most important people and sworn to the agreement in front of them. You could tell, though, that she was a little bitter about it because she made a point of saying how she had plenty of better fighters to take Finnick’s place.

Without any further struggle you were being led throughout the hospital wing to him. You had to wonder if Coin ever really expected you and Finnick to agree to fighting for her or if your challenge of authority was too inconvenient and she simply needed it to go away more than she needed Finnick to be a solider. Either way you sent a prayer to whoever was listening and fought the urge to rush past the soldier escorting you and find Finnick yourself.

Once you turned a few more corners it wasn’t hard to pinpoint where he was. You could hear him shouting all the way down the hall. The tone in his voice must have conveyed danger because a second later a nurse came flying from the room and towards your escort. “He wants to see her. He’s becoming escalated.”

You didn’t waste any time ducking around the soldier who was now trying to calm the anxious nurse. You weren’t too surprised with how worked up she was, you had learned your scary, dark voice that you used on Coin from Finnick himself afterall.

“Finnick!” You shouted, finally pushing through the door of his room. His head snapped up at the sound and you threw yourself in his arms where he sat on the edge of the bed. He immediately dropped the rope he was working, which had been given to him by Haymitch when he woke up in a panic over not seeing you immediately. He’d knotted it so many times in the last hour you’d been trying to get back to him that it was already fraying at the edges.

His arms trapped you to him as your hands carded through his hair. “Didn’t see you when I woke up.” He mumbled into your neck, the wetness on your exposed skin betraying the few tears he couldn’t keep at bay. You couldn’t blame him, just like when he’d passed out, his body was finally catching up to the stress of the past three days.

“They separated me from you.” You sighed, never stopping your hands from their calming ministrations. “I talked to President Coin, I can tell you about it later, but I’m not leaving your side again.”

Finnick tightened his hold on your waist. “Good.” He pulled back just enough to look at your face and it almost broke you. His panic was still evident in his features and you smoothed out all the worry lines with your fingers. “Are we done?”

You knew what he meant. Are we done fighting? Are we done running? Are we done sacrificing?

“Yeah, Finn.” You felt the first tear since a break down you’d had at the announcement of the Quarter Quell roll down your cheek and off your chin. “We’re done.”

He brushed a few strands of hair back from your face. “Don’t cry, honey.” He said despite the wetness of his own eyes and he tugged you onto the bed with him. Your head barely had time to settle onto his chest before you yourself gave into exhaustion.

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okay , yknow what ? THEY MADE CAPTAIN HOOK HOT .

How would u describe descendants:rise of red James hook..? Like his character cuz I wanna start writing for him but I wanna know how others see his character

Hi!

So, personally, I would describe James Hook as someone who is first and foremost mischievous. That's the key. He's a person who likes to tease others just for his own fun. Someone who constantly has a smirk on his face as he does. I think that he's also someone who is very goofy in a way that is actually endearing, and it's what makes him so lovable and an amazing villain in Descendants: The Rise of Red.

I honestly hope that I helped you even a little bit. I wish you luck in your writing. Have fun with it, of course! That's all that matters. Also, I would love to be tagged in your fics when you write them about him. ♡

I'm so sorry for not being active on here, and I'm not going to be for a while. I have a few competitions at school that are coming up, so I'm going to continue to not be active for a while. But I promise that as soon as I can, I will publish the new Taylor Swift inspired Coriolanus Snow x reader fic and I will come around to all of the requests that are resting in my asks. Thank you for understanding, have an amazing day/night!

Slow Down There | Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is Sam’s sister but she imprints on one of the cullen boys?

Genre: Light Angst, Fluff

All the symptoms were there but Sam refused to accept that his sister was in the process of shifting. You tried to hide it at first, afraid of how your brother and his pack would react. But how else could Sam justify your abnormally high fever, crankiness and isolation. You surely weren’t on your period, it’s been almost two weeks since it first started. 

Leah was the first person Sam went to and she had just scoffed and rolled her eyes at Sam’s stubbornness; now the pack was just waiting for the moment where you would shift, knowing that it would be any day now.

The boys were trying to egg you on so you would transform, and it seemed to be working as Paul was doing an exceptional job at riling you up. 

“Your brother isn’t very happy about his baby sister turning into a wolf Y/N. How does it feel to be an inevitable burden to him? Now he has to worry about your safety too.” Paul taunted with no malice. In all honesty the boys cared a lot about you, seeing you as their little sister too. But they just didn’t know when to stop.

“Shut up Lahote! I’m sick of your shit! I swear I’m gonna fucking bust your face-” Before you could continue your rant you stop abruptly as you felt the searing anger pulsing in your veins start enveloping you until you felt yourself collapse on all fours. Confused, you tried to say something but it came out in a low growl. Looking down you realized your hands had turned into a dark-navy, almost black color, and instead of hands they were wolf paws. 

Looking up you whined as Paul approached you, trying to calm you down. Flattening your ears you whimpered backing away, a cold wave of nervousness swirling in your chest. 

“Woah there Y/N, it’s okay. We’ll help you get through this.” Paul mumbled, trying to approach you. It felt like the boys were closing in on you, all staring and trying to comfort you. It was too overwhelming. 

“Y/N!” You heard Sam’s yell and that seemed to be your snapping point as you let out a howl before running into the woods behind you with a great speed, leaving the yelling boys far behind. Overwhelmed, you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and you jumped over a flowing river without realizing. 

Your ears perked as you heard a rustle, taking in your surroundings for the first time. Looking behind you, you realize you had crossed into the Cullen’s territory. But before you could leave, you’re met by the sound of a few whooshes and the Cullens towering in front of you. 

“And who are you? I haven’t seen you in Sam’s pack before.” You realized it was Carlisle who spoke to you, having met the Cullens before in person. Whimpering you look down, backing away a little. 

As you look up again, you make eye contact with a pair of golden eyes and you realize it’s Edward. It seemed like the world stopped, the wind pausing and the river’s flowing halting. You felt a pull to go closer to the copper-haired Cullen, who’s eyes widened as he realized what just happened. 

You suddenly lay on your belly, whimpering, wanting him to come to you. Before any questions could be answered you hear the sound of paws thundering and faint yelling. 

“Sam’s pack is coming.” Carlisle announced, looking at you cautiously. 

Edward smiled a little, walking towards you, “She’s no threat, it’s just Y/N. And by the looks of it she just transformed for the first time.”

He crouches in front of you as you nuzzle you head into his cold hands. 

“And what exactly is happening right now?” Rosalie asked, confused at her brother’s sudden gestures of affection. 

“She just imprinted on me.” Edward said proudly, cupping your head to look into your large Y/E/C eyes. 

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” You heard someone say in your head. Edward heard it too, turning to see the wolf pack standing tall in front of the boundary line. 

“If you’re done, can you stop manhandling my sister.”

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