itsleonhard

[fbfh]

as with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+

thinking about being one of Logan's girls during his player era. he did all his usual bullshit to seduce you, and you admit, it worked. but Logan... sweet sweet Logan really doesn't know who he's dealing with. he's so into you because you seem like this sweet innocent soft little virgin who blushes and gets flustered when he just tries to kiss your neck. but if there's anything mean girls taught us it's that the sweetest girls can be the most skilled master manipulators. the second you saw logan, you had a goal. you knew exactly what you wanted - him. his loyalty. to alchemically transform him into someone desperate to be your boyfriend, your fiance, your husband. other girls have tried, sure. they think they can magically change him, throw one ultimatum at him and get him to drop everyone else. of course that never works, but you're not naive enough to approach things so simply.

you let logan get addicted to you. you let him teach you how to do all the stuff he likes, looking up at him with big doe eyes and asking "like this?" before you suck his soul out of his dick. you become his favorite girl. then, once he starts swapping around his booty calls to make sure he can see you, you know you're the favorite. by a huge margin. the next step in your plan is to start invisibly marking your territorry. the kind of things guys don't notice, but girls definitely do. it's late one night, and logan canceled on kristin because you asked him so sweetly "...are you sure you can't play a little longer?" you traced your pink nails down his chest, and he was a goner. you fuck logan until you wear HIM out. you must have been up all night. eventually, once you've completly drained him dry and overstimulated him until even HE'S close to tapping out, that's when the real fun begins. he's so fucked out and turned on at the same time by the fact that even after all that, you're still touching him. you're still fondling his half hard cock and empty balls, you're licking and kissing up his hips and thighs and happy trail. your touch is so soothing, so relaxing that he doesn't notice the way you start to suck tiny little heart shaped hickeys all over him. not too hard, not so hard he would notice, but enough so that they're soft and noticeable. and all around his most intimate parts. you scatter them on the skin right next to his cock, on his inner thighs as close as you can get to his manhood, on his hips, and you leave one peeking out through his pubes, right above the base of his cock. they're so hidden, such a soft pink that he can't even see them. but all his other girls can. this freaks them out more than anything. it's such a soft, intimate gesture, like you don't need to PROVE you're his, like they do. you don't need to do something big and obvious, you don't need to fight over him because you already have him. logan is... surprised. honestly, surprised is an understatement. ever girl he hooks up with for the next week starts freaking out on him, asking who is she, who's your new girlfriend? why did you pick her over me? is she prettier than me? better in bed? and poor, poor logan has NO FUCKING CLUE where this is coming from. by the end of the week, he finds himself with two choices. he can either go do damage control with dozens of angry, jealous girls throwing ultimatums at him, or... there's you, his favorite girl who's never been angry and competitive and jealous a day in your life. you, who would never hurt a fly, much less use psychological warfare to win a season of the bachelor logan doesn't even realize he's a part of. you, who's too sweet, too niave to ever be the master manipulator all his ex flings are claiming you are. so he does the obvious thing. he takes you to fiji for a week.

"like a honeymoon?" you ask so enthusiastically and cutely that he can't disagree.

"yeah, like a honeymoon." he laughs. you're so sweet. so adorably clingy. and as he tosses you onto the big fluffy white resort bed with sweet tropical air blowing in, as he tears off the cute little bikini he got you just to rip right off, phase one of your plan is complete.

[hazelsmirrorball]

PAPER RINGS | Charles Leclerc

SUMMARY: Charles and his long term girlfriend go to the eras tour

FACE CLAIM: Olivia Rodrigo

pairings: Singer Swiftie! Reader x Charles Leclerc

authors note: first formula 1 oneshot! hope you guys enjoy

y/nnn_ just tweeted!

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y/n kids, manifestation works! got to meet my one true love today at the eras tour, still can’t believe it.

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y/nsmirrorball mother is mothering with mother

y/nsferrari i’m sorry but i’m crying this is the y/n x taylor content we needed and craved for years

charles_leclerc you’re one true love? what am i? chopped liver?

→ y/n *your

→ charles_leclerc your digging yourself into a bigger grave, love.

→ landonorris *you’re

carlossainz55 thank you for including me in your date! Never would’ve thought that i would enjoy a third wheeling hangout with you two.

→ y/n what can I say? we are the best throuple

→ charles_leclerc please don't make that a thing

→landosssnorris too late for that

taylorswift I’m glad to meet such a sweet soul as yourself, xoxo.

→ y/n love you love you love you

→ user101 I will forever be jealous of taylor swift

→ charles_leclerc get in line buddy

landonorris next time I expect an invite.

y/nlover i’m sorry but y/n’s the queen of manifestation. not only did she manifest meeting her idiot but also finding her dream man. i need to take notes

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charles_leclerc had fun with my lover at the eras tour.

ps. we got paper rings and daylight as our surprise songs.

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y/nandlando omg! the friendship bracelets.

y/nbabes I'm currently screaming, crying, puking.

lalalandy/n seven friendships bracelets makes me want to fall into a ditch and die

charlescruelsummer guys! guys! guys! don't you remembered y/n's tweet?

→ charlesxyn "I'll get engaged if we get paper rings and daylight as our surprise song" @charles_leclerc start finding a ring sir.

carlossainz55 thank you for the photo credits on the last one by the way.

→ charles_leclerc please shut up.

username12 wait! are they dressed up as miss americana and the heartbreak prince?!?!?!!?

→ y/n fuck yes! Best couple outfit for the eras tour.

lewishamilton congrats you two!

→ y/n @lewishamilton thank you lewis!

user123 why is lewis hamilton congratulating them. LEWIS WHAT DO YOU KNOW? Speak now.

y/n love you to the moon and to saturn, charles!

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charlesupdates @taylorswift saw y/n's tweet and choose violence and I'm here for it!

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user126 like how is it possible that she played those two songs?

verstophim what connection does she have to charles, that's something I want to know.

charlesxy/n taylor is just like us!

user21 omg!!!! y/n liked? What does this mean, please y/n. SPEAK NOW.

user101 she is a mastermind

Y/n slowly walked around the parking lot trying to find their car with Charles and Carlos trailing behind her. If she was being honest, she had a lot of feelings going through her head and the thing she was least worried about was finding the car. A big smile plastered on her face as she saw fans walking out of the stadium in the same condition as her. Y/n let out a laugh as she looked down at her socks remembering that Charles had taken her shoes. All she wanted to do was sit down and process the night she had. She was still on cloud nine, not only did she go to the eras tour with the love of her life and her best friend. Y/n had also met Taylor Swift, she still couldn’t believe it. 

“Did you guys see the way she looked at me? What does she know? What is she hiding? No, because how is it even possible that she sung those two songs? Out of all her discography, Paper Rings and Daylight? Is she dropping an easter egg? Is she playing with me? Are you getting what I’m trying to say?” Y/n rambled while walking faster to the end of the large parking lot. She ran a hand through her hair desperately trying to understand how it was possible that she had not only gone to the Eras tour but gotten those two songs.  

“Y/n” Charles had called for the fifth time in the past minute trying to stop her rant so she would turn around. 

“Not but really, Charles. What do you think? Wait, where's Carlos?” Y/n said turning around to face Charles noticing that Carlos wasn’t next to him. 

“Do you remember your tweet?” Charles asked nervously while slipping his hands on his front pockets swaying back and forth. 

“What tweet? I tweet a lot of things, hun” Y/n asked while furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. She slowly reached for Charles' shoulder, noticing his nerves in an attempt to ease  them. 

“About the surprise songs” Charles responded searching for her eyes. Y/n squeezed his shoulder, sending him a comforting smile. 

“Yeah? I ranted about the surprise songs all the time. Can’t you believe it? Daylight and Paper Rings, insane. Now let’s find Carlos” Y/n responded not getting what Charles was trying to say. 

“Mon Cheri, Taylor played Daylight and Paper Rings” Charles managed to let out a nervous chuckle, getting on one knee on the pavement. 

“Oh” That’s when it clicked. Y/n moved her hands to her lips attempting to cover any noise that would come out of her mouth. Charles with shaky hands took out the red velvet box from his back pocket showing it to her. Tears started flowing from her eyes as she let out a nervous laugh which Charles followed. Y/n slowly bent down to Charles level leaning into him, both of their teary laughs taking over. 

“Y/n L/n, you have been one of my biggest supporters since day one and I am forever grateful for that. You made me the person I am today and I can’t imagine a world without you by my side.  I would spend countless eternities with your love. I really don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, Y/n. Before I met you I thought love would be black and white but now that I have you I know it’s golden. What I’m trying to say is would you do me the honor of spending an eternity with mon cheri. Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” Charles said in between tears as Y/n gripped on him tightly. She shook her head yes as she handed him her hand which Charles gratefully took, slipping a hand made paper ring. 

“You didn’t”  Y/n laughed while looking at the beautifully done paper ring. Charles smiled back while looking at her proudly. 

“The real ring is at home but I thought the paper ring was better for the occasion” Charles replied while pulling her into a passionate kiss. 

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Y/n Taylor you are a mastermind! Can't believe I got married with paper rings.

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user10 OMG OMG OMG FINALLY IM SCREAMING

maxverstappen1 congrats!

landonorris be grateful that i showed him how to do paper rings

user212 my parents are finally getting married

[alyakthedorklord]

Omg literally it would be SO cool if you wrote the rest of the playboy bruce trying to kiss the justice league without them realizing it (I know you said figure it out but the way you wrote it was so good and funn I would love it if you gave maybe a couple of scenarios)

Lmao honestly executive dysfunction is kicking my ASS rn and it was intended as a prompt. I will try tho, definitely taking inspiration from the others who responded to the post because I love them.

If you haven’t, go check out the notes on the OG Post above! @britcision, @ivywing, and @help-i-need-a-cool-username all had amazing additions and @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego wrote a fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48325771

As did @scrapcheck, still in progress

And Devilhorn!

Anyways LONG post under the cut

Hal Jordan

Hal is first to prove a POINT, as @britcision decided. Also because the bastard made it waaaay too easy. Remember- Hal was Joking. He genuinely thinks Batman isn’t going to try, because he’s way too straight-laced boring.

So when he’s at a bar in Coast City, and he sees this absolutely ravishing man lounging casually against the wall, bar lighting making him practically glow (he CALCULATED that) subtle makeup making his bright blue eyes pop as he looks Hal up and down… Well. Hal makes the first move.

Hal: “All on your own, handsome?”

Bruce, with “Mastermind” by Taylor Swift playing in his head, smiling sweetly at Hal: “Care to change that?”

They start talking. Hal doesn’t recognize Bruce Wayne at ALL (canonically he does not know who Bruce Wayne is, a point brought up by @help-i-need-a-cool-username) so all he knows is Bruce is a single father who works at a company he inherited from his parents, which is just (brucie voice) “so much less interesting than a test pilot!”

Bruce, grimacing internally but wrapped around Hal’s arm with the awed and interested eyes in full effect: “you have such a nice voice, tell me more about planes…”

He KNOWS what a fuselage is, thank you, Jordan. Whatever. He gets to gush about his kids, when its his turn to talk, good enough tradeoff. He can survive Hal Jordan’s bad pick up lines and pretend he’s into them. At a certain point Bruce breaks and kisses him just to shut him up. One down.

Diana Prince

I looked it up- kissing in Ancient Greece wasn’t always considered romantic, but also a greeting between two similarly-ranked people. Therefore, I think Diana would be pretty chill with kissing and honestly an easy target at a gala if Bruce plays respectful/clumsy/earnest himbo starstruck with the tall pretty woman, just a peck would make him the happiest man alive. But I wanna go a little more in depth.

Now, I’ve seen Flash and Martian Manhunter save Bruce and/or his kids and Bruce lays one on them, but honestly I think it would work well with Diana too, because she loves kids. Dick and/or Jason (whichever you want to imagine, I want them to team up screw canon) are WAY to excited for this, they’ve got a little script and everything.

WonderWoman, a kid in each arm, delivering them back to their tearful guardian: “Here we are, Mr. Wayne. Whole and healthy.”

Dick, playing into his role eagerly: “Oh my gosh, Bruce! Bruce we got saved by a princess! It’s like a fairytale! Except, you know, the princess is the hero this time, which is so freaking cool!”

Bruce, tears of gratitude rolling down his face (and he knows how to still look perfect while crying, its a skill): “I’m just glad the two of you are safe, Chum.”

Jason, big baby blues in full effect, absolutely asked Wonder Woman to be his mom earlier (to set groundwork, no other reason): “You know, usually the princess and the hero gets a kiss at the end of a fairytale, Bruce. But this princess is both. So how will she get a reward?”

Still choked up with relieved tears and now laughter, Bruce looks up at Diana and smiles: “Well, if the Princess wants a reward… then I would be a fool to refuse.”

Bruce kisses her on the lips, Dick and Jason both kiss her cheeks, Diana leaves charmed and amused by the sweet family. Such a good father, humoring his children and thier little fascination with her, so very respectful…

Two down.

J’ohn Jones

Okay, martians are telepathic. So this goes one of two ways, at some sort of charity or something-

Option 1, Batman is a realist: the charity event is a masquerade, and he wanders over to where MM is while thinking “it would be so funny, give me this.” As loudly as he can. And Martian Manhunter, who appreciates the audacity, gives him a kiss. (I don’t like this one because it technically breaks the rules of the bet, bc MM knows it’s Batman, but eh)

Option 2, Batman is a different breed: he manages to up the ante with his Himbo Persona. Creating a “slippery void” mental facade that blocks of his real thoughts and makes him read as really just that stupid. This would require functioning with two trains of thought at once, and making sure that the Martian can only read the surface level, “oh, this one is pretty” “I really wouldn’t mind kissing him” and other such decoy thoughts, instead of “target is approaching, signs of interest present despite this not being his natural form-“

Bruce also researches and copies Martian courting styles and copies them “by chance,” catching MM’s attention. (He offers him Oreos)

Martian Manhunter: “this man… he is so empty headed and yet clearly kind and willing. I would not take him for a life partner, but for some simple fun as he seems to desire…”

(Edit: Maybe, if B is confident enough, he lets through his loneliness. Missing his parents, wanting affection, an ache so strong it’s like a physical wound. J’onn feels the same ache for his lost family, and decides to try this human’s strategy to fill that void. Either way…)

Batman 3, League 0

Barry Allen

I’m strangely blank when it comes to the Flash let me just spitball and let it snowball

As I said above, people have had him save Bruce, had Bruce seduce him at his workplace while taking a tour, I even saw @help-i-need-a-cool-username have Dick set up a petition for Bruce to kiss the Flash. (An idea that I personally think would also go really well with Superman lmao.)

Anyways, I think it would be funny for Bruce to take it slow with Barry. For the irony of it all. Because Batman is doing this to prove a POINT. So he’s in central city, spots Barry coming his way, and “accidentally” slips right into his arms. Ooh, or covered in coffee, like a wealth disparity drama base script, and Barry’s like “omg i am so sorry let me pay you back.” And bruce is all “this shirt costs (stupid amount of money)”

Barry: (fear)

Bruce, rolling with it rn: “yes, it is horrendous, isn’t it? Hows this- I’m in central city for a day. You can pay me back by showing me around?”

He then proceeds to string barry along on an honest to god DATE for shits and giggles. They go clothes shopping, they go to restaurants, Bruce pays for a big meal bc this is after a fight or something and Barry got hurt, his speedster comrade needs to EAT, damnit.

After all this, he gives a cheeky smile and lightly smooches Barry. “Thanks for the fun day, Mr. Allen.”

Barry, bright red and goo brained: “hah- mmhmm. Yeah…”

Batman 4, League 0

Oliver Queen

This one… Oliver is on guard. He’s twitchy and suspicious, turning down men flirting with him, people are starting to notice. But Bruce? Bruce just walks up at a party while “tipsy” and lays one on him. Straight up. He wants to show just how EASY it is. Because Oliver doesn't even register it. He just laughs and goes: “Hey Brucie! Miss me?”

Batman 5, League 0

Dinah Lance

Of course, immediately after above, he turns and pouts at canary.

Bruce: “Dinah darling, you are a saint, I don’t know how you put up with the mess he’s got on his face. He was so much nicer to kiss when we were in (fancy private school name drop) together and didn’t have all this nonsense.”

Dinah, laughing at Ollie’s offended noises: “Oh, I don’t mind it. He’s a good kisser.”

Bruce: “Of course he is, I taught him. Care to compare?”

Dinah: “Don’t mind if I do.”

Batman 6, league 0

Clark Kent

For Clark, Bruce is originally talking to Lois before he turns his eyes on a quiet Clark and croons: “So, Miss Lane, does this lovely specimen have his own questions, or is he arm candy? And if he’s the latter, can I either tempt him off you, or secure an invitation?”

Lois, an excellent friend who will absolutely set Clark up with the hottest bachelor in Gotham: “Well, Mister Wayne, I’ve got all I need. Clark, take a page from my book and honeytrap a good quote out of him, hm?”

With an obnoxious wink, she pats a spluttering Clark on the shoulder, and leaves him with a very smug Batman.

(Bonus Superbat- Clark and Bruce’s conversation is going REALLY WELL and to the point where both of them seem on board with more than a heavy makeout when Bruce puts a hand on Clarks chest.

Bruce: “Stop.”

Clark, freezing immediately: “I’m sorry, did I go too far-?”

Bruce: “No, no. I think I might be though. See, I have all of you now, and I’ve won the bet.”

Clark: “What are you- oh. Oh- HUH?”

Cue sudden and shocked revelation, Clark’s mind going a hundred miles an hour, and then skidding to a stop on- he only did this for the bet. He’s not really interested. He stopped because I went too far-

Bruce: “You only consented to a kiss without knowing my identity. Right now, I’d like to do more, if you’d let me.”

Clark has the dial-up tone ringing in his ears, he has no idea whats going on anymore, the hot billionaire and his reclusive teammate aren’t quite slotting into place, because he wants both but rhey’re so different but they’re the same but-

“Yes.”

Lois doesn’t get Clark back that night and she is delighted.)

Anyways, final results:

Batman: 7

League: 0

Reveal:

Batman talking shit about their secret identities again, Green Lantern is scoffing about it again, says something along the lines of: “You still think you’re sooooo great, huh? Hows the bet going, spooky?” Fully expecting Batman to get huffy with him.

Instead, Batman smirks.

He leans in

And purrs: “So you didn’t notice?”

The League freezes. The implications are dangling over their head. Did he… did he really?

Green Lantern, absolutely terrified: “No. no, there’s no way…”

Batman: “Oh, there absolutely was a way. I’d say you were a good kisser, but honestly? I think it might have been the euphoria of getting you to shut up.”

He turns on the rest of the league, still smirking. “I have kissed every single person who consented at least once in the time since the bet was made. Two of you with tongue. And no one has called me out on it. Now that you know it’s happened, you should be able to figure me out, so whoever can tell me my real name first, wont get thier story used as an example in the brand new “how to avoid honeypots” seminar.”

(If bonus superbat, B shoots Superman a Look and goes “except for you, superman, because I told you my name.” Which just ends up distracting everyone else until they get THAT story)

Diana wins bc she matched up the boys to the robins. Everyone else gets their stories told in excruciating detail. Batman rates them by kissing ability and how obvious he was on his approach. Oliver gets docked points for “texture.” Dinah gets docked points because “i griped about the exact same thing in and out of costume, how did you not notice-“

(Different reveal below)

@chaos-n-kindness @she-went-that-way @geekonaleash @redh00dsbf @howabouticallyou

[yuphoric]

STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ❥ yuuta okkotsu (m) | part 1

➵ summary: Yuuta Okkotsu is head over heels (read: pathetically) in love with a girl who wouldn’t even spare him a second glance. When the opportunity to call her “his” arrives on a silver platter—that is, when she loses all her memories—without thinking, he grabs the opportunity to claim himself as her husband.

➵ pairing: obsessive stalker!yuuta okkotsu x f!reader ➵ word count: 1,163 ➵ warnings: MINORS DNI – stalking & obsession (for future drabbles? chapters? smut)

author’s note: ALL LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! <3 inspired by the 1D fanfic i read 9 years ago (“illegally yours” by _DaniMoon_)… ALSO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS……….. the yuuta brainrot was just sooo... bad i wrote all of this in one sitting SCREAMINGGGG

Yuuta Okkotsu is a well-calculated man; he’s a “mastermind” as Taylor Swift would say. He’s smart, and he’s careful. He’s everything but stupid.

However, when it comes to you, he becomes stupid. Stupidly in love. All thoughts of intellect trashed at the deepest corner of his mind, all reasons of rationality ignored. Even back in high school, he’d admire you from afar—too insecure to even place himself in your world. He never deemed his world worthy to accommodate you; you who he defines as perfection, you who shines brighter than any of the constellations combined.

When this seemingly perfect chance to have you, to love you, falls beneath his feet; he takes it—he grabs it. 

His day started like his usual routine. He greeted the kind barista named ‘Yuuji’ behind the counter and bought his usual coffee order from the small café he frequents at. He sat at the plush chair (technically, could be labeled as his own by how much his ass sat on it) near the window, catching sight of the beautiful morning scenery—

You.

You, at exactly eight in the morning, arrive with the usual twinkle in your eye. Yuuta falls in love more every day with the sight of perfection. In these typical mornings, you always carry a digital camera, taking pictures of your usual subjects; like the shop’s designs that change weekly (Last week, he recalled it was designed with cute little balloons to celebrate the owner’s birthday), the baristas which have become your friends, and the pastries layed out inside the glass display. He always wondered when he could be the subject of your pictures.

Once Yuuta hears the soft jingle of the shop’s bells, you dash over the counter and greet Yuuji. If someone would ask Yuuta what you usually order, he could easily recite it: “One sea salt latte and a banana muffin, please.” On days you feel like ‘experimenting,’ he knows that you would instead order a double shot of espresso and a puff pastry.

While he tries to not seem obvious stalking—admiring—you, he couldn’t help himself to let his eyes wander on your body. Especially when today, you wore the pink miniskirt he loved seeing on you, how it perfectly hugs your waist down to your thighs. After you pay, you walk to your designated seat: the one near the counter, just beneath the air conditioner. He shakes his head, turning back to his table; his hand grasping the ballpoint pen he brought to messily sketch the you of today on his journal. His ordered drink is neglected at the side, his focus on your sketch and his view of you by the corner of his eye.

Today seems like any other day.

Until it wasn’t.

The bells ring once again at the entry of another man with dark hair bunched in a top knot. Yuuta watches as your eyes light up at the sight of this man, and he could swear he feels his stomach lurch. Who is this man and why is she so happy to see him? The grip Yuuta had on his pen tightened, similar to the feeling of his vulnerable heart. Do you have a boyfriend he never knew of?

For the next couple of minutes, he watches the sequence of events play out. First, Yuuji delivers a tray of two different drinks and two different pastries on your shared table. Second, the sweet conversation you introduced to this ‘top knot’ (read: ‘top one asshole,’ as Yuuta conjured in his head) seemingly turned sour instantaneously. Then currently, Yuuta watches the back and forth of free flowing arguments between the two of you.

How dare this man hurt you?

Someone as perfect as you?

The chatter in the shop couldn’t mask the heated conversation you shared with the man across your seat. Yuuta desperately wanted to intervene; to say something, to wipe the leaking tears away from your face—but he stayed still. He remains unmoved. What else could he do, anyway? He watches as your emotions get the best of you; your face displaying emotions of frustration and anguish. Yuuta vowed to himself not to make you feel the way you do right now because of the asshole you were with, to not see these expressions on your pretty face.

You stand up, and Yuuta hears the loud screech your chair evokes as you trudge your way out. The ‘top one asshole’ remains seated, his back turned against Yuuta. With no other thought passing through his head but you, he follows your lead outside the shop. His coffee remains untouched, pen now bashed in his jean’s pockets and his journal pinched between his fingers.

He, himself, couldn’t calculate his next few actions.

Yuuta follows the blue sedan car you drive; he strikes closely behind you, not too near, but not too far either. His eyes zero in your form, maintaining the pace of his motorcycle. He hopes you don’t notice him following him for the past couple of minutes already; of course, he just wanted to ensure that you were safe—that you were okay. He was just worried, that’s all.

After the three alternating turns and the two highways you drove, the road the two were driving at started to get steeper. The cars and other transportation devices started to lessen and lessen. Yuuta feels the sweat start to drip down his neck, the helmet he wears starts to loosen, while he continues to push down all the weight of his body on his seat to control himself. He sees your car get faster than a lightning speed, your car evoking a loud screeching sound. 

What the actual fuck were you trying to do?

You seemed frantic, displayed through your driving. In a matter of seconds, you started to lose control of your car. Yuuta watches your car fishtail like a wild animal, spinning repeatedly until you hit a light post. 

He feels the adrenaline rush through his veins, as he pushes his motorcycle behind you. The exhilaration overcame his body’s fatigue from the extensive, one-sided pursuit. The reverberation of the screeching continued to pierce the tranquility of the road, resonating in the middle of almost nowhere. Yuuta feels his heart race, but not because he's in love with you; rather, it’s because he worries you got seriously hurt. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yuuta mutters to himself as he sees dust erupt from your car’s tires, casting a cloud that obscured his view of you. He catches up to your swerved car, him haphazardly pushing down on his rear brake pedal. “What the fuck happened?”

He cautiously approached your car, his heart stuttering against his ribs. Yuuta peers through your car’s cracked window, only to see head laid on your headrest with your eyes closed. His gut wrenches at the sight of the blood seeping through the wound on your forehead; fortunately, the cut wasn’t too big, but it was deep.

What the fuck is he supposed to do now?

a/n: will post other parts to this!! planning to make this multichaptered?? I JUST LOVE YUTAAAAAA.....the brainrot is so bad imnfdndsbhjhbascdhjdajchhjajksjkjsdkdnwkejkdjw pls lmk what u think <33

[moonstruckme]

idk if u listen to taylor swift but her song mastermind (which is kinda like maneuvering things around to get together with someone) would be so cool to read with TASM! Peter !! Maybe the reader realizes Peter is Spiderman after recognizing his voice and then tries her hardest to become Peter’s friend in school and kinda puts all the pieces together herself (+ the line ‘to assess the equation of you’ is so peter coded) also I feel like smart reader deserves more rep 😞 like no way she wouldn’t recognize his cocky ass voice

Again this is just like. Me spilling out my random thoughts 🤭 -🍁 (sorry for spam)

Hi lovely! I didn't stick to this very faithfully, but it did inspire an idea that I'd be remiss not to give you credit for! It's established relationship, where reader has figured out Peter is Spiderman (I agree she's not dumb and that needs to be regonized). Thank you <33

cw: a whiff of harassment (more of an attempt really, but if that will upset you please don't read)

tasm!Spiderman x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

It’s hard to feel totally vulnerable walking around the city at night when you know you’re never really by yourself. Peter thinks he’s so stealthy, but he can’t always avoid casting shadows on the street ahead of you; you were bound to catch onto his well-intentioned stalking eventually. You’re not totally sure why he doesn’t just walk you home as himself (you’re coming from his apartment, it’s not like it would have been so difficult to ask), but your boyfriend seems to prefer stepping into his alter-ego when he thinks there’s any possibility for danger. 

It turns out this time, he was right.

It’s not that you don’t see the man walking in the opposite direction of you (you’d have to be blind to miss the slow, performative up-down he gives you) or notice his mouth moving in your periphery, but you’re city-trained; you keep your eyes ahead, hoping he’ll see that you’ve got your earbuds in and leave you alone when he doesn’t get the attention he wants. 

The man passes you, and you’re thinking you’re in the clear when there’s a forceful tug on your elbow. You very nearly pitch forward in your haste to get away from the unwelcome touch, but then the hand is wrenched away, and you turn to find the man stuck to a newspaper dispenser with one wrist covered in a familiar white filmy substance. A second later, and his other hand is webbed to the car behind him. 

You pull out your earbuds just as Spiderman lands in front of you, the tilt of his head indicating that he’s looking you over for damage. 

“Hey, what the fuck!” The man sputters. “I was just trying to pay the bitch a compliment—”

“Alright, thanks for that, pal.” Spiderman webs his mouth shut, and your harasser continues his muffled protests. “Maybe we just have different styles, but most of my compliments don’t start with unsolicited commentary on a stranger’s boobs.” 

You curl your lip, and the man looks like a dog on its leash the way he’s tugging against his restraints. Your rescuer webs his feet in place, stopping their scraping against the sidewalk.

“You know,” he says, turning to you, and he���s not even trying to disguise his voice, “you should really have at least one earbud out if you’re walking by yourself at night. That’s just the first entry in the Pretty Girl Guidebook.” 

You grin at him. “I think the first entry in the Pretty Girl Guidebook would really advocate more for playing damsel in distress to lure charming heroes your way. Walk me home, handsome?” 

You start back on your way, and he follows you like it’s all he knows how to do. He’s quiet, and though you can’t see his expression behind the mask, you wonder if you’ve actually startled Spiderman into silence. If he expects you to be bashful and awestruck, he’s got another thing coming; you’re typically a bit shy around new people, but Peter isn’t new people. 

“Yeah?” he asks after a second, and you wonder if you’d be able to detect the slight pitchiness to his voice if you didn’t know it so well. “So was that the plan all along? Get yourself attacked to get yourself rescued?” 

“No.” You shrug, casting a disdainful glance back toward the man who’d grabbed you. “I don’t go out looking for trouble, but I know that if it finds me,” you say, looking up into the mask with a simpering smile, “I’ve got Brooklyn’s friendly neighborhood hero to protect me.” 

You think he actually gulps. “I’m flattered you think so highly of me, sweetheart, but you really should take some precautionary measures too.” 

“Well, I suppose I could’ve asked my boyfriend to walk home with me,” you muse, “but he seemed like he was eager to have me gone. Better things to do, apparently.”

“What?” It’s a squawk, and then Peter clears his throat from behind the mask. “I’m sure if your boyfriend’s a sensible guy—which, I mean, anyone who managed to snag a girl like you must not be totally airheaded—I’m sure he didn’t mean to rush you off.” 

“I don’t know.” You frown, looking off in front of you contemplatively. “He’s book smart for sure, but he can be kind of dense sometimes.” You can feel your companion’s hesitation like a prickle at your side, his uncertainty of how to go about this conversation with you, and it catches him offguard when you stop to look up at him with coy, wide eyes. “Do you think you’re a sensible guy?”

His voice is strangled. “Me?”

“Mhm,” you hum, slowly moving into his space. 

“I—I like to think so, sure.” 

It’s all you can do not to giggle at how easily his cocky persona has come undone. You’re having too much fun to even feel bad about the torment you’re inflicting upon your boyfriend. “Maybe I should be with you, then,” you say. 

He actually takes a step back. “But—but—uh, listen, you’re really pretty, but didn’t you say you had a boyfriend?” 

“Yeah,” you say softly, batting your eyelashes up at him, “what about him?”

You’ve got your hands on his shoulders, lips so close to his face you can feel the warmth of his breath through the mask, and you actually think he’s going to do it. He’s going to let you kiss him. You shove playfully at his chest, unable to contain your laughter anymore.

“Pete, c’mon,” you say, careful to keep your voice low. “You must think I’m an idiot. You really thought I wouldn’t recognize you?”  

There’s a few moments of wordless sputtering which you can’t really hold against him, and then Peter’s whisking you into an alley, pulling his mask off. 

“Sorry for fucking with you,” you say while he’s still getting his bearings. He runs a hand through his hair, eyes wide. “It was just so easy to flirt back. You made it too much fun for me.” 

“Jesus, babe.” Peter fists a hand in his hair, already fluffy from being handled so much. “When did you figure it out?” 

“I mean, before today, but not very long ago,” you admit. “I knew something was up for a lot longer, but I didn’t put it together until you helped me with that mugger a few weeks ago.” You quirk a playful eyebrow. “You should at least try to distort your voice if you’re going to be Spiderman around people who know you in real life, you know.” 

“Never had to with Flash,” he mutters. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

You turn a bit more sheepish, unsure if you should feel guiltier about keeping your realization from him. To be fair, though, he’d kept a whole crime-fighting secret identity from you. “Is there ever a right time?” you ask him with a little shrug. “I guess I eventually wanted you to tell me on your own. I get why you didn’t, but it’s not like you’re exactly choosing to trust me here.” 

“I do,” Peter says immediately. He takes your shoulder in hand, like he needs to keep you steady to make sure you’re hearing him. “I do trust you, honey. It was never about trust.” He passes a hand over his face, shock melding into something more like dread. “It just, it could be dangerous for you, if you’re ever seen with me and it's obvious you know who I am, or something. I didn’t want to drag you into anything. There are…not everyone thinks of me as the friendly neighborhood hero you do.” 

He gives you a little smile, and you return it, stroking his jaw in an attempt at comfort. “I know,” you say softly. 

“We’re going to have to be careful.” 

“I know. Pete?” 

“Yeah?”

“If we’re being careful, you should probably put your mask back on.” 

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Someone smarter than me needs to do an in-depth analysis on how swift weaponizes sex. So many of her lyrics involve cheating as revenge and picking fights with her partners about other girls. She makes it sound like some godly privilege to be with her and if she masterminded her way into your life you're just soooo lucky. Even "touch me while your bros play GTA" plays into that. Like "why would you want to have fun and game with your friends when ill let you finger me". (Sidenote a bunch of her lyrics and all of Me! sounds like an abusive partner daring you to leave and dare to find someone better) It's creepy how she's so juvenile and egotistical at the same time. She's mastered the "any mention of my bfs, even the underage ones, is slutshaming" move and uses it to get out of any criticism. Like, have all the sex you want be safe whatever but don't act like some sad little girl who got taken advantage of when the game you started goes poorly.

Ask, and ye shall receive. Because this a very insightful observation! Thanks!

It is true that Swift clearly uses sex and sexuality like a "gotcha" moment. I was always quite perturbed by her songs that glorify cheating. It's just so strange, but I think it ties into her enjoyment of revenge fantasies. Anyway, I was planning to write about how Swift's music often engages with and reinforces heteropatriarchal social standards. I think your idea adds an interesting new layer to the ways in which she manipulates through sex- both in the performance of passivity to masculine authority, as the patriarchy, and the ways in which she commodifies female sexuality by weaponizing it.

You're right it's incredibly egotistical and juvenile.

Also, I have a major bone to pick with the way Taylor Swift uses feminism to shut down criticism- like OMG do I have a problem with her there. She's only ever spent her career crying about how "women who talk bad about me are bad women" yet, she never really does or says anything actually feminist. In fact, most of her music, like I said above, reinforces the patriarchy. She herself is guilty of so much slut-shaming, too. I will go into detail, with a real argument, in a separate post soon. And I thank you for pointing out the weaponized sexuality aspect of her, often, overtly patriarchal tone.

BTW- "ME!" is Such a weird song -> "I know that I went psycho on the phone" uhh... excuse me?

[manheimsmuse]

MASTERMIND ; spencer reid

checkmate, i couldn’t lose

a/n: very potentially a part one, heavily inspired by ‘mastermind’ by taylor swift.

warnings: spencer reid x afab!gideon!reader, competitive spencer, reader is the newest addition to the bau, set in season eleven so spoiler warning

the idea of joining the behavioural analysis unit was daunting, it would be for anyone, but the daughter of the legendary jason gideon? now, those were some big shoes to fill.

you were comfortable enough with the team, hell david rossi was your godfather and you’d babysat jack hotchner more times than you could count. jennifer, or jj as you learned she preferred to be called, was a passive figure in your life but one you appreciated considering she was one of the only maternal figures consistently in your life.

penelope garcia was someone teenage you had a one sided beef with, your father frequently tracking you down through her tracing skills, and derek morgan forced you to take a self defence class with him once your father told him you’d been robbed after a frat party.

there was one person, however, that you knew inside and out despite meeting only a handful of times.

doctor spencer reid.

it was very possible the allure was your fathers disapproval, being close in age meant jason feared you’d ’put the moves on the kid’ as he would say. and it was tempting, you had to admit, not just to irritate your father but because spencer was an enigma. intelligent, clumsy, absolutely gorgeous.

he was your first crush, well, aside from troy bolton and that boy in your second grade class.

so, when you walked into the bullpen on your first official day and saw the aforementioned boy genius playing against himself in a game of chess, you couldn’t ignore it.

spencer made the mistake of thinking he could bowl you over without a second thought, the fact that the man who taught him had also taught you completely slipping his mind as his competitive streak took over.

“you’ve got this, bella.” rossi muttered, he and the rest of the team watching on in disbelief as spencer had finally met his match. even garcia had snuck out of her lair to watch.

the silence is deafening as the two of you go back and forth across the board, each of you huffing in annoyance when outsmarted by the other until finally. .

“check.”

a small grin of satisfaction etches itself onto reids face, in his head he’s won, backed you into a corner, and my god was he smug about it.

you remain calm, eyes trained on the pieces as you try think ten steps ahead, just as you were taught.

and finally, it falls into place like dominoes cascading in a line.

“checkmate.”

it’s your turn to wear a smug grin, arms crossing as rossi whoops, holding his hand out to accept a ten dollar note from derek.

“what - how did you..” spencer trailed off, completely and utterly astounded by how easily you’d beaten him “rematch, right now.”

“easy, reid, your sore loser is showing.” derek taunted, playfully shoving the youngers shoulder.

“your rematch it’s going to have to wait, i’m afraid,” garcia started, a chuckle punctuating the beginning of her sentence “we have a case.”

the team dissolves, all making their way toward the conference room as you hung back to help reid clean up the chess board.

“are you sure you can handle me beating you again?” you jokingly ask, crouching to grab a pawn that had slipped off the desk.

“i went easy on you because you’re new,” spencer muttered, not even convincing himself as he took the pawn from you with a quiet thank you.

you scoff, hands on your hips as you look down at the agent still in his seat “if you say so.”

“next time, we’re playing for something.” spencer speaks matter of factly, rising to his feet and tucking his chair in under his desk. you have to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact.

“oh yeah? what’s that?”

“reid, gideon.” hotch’s firm voice bounces from the conference room, moving both of you from spencers desk and leaving you wondering what you were putting on the line.

[thedelicatearcher]

swiftie!finnick odair who would fight with his life for a taylor nation notice. swiftie!finnick odair who blocks peeta for a month when he gets noticed and not finnick.

swiftie!finnick odair who installs swift alert on mag's phone so she could play mastermind with him. swiftie!finnick odair who gets upset when mags gets a higher score than him when she answers randomly.

swiftie!finnick odair who once tried to have a taylor swift updates account but gave up after only having 5 followers (katniss, johanna, peeta, annie, and effie).

swiftie!finnick odair who started learning piano so he could play his favorite songs. and now, he plays them in every opportunity he has.

[babyarmywrites]

mastermind - kth

idol!kim taehyung x fem. reader

Summary: After seeing you for the first time, there is nothing that could stop Taehyung from making you his. Nothing.

Word count: 7,4k

Warnings: swearing, I may have gotten some things wrong, cause I don't know everything about BTS yet, so please don't hate me for that. Also, English is not my first language, so sorry for that as well.

Genre: slight angst, but mostly fluff

Song in title: mastermind - taylor swift

All your adult life you experienced how some people had more luck than others. For some, everything fell into place, they were at the right place at the right time, maybe they won some kind of lottery with the gods above or they were simply blessed from birth with an easy being. You had no idea what kind of amazing deed you had done in your previous life to be blessed with the angel boy you could call your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, but you were not complaining.

You didn’t quite understand how or why you ended up in a posh club in the heart of Seoul, full of celebrities and rich people. Probably because of Nari's, your best friend's, influence from her Marketing Manager position at HYBE, but there you were. An outcast for sure, but a radiant presence that caught the eye of the one and only V from BTS. You were sitting at the bar accompanied by a whiskey sour that you had been sipping on for the last 40 minutes, the ice completely melted, watering down your overpriced drink. It was clear as a day, even for a stranger, that this was not your usual scenery. Your shoulders were tense, eyes scanning your surroundings, your face scrunching up in disgust every time some drunken idiot bumped into you while trying to approach the bar. You felt someone's presence on your right side and glanced at the person standing close to you, waiting for the bartender to notice him. The place was so crowded it was difficult not to invade someone's personal space, but the handsome stranger was visibly trying to be respectful, which you were thankful for. As soon as your eyes landed on him you noticed how his pretty orbs were already on you and you quickly turned away, but slow enough to catch his lips curling into a kind-hearted, polite smile. Your cheeks reddened upon being caught and you couldn't resist looking back at him again. He was staring at his shoes, his smile still present, his eyes now hidden by the perfectly styled bangs framing his handsome face. He glanced back up, raising an eyebrow playfully and you couldn't help the intensifying blush adorning your cheeks. He chuckled slightly and you thought it was the most beautiful sound you've ever heard, despite it being obstructed by the loud music playing in the posh club.

"This is not your usual scenery, huh?" he asked, clearly enjoying the situation at hand.

"No, not really," you answered shyly, slightly embarrassed by how evidently out of place you were.

"So what brings you here?"

"Best friend obligations. What about you?"

"Contractual obligations," he responded curtly and you couldn't help the laughter erupting from your lips.

Inexplicably, Taehyung felt proud that he managed to make you laugh. He could see clearly how your shoulders relaxed and your body language shifted. He spotted you sitting alone at the bar approximately 30 minutes ago and he instantly thought that you were the most gorgeous human being he ever laid his eyes on. For the last couple of years, he did his best to get out of events like this, but his management forced him to show up and contrary to Jungkook and Jimin, he was having a terrible night. He couldn't just let loose in a crowded club like this without the papers being filled with his drunken shenanigans the next day. He opted for a calmer approach, sitting in their VIP booth, scrolling on his phone. After he deemed the content on the device boring, he pocketed it carefully and started looking around in hopes of finding his bandmates. However, his eyes landed on you and for some inexplicable reason, he felt drawn towards you. It could have been the fact that seemingly you were in a very similar predicament as him or simply that as an art enthusiast he was drawn to pretty things. He wasn't looking for any logic in his instant infatuation with you, he deemed that trusting his instinct was the right thing to do. So he downed his drink and walked to the bar with the intention of getting a refill. And maybe talk to you.

"I'm Taehyung." he put out his hand for you to shake, his smile never faltering. You put your significantly smaller hand in his, giving him your name. You were slightly flustered, considering you knew who he was. Everyone in Korea knew. However, you were not necessarily a BTS fan, so you kept your composure.

"Want to get out of here?" he asked curtly and your jaw dropped to the floor. His question could have been easily misunderstood. Did he think simply telling you his name would get him into your pants? Before you could get furious by the insane assumption that it would be so easy to swoon you into his bed, he realized his mistake. "Oh my, that sounded awful. I just meant that we both clearly feel uncomfortable here and I would like to go somewhere more quiet so that we could get to know each other better. Like the Ttokpokki place next door. My treat, of course."

"Why would you want to get to know me?" he couldn't stop thinking about how adorable you were. So humble, so innocent, so genuine...

"It's not every day a commoner like me gets to meet an angel like you."

You laughed at his corny pick-up line, which again, left the boy grinning in satisfaction. How could you say no to that?

That night, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. That's how you met Kim Taehyung.

As a hopeless romantic, you believe in love at first sight. However, it's not Taehyungs striking good looks that make you fall for him, but his actions. He is polite with the staff at the hole-in-the-wall Ttokpokki place, he is elegant, he pulls out the seat for you, and pays for your food and drinks without hesitation. He asks you questions about yourself and listens to your answers with undeniable interest. Despite meeting him not even an hour before, he seems so infatuated with every word you speak that he makes you feel like you are the center of his universe. Similarly, you try to get to know him better as well and you learn a lot of interesting facts about him, like how he studied interior design, which he is very passionate about, he tells you anecdotes about his dog, Yeontan, he even shows you pictures of the puppy, like a proud father. He thinks your reactions to Tannie are adorable, an image in his mind appears of you coddling the little dog with so much love and gentleness. He is convinced the temperamental puppy will adore you, despite him not liking many people.

Your little talk is annoyingly interrupted by a call from your best friend and it is difficult to understand her words from how slurred they are, but you manage to interpret the drunken mess as her wanting to go home. You apologize profoundly and Taehyung notices how you seem irritated from your conversation being cut short. And you think this is it. A fun chat that is going to end with you going home and never seeing the charming man ever again. However, you fail to consider the fact that Kim Taehyung is also a hopeless romantic and he refuses to let you go without asking for your number. He firmly believes that people get one chance in life to meet their person and he is convinced that you are someone meant to be in his life by a higher power, one that he cannot explain nor understand. He is not going to mess up this chance presented to him so he gives you his phone. You gladly give him your number and the two of you part ways, both of you smiling like idiots. You turn around to get one last glance at the handsome man who swooned you with his charm and your smile widens when you notice him doing the same thing. A bubbly laugh leaves his pretty lips and he shakes his head in disbelief. You observe his frame as he gets smaller and smaller with the increasing distance between you. You can still see him when the phone in your pocket buzzes and you smile at the new number and message on your screen. You save his number in your contact list, not knowing, that you will know it by heart in a few months.

Taehyung lmk when you get home, pretty girl. take care! :]

His texts don't stop from that point. Despite being insanely busy and rarely having time to respond, he makes an effort to make you feel like you're in his thoughts 24/7. He sends you pictures throughout the day, about Tannie, selfies from his studio, photoshoots, dance practices with the group, anything really. Your heartbeat nearly triples when he sends you a picture of a plushie, claiming how its cuteness reminded him of you. Despite talking to him constantly through texts, you don't get to see him in person for two weeks and your second meeting is just as accidental as the first. Nari invites you to the HYBE building for lunch, because she still feels bad for ruining your night with Tae. You accept, not knowing that he happens to be in the building that day.

As you munch on your kimbap in the HYBE cafeteria you hear a small dog yapping in a high pitch and you look under the table finding a nicely groomed pomeranian with black fur looking at you with curious eyes. You coo at the puppy, letting it sniff your hand before petting it gently. Taehyung observes you from a distance, his boxy smile adorning his face. Tannie jumps on your leg, signaling how he wants to be picked up and you do, which prompts Tae to move towards you.

"Where's your owner, cutie-pie?" he hears you asking the dog as you run your hands soothingly through the soft fur on his back. Yeontan, like he understands what you are saying, starts barking in Taehyung's general direction and you follow his line of sight, spotting the idol. You smile at him shocked, but it is evident from the glint in your eyes that you are glad to see him. You should have put the two and two together: the little dog sitting on your lap looked eerily similar to Taehyung's and there was a chance of him being at HYBE, considering that his studio was in the building.

"I see you met Tannie." he greets you with a wink and nods towards your friend, who bows slightly. He is basically her boss after all.

"He is cuter in person." you smile and you hug the puppy closer to your chest and he starts licking your face lovingly, which causes you to giggle. Taehyung is glad he was right. Yeontan loves you and he takes that as a sign from the universe that the two of you are truly meant to be.

"I could say that about you too, pretty girl." your face reddens at the compliment and you find it unfair how smooth he is with it.

"Do you want to sit down, Taehyung-nim?" Nari asks him, offering him her seat.

"It's alright, I don't want to interrupt for long." he gestures for her to stay seated "I just came here to retrieve Tannie and ask a pretty girl out on a date tomorrow night."

Your eyes widen at his boldness, and you nearly spit out the sip of water that you took. Taehyung seems to be amused by the situation at hand, but you fail to notice how his foot clad in comfortable sneakers taps the floor, a nervous tick of his. On the inside, he is a mess, the fear of rejection plaguing his beautiful mind. You look around the cafeteria as if you're trying to find the pretty girl he is talking about. You finally point at yourself, your eyes never leaving his and he nods with a small laugh.

"What time should I be ready?"

"I'll pick you up at seven if that's alright."

"Perfect!"

"Would it be alright if we had our date at my place? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but I can't really risk being seen out and about with a gorgeous woman," he explains, his features contorting, making it evident, that he is displeased with the unfortunate attention he gets for being an idol. If it was any other man you would be hesitant to have your first date at their place, but this is Taehyung. He is so polite and respectful, you believe that he couldn't hurt a fly, not willingly at least. So you agree and you make sure to assure him, that it's alright and that you understand.

The next day you're pacing around your apartment nervously, you're wearing jeans and a cute top, making you look put together, but still comfortable, a perfect outfit to lounge at someone's place. You're waiting for Taehyung to pick you up and you get a text from him five minutes before seven saying that he's arrived. You appreciate his punctuality and let him know you'll be out in a second. As soon as you leave your building you spot the fancy car with all the windows tinted, but the driver flashes the headlights, letting you know that it is indeed the person you were expecting. You step towards the passenger side and the door opens automatically and your eyes meet Taehyung's, who's smiling widely.

"Good to see you, pretty girl!" he greets you as soon as you step into the vehicle and the door shuts on its own when you get situated. Truly luxurious, you make a mental note.

"Good to see you too, Taehyung!"

"How are you on this fine evening?" he asks as he starts the car and drives away. You've been texting all day, he told you he had a looser schedule for once, only having to spend a few hours at the studio. He seems well-rested, his warm eyes focused on the road ahead. You notice the light music playing in the background, some soothing jazz coming from the speakers of the fancy vehicle. You appreciate how despite the car's probable insane performance, Taehyung never goes beyond the speed limit, unlike other men his age driving similar automobiles.

"I'm good, thank you for asking. Kinda nervous, not gonna lie, this insanely handsome guy is taking me on a date, you know?" you flirt, making Tae smile even wider.

"He must be a lucky bastard to be able to take a gorgeous woman like you out."

"Stop it!" you exclaim, burying your face into your hands as your cheeks heat up. Taehyung chuckles and glances at you while stuck at a stop light. He takes in your outfit and notes in his head how effortlessly elegant you look. Your eyes sparkled with excitement that was evidentiated by the night lights of Seoul, the pretty sparkles of the scenery around you reflecting in your irises. The boy couldn't keep his eyes off you, his train of thought interrupted solely by the irritated honking coming from the cars behind him as the lights turned green. You giggle at him, knowing exactly what caused him to stutter in his driving like that. He is glad that the interior of the car is dark, otherwise you may be able to see the rosiness of his cheek. Which you do notice, but you decide not to comment on it this time around.

The two of you soon arrive at his apartment building and you're not surprised to see the security guards, the tall gate, and the double checkpoint to the garage and the entrance. After parking his car, Taehyung is quick to get out of the vehicle and sprints to the other side, opening the door for you. A shy smile appears on your face, you knew he was a gentleman, however, you still get a bit flustered by the gesture. None of the people whom you've dated before did anything like this for you. He guides you to the elevator and you cannot help but think about how many women he did the same thing with before you. However, you quickly leave that thought behind as he smiles widely at you, his eyes glimmering like a sky full of stars. You take the opportunity to take his appearance in a little bit better. He is wearing black slacks, with chunky Prada loafers and a black Celine shirt, a black belt accentuating that slutty ass waist of his. God clearly has favorites and Kim Taehyung is among the top, you are sure of that.

You observe as he inputs the code for the elevator, which leads to the top floor of his penthouse. He gestures for you to leave the elevator before him, like the gentleman he is. Then he opens the door for you and you step into the dimly lit apartment. He takes your coat and gets you a pair of guest slippers.

"Welcome to my humble abode." he jokes, knowing that nothing is humble about his home. You chuckle, but take in your surroundings. The main source of light is his sunset lamp, which gives a warm hue to the place. Then you notice the tens of candles placed strategically around the open-concept living room and kitchen.

"They're battery-powered. I wouldn't leave the house with a thousand candles lit and a curious doggo who doesn't know better." he explains "Speaking of..."

You hear the pitter-patter of tiny paws on the floor and you soon spot the puppy in question. Yeontan sprints to Taehyung at first, clearly pleased that his owner is finally home again. Then he looks at you, barking two times before he approaches you. You lean down to pet his little head and Tannie licks your hand lovingly. Taehyung gestures toward the dining area, where the table is made for two people, two wine glasses in sight. It's at that moment that you take note of the amazing smell coming from the kitchen and you ask the boy curiously what the menu is. He explains how he made your favorite food and you're amazed because you don't remember ever mentioning it to him. He just smiles, saying that he had a lucky guess. He then proceeds to the wine fridge, taking out a bottle of 2012 Bordeaux natural orange wine and he goes into detail about how amazing it is. He pours you a glass first and one for him, then he gestures for you to click your glasses together. He then serves dinner and you are amazed by the first bite. Kim Taehyung is a man of many talents, cooking apparently one of them.

The dinner goes smoothly, the wine helps ease your nerves and the conversation between the two of you flows naturally. You talk about art, your travels, your job, and your studies, he's mesmerized by how many books you've read and the languages that you speak. He swears his fondness towards you only grows with every word that leaves your pretty lips and he can't stop thinking about how he wants to kiss you. So he asks for permission, again, like a gentleman, and you grant it for him. His lips connect with yours and a spark emerges as you share the softest kiss you've ever had with the boy who swept you off your feet in barely two weeks of knowing him. At that moment, the dominoes cascaded in a line. Everything suddenly made sense. Your past heartbreaks and hardships lead to that moment. Both of you knew that it was meant to be.

You then move to the couch, continuing your conversation, his arms are draped over the back of the comfy sofa lingering around your shoulders. Yeontan jumps up to your knees, gesturing that he wants to join the two of you and you oblige, lifting the puppy and placing him on the couch. He instantly sits down on your lap and makes himself comfortable.

"Unbelievable! You barely spent a few hours with Tan and he already prefers you over me." Taehyung puffs, but you can hear the amusement in his tone.

"He must think I'm cool because I've only been here for..." you look at the time on the screen of your phone "Jeez, it's been 7 hours already?!" you exclaim as you notice that it's well past 2 AM.

"Time flies when you're having fun," Tae notes cheekyly.

"I have to go home, I have work tomorrow morning."

Taehyung is clearly displeased by that. He could spend the whole night talking to you, but he understands. He gets up from the couch and leaves the room to make a phone call. You are hesitant to move considering that Yeontan is now asleep on your lap, but you stroke him awake. Upon realizing that his owner left, he jumped off the couch running around the apartment, looking for his dad. Tae emerges with the puppy following behind him.

"I called a driver for you, he's waiting downstairs. I can't really drive after half a bottle of wine, but I will accompany you," he explains, walking towards the entryway. You follow behind him and he helps you put on your jacket. "Oh, I nearly forgot."

He rushes back into his apartment and you wait for him patiently to reappear with a huge bouquet of camellias and pink peonies. You have no idea whether he knows the meaning behind those particular blossoms, but it makes your heartbeat race. You accept the concoction of flowers with a wide smile.

"Thank you, Tae! These are very pretty."

"I'm glad you like them. What kind of a man would I be if I didn't bring flowers to my last first date?"

You're left speechless by his remark. It's not that you don't understand what he's hinting at, but it is a truly bold statement to make after a first date. He doesn't expect an answer, but he believes it's true. You'll understand one day. He's a firm believer that strategy sets the scene for the tale. He is willing to do everything in his power to write the perfect love story. You just have to get on board.

He steps into his shoes silently, not putting them on properly. As you walk down the corridor, he puts his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer. You blush from the close proximity, but you welcome his touch nonetheless. He doesn't distance himself from you in the elevator either. Once you get to the car, he opens the door for you and then moves to sit on the other side of the backseat, close to you. His hand takes yours into his as he gently strokes it with his thumb. You swear your heart beats out of its rhythm from the soothing feeling and Tahyung sends a tired smile your way as you approach your home. Upon your arrival, he insists that he walk you up to your apartment, which you try to talk him out of, but he's inconvincible.

"Thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun!" you say as you reach the door of your apartment, turning towards Taehyung.

"When can I see you again?" he asks eagerly and you smile like a schoolgirl at the thought of sharing another evening like this with him.

"Whenever you're free, Mr. International Popstar." you joke and he scoffs.

"Luch tomorrow then?"

"You got yourself a date, sir!" Taehyung dramatically punches the air in victory, making you laugh at his silliness. "Text me when you get back home, alright?"

He nods and steps closer to you, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. His lips linger for a second, but then he looks at you and notices a frown on your face.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his eyes running all over your face, trying to find the source of your displeasure.

"I just thought I would get a proper good-night kiss, you know?"

Taehyung laughs, but he doesn't hesitate to kiss you on the lips, the same way he did in the dining room of his home. This kiss is a bit rushed, maybe more eager and passionate, but it seals the deal. The perfect ending for the perfect night, you both think.

You're already in bed when your phone buzzes and you smile at the text on the screen, sleep finding you in peace knowing that he got home safely.

Taehyung: just got home. Tannie (read: me) misses you already. Goodnight, pretty girl.

The following weeks go by pretty much the same way. You keep texting Tae, and the two of you meet up whenever he has some free time. He shows up at your workplace to have lunch with you, always bringing some snacks for you to munch on in the late hours of your shift. He always greets you with a peck on your lips, the first few times he asks for permission, which you grant him eagerly, but after a while the whole thing comes naturally. You don't mind it at all, you quite enjoy locking lips with him.

Today, however, he seems off. He's nervous, fidgeting with his hands, picking at the skin around his nails. You frown a little bit, over time you come to know all his nervous habits, so you take matters into your own hands by intertwining your fingers with his, which visibly calms him down. Until that point, he kept avoiding looking into your eyes, his gaze locked on the nose of his shoes, but as soon as your thumb starts rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles he turns towards you.

"What's wrong, Tae?" your voice is a near whisper as you try to avoid startling him further. You don't want to sound accusatory, you just want to figure out why he's acting so different around you suddenly.

"My bandmates keep asking me why I don't eat lunch with them anymore. Jungkook keeps teasing me about having a girlfriend so..." he takes a deep breath and starts looking for something in the backseat of his car "... I know this is a sloppy way to do this, but I really want to be able to tell my bandmates that I do indeed have a girlfriend." he finally finds the thing he was looking for - a plushie that eerily resembles Yeontan, wearing a tiny T-shirt with the word 'jagiya?' and a sticker-like cutout of Taehyung's pouty face printed on it. You can't help but laugh at the design that resembles something you put together in Comp-Sci class in middle school using Paint, the execution is horrendous at best. Tae is glad you're amused, that was his intention with the ridiculous choice of styling the plushie. However, he's also nervous, biting the inside of his cheek, waiting for your answer. You just lean in, kissing his lips passionately, which is enough for him to relax.

"I will take that as a yes," he whispers, his forehead resting against yours, a profound smile on his face.

"Well, of course, it is a yes! I've never heard of anyone asking someone out with a ridiculous plushie like that." you joke, taking the soft toy from him, and hugging it close to your chest. For some reason, it smells like Taehyung, which makes you love it even more.

"Do you want to hear something more ridiculous?" he asks playfully and you nod. He starts unbuttoning the Hawaiian print shirt he's wearing and your eyes widen.

"Woah, Tae, I know I'm your girlfriend now, but we shouldn't rush into things like this." you joke, but the boy just blushes.

"No no no!" he exclaims, trying to stop you from drawing the wrong conclusion "I just wanted to show you, I'm wearing the same shirt!"

He opens up the flannel, revealing the white tee underneath, a life-size version of the one the plushie is wearing. You can't help the laugh shaking your body, the print looks even more comical in a bigger size.

"You're something else, Kim Taehyung." you shake your head as you smile widely. He's so effortlessly corny and romantic it makes you swoon for him.

"Wow, the full government name, huh? Aren't you supposed to call me baby now or something?" he teases.

"You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?"

He nods eagerly, leaning in for another kiss. Your lips meet again, and your stomach fills with butterflies, knowing that you're going to be the only one he kisses for a while. Or at least you hope it's going to be for a while. The wholesome moment is interrupted however by a ringing sound coming from the car and you can see Namjoon's name across the dashboard as Taehyung's phone is connected to the vehicle.

"Duty calls," he states, you can see the disappointment in his eyes. You both knew your meetup would be cut short anyway, considering you only had 45 minutes for lunch, but that doesn't make it any less annoying.

You quickly peck his lips, already getting out of the car.

"See you later, babe!" you exclaim and you're sprinting towards the building of your office, knowing that otherwise you're gonna be late for a meeting. Taehyung's stomach does somersaults upon hearing you use such a word of endearment for him and he swears he doesn't want to hear that from anyone else ever again. As soon as he gets back to the dance studio he's teased to no avail by his bandmates. He forgot to change his shirt back, so he has to go through the remaining hours of practice wearing that ridiculous tee of his. However, he wears it with pride, knowing it had the effect he expected from it. You're his girlfriend now. That's all he has been wishing for ever since he met you.

Tae 🧸: just finished with our practice jagi 🩵: oh no babe, it's 2 am. you must be tired. Tae 🧸: exhausted Tae 🧸: can you please come over? I miss you. I will send a car for you. jagi 🩵: Tae, you should sleep and I don't know how much of that you're gonna get if I come over, sweetheart Tae 🧸: I promise we're gonna go straight to bed. I just want you here, jagi. I have a big day tomorrow and I could use some cuddles to help with my nerves. jagi 🩵: okay

Taehyung and the boys have been practicing non-stop for a big concert in Seoul. Above that, he's been busy with photoshoots, long studio sessions as they started working on their new album which gave you little to no time to see each other. He tried calling and video chatting with you every night when he got home, but tonight he didn't think that would be enough. He needed to hug you, inhale the sweet scent of your perfume and body wash, he needed to kiss you, feel you. He didn't care how overworked and downright drained he was, he couldn't spend another day without seeing you in person.

He was scrolling through his calendar, which was packed, his eyes heavy from exhaustion, trying hard not to fall asleep before you could get there. Soon, he heard the chime of his intercom, the receptionist of his building warning him about your arrival. Yeontan's ears perked like he understood what the announcement was about and the little puppy rushed to the door, looking up at the knob, waiting for it to turn. He soon started barking and Taehyung knew that meant you arrived. After three months of dating the boy gave you a key to his home so that you could keep Yeontan company on the days he was working late and the puppy was left alone for hours. You opened the door silently, not knowing if Tae was asleep already or not. In case he was, you didn't want to wake him up by being obnoxiously loud. Yeontan, however, was excited to see you, barking away at you, demanding you give him the attention he wanted.

"Tannie baby, you have to be quiet, ok? We don't want to disturb your dad, do we?" you whispered with a disciplinary tone. Taehyung smiled, slowly approaching you, to give you the biggest kiss possible. You heard the sound of feet dragging on the floor and you looked up to your very tired-looking boyfriend.

"Woah! Your hair looks really nice, babe," you exclaimed and Tae involuntarily ran his fingers to the permed mess on his head. Lately, he's been rocking his natural hair, which was dead straight, but they had it permed today, giving him nice waves that made him look ten times more attractive.

"Thank you, jagi," he says, his voice a sleepy grumble. His large hands snaked around your waist, pulling you closer into a tight hug as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo. Your hands instantly found their place in his hair, massaging his scalp, the way you knew he enjoyed it. "I missed you," he murmured, his soft lips finding their way to yours, inviting them into a slow, meaningful dance. Before he could deepen it, you pulled away slowly, knowing too well that if it was up to him, you would be engaging in activities other than sleeping, which would leave him even more exhausted than he already was. You took his hand in yours, leading him down the hallway to his bedroom, one you've spent countless nights in ever since you were officially a couple.

The two of you proceeded to go through your nightly routines together, Taehyung nearly falling asleep on his feet while he brushed his teeth.

"Come on, baby boy, you need rest." you urged him out of the bathroom, and that's when you observed the odd way he kept dragging his left foot behind him "Why are you limping?"

"It's nothing, I just put too much pressure on my left knee today and it's a bit swollen. Nothing to worry about tho."

"Tae..." you shook your head, completely dismissing his carelessness. You hated how he didn't take care of himself properly. "Are you going to wear shorts tomorrow during the concert?" you questioned.

"Uh, no. We had our fitting today, I'm gonna wear black slacks," he says, confused by the sudden question about his clothing.

"Wait for me on the bed, okay? I'll be there in a second."

He doesn't have time to respond, you're already out of the room and he hears you opening one of the kitchen drawers. He listens, however, and sits down on his side of the bed, his back against the headboard. He picks Tannie up, and the puppy takes his rightful place on his lap. You emerge a few minutes later with an unfamiliar box in your hands and a pair of scissors. You sit down in front of Taehyung and Yeontan approaches you, smelling the items you're holding in your hands. You silently touch Taehyung's left ankle, straightening out his leg. You inspect his knee carefully, noticing how it is quite swollen, just as he mentioned earlier. You take out a tube of soothing gel from the pocket of your hoodie, which belongs to the boy watching your every move. You put a decent amount of the ointment on your fingers and you slowly massage it into the swollen area. After that, you open the box you were holding earlier, taking out a roll of black Kinesio tape. You measure the tape to his knee, cutting a piece that you deem adequate for him. Then you manage to round the corners and give it the right shape. You then place it around his knee expertly, Tae's eyes never leaving you. He's infatuated by the delicate movement of your fingers, you take care of him so gently that it reminds him of his mother. No one besides her treated him so carefully before and it makes Taehyung realize how irreversibly in love he is with you.

"I didn't know you could use kinesio tape," he mutters lowly, his eyes barely open.

"I had problems with my knee ever since I was in middle school, one of the trainers I had taught me how to do it," you explain as you get up to put away everything you used and climb back into bed to finally go to sleep.

"Thank you, jagi. I don't know what I did to deserve your care and affection."

"I could say the same thing about you too, sweetheart." you say, your voice soft and full of adoration "Another reason why we were meant to be. You bring out the best in me, Tae, and I hope that I can do the same for you."

He nods, his heart panging with guilt. You say things like that a lot. How the two of you were meant to be, brought together by a higher power neither of you could understand. However, Taehyung knows it is not true. It was all his design. Cause he's a mastermind.

He feels the need to confess right then and there. He wants the truth to be out. He can't carry this burden with him anymore. But he's scared of your reaction. That you're gonna leave him for lying to you all this time. So he stays silent and goes to sleep with you in his arms, because that's where you belonged, regardless of how you ended up there.

The next morning, Taehyung wakes up earlier than planned to surprise you with a nice breakfast. He gets out of bed slowly, careful not to wake you up. However, you turn in your sleep, to cuddle his pillow. He recalls all the times he found you in that exact position on his bed as you fell asleep waiting for him to get home on nights you agreed to spend together. He smiles widely, glad he was scheming like a criminal to make you his. You were the wind in his free-flowing sail and the liquor in his cocktails. The first night he saw you he knew he wanted you. Here he was now, making you breakfast as you slept peacefully in his bed. Everything fell into place, just like he wanted it. You were the love he was dreaming about his entire life. The least he could do was cherish you like the queen you were. He's so deep in his thoughts he doesn't hear the shuffle of your sock-clad feet as you approach him, hugging his torso from the back. He jumps slightly, but his shoulders relax instantly as he turns around to kiss you good morning.

"Did you sleep well, pretty girl?" he questions, putting a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You nod with a wide grin on your face, running your hand through his unruly bangs. He buries his forehead in your palm, enjoying the coddling you give him.

"I woke up to an empty bed tho, that was not nice of you, you know?"

"I'm sorry, jagi, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed," he explains, going back to prepare the exquisite food you were going to share in a few minutes.

"You shouldn't have, Tae-bear. You should have slept a bit more, you'll need all that energy tonight as you play a sold-out show for your ARMY."

"Speaking of, you're coming too, right?"

"Yes, I'll be there."

"I can't wait for you to see it, jagi. And the boys are dying to finally meet you in person." he jabbered excitedly, the joy evident in his tone. He's so cute, you think, everything about him is charming and genuine. In the few months you knew him, you respected how he never changed. Despite his exhaustion, and his hardships he stayed just as enthusiastic and energetic about what he does. He and the boys worked hard to deliver the best show that night. As you observed him as he performed you understood why he was considered the idol of idols. He moved so effortlessly, singing his heart out, and having fun with his brothers. His boxy grin never left his face, he truly was in his element when he performed. You understood everyone's infatuation with him. It was so easy to fall in love with Kim Taehyung, even from a distance. Without knowing who he truly was. You couldn't blame yourself anymore for falling for him.

Meeting his bandmates after the concert leaves you a nervous wreck. However, the six members you haven't met yet greet you like an old friend as you walk backstage with Yeontan in your arms. They all hug you tightly, poking fun at Taehyung for keeping you hidden from them for a couple of months. Tae takes Yeontan from you as he observes how you get along with his brothers. He knew you were going to fit right in, your bubbly personality showing as you laugh at their stories and go along with their craziness. He decides at that moment that he has to come clean. No more secrets, he has to lay everything out for you, so that you can live your life together for a very long time.

"We need to talk," he says as soon as you arrive back at his apartment and your stomach sinks. He seems serious and you can't help but panic, instantly thinking of the worst. He surely was not breaking up with you right after you met his bandmates? Did you say something wrong? Did the whole thing not go as well as you thought it did?

"Are you breaking up with me?" you ask, your voice weak as you try to swallow the lump that you formed in your throat.

"What?!" he panics too "Hell no. But you might after I tell you what I want to," he says shyly.

"Go on." you say as you take a seat on the couch. He follows your lead, sitting close to you, Yeontan sitting in the middle, curiously moving his head between you. Taehyung takes a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly.

"What if I told you none of it was accidental and the first night that I saw you nothing was gonna stop me?" he begins "You and I ended up in the same room at the same time. I saw you meeting with Nari after her shift one night in front of the HYBE building. I felt drawn towards you even after seeing you for a few minutes. The next day I went to her, begging her to let the two of us meet. It was because of me that she dragged you to that party at that club. I knew you were going to be there that night. I searched the whole place for you and walked up to the bar with the sole intention of talking to you. She invited you for lunch the day you met Yeontan, because I asked her to, I wanted to see you so bad and I didn't know how to bring it up. I let Tannie free in the cafeteria so that I could watch him interact with you to make sure that he would like you. I got Nari a picture with all the guys' signatures so she could tell me what your favorite food was for our first date. I searched the internet for the meaning of different kinds and colors of flowers. Jagi, you always talk a great deal about how your and my meeting was destined to happen. That we are meant to be with each other, a higher power leading us to meet. This is the first time I felt the need to confess, everything happened because I was scheming. I laid the groundwork and then just like clockwork the dominoes cascaded in a line, and now you're mine. I was so drawn to you, that I knew I needed to do everything in my power to make you my girlfriend. In the end, it was all worth it because I'm irreversibly in love with you, Y/n."

He couldn't look you in the eyes during his monologue, but as the last sentence leaves his pretty lips, his eyes find yours and he's surprised to see a wide grin on your face. You knew the entire time. You knew he was a mastermind.

"Baby, I knew that the whole time." you laugh and Taehyung seems genuinely confused. "I knew something was fishy when Nari tried to drag me to a HYBE party, one she refused to go to adamantly before. When we were having lunch, I saw you as you let go of Yeontan. I knew you were behind everything, however, that doesn't mean that we're not meant to be with each other, silly. It doesn't mean that we weren't destined to meet by a higher power. I'm in love with you too, Kim Taehyung. Nothing can change that, sweetheart. You're stuck with me."

All you did was smile, because Kim Taehyung is a mastermind. And now you're his.

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mastermind | cs55

"what if I told you none of it was accidental?"

summary: it all started when she saw him across the room and she knew right away she wouldn't give up until he was hers

warning: overall fluff, lying reader (with the dumbest but funniest plan too lol), daddy issues, slut-shaming, mentions of alcohol, swearing, suggestive language, the beginning of the story takes place in 2021 when Carlos joined Ferrari (so it's all flashback for much of the story, including the 2021 Monaco GP)

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

word count: 3.8k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

spanish words used: corazón = heart; bebé = baby; ay Dios mío = oh my God; mi amor = my love; te quiero mucho = I love you so much

so I guess this week's theme is Scuderia Ferrari! haha, I hope all of you enjoy this one as always! I can't believe we are already on the 6TH STORY of the midnights series! thank you for all the love you have been giving me in the past weeks since I started, it means the world to me

masterlist

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates

And all the stars aligned

You and I ended up in the same room

At the same time

Once upon a time, in the beautiful city of Milan, dozens of people gathered at a gala dinner to celebrate the anniversary of the iconic racing team that was Scuderia Ferrari.

Like everything associated with the luxury Italian car manufacturer, the dinner was going to be a monumental and remarkable celebration. The red team never did anything less than big, so clearly, no costs had been spared to make the party the best it could be.

It had vintage cars on display, red carpets throughout the corridors, and walls covered in gold frames with images of the team's history over the decades. The ostentation was notable, from the table decorations in the characteristic Ferrari colours to the incredible reception and service of all employees of the gala.

Y/N couldn't believe all the beauty her eyes saw. The young woman almost felt dizzy trying to capture all the details that surrounded her.

Being the daughter of a very busy businessman, it wasn't the first time that the girl ended up having to represent him in business commitments due to his inability to attend. However, as someone who only played a small role in the company's finances, she still felt lost and out of place, especially at a dinner party the size of this one.

The weight on her shoulders of representing her father, one of the team's biggest investors and sponsors, was something that still scared her, no matter how many times she did it.

Y / N walked elegantly across the room, with the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor following her until she reached her table. Her name written on a glass plate indicated where she should sit and she did so, adjusting her long black silk dress so that it wouldn't get crumpled on the chair.

As time progressed, her table was filled with old and arrogant businessmen, more interested in talking about money and showing off their luxury. Y/N made small talk occasionally, but she obviously felt like an outsider.

My father would fit perfectly in here, she couldn't help but think. Critical of her as always, even without being in Italy, he managed to complain about her look for the evening, criticizing her choice of dress for not being red or yellow like the symbol of the Prancing Horse. 

The young woman ended up giving in partially, painting her lips with a red lipstick that she had forgotten in her suitcase, seeking his approval, just like she had done all her life.

Her eyes roamed along the room in search of entertainment, so bored that watching others would be a far more interesting escape than listening to the men talk.

And that's when she saw him, in the same room, at the same time.

In all his splendour, Carlos Sainz, the promising Spanish driver who had just joined Scuderia Ferrari, immediately captured her attention. He was sitting at the bar, in a black suit that fit his muscular frame perfectly, fiddling with his phone, probably just as pleased to be there as she was.

All the stars aligned to bring them there at that moment, and Y/N was determined to take advantage of the chance of a lifetime given to her.

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

Of a chain reaction of countermoves

To assess the equation of you

Checkmate, I couldn't lose

She sat there for a few minutes while she listed several potential ways to approach the driver.

Could she be straightforward and sit next to him at the bar and try to strike up a conversation? No, that wasn't a good idea. He wouldn't want some random girl bothering him at his first Ferrari show. 

What if she waited for him to look her way and smile at him, or wave at him, something like that? Okay, that was ridiculous. If Carlos didn't look at her all night, Y/N was going to stay there forever staring at him like a stalker, only to go home disappointed.

The young woman needed an excuse to talk to him, something that would allow her to build a master plan that could not fail.

She couldn't lose. She couldn't let this chance pass.

Nothing was going to stop her.

He had to be hers.

And then it hit her, her 'a-ha!' moment. With a completely out-of-the-box idea, the girl got up from her chair, apologised to the people at the table for leaving, and confidently started her mission.

Carlos was sitting at the bar all alone, holding a whiskey in one hand while the other was scrolling through his Instagram feed, until out of nowhere he felt the touch of a small, soft hand on his big, rough one, catching him off guard.

"Sorry about that, but there's this weird guy who keeps bugging me. When I saw you alone, I told him my boyfriend was waiting for me as an excuse for him to leave me alone, I'm sorry." Y/N lied through her teeth and let out a nervous giggle as soon as she saw the Spaniard's shocked face.

Carlos couldn't help but notice the girl's charming figure and the way the dress fit her amazing body in all the right places, still in shock mode not knowing what to say.

Y/N noticed and released a smile. Her plan was kicking off and starting in full force. "I hope you don't have a girlfriend who is going to show up at any moment and pull my hair out for hitting on her man?" She said, laughing more confidently now.

"Don't worry. There is no girlfriend." He smiled at him, allowing their eyes to meet for the first time and squeezing her hand more securely. "So who's the creepy guy?"

"Oh." Oh fuck. Y/N did not expect this question at all. Panicking already about her lie being revealed, the woman impulsively looked over her shoulder and pointed at a random skinny man who had his back to them. "That guy over there, but I think I've already lost him."

Carlos looked in the direction she pointed and a discreet smirk formed on his face. He looked back at the girl and without releasing her hand from his hold, he spoke. "So, what's your name, corazón?"

What if I told you none of it was accidental?

And the first night that you saw me

Nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the groundwork, and then

Just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

Though the beginning of the couple's story had been anything but accidental, for the rest of that night, they were all about each other. Attached at the hip, they eventually moved to the driver's table, cocktails in their hands, and just talked for hours on end about everything and anything: from how nervous he was about joining a racing team with a history like Ferrari's, to why she was at that gala, even if she didn't look like one of the normal guests at these celebrations.

The fiery chemistry between them was noticeable to anyone who laid eyes on them, and with him being the hot new addition to the team, countless people were curious about the pair.

The two felt like children again, so much was the joyful enthusiasm that grew inside them. They didn't know if it was something physical or psychological that was happening to them but one thing they both believed: it was something magical.

But love at first sight has these foolish things: for those lucky enough to experience it, it only happens once in a lifetime and it's something that stays with them until the end of time.

After a while, Carlos excused himself to go to the bathroom and Y/N knew it was time to get the second phase of her master plan in order.

When the driver came back, the woman was nowhere to be seen. It was almost as if she were a mirage, a figment of his imagination that simply vanished into thin air.

He looked for her, looking all around the splendorous dining room, but there was no sign of her. What do you mean she left him alone after all the chemistry that was created between the two throughout that night?

It was as he turned back to the table that Carlos noticed the red napkin folded over his plate. Carefully, he picked it up and unfolded it, finding a phone number and the girl's name written in black ink, along with a clumsy heart at the bottom of the note.

If she had planned to have him completely fascinated by her and wanting to see her again more than anything else, she had succeeded.

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

And now you're mine

It was all by dеsign

'Cause I'm a mastermind

The very next day Carlos gained the courage to text her and make his move since the pawns were now on his side.

From: Unknown

I have a paddock pass with your name on it as my guest waiting for you. Monaco, next Sunday. Hope to see you there, bebé - CS

Her heartbeat immediately sped up as she read that message. However, there was no time to waste.

The show must go on. She had a man to win. Putting her brave face back on, the young woman took a deep breath and decided to send a text playing hard to get, trying to entertain the curiosity he had in getting to know her better.

To: Carlos Sainz

I guess you'll have to wait and see if I show up...

You see, all the wisеst women

Had to do it this way

'Cause we were born to be the pawn

In every lover's game

Sunday morning came in the blink of an eye.

Y/N woke up with the sunlight hitting the window of her hotel room. She got up right away, put on a robe and went to the entrance to the balcony to observe the breathtaking view of Monte Carlo.

The girl could barely contain the butterflies of anticipation that she had in her stomach, anxious to see again the Spaniard who controlled all her thoughts since the gala where they met.

During the days until the race weekend arrived, the couple exchanged messages all the time. Not only did it allow them to get to know each other better, but it also took their relationship to a new level, with the two of them now openly flirting, not afraid to reveal their mutual interest in each other.

Y/N went to her wardrobe and carefully chose her outfit for the day, selecting a simple white jumpsuit and silver open heels. 

She knew that her presence would be noticed, thanks to the importance of her last name, something that worried her a lot. Not because of Carlos, but because of what her father would say.

The businessman had heard from some of his associates about his daughter's interaction with the driver during the Italian team's anniversary, which led to a huge argument between them. Y/N's father expressed his disappointment in (what he thought was) his daughter's lack of professionalism, going so far as to accuse her of being a disgrace to the family name for acting like a 'slut'.

Nothing out of the ordinary for him. The young woman could no longer take the things he said to heart, with so many criticisms and low expectations her dad had of her.

She wasn't going to stop living because of him, especially when it put at risk her relationship with a man as spectacular as Carlos.

Going against her father's orders, Y/N got on their private plane and flew towards Monaco without giving him any explanation of where she was going.

After she finished getting ready, the woman looked at her reflection in the mirror and one of Carlos' many texts echoed in her thoughts: your red lipstick drove me completely crazy to kiss you in Milan. And with that came the next step in her master plan. She took the same lipstick and applied it over her lips. 

Carlos wouldn't be able to resist.

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

Strategy sets the scene for the tale

I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails

And the liquor in our cocktails

Y/N got into her rented black Ferrari parked outside the hotel and drove the short distance to the circuit. Did she need to have such an ostentatious car with her? No, she didn't. But why not take advantage of her connections with the team to entice the man who was waiting for her?

Arriving at the parking lot, the engine of her car caught the attention of the people who were there. Photographers began to direct their cameras in her direction, flashes going off, waiting to know who was behind the smoked windows driving.

As soon as she got out of the vehicle, she could hear whispers: who was she, where was her father, was she a guest of Scuderia Ferrari, did she have an affair with one of the drivers.

Putting on her sunglasses to protect herself from the sun as well as the flashes, Y/N lifted her head and started to walk confidently towards the entrance where she knew her pass had been left by Sainz and was waiting for her.

On the other side of the paddock, Carlos became aware of the commotion that was settling in at the entrance, wondering which celebrity had arrived this time. Although he was still hopeful, the driver didn't know yet if his dream girl was going to show up.

Seconds later, his colleague Charles approached him and the two sat on two piles of tires, talking about the race that was going to start in half an hour until Monaco's home hero interrupted the conversation.

"Mate, isn't that your girl?" Leclerc, now in on the subject after Carlos told him everything about that night, asked when he saw a figure in white approach their motorhome, with a sea of photographers following close behind her.

"Ay Dios mío, she came." Carlos spoke aloud, blurting out his thoughts as his brain seemed to shut down with the image of her.

Y/N was now mere steps away from the boy and looked directly into his eyes, giving him a sly smile, almost like a scheming criminal plotting something.

With his eyes still locked on her, as if she were the only person in the world at that moment, Carlos watched as she walked right past him into the motorhome, not saying a word to him.

Just a gentle touch on his hand, like she did at the bar on that memorable night.

"Good luck with her, mate." Charles' laughter echoed in the Spaniard's ears as the Monegasque left, leaving Sainz standing there, speechless, all alone.

Carlos woke up from his trance when he felt the flashes on him. The photographers. They sure took pictures of their little moment there.

Oh, she was trouble.

What if I told you none of it was accidental?

And the first night that you saw me

I knew I wanted your body

I laid the groundwork, and then

Just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

The man followed her path and entered Ferrari's home, immediately seeing her alone, leaning against one of the walls and concentrating on her phone.

Quickly, the driver reached near her and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him into his driver's room.

On the other hand, the girl hadn't even realized what was happening to her when her back made contact with a wall inside a small room and she heard the door close in a hurry.

The image in front of her left her feeling equally shy and wanting more. Carlos placed both hands on the wall next to her head, making it impossible for her to break free from his hold.

"You're playing with fire, corazón." Carlos moved dangerously close to her, allowing her to feel his warm breath on her neck. "Coming in here teasing me like that."

"Me? Teasing? Never." Y/N replied, running her hand over the fireproof garment that covered the man's toned chest. 

"You're lucky I spent all this time waiting for you to come." He lifted his head, making eye contact with the girl. "You make me lose all control, bebé, I swear. Since the first night I saw you, I've wanted your body."

One of the driver's hands left the wall and he brought it to the young woman's cheek, letting his thumb run gently across her lower lip.

"That red lipstick again." Sainz reduced the distance between them even further, letting his own mouth graze over hers. "You're doing it on purpose."

"What if I am?" She spoke, giving him a look that was a perfect mixture of innocent and provocative.

Carlos glanced at the watch on his wrist for just a second, turning his attention back to her right away. "Then I guess I still have time to show you what happens when I lose control."

Although he ended up in second place in that race, almost reaching the top of the podium, Carlos left Monaco feeling like a winner after that half hour between those four walls.

Nothing would ever make him feel on top of the world like her on top of him.

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

And now you're mine

It was all my design

'Cause I'm a mastermind

More than a year and a half later, and with the 2022 Formula 1 season now over, Y/N and Carlos were still together and happier than ever.

They overtook everything that came their way, only to get back stronger.

Her father obviously hadn't taken their relationship well from the start, leading the girl to quit the company and cut off contact with him for months on end. only now trying to make amends. Only now, more than a year later, the two were trying to make amends and reconnect, since the businessman contacted her to apologize for everything he had put her through during her life.

The media was also a difficult step to overcome. For a long time, they insisted on invading their privacy due to the business connections between both sides. It was tricky to strike a balance between not being a secret and keeping their relationship to themselves at the same time. But eventually, the two of them managed to get there with the experience that time brought.

Now, the couple was lying in their bed, in the house they had recently bought together in Milan, a city so special to them and that symbolized the beginning of their story.

Being there, in silence, holding each other, with the room lit only by the light coming from the fireplace. That meant the world to them. Those were the kind of moments they cherished the most, especially in such a relationship that required a lot of work with how much he travelled during most of the year.

The young woman was lost in the memories of the past, daydreaming about the beginning of their history, when Carlos intertwined their fingers and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

He was hers.

Just like she designed it like the mastermind she was.

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid

So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

To make them love me and make it seem effortless

This is the first time I've felt the need to confess

And I swear

I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian

'Cause I care

Perhaps moved by her trip down memory lane, for the first time in their relationship, Y/N felt the sudden need to confess.

Her palms got sweaty as soon as she started to think of all the scenarios that could result from her confession. What if he didn't want her anymore? Would it be worth it to risk an argument over a detail about the day they met?

"Mi amor, what's wrong?" Carlos asked as he felt the heat and sweat between their clasped hands, sitting down on the bed with his body lightly over hers.

"What if I told you none of this was accidental?" She asked nervously, earning back a laugh from her boyfriend's mouth.

"Sorry bebé, but you've lost me now." He confessed.

"The first night that you saw me. I planned the whole thing. There wasn't a creepy guy trying to hit on me. I lied to get you to talk to me." Wasting no time, Y/N let the words out of her mouth before the courage to speak again disappeared.

So I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me

Nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the groundwork, and then

Saw a wide smirk on your face

You knew the entire time

Y/N put both hands over her face to hide and avoid seeing the driver's reaction to her admission.

Carlos, on the other hand, could only chuckle as he brought his hands to his partner's wrists in order to expose her face again.

The young woman opened her eyes slowly in fear, only to be faced with a wide smirk on his face as he looked at her as if she had told the greatest joke in the world.

"I'm being serious, babe. I swear it's the truth." She stressed, remaining with her back flat on the mattress and with her boyfriend's body now fully against hers.

"Ay mi corazón, te quiero mucho." Carlos let out a loud laugh and held her face, placing a quick kiss on her lips to calm her down. "I knew the entire time."

"What?" She asked in shock, sitting on the bed and forcing the boy to sit with her.

"You know the random man you said was the perv?" Y/N nodded in response to Sainz's question. "It was my cousin Carlos. He had been with me all night until I went to the bar to get a drink."

Oh. My. God.

Y/N was never going to show up at the next Sainz family gathering.

You knew that I'm a mastermind

And now you're mine

Yeah, all you did was smile

'Cause I'm a mastermind

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[tachimichishrine]

i’ve found someone who writes for tachi?? omg?? you’re writing is so amazing i love it! can i req an x reader where she’s like chuuya’s subordinate in the pm so she’s higher ranking than tachihara but takes an interest in him bc, hello?? who wouldn’t? so she starts to play specific moves that draw them closer together (ngl im thinking mastermind by taylor swift if yk the song) and when they’re finally dating he confesses that he knew what she was doing the whole time? aka intelligent slightly manipulative reader thinking she’s being slick abt it. thank youu!

<welcome to the corner of tumblr where we worship tachi and have no shame about it !!!!!!!!!!! OH FUCK YEAH I love this ask I love the idea and I love you, i've never heard that song before but woah it got my brain juices flowing, sorry it took centuries but here you go luv ♡>

"mastermind"

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tachihara michizou x fem! chuuya's subordinate! reader

warnings: mention of drugs/alcohol and drink spiking (dont try this at home kids) ; a little bit of gore/torture but it's one sentence ; for some reason there are some elements of kind of sort of yandere!reader that just manifested themselves grgrgr but barely i promiseee ; fluff + plot ; cursing n intended lowercase

it was the middle of the night, and your phone wouldn't stop ringing. you tried snoozing it, turning it on silent but it would keep vibrating on the night table aggressively. against your better judgement, you picked it up and took a look at the caller id.

"boss man 🤏🧍"

well, you couldn't ignore that.

"what the fuck do you want you short little shit, it's 2 in the fucking morning," you grumbled, then cleared your throat before actually pressing the green icon to pick up the line. "hello, boss. is there anything I can-"

"cut the bull, where the hell are you?"

"um, at home? sleeping?" you raised a brow that he couldn't see. "am I supposed to be somewhere?"

"you- forget about it. just get here, now."

now, he was really getting on your nerves. "get where? I can't read your mind, boss, what-"

he hung up.

you didn't have a problem with chuuya in general; he was a decent guy, sometimes. you got assigned to work under him in the fallout of his partner, the famed demon prodigy, disappearing. of course, he didn't want anything to do with you at first, and you would've felt the same if mori wasn't breathing down your neck to keep on it. so, you kept showing up on his missions a few minutes before he arrived, the information already extracted or people already beat to a pulp.

he still wouldn't budge, so you had enough of working so hard just to be his subordinate and exploded at him one day. he could barely get a word in as you yelled loudly and ranted about his inability to accept help. while he was speechless in the aftermath, you just sighed tiredly, handed him your phone number and said that you weren't going away anytime soon and you'd appreciate it if he would just let you work for him already. time passed and eventually you got his trust.

what you didn't get, however, was an explanation for why you were rushing to slide into clothing fit for the outside world and making your way to the port mafia headquarters. it was the only place he could mean, so you ran over there with guns strapped to your thighs and safety off. you had to plan for whatever the hell might've been going on, but all you saw was a nearly empty lobby.

you cursed under your breath, irritated that you busted your ass for no reason. from the corner of your eye, you found a familiar face and approached him.

"hirotsu," you walked over with a pissed expression, "do you know where chuuya is?"

"oh, chuuya isn't here. he told me he'd be sending someone to deal with it," he said following a polite nod of the head. "he needed the black lizard to perform a mission, but he's unavailable tonight. so, he said that he'd send you."

"he's unavailable?" your eyes nearly bulged straight out of your skull, but you caught the slight squint in his face. "oh. he's drunk out of his mind, isn't he?"

hirotsu nodded solemnly. "I'm afraid so. mori only gave him this assignment tonight, and he was already intoxicated when he got the call. I was with him when it happened, so I suggested he call you."

"oh, he so owes me one after tonight," you chuckled, less angry now that you realized he was probably just collapsed on his couch at home and will have the worst hangover the next morning, which you could easily mock him for. well, at least that brightened your mood a little, aside from seeing the black lizard in action. you'd heard of them, ordered massacres through hirotsu but never been there to witness it. that would definitely be fun. "sooo, what exactly do I need to do? just be there or something? yell out 'fire!' like some kind of medieval war commander? 'cause I've always wanted to do that."

the old man was slightly amused by all of your excitement regarding the concept. he said that he just needed someone to be there in case, and you were technically of a higher ranking than he was. you told him that he was such a stickler for hierarchy; he retorted that you sounded like some guy he worked with named tachihara. who that was, you hadn't a clue, but you were assured he'd be there alongside another leader of the battalion.

the rest was a lot less interesting than you thought it would be. you strolled into an abandoned warehouse where the enemy was based with a small army behind you, and you stood there while they lined themselves at your side and waited for your word. you went against your inner child and ordered them to fire in a normal voice rather than a stupidly dramatic one, then you just watched the bodies fall. you glanced at the side to see hirotsu, who was intently scanning his surroundings to make sure there were no tricks. by his side, you saw a masked person and another man who was half-asleep, leaning against the wall.

you fell hard to the sound of gunshots.

maybe it was the way his entire body leaned onto the worn concrete, the way his foot was flattened against the wall and his hips slumped lopsidedly, the way his v-neck plunged down his chest from under his coat, the way his jaw sat tight and clenched despite his slender neck bending backwards to rest the weight of his head behind him. you pulled your gaze off of him since you were afraid of staring, but everyone was already dead and hirotsu was commanding the nameless suits back to hq. the man opened one eye - fuck, they were a glossy amber, some of the prettiest you'd ever seen - and scoffed while he followed them out. he walked like a textbook delinquent, hands in his pockets with awful posture, and you just watched him.

shit, what just happened? you exchanged some brief words with hirotsu as he thanked you for showing up, but all went over your head. you blurted out the question before you could think twice.

"which one of them was tachihara? out of the two who came with us. since, y'know, you were mentioning him earlier..." since, y'know, you couldn't get the picture of your mystery man out of your head and you needed to know his name.

following the affirmation that it was indeed the man with the bandage on his face, you at least had a name as you flopped back into bed at 5 in the morning. you didn't sleep, and you sure as hell couldn't get your heart to stop beating so fast.

something had unhinged inside of you, and all you knew was that you were going to have him.

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"boss, what'd'ya want me to do to 'em?" you yawned, half-asleep as you sat next to the hungover mafioso who was holding some kind of mystery drink in his hand while the other shielded his eyes from the light of day. you came over to his apartment - something which you knew he hated but was in no position to protest right now - and were simultaneously nursing him back to health and being a pain in his ass. "if word gets out that we annihilated the organization but two of their executives are still alive, our rep would take a hit."

"can you shut the fuck up," he groaned, body slumping further onto his fancy kitchen counter while you continued to laugh internally at him and his slightly pathetic situation.

"look, boss, I'll tell you what," you leaned down to his crouched over height and placed a cautious hand on his shoulder, "I'll take care of it. the whole thing. I just need your permission to grab the black lizard if I need 'em for support, but I can make sure it all goes away. and you can just sit today out and spend all day in bed if that's what you want. how does that sound, boss?"

he grumbled and passed out again; you took that as a yes.

you smiled to yourself as you picked up the unconscious body bridal-style, walked over to his bedroom and set him down. he complained loudly in undefined slurring, but you just shushed him and tucked him in under the covers. he was still trying to argue with you when you removed his hat, placed it at his bedside and then gently kissed his forehead and wished him a good nap. it was a little ironic just how much your boss felt like an uncontrollable younger sibling, but you would never say it to his face as you enjoyed the use of your unfractured limbs.

you tiptoed your way out of the apartment and the building, despite being fairly certain that not even an earthquake could disturb his slumber, with parts and pieces of your plan coming together. what you said was true, you did need to take care of those surviving executives. but you didn't really need the black lizard.

you only needed him.

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tachihara heard a gentle cocking of the gun as you glanced in his direction, waiting confirmation that he was indeed ready to storm the facility. you had managed to track down the runaways and corner them in their hideout, and decided you'd call for "backup"; you asked hirotsu for someone who was good with guns and mid-range fighting, since you knew that if you didn't specify, you might end up with the other commander of the black lizard. you didn't like leaving things to chance.

you tilted your head to the side, giving the signal for him to go ahead and sneak down the next hallway. he was eerily good on his feet, light steps as if he were made to be a spy. you did a lot of infiltration work on chuuya's behalf (his face - rather, his short frame - were too easily recognizable on the streets), and every second got you thinking of ways to subtly suggest to him that he provide backup once more on any one of your numerous infiltration missions.

for his part, tachihara didn't seem to be noticing all the coincidences lately. he didn't appear particularly deft or clueless, just indifferent as if he truly couldn't care less. instead of a faint pang in the backrooms of your heart, you felt a sense of challenge, like it was your mission to get him to fall for you because the good things in life are worth fighting for. besides, where's the fun in it if he wasn't playing hard to get?

the mission went by in a blur. you mimicked his mannerisms, ensuring that your movements were perfectly synced with his so that your gunshots felt more like a dance, synchronized bullet ballet. when all was done and the bodies were dropped, you shot him a faint smile.

he raised a brow, perplexed at your joy among the sea of blood, but you began clutching at your chest like he'd shot you with his glare and he chuckled a little bit. you could've sworn you fell in love with him all over again.

"say, I was wondering..." you thought out loud as you crouched down to the body of the target, pulling out a knife from your calf, "are you new? in the port mafia, I mean. I've been here ages and I don't think I would've forgotten someone who shoots like you do."

leaning on the wall while he watched you carve out their skin, peeling off a specific section that had their organization's signature tattoo, tachihara scoffed. "what's it to you?"

"just makin' small talk, don't get your panties in a twist sweetheart," you snickered, albeit screaming a little internally; you didn't expect him to be so resistant. you bagged the proof you needed to show your boss that you got the job done, then rose back to your feet. "alright, we're done here. thanks for the backup."

"wasn't like it was my choice," he rolled his eyes, although you didn't sense any true irritation in his voice. good, this is good, you can work with that.

"wasn't your choice, huh?" you repeated to yourself out loud. "how 'bout this, then: I'm gonna go grab a drink, so it'd be your choice if ya wanted to tag along, no?"

he murmured something about being busy and you tried not to let him see you frown as you walked out.

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this was your fifth "coincidence".

coincidentally, tachihara ended up needing to hand-deliver a message to chuuya, but you coincidentally bumped into him and promised to pass it on. he looked at you a bit suspiciously, but didn't say anything.

coincidentally, you were out drinking with hirotsu on the same day he was going to join the old man. you wouldn't go so far as to say that you played a part in the veteran's sudden diarrhea that left you two alone, but then again it was quite odd that you slipped some sort of substance in his drink right before. not that anyone saw, of course.

coincidentally, weeks of coincidences paid off. every time you'd run into him, need the black lizard or the other way around, he was starting to loosen up. you had a number of inside jokes and he spoke a little more on missions.

this time, you had to go negotiate with a foreign organization from which you imported an important number of your firearms. chuuya was available to go, but you pleaded with him to let you do this on your own, making up some lie about how sending an underling instead of an executive would show them that they are not the ones in control. he seemed skeptical but let you go.

soon afterwards, you whipped out your phone to dial his number.

"it's so unfair!" you complained to tachihara, groaning loudly as you combed through your closet for the right outfit for the occasion. "like I get it, he's busy and all, but dumping a mission on me last minute? sheesh, that's a cheap move, especially from chuuya. I've got 2 hours to figure out what the fuck I'm going to say to these people."

you left the phone on speaker while you pressed dresses against your figure, glancing in the mirror to see if it was the right one. "and it's a big organization, too! I have no idea what I'm going to do if things go south except get my brains blown out."

lies. if things went south, you would easily be able to make your way out unscathed. you were the right hand woman to a port mafia executive, not a scared little girl, but he didn't need to know that right now.

"would'ya like me to tag along? if they see one person, it might look like you were sent as a sacrifice, but if we're two, they'll know we mean business," he offered, as planned. you pumped your fists in the air and contained a squeal.

"hm? oh, you don't need to do that, tachi," you said softly, sliding out of your clothes and into your form-fitting outfit, making sure to check out your ass and reaffirm that you looked stunning. "wait! I'm just kidding," you giggled playfully, "it would mean a lot if you did. thanks."

he chuckled the faintest amount, and you made plans for when and where to meet. you told him that it was a high-end restaurant, so he'd need to wear something fancy enough to blend in, but of course the high-end restaurant was your idea. you'd planned it all in advance, setting up a corner in the back of a place that the mafia had under their thumb and inviting the organization there.

a date, it was a date, and it didn't matter if he didn't know it.

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"you look stunning, dear." he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, looking up with soft eyes you'd never have expected. he pulled out a seat for you and called the waiter to get you a cold glass of water.

unfortunately, "he" was the executive from the other organization, not tachihara.

awkwardly, your plus one stood in the corner with the rest of the guards, shooting you occasional glares that basically screamed, "why did I volunteer to do this, again?" you just laughed internally and told yourself that you'd take him out again as a way to make up for it, which was your goal all along. you adored it when all the pieces fell into place.

the negotiations were flawless. the man across the table from you seemed to be very willing to cooperate, and you figured his slight cracks at flirting might've been a part of it. the other part was that he looked positively jet lagged and you might've put a little something in his wine to mellow him out. you were sure he would've reached the same conclusion if he was sober, this was just a harmless little nudge in the right direction.

"10% increase on the price for a 20% increase on the quantity of firearms imported, then," you reiterated, smiling sweetly at him while he agreed to double what someone in their right mind would ask for. "lovely doing business with you, sir. I'm glad this didn't have to escalate."

he smiled softly, offering you his hand to help you up then nodding his head towards the exit so his goons would follow him out. you looked at the piece of paper he'd slid into your palm, a phone number etched into it, then watched him looking back at you with a wink. for a moment, you could've sworn you'd almost forgotten about tachihara.

"that was boring as fuck," he strolled over to you, clicking his tongue as he complained about his feet hurting from standing there for so long, saying that he wouldn't have worn a goddamn suit and tagged along if he knew all he would be doing is watching you flirt with some guy."

"that," you stressed, pocketing the number but trying not to think about it, "was not flirting. if I was whoring myself out for the mafia, believe me I'd put myself down with my own hand."

"oh yeah? brave words for a woman with a dress that tight on her ass," he scoffed, crossing his arms before he realized what he'd just said.

"tachi, you lookin' at my ass?"

he seemed at a loss for words, huffing angrily as he walked out and you laughed to yourself. he was so cute when he got angry.

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tachihara michizou was not an idiot.

he, however, did not know what to make of your behaviour towards him.

all these run-ins, all your conveniently-timed missions where you were down one person, every text you seemed to send at the perfect time. he knew your gaze lingered on him and he knew that you wore that dress for him, but he couldn't be sure about it.

confirmation came when he was casually chatting with chuuya over drinks.

"my damn subordinate has been so fucking weird lately," the executive slurred, gesturing for another glass while he toyed with the empty one. "reminds me of that fucking dazai... always plotting some kind of shit..."

"she sounded kind of pissed with you 'cause of that last gig with the firearms dealers," he retorted before downing his shot and slamming his fist on the counter out of adrenaline. "since you dumped it on her."

"huh?! the fuck you mean, dump it on her? she was practically beggin' me for that job, said she didn't want any backup either. I'm telling you, tachi, that chick's gone mad."

so it was a lie, when you called him, complaining. he wondered what else was a lie, but then he wondered why you would lie about that.

as if on cue, a message popped up on his phone with your name on it.

"are you free tonight?"

so he wasn't imagining things. for some reason, it got his heart beating, thinking about the fact that someone would do that for him. but, before he could respond, another ping:

"I got shot sorry lol I have no idea why I made it sound like I was asking you out. could you bring a first aid kit or something? thanks a ton!!"

he concluded on the fact that you were confusing, and that he wouldn't say anything about it, especially since you probably think you're incredibly slick about it. instead, tachihara excused himself from a very drunk chuuya and said he had to go.

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"ow, ow, ow! fuck, why don't you just pour the whole damn bottle on there, while you're at i- fuck!"

the whining was hard. you had to do it manually, making sure you actually sounded like you were in pain when really, your "fever" was from all the heat of feeling tachihara's hands on you as he dabbed the wound.

ironically enough, this wasn't planned. you genuinely did fuck up, the man you never called seemed to want revenge because he sent a few people to kidnap you. you only got grazed while you took care of all the henchmen, but it still hurt like a little bitch.

he was the first place your mind went to, as always. you managed to get yourself home but you couldn't reach the spot on the bottom of your ribcage where it sliced open without feeling a lot of pain.

and so, you just turned it into an opportunity to get him in your house, sitting on your couch, his hands on your skin that was barely covered by your shirt. the alcohol he was pouring onto the wound hurt but you couldn't feel anything except pure ecstacy.

"say, you're not bad at this," you fake winced as he pinched the skin together and just put a bunch of superglue on it. "you got... gah, you got experience as a medic or somethin'?"

"how exactly did this happen?" he ignored your question and instead helped you up slightly so he could wrap the bandages around your torso.

"remember the guy from the other night? well, he gave me his number and I never called, so he got butthurt and sent some goons to fuckin' kidnap me. or kill me, I'm not sure. I didn't really pause to ask 'em."

he looked as if he almost didn't believe you, pulling down your shirt and gently tapping on the spot he bandaged. "there, you're all set."

"thanks again," you smiled at him, groaning a bit as you sat upright. "I know it's late and you were probably doing some other shit."

then a slight pause. "if you want to crash on my couch instead of walkin' home, I don't mind."

the walk wasn't long, and he didn't feel tired at all, but he didn't tell you that. he just helped you walk over to your bed then got himself comfortable on your sofa.

you'd never been happier to get shot. maybe the universe was finally on your side, in its own weird way.

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the wound was fully healed and tachihara was yours.

it was the perfect excuse to him check on you, to have him come over and stay over as "protection in case someone tries to kill you again". both of you knew your excuse was bullshit, your plotting to get him by your side so painfully obvious now that he was getting closer and closer to you. by the time he was making visits on his own and smiling at you in the hallways at the port mafia, you didn't need to do anything anymore.

it was a wordless confession; both of you walking in the streets at night, going nowhere and not saying much. it was cold and you could see both of your breaths swirling in the air. you blinked and suddenly your faces were close, too close, and your body was leaning in on its own. his lips tasted like something your mind could've never guessed.

nevertheless, you were still addicted.

something about the kiss felt effortless, too. like you didn't need to do anything, say anything to get him to wrap his hands around your hips and pull you in close. this was the way it should be, easy and effortless. like you could wait patiently and he'd fall in love with you all on his own.

"have you seen my holster?" he called out weeks later as you laid down on your couch, reading a book as he looked around for the item.

"it's over here!" you called out, the holster expertly hidden in between the cushions because you wanted him to come over to you and find it. as he walked over to you, watching you wave it while dangling on your finger, a teasing look on your features.

"you're a conniving little shit, you know that?" he sighed with a soft smile, glancing at your hands as you set down the book by your side then sitting by your side. "if you wanna talk to me, you can ask like a regular person, y'know?"

his wide smirk as he looked at you pout, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you fake-sobbed into his chest. "you're so mean, thinking I'm lying!"

he grabbed your chin, gaze directly settling onto you with a look that said not to bullshit him. "you think I don't notice? when you kept bumping into me, us getting paired up on missions, even that time you said chuuya 'dumped' that job on you? yeah, you're cute but you're not a great liar."

you furrowed your brows. "if you knew, why didn't you say anything?"

"'cause I wanted you to tell me yourself."

"asshole," you pouted, laughing as you leaned towards him and kissed the tip of his nose. "I just didn't think... never mind, it worked, didn't it?"

he rolled over, laying you down on the couch and settling himself on top of you, making sure you were trapped. "being all cryptic now, aren't we?"

"maybe," you muttered between kisses, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him deeper. "... maybe... maybe you were just... I dunno, so pretty, and I thought 'fuck, he'd never go for me' and... I don't know, it's not important..."

"aw, look at you, gettin' all soft 'n mushy," he chuckled into your neck, smiling at your words while his teeth graze the tip of your earlobe. "keep talking 'bout how out of your league that I am."

"oh, shut up," you whispered, grabbing a handful of his hair and bringing his lips back onto yours so he would stop talking. "I'm tryin to open up here, you smug dipshit."

he grinned as his hand went down in between your thighs, parting them and opening up your legs. "I like the sound of that."

you squealed playfully and rolled him over, but the couch wasn't wide enough and you both fell onto the floor with a dull thud and a frenzy of laughter.

"seriously, though," he brushed your hair out of your face and pulled your hips so you were snug on him while you caught your breath and lowered yourself to kiss him again, "you're talkin' nonsense, baby."

"mmn, if you say so," rolled right onto his tongue. you believed his words, or maybe you didn't, but it barely mattered. he was here now, in your arms and telling you everything you wanted to hear. he said that he knew of your antics, yet the truth was that he couldn't do a damn thing about it if he wanted to.

all because you're a mastermind.

[malisorn]

★ || 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary | You always have a way of getting what you want and if you want to marry the prince, you will ๋࣭ ⭑ Inspired by “Mastermind - Taylor Swift”

Warnings & Suggestions | Fluff, very low-key Soft Dark Reader, Reader being a literal mastermind, No Physical Description of Reader

Red Keep is a place full of power-hungry men and determined women. To survive in a place like this, you need to outsmart the fools, yet you can't outdo the wise, you can't be too bright or too dull either. Everyone has their parts to play as each other's pawn. You do too, but the difference is you knew your pawn and the game you play.

Your parents have told you before that your purpose here is to marry a man from a noble house, gain an alliance and live a life raising heirs. But those words didn't please your ears, you won't wait for them to sell you off to a drunkard who would father dozens of bastards. For the least, you would like to wed someone you want and you knew you have a choice the night you saw him for the first time, you knew he was meant to be yours and nothing was gonna stop you.

A Targaryen man from the blood of the dragon, the son of the King, the prince of the realm. The Targaryens often marry within their own family, although his mother is a Hightower. His brother and sister were already married with a set of twin. While he is still a man free of betrothal, soon enough, his queen mother and grandfather would find him a match, a match that would only end with you and him.

After countless nights, you have come up with a plan. You begin with weeks of observing him and caught up to his routine. He wakes up early, practices swordplay every morning and noon. In the evening, he can be found in the library reading a book about the olden days or morals of life. Often times, you saw him on Vhagar as they flew around, breathing dragonfire. You looked up to the wide sky and the mighty beast. Sooner or later, you will be mounting that dragon. On a day where he was not seen in a training yard, he would accompanied his queen mother and sister, those who he seems to be close with the most. After writing down all this information, you try to figure out all about him and every possibility. Now, you know what you must do to ensure a seat beside him.

You started with appearing everywhere he was. He visited the Sept? You were also there praying to the maiden. He read in the library? You were already there, picking one of his favorite book. He goes to spend time with his sister? There you are linked in arms with Helaena as you two walk through the garden. And to lit the fuse, your hand suddenly brushed his as you walked pass him every single time, as if it's all accidental, you didn't even pay a mind to look back, only walk away. After multiple times, brief glances started to exchange, polite smiles spread across your face when you catch his gaze, yet no conversation was ever occurred, not until-

“My Lady” he called out. Finally, you think to yourself with a sly smile before turning to him with a naively confused face. “My Prince” You stood calm and flashed him a smile. All the groundwork you have laid leads you here, to this moment, just as you have planned.

Ever since then, you two have been seen together more than often. A walk through the garden side by side, a match of cyvasse in the library that somehow ends with your victory, and a quiet evening as you two paced on a beach. “I am thankful that the gods have brought us together, My Lady” he said. You're welcome. “Same as I, my prince, fate is truly a mysterious work of art.” You smirk before switching back to a naive one. You cannot be too obvious. He can't know but only if he did. Fate really is a powerful thing, but it is useless without the work of one or another. You wouldn't be standing here with him if all you did was pray and hope for the best. You have to plan and take actions. With that, you get closer to him inch by inch every day. It takes time and you are more than welcome to provide. He grew to trust you, softened only for you, and a bond of a lifetime was formed.

Now, the two of you are holding each other's arms at a grand wedding decorated in shade of white and silver, flowers and silks laid down to perfection, standing in front of the Septon as you exchange your vows to your other half in front of your gods and your kins.

“With this kiss I pledge my love”

“And I, take you for my lord and husband"

"And I, take you for my lady and wife"

The Septon pronounces you as one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. A husband and a wife, a long lifetime of love and devotion.

After the wedding, you couldn't help but feel a little guilty. You have always been this way since your childhood. You like having a little fun with your head and finding ways to get what you want while also being entertained in a way. You like to be loved but don't like to show others of how much you've done to get them. So is it wrong to trick him into loving you? You were not quite sure. To be fair, you didn't force him! You just set everything up from meeting him, talking to him and then it just presents its way, right? You didn't poison or bewitch him into loving you, didn't even harm anyone through your plan of becoming his wife, so why is it that you feel responsible for it all? You think about it for a while and decide that it must be said.

On a peaceful night when you and your husband lay on your shared bed. You confessed your “little schemes” to him, expecting a confusing reaction or shocking response, but instead, he simply smirks, the very same way you did when he first talked to you, “I knew”. Oh, “You knew!? You never- You never showed me that you did!”. After all these times, he has always knew. A wide smile spread across your face, he knew and he let you do it all. Why wouldn't he? It led him to you and now he's yours.

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images' credits ๋࣭ ⭑

Catching Butterflies - Emile Eisman Semenowsky

Astrology Signs Mosaic - Museum of Islamic Civilization, UAE

Maria Cristina of Bourbon - Vicente López

[kylieswift31]

Are you not entertained?!

Looking back it's clear that Taylor Swift knew she would be involved with Travis Kelce, the Chiefs and their football games long before their relationship started. This allowed her time to plan and leave a trail of breadcrumbs along the way so that looking back it felt like an invisible string tying them both together.

Just like a broken clock is right twice a day, leaving a plethora of Easter eggs increases the feeling that they were meant to be together all along for anyone that choose not to see past the facade of Taylor™. Many of the connections are simple and obvious, such as the number 87, the combination of red and yellow and football themed references. Others are more of a shot in the dark but have a bigger payoff if they end up foreshadowing something really specific years in advance.

To understand how Taylor has been able to plan so far in advance we shouldn't be looking backwards at what has happened in the past, instead we should put ourselves in Taylor's shoes to consider the steps she would take knowing what was to come in the future. This would begin with researching the topic and learning about the history of football and sport in general. "I want to tell a sports story because I had just watched the last dance." In the folklore long pond studio sessions Taylor and Aaron Dessner discuss the reasons behind why they created the song 'epiphany'. Watching movies and reading books that feature sports stars is a great place to start looking for inspiration to gauge what the public is familiar with.

The next step would be to pick out specific references to hint at in interviews, outfits and social media posts. These take a little more effort to pull off but mostly relate to future projects Taylor has already planned out. The Easter egging begins to reach mastermind status when the foreshadowing links to events outside of Taylor's immediate control. The most recent example of this is the new Pepsi commercial inspired by Gladiator that ends with Travis saying "Are you not entertained?!" This is the same Gladiator quote that Taylor referenced in the Time person of the year interview that she did late last year. It's possible she knew about this commercial ahead of time before her interview.

This is a recreation of the Pepsi commercial that was made in 2000 featuring Britney Spears, Beyonce and P!nk. They were dressed as scantily clad warriors singing a cover of Queen's 'we will rock you' while being attacked by lions. The remake features Megan Thee Stallion singing the same song as Travis and his teammates are being attacked by tigers. This is an interesting choice of predator considering they end up locking one of the tigers in a cage. We've seen many tiger references in Taylor's work including the fearless tiger stripe outfit and the "way to go tiger" lyrics in 'Peter". If we consider what Taylor would have been inspired by as she was planning ahead, the original version of this commercial would have been a perfect example of female sportsmanship displayed in a male dominated industry.

Just like the eye of the storm can trick you into thinking the storm is over, the end of the international leg of the eras tour wasn't the end of Taylor's story. This new commercial is just like the second half of the Truman show when the camera zooms out to reveal the dome Truman has been living in. Everything we're seeing during this break feels jarring after being so focused on the details of the eras tour each night. This is intentional, allowing us room to zoom out to see the bigger picture and the role the director has been playing all along to script the narrative. And even though Taylor isn’t visibly associated with this commercial, it feels like a connection to her story when she’s selling out the same stadiums all by herself over and over again.

All of these connections between Taylor and Travis feel synchronistic in hindsight, yet are logical connections if you're planning ahead of time regardless of the motivation behind it. If you believe they're in love it will seem like fate or a coincidence that they both used the same quote. If you believe Pepsi and the NFL are using Taylor to increase their sales then you will see how they reused her quote to gain attention. If you believe Taylor contributed her ideas to benefit her PR relationship then you will see that she used the quote to foreshadow the new commercial. And if you believe this is all a part of the performance art you will see that it's another piece of the bigger story being told. Either way it creates yet another connection between Taylor and three of the most powerful and successful pop stars of our generation.

After all, are you not entertained?

A tortured poet,

Kylie x

[planetwaynez]

Mastermind

Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Notes: I was in a mood and TS was playing so I just wrote what I was feeling. Hope you all enjoy it!

WARNINGS: This is inspired in the song Mastermind by Taylor Swift. Talking of loneliness, heated kisses, implied smut, Canon violence I guess.

Jason was always a mastermind and when he first saw you he knew he needed to have you. He just didn't knew you were just like him.

No one wanted to play with Jason when he was a little kid. And he got used to it until he entered the world of wealth and super heroes; He wanted to be loved, seen and wanted to be special. So Jason started skimming his way through life.

And then, he died. He suffered and came back from the dead and had to be good at skimming himself through the world. He was alone again, and this time he wasn’t aiming at being loved and special, he was aiming at being feared and respected. 

It worked. Jason became a mastermind at making people feel the way he wanted them to feel. 

Until he moved to one of his safe houses, a little apartment next to the crime alley, to lay low for a while but he wasn’t planning on skimming his way into your heart. It was only natural that he fell for you. 

You were his nice, cute and smiley neighbor. The one that always said good morning and walked the stairs because you were scared that the old, cheap elevator would stop working with you inside, again. 

The one that always seemed to be doing something. Working, reading, helping others. He couldn't help it. He had to have you, all to himself.

So he got close to you. Talked to you every morning, until you were doing volunteer work together in the shelter next to your building. Next thing he knew, you were everywhere. You were going out together on the weekends, going to the gym together and having dinner at your place every wednesday. 

But Jason didn’t realize that you were the one skimming your way into his heart and under his skin. Since the moment you first saw him, you laid the groundwork so he would approach you, and like clockwork you waited and waited, until he was under your spell. 

You always thought he was beautiful, you also knew he would be beautiful inside. You just needed to have him.

Just like Jason you have been skimming like a criminal since you were a little kid. No one wanted to play with you when you were a kid, you were always alone. You saw in his eyes that he was, somehow, just like you. 

So you smiled, said good morning to him everyday and always took the stairs, even though the elevator was faster and you hated stairs (and elevators). You made sure to always be around him, helping others in the same room as him, so he could see that you were open to talk to him whenever. 

You watched, amused, him fall in your trap. You could see in his eyes that he thought he was the one trapping you. Perhaps he was, with all his charm and witty remarks, trapping you too, putting you under his spell.

The fact was: you were both masterminds, waiting for each other, like if there was an invisible string tying  you two together. Forever. 

You smile, watching Jason on the bar, getting your favorite cocktail. The music is loud and this is probably the first time you came to a nightclub willingly, and you only did it because Jason never went to one, not to have fun, at least. So since you decided to travel together  to Greece to celebrate your two year anniversary, you suggested going to a nightclub and just enjoying yourselves. 

He puts your drink in front of you, and Jason is also smiling; After all he was in Santorini with his love, celebrating something that always seemed impossible for him. But now he sees it wasn’t impossible, he just needed to find you. 

“Enjoying the night, love?” He asks. Jason’s eyes are shining and he can’t stop looking at your face, mapping all of your reactions.

“Yes!” You say loudly, leaning in his direction, always seeking his touch and warmth. “I think Santorini might be my second favorite place on Earth!” 

You can’t stop yourself, not with him, always running your smart mouth and saying everything that comes to the front of your mind. 

“Why second? Where is the first?” Jason asks, sensing a flirty answer coming from you. He wasn’t wrong. 

“The first…” You say, getting up and sitting on his lap, his hands instinctively went to hold your waist, to bring you closer to him. “...is in our bed, with you”

You giggle, hiding your face on the crock of his neck, alcohol already hitting your system. Jason smiles, laughing at your antics, holding you tighter. 

“I have to agree with you, love” 

“In everything I said?” 

“No, my second favorite place on Earth is definitely the Cliffs of Moher ” you crunch your nose, but understand him, the Cliffs of Moher are also beautiful and you think it suits him and his beauty. You think that the green and blue of  Moher suits his eyes. 

You feel that warmth on your chest and you kiss him. His lips are soft and he tests like alcohol and strawberries, you lean in opening your lips and letting him in as always. Jason holds your waist with one hand and the other caresses your cheek, he can feel his heart beating fast, reminding him that he's alive and that he is happy. With you.

He breaks the kiss just to kiss your cheeks and your forehead, to look into your eyes and he understands. Understands everything, since the first look you shared to this one right now. It was all destined to happen. 

You were meant to be his and he was meant to be yours. 

The music is loud, alcohol is everywhere and it’s a hot summer night in Santorini however you only have eyes for each other. Your eyes on his and his on your eyes. Nothing was accidental. It was all by design, but neither of you could pinpoint if it was your design, if it was his design or if it was by fate's design. But here you are.

Both of you. Alive, smiling, with glitter on your cheeks and a light on your eyes. You are masterminds. 

You belong to each other. 

“I want to go back to the hotel” He says, gripping your tight. He wants to have you closer, there is only a amount of time Jason can have you on his lap clothed. 

“Me too” you say, kissing his jaw, feeling it flex under your touch. “Take us back to the hotel, Jace”

You went back to the hotel, and in the luxurious hotel room you felt each other everywhere. Like always, being intimate together  felt like coming home. 

“I love you” He says, playing with your hair. 

“I love you, always and forever” 

Both of you smile, wide, big and soft; Neither of you feel alone anymore, now if feels like home all the time. 

[rainbowdaisy13]

Scott Swift Email Thoughts

WOW just finished and wow. This is a huge peek behind the curtain moment IMO, so this is my equally long take on it all

First, THESE ARE ALL JUST MY OPINIONS and also “Allegedly” in regards to everything I’m writing

First off, Scott, like many well to do white men, seems to be someone who needs constant praise and acknowledgement to fill the void of his lack of sense of self. This isn’t a new phenomenon, this has been most rich white men since the dawn of time. It’s rare to find one that has been able to self reflect and heal their traumas enough to truly see outside their own sphere of existence

Scott has been, in his words, and arguably based on their finances, very successful in his employment as a Financial Advisor. Ok cool. But because his main focus in life is making, maintaining, and growing the most amount of money possible AS A JOB, it stands to reason the lens he is going to view Taylors budding career out of is one of cost benefit analysis—aka—how do we generate the most amount of money possible. We see this theme time and time again in the email as he continues to remind Dan that he will make a ton of money if he continues to manage Taylor (with Scott’s secret guidance)

His constant trashing of Andrea as a mean controlling belittling wife and of Taylor as an ungrateful snobby daughter is really telling. This is 2005. Taylor is a freshman in high school, her career is just starting to gain traction, Scott Swift *already* felt this bitter and betrayed by his family and Taylor’s not even famous yet!!

He spends 10 pages listing everything he’s done for Taylors career—if that’s accurate, he has done a lot, and it sounds like he wasn’t afraid to be pushy and annoying to try and get Taylor out there. That being said, he never once speaks about how becoming famous will impact TAYLOR. He doesn’t talk about how important this is to her, about how much writing songs and playing music is a part of who she is as a person. He doesn’t talk about how excited she is to book bigger and bigger venues, to be interviewed on TV, to sing for hundreds of people. Nada. All we hear about is how much time and money HE has sunk into Taylors career, and how ungrateful Andrea and Taylor are

I’m gonna close up by saying, yes people can evolve and grow. 2005 Scott may be miles different than 2023 Scott. But knowing this is the man who has had his hands in Taylor’s career from day 1, this man that only cares about money and being praised for his contribution, makes my blood run cold. Yes she is a mastermind , but breaking free from a literal lifetime of this kind of control can take its own lifetime

Taylor Babydoll, break free and leave him in ruins!!!! It’s your life, live it how YOU want!! 🖤

[lavendergaaayze]

I've been thinking a lot about The Alchemy lately. One of the many, many things I love about Tay is how many different angles we can view songs from.

I have been toying with the idea that this song is about her preparing for her last beard with the ogre. miss ma'am loves to break records and she can do so with the heteronormative society and a big ol' distraction. there are a lot of meathead references in here too but just like So High School, i don't think it's positive or endearing.

this happens every few lifetimes

with so much death and rebirth in her work, I interpreted this as every bearding situation being a lifetime and now we're starting a new lifetime

these chemicals hit me like white wine

which chemicals? likely, the Forget Him medication from Fortnight MV. this can be the promise of success, this can be entering back into the closet; but essentially there had to have been an BIG incentive or push. and even moreso, it was something Tay really had to swallow but was not her choice--it was prescribed by the ward. and this "Forget Him drug" could bring forth Taylor Swift The Brand. Taylor Swift The Brand comes with a manic high, a hunger for success, a desire to push through whatever she needs to overcome. there's probably lots of spite in there too.

in addition, wine drunk is super different! wine brings a warm carelessness. personally, wine makes me feel like i'm a bad bitch and life isn't that serious.

what if i told you i'm back?

the hospital was a drag

worst sleep that i ever had

they let her out of the hospital, but only when she was medicated. she's "fixed"!

i circled you on the map

a TK reference because so many dummies said he put HER on the map (fucking as if). this is one of her little jabs at him saying, "nah, bro. i put YOU in the spotlight"

(note that these 4 lines feel like a conversation with someone that you're trying to prove something to)

i haven't come around in so long

but i'm coming back so strong

she hasn't had an in-your-face PR relationship for years. so this is her giving herself a little boost. i haven't done this in a while, but i can do this and i can do it even better than before. i feel this especially because it's right before the chorus where she goes:

so when i touch down

call the amateurs and cut 'em from the team

ditch the clowns, get the crown

another jab at her beards and at TK's sad attempts to get others to put him on the map. MH is an amateur, he did not lead Taylor to the success she was looking for. TK had no luck liking baddies instagram pictures to weasel his way into the industry. but who did that? Taylor Alison Swift: The Mastermind. note how she's focused on the crown, not the actual "muse"

Baby, I'm the one to beat

'Cause the sign on your heart

Said it's still reserved for me

i took this as a line to her fans. so many people tune in to the big headlines because we, as a society, have a weakness to be fascinated by/addicted to the drama. especially taylor swift drama! our hearts are still reserved for any juicy tea she might have

honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

this feels like an act of acceptance and a little defeat. don't forget, taylor is still on those chemicals that hit her like white wine. so she succumbs to the fact that the world's biggest pop star and an award-winning NFL player would definitely make for lots of success. this is why she came back, to come out on top. i've seen others comment on the fact that she uses alchemy instead of chemistry. (they have the same end rhyme and the same syllables so alchemy was very intentional.) they're making gold out of robust situations, they're not sharing energy with one another.

hey, you, what if i told you we're cool?

that child's play back in school

is forgiven under my rule

i haven't come around in so long

but i'm making a comeback to where i belong

this next verse reminds me of the structure of the first verse. the first 3 lines feel like a sense of defending actions to someone else while the last two feel like another act of self-perseverance and having to hype herself up.

he jokes that, "it's heroin, but this time with an 'e'"

i really can't see this as anything other than a jab at the meathead. those illiterate tweets of his surfaced and we all found out he really is an idiot.

this line does confuse the hell out of me otherwise. if anyone has any thoughts i would love to hear!

where's the trophy? he just comes runnin' over to me

i know a lot of people find this endearing saying he chose her over the trophy. but i think it's Taylor asking "where's the trophy?" with her eyes on the prize still. and the dummy loses sight of what they are actually after

she's "high" on those Forget Him drugs throughout this whole song because she finishes the song with the same two lines she opened with.

but, yet, here we are again: swiffers thinking she's being cutesy with some dude but in reality this is about her and her success.

this song all feels like work. i don't know if anyone else played the alchemist game where you start with the most basic materials and have to make all kinds of substances, eventually getting to gold. and, man, was it challenging. just like i can imagine it's challenging to make this dirtbag into a "glamorous gentleman."

anyway! this was way more in depth than i thought it was going to be but i hope this leads to more confidence to post more OC! thanks for the read <3