the way you say my name

artificial wedding bells

title: artificial wedding bells

ship: peter parker (17 yo) x stark!reader

wc: 1.5k

a/n: hey! you invite him to an event because your dad, is setting you up with someone you don’t want to be with. peter agrees, but he is not crushing. nope. not at all.

tell me what u think!!!! (requests are open!)

my previous imagine

“You want me to do what?”

“I promise, it’s just for a night and if you do this- I will do anything for you. I will get your favorite sandwiches, do all your English assignments for a month, I really just need you to do this favor for me, Peter.” her eyes are blown wide as she looks at him, petal lip bit and her hand brushing his lightly in hopes of conveying how badly she wanted his help.

“Being your pretend boyfriend for a wedding? No one would buy it-”

“Peter, I’m not hideous. People would believe your lapse in judgment for 2 months in dating me.” she laughed, self deprecating, and he pouted at her. Because even if he doesn’t have a crush on her, if he did, it wouldn’t be a “lapse in judgment”. Whoever she ends up with will be lucky to have her. WHoever gets to be the person who holds her hand and takes care of her, makes her laugh and finds home in her embrace- they will certainly regret it. She’s not the kind of thing that you regret.

He doesn’t have a crush on her. He doesn’t. But he knows that whoever does, whoever ends up getting to be with her- it’s not going to be something that they don’t cherish. He can’t imagine that when someone holds her hand, they’re not going to cherish every moment of it.

“That’s not what I meant,” he says firmly, dark brown eyes boring into hers seriously, as she jokingly rolled her eyes, and squeezed his hand in recognition, and he notes how their hands just seem to mesh, and he’s never really noticed that before. Not that she’s held his hand too much anyway, but holding it doesn’t seem to be something he minds.

“I just meant that you’re you, daughter of the Tony Stark and also like, really pretty-” is that a blush? Probably not, she doesn’t do things like blush, “And I’m just you know, a kid with an internship, and I’m awkward and I’ll mess it up-”

“Please, Parker, it’ll be fine. I promise. I just need this one favor, and you won’t mess it up. I know you. You won’t let me down.”


It turns out she wanted him to go to a wedding and dinner with her, because her dad wanted to set her up with someone and if she was with someone, then…

Peter understood. Telling May that he was her date, well, it went over very well, actually. Aunt May did his tie and hair, rehearsed things to say, said she always knew that they’d end up together.

Which is weird, because Peter’s never really thought that before.

She gushed about how lovely Peter’s “girlfriend” is, and he can’t really disagree because she is gorgeous, it’s just a fact. Peter isn’t blind- he knows that his best friend is just about the prettiest girl he’d ever met, ever seen.

He’s dressed formally for a formal event, as she’d called it, and she’s picking him up, at 6 o’clock on the dot.

He opens the door, and his breath is stolen from his lungs like someone’s sucked it from his chest.

She is beautiful. She’s absolutely stunning, and it’s ridiculous, he can’t tear his eyes from her, and she’s wearing a grey dress with shimmer and lipstick on her mouth, big eyes looking up at him and hair curled, and for a second, Peter forgets that he isn’t really her date, he isn’t really going to be the person that she wants to show off to her friends and family.

“Is there something on my face?” she asks, concerned.

“No! You look-look good. Good. Really pretty.” he sounds stupid, and since when did she make him this kind of nervous? He sounds stupid. Stupid. She beams at him, and it feels fine, like she’s rubbed out of all of his insecurity.

“Good.” she teases, “You look good too.”

He doesn’t mind when she grabs his hand and pulls him into the car, where Happy is waiting to drive them to Stark Tower.


It’s a party, actually. It is a really big party. Huge, in fact, and he finds himself holding her hand, more out of wanting to not get lost, rather than keeping up the facade. People ask about the two of them, and Peter is surprised about a lot of things.

Peter is surprised how easy it is for his arm to snake around her waist, or how her face fits in the crook of his neck when she feigns embarrassment at people asking about “them”. He’s surprised how much pride he has when people call her his girlfriend. Because she is lovely, she’s so gorgeous and funny an light, and the way she makes him feel in place in a setting when he’s definitely not.

“Aunt Emma, this is my boyfriend, Peter.” Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Her aunt smiles at her and winks. She looks him up and down.

“Well, your uncle is going to find this very funny.” Emma is pulled away, by a man in a leather jacket who Peter assumes to be her husband.

“What was that about?” he asked, joy in his tone.

“My uncle thought I’d end up with like, a tough guy or something” she laughed taking a sip of her mocktail in a champagne glass.

“Well, it’s good that you ended up here with me.” for some reason, the idea of her with some leather-clad tall guy made his stomach stir.

Not in a crush way, though.

She just smiles and pulls him towards where everyone’s dancing.

He’s watching her dance with her little cousin, twirling around like she’s being charmed, and it’s so endearing, Peter’s heart could pop out of his chest at any moment. She is so lovely, so kind and so good, laughing at the deep bow her cousin takes and it strikes Peter how much he loves the sound.

So, the thing is, Peter realizes, is that she isn’t just beautiful in concept. He doesn’t just think that she’s lovely in the abstract. All this time, Peter’s been thinking that whoever gets to be the one to kiss her, gets to be the one who holds and loves her-they’ll be lucky.

He’s never really let himself think about how that might look.

Because her with anyone else- the phrase sounds wrong on his tongue, it’s not right. She shouldn’t be anyone else’s daydream, at least not one that they get to keep. Yes, she is the kind of wonderful that leaves you breathless and the stuff of dreams, but he knew that.

What he realizes, looking at her, so light and airy, her dress catching the air and ringlets falling loose from bobby pins, is that he wants to be the daydream wrapped around her mind.

“May I cut in?” he asks formally, bowing deeper than needed. She curtsies to him, and giggles, as he wraps his arms around her waist, hers going around his shoulders. She’s close and he can smell her perfume and also her, and he’s never really realized how much he liked being around her.

“You know,” she said, whispering in his ear, “you’re pretty good at this.”

“Hmm?” he hummed, trying not to revel in how she fits against him, warm and delicate.

“Pretending to like me.”

She shakes him out of his haze, actually, when she says this. They’re supposed to be pretending, but he’s not. He’s not pretending to like the way her hands fits in his. He’s not pretending to like the way she smiles up at him like he’s her boyfriend. He didn’t ask her to dance because of the whole fake-date thing.

“Well, it’s easy to pretend to do something you wish you could do.”



“I didn’t-”

“Did you?” They spoke at the same time, with wide eyes, because Peter just admitted something so true and more than that, he knows she doesn’t feel that way. Knows that she doesn’t look at him like he set the sun, makes her happy like there’s nothing else in the world like him.

“I’m sorry, shit I didn’t mean to overstep, it’s just you looked pretty and I just thought about how much I loved tonight, how I liked when you called me baby and-”

“Peter,” she laughed. “I didn’t invite you because of Beckett.”

Beckett. Stupid name. Stupid name for a stupid guy who shouldn’t get to go out with her.

“I asked you because if I had to have anyone be my fake boyfriend,” she says, smiling knowingly at him finger pressing into his chest pointedly, “Then I would pick you, Mr. Parker.”

“Does that mean-”

Yes, Peter.”

He kisses her and he’s grateful that he’s on the corner of the room where no one can really see them, his hand on her cheek and his eyes closed, her smile pressed against his and butterflies hammering in his stomach and he’s never, never been this happy in an instant before.

He hears a throat clear.

He even sees Mr. Stark handing Cap 20 dollars.

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Yoongi in love
  • Yoongi: [to Namjoon] he's so cute, and so are his dimples. God his dimples. And the way he dances makes my heart beat so hard in my chest. I love his laugh, have you ever noticed how lovely it is?
  • Hoseok: Yoongi you know I can hear everything you're saying, I'm literally standing right here.
  • Yoongi: [pauses for a second] wow I never realized how good my name sounds on his lips, oh did I mention how nice his lips are? I want to kiss them all the damn time because they are just too fucking pretty.
  • Namjoon: shouldn't you be telling Hoseok this?
  • Yoongi: I tried but then he said that he already knew it all.
  • Hoseok: babe as much as I love that you talk about it all the time I had to practice and you were distracting me.
  • Namjoon: talk about what
  • Yoongi: how much I love Hoseok! Keep up Joon... Now where was I? Ah! His lips!

anonymous asked:

I love how positive you always try to be but I also love how when someone is shitty you are still able to recognize it and call them on their shittiness. Some anons don't deserve your positivity and niceness.

Thank you ♥️I take that as a very flattering compliment. I appreciate my positive supporters so I make efforts to always show it! 💕✨
And for the less then nice peoples I try not to call them names or be too mean and instead just say my thoughts (orrr also maybe handle them with dry sarcasm because it’s fun sometimes hehe). Either way.. it mostly just comes down to honesty, which always hits harder then random reaching insults in my opinion.

anonymous asked:

This isn't really a question but I just kinda needed to tell someone so on the bus on the way to school the bus driver handed me a note and told me not to let anyone read it or see it. I thought I was at trouble at first and then I read it. It said something along the lines of what name she should call me in front of everyone else. I replied with a thank you and told her my preferred name. I know I shouldn't been glad she said anything at all but idk it made me feel like an outsider

Lee says:
The only not-questions we accept are good vibes, not vents (as stated in the faq)

kenipls  asked:

all three for the girls ~ ♪

Send “♪” for a song that reminds me of my muse.

They looking right at me
To see if I succeed
To see if I believe
They looking up to me
They want the best of me now

Send “♪ reverse” for a song that reminds me of your muse.

Don’t you wanna tell me your name?
Feels like you got a lot to say
See you lookin’, lookin’ my way
Been waitin’ for you all day

Send “♫” for a song that reminds me of our muses relationship.

Ha! Tried to breathe but I can’t
‘Cause the air she feeds me is damned
Got a touch like a thorn
‘Cause the girl she’s hiding horns

i’m just gonna say i’m going to be taking a break from the community. no, i wont be deactivating. no, this blog will not be deleted. i’m just not gonna post for now because honestly i did not realize this community was this heart breaking for me.

all i said was that she made me uncomfortable, and that i did not want her attending my parties and etc, i never asked for death threats to be thrown her way, or ‘white knights’ to ‘protect’’’ me.

i just want to say, if you harassed her in my name to ‘protect’ me, just know i’m disappointed in you.


You: Why the heck are they wearing those things instead of armor?

Me: They recently recovered some early 21st century items Gaul took their stuff so they had to dip into the emergency stash of clothes Casual Friday!

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little reputation things™
  • *ahem*
  • i i i i  see how this is gon go
  • “but if i’m a thief then he can join the heist”
  • baby let the games begin! let the games begin! ahAH AHHHHHHHH
  • ahHHH and ya heard about me”
  • ed sheeran rapping on a taylor swift song
  • “i swear i don’t love the drama IT LOVES ME”
  • ed in the background of the last chorus: “be yoUR A TEAM NOW”
  • the string plucky things in the beginning of i did something bad
  • “if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing”
  • “and i’d do it over and over and over again if iiiii could”
  • “they’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one”
  • taylor apparently wanting to be set on fire
  • ((agreed))
  • the harmonies on this album filling my entire soul
  • “oHHH LORD SAVE ME MY DRUG IS MY BABY I’LL BE USING FOR THE REST OF MY LIIIIIIIIFE” aka the only prayer i’ll ever say again
  • i get so high OH… trip of my life OH
  • the way she sings “using for the rest of my life oHH OH OH OHHH” after the bridge damn son
  • “my reputation’s never been worse so he must like me for me”
  • taylor finally discovering alcohol
  • the way she says “coz i know that it’s delicate” so…. delicately
  • how delicate feels like a rain shower in a desert
  • :) i :) don’t :) like :) your :) little :) games :)
  • OH look what you made me do
  • “i don’t like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me”
  • “i’m sorry the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh! BECAUSE SHE’S DEAD” is singlehandedly the most iconic thing i have ever and will ever hear.
  • so it goes being chill and then the chORUS AND ALL THE PIECES FALL!!! RIGHT INTO PLACE!!!
  • ;) scratches ;) down ;) your ;) back ;) now ;)
  • o n e  t w o  t h r e e
  • how getaway car is the only song i ever want to hear ever again
  • think about the place where you first met me
  • “there were sirens in the beat of your heart”
  • the way she says getaway
  • the chorus of this song feeling like driving down a highway with the windows rolled down in the middle of the night
  • GO! GO! GO!
  • being part of a heist, leaving money in a bag in a shady motel, stealing keys and getting tf out in her getaway car. zoom zoom bitch.
  • “all the boys in their expensive cars, the range rovers and jaguars never took me quite where you do” calvin harris WHOM
  • the drums in king of my heart are more important than my need to breathe
  • “your love is a secret i’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep”
  • ~up on the roof with a school girl crussshhhh drinking beer outta plastic cupsssss~
  • i’ll never let you goOOO
  • but we were dancing BASS DROP dancing with our hANDS TIED, HANDS TIED
  • “oh baby can we dance, through an avalanche?”
  • “swaying as the room burnt down, i’d hold you as the water rushes in” …. “so i punched a hole in the roof, let the flood carry away all my pictures” ….. h e c k
  • how dress is literally an orgasm turned into a song and i’m… into it
  • take it oH OH OH OH OFFFF
  • “carve your name into my bedpost”
  • “but if i get burnt at least we were electrified”
  • wildest dreams who???
  • “and i woke up just in time, now i wake up by your side”
  • say my name and everything just stops -EVERYTHING STOPS-
  • ra’lin’ the chandilier
  • AWaaaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAAY
  • “and therein lies the issue, friends don’t try to trick you, get you on the phone and mind twist you”
  • the sound of shots being fired from every possible angle
  • if only you weren’t…. so shadyyyyy :)
  • they don’t care about the HE SAID SHE SAID
  • the way she says “and here’s to my baaabyyy
  • the organ?? piano???? during “and hereeee’s to youuu…” oh my god
  • her voice at the end when she just says “nice things” 
  • her world crumbling around her and that’s just fine?? because of joe???? i wasn’t ready 
  • “loves me like i’m brand new”
  • “all my flowers grew back as thorns” …. “all the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst” again…. clean WHOM
  • i’m laughing with my lover makin forts under covers trust him like a brother yeah you know i did one thing right
  • not because he owns me but cos he really knows me. which is more than they can say.
  • “you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” “yes.” :’)
  • call it what you want is the lightest, softest pink sunrise seen from the window of a peaceful airplane in the early morning of a good day
  • how we went from pop anthems to??? i’m bawling in a sea of tissues on my bedroom floor at two in the morning and new year’s day is the most beautiful song i’ve ever heard??? 
  • it’s just a guitar and a piano and she’s harmonizing with herself
  • “don’t read the last page, but i stay”
  • “i want your midnights, and i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day”
  • “i can tell that it’s gonna be a long road” as in she knows that even if it’ll be a long road they’ll always be together don’t TOUCH me
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • and i will hold onto you
  • “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognize anywhere”
  • oh cool my heart’s shattered into a million pieces this is fine thanks
  • how there’s ten seconds of silence at the end of new year’s day because you bet your ass i need recovery time before the album starts over again and i gotta get back to boppin’
  • ((they were not ready for it))

Kravitz: Let’s see, let’s see. Taako, we’ll start with you. You’ve died 8 times.

Taako: [Mumbling to himself] Yeah, that tracks.

Kravitz: Cut the goofs. You’ve died 8 times and checked into the astral plane exactly 0 times.

Kravitz: Magnus, let’s do you next. Magnus, what’s your family name?

Magnus: Burnsides.

Kravitz: Oh yeah, that’s right. Magnus Burnsides. You’ve died… 19 times!

Magnus: That doesn’t sound right…

Kravitz: And you’ve made 0 trips to the astral plane.

Magnus: Now hold on, hold on, I think I’d remember.

Kravitz: Merle Highchurch. Merle…

Merle: That’s my name, don’t wear it out.

Kravitz: Merrrllle fuckin’ Highchurch. You, my dear friend, care to take a guess? Care to wager a guess?

Merle: I’m just surprised my middle name is “fuckin’”, I had no idea.

Taako: I’m gonna go with 1 in case we’re doing Price is Right rules.

Magnus: You know what, I’m gonna go the other way and say 1999.

Kravitz: Somewhere in between there. Merle Highchurch, the richest bounty I’ve ever hunted. You, my dear man, have died 57 times. 57 times! Fifty se-ve-en times!


PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

summary: nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too. [THIS IS AN AU!]

warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence

a/n: quentin tarantino is my favorite director and i really love old movies. so here’s this. lot’s of music in here. also, nothing too major happens now. just two characters meet. this is possibly the maybe first time i have such an independant/strong reader

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[ACT 2.]


“Hey, sorry to bother you. I wouldn’t be if… if you didn’t look like you could use some company.”

Your statement is met with silence as the unfamiliar guy in front of you lifts his eyes up to stare at you in bewilderment. Late autumn wind blows past and ruins your neat hairdo. Your hand grips the strap of your purse; you note tears glisten in his deep brown eyes and decide to look away so he’d have enough time to collect himself. The guy sniffles, rubs his eyes before giving you a tight smile; He opens his mouth to possibly dismiss you, but you beat him to it, “There’s no shame in crying. If you’re sad, you’re sad, right? Nothing you can do about it.” He sighs, “May I sit?” You inquire. After a moment of consideration, he gives a curt nod. And so you do.

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A few years ago, there was a man who openly called for the harassment of the people who he deemed to be “toxic”. He stated, “There are no bad tactics; only bad targets.” In other words, he was saying that harassment isn’t bad, as long as you’re harassing the right people.I don’t agree with that man. I’d prefer a world with zero harassment. I’d prefer a world where people find a way to settle their differences without resorting to aggression or intimidation. I don’t want to see anyone getting harassed, especially not because of me.I don’t want anyone to be harassed on my behalf. I don’t want anyone to be harassed in my name. I don’t want anyone to be harassed in my defense. You may think you’re the “good guy” fighting against the “bad guys”, but if you’re harassing anyone for any reason, you’re automatically the new bad guy.How do you stop a serial harasser? Do you show him, firsthand, how it feels? If you give him a taste of his own medicine, will he grow a conscience and mend his ways? Should the harassers be harassed? No, I don’t think so. I’ve never seen this tactic solve any problems. It just doesn’t work that way.I won’t pretend that I don’t have conflicting feelings about this situation. There are people who are determined to make my life as miserable as possible, and telling my fans not to defend me might embolden the people who attack me. An anti-harassment post might bring more harassment into my life.Despite that, I’m still going to say what needs to be said: If you think you’ve identified a person who is causing problems for me, and you’re trying to put a stop to them by harassing them on my behalf, I want you to stop. It’s not effective, but more importantly, it’s not ethical. Don’t do it.

  • psychic: ok im reading ur mind
  • me: ok
  • my mind: zzzzzzzzztttt SEPTEMBER FIRST, 1989 DEAR DIAR- ohmigod OHMIGOD YOU GUYS THEYRE like thw couple from titanic except NO ONE DIES!! whats ur name man? alexander hamilton! HEEELP ME TO MOORE THAN SURVIIIIIIIIVE. i !! don't !! want !! you !! going !! to !! school !! high !! ME LLAMO ELDER WHITE funny funny funny funny BITCH BITCH bi t ch bjthc all the time ANATOLE IS HOT, HE SPENDS HIS MONEY ON WOMEN AND WINE! sometime sometime SOMETIME SOMETIM SOME TIIIIIIIIIME. THIS MAN IS GAY AND EUROPEAN! im gonna make u popular! shes my doctor OOOO and i love her OOO! AND IF SOMEBODYS IN UR WAY CRUSH THEM AND LEAVE THEM BEHIND. NATALIE NATALIE NATALIE IF U LOVE ME SAY YES! oooo BOY U GOT ME HELPLESS. NOW THERES NO DENYING IIIIIIIIM JUST- so when the high school gym goes BOOM with everyone inside. I LOVE YOU HANSCHEN, AS I HAVE NEVER LOVED ANYONE (as you should)
  • psychic:

My players have been making their way through a dungeon. They are accompanied by a goat named Jesus Christ that fell in love with a player who rolled a natural 20 for animal handling. They are faced with a decision.

Me: Alright, you have one key and one door that is still locked. What do you do?

Player one: I put the key iN THE GOAT

Player two: *loud exclamations of unhappiness*

Me: Okay, the key is now inside the goat.


Player two: This is animal abuse!

Me: Okay, you turn the key, and Jesus Christ the goat kicks you and turns to face you. He is preparing to charge. Roll for initiative.

Eventually Jesus Christ the Goat was killed after dealing significant damage to player one who failed to land a hit for about three turns.

The Secret Book Club Part 6

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Flirting, boners, filthy cocktails, bump n grind and a very naughty Loki

Words: 2995


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anonymous asked:

Could you make a BTS reaction/smut of you having sex in the tub with them? It would be very slow and sensual, not incredibly rough. Thanks and love your blog!❤️


Relaxes with his hands holding onto the bathtub, while you raise and lower yourself on his member, gripping his shoulders.The sound of sploshing water filling the bathroom. He’d enjoy this position because of how he’s able to watch the different expressions you make.

~running his tongue over his lips~
“You like that, don’t you? Don’t slip.”


His hands gripped your hips tightly, close to creating bruises. Peppering your neck with kisses while helping you ride his member, his dick twitching within you; mumbling your name at random points, his eyes tightly shut as you sucked on his collar bone.

~biting his lip~
“Fuck Y/N, you’re doing so well baby girl.”


Hoseok’s hands tightly held onto your back, your hands cupping his cheeks. He continuously thrusted into you, earning small gasps and sighs that would be quickly swallowed from the deep kisses you shared; his thrusts although gentle, were deep and powerful.

*between sloppy kisses and exchanges of saliva*
“Mmm, you feel so good around my cock babe.”


Namjoon’s hands gripped your ass tightly, your hands around his neck; his dick stretching your walls as you rode him how he told you to. Your head laying in the crook of his neck as he mumbled dirty things into your ear.

*In a husky low voice*
“Go faster for daddy, baby girl.”


His hands played with your breasts, twiddling your nipple between his fingers, your back facing him and your head bent back in pleasure. He’d enjoy the way your ass slapped against his tight abs as you moaned out his name. Riding his member till the both of you released, the warm liquid filling your insides.

“Baby, I thought we were supposed to be getting clean, not dirty. Wanna try the shower?”


Your legs entangled, and your back on his chest; one hand keeping your thigh spread as his other hand was busy with using it’s fingers to pump into you. Playing with your clit, earning mumbled moans from you with his lips tightly fixed on yours, tongues battling for dominance.

“I love it when you say my name. Say it again.”


Jungkook’s finger rolled over your sensitive bud as your hands were firmly holding him around his neck, your chest glued to his, riding him slowly. His mouth showering your neck with wet kisses, his deep pants turning you on even more.

*In a soft groan*
“Awh.. baby, fuck I love you.”

One Shot//Halloween Party

Summary: After countless demands from jungkook for you to stay home while he goes to a party, what happens when you surprisingly show up anyways.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut(Fingering, Rough Sex)

Word Count: 2.5k

Authors Note: This is my first time writing a one shot, so have mercy on me lol.


 As you lay in bed, the sounds of kids yelling “trick or treat”, dogs barking, and laughter are all you can hear outside through the thin windows of your apartment.

Not just your apartment, but your boyfriends as well. Your boyfriend, Jungkook, who was no where around at the moment, due to the promises he made to his best friend, to help and host a big Halloween party that they were having at a fraternity house, right outside of college campus.

His “demands” for you to stay home were reasons being, he didn’t want anything happening to you and because the party “isn’t your scene”, that there would be drinking, smoking, and hundreds of people there in general doing god knows what. All things that didn’t really fit your description of a comfortable and fun environment, so you decided to listen to him.

After hours of sitting around in front of a television, thinking about  jungkook obsessively, you decide to contact your best friend Maggie,(who surprisingly wasn’t at any parties) out of boredom to come sit at your place for a while. You ignored her concerned tone over the phone, telling her that everything was fine and that you just needed some company.

After a while, there were a couple of knocks on your front door, and you opened it to be faced with Maggie’s bright smile, and a big bag in her hand. As she made her way inside of the apartment, your eyes never left the bag as you closed the door and followed her over to the couch.

“What’s in there?” You confusingly ask.

“My camera and some costumes, I figured since we’re going to be sitting in here for Halloween, we might as well have a photoshoot. She wiggles her brows, while dumping everything out of the bag onto the couch. She catches on to your dumbfounded expression.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep it quiet, since jungkook is sleeping I’m guessing.”

“Jungkook isn’t even home, he’s at a party, I’m just shocked because I wasn’t expecting all of this” You refer to the costumes while lightly laughing.

She stops what she’s doing and looks up at you. “What do you mean he’s at a party? And why aren’t you there with him?” She begins to question.

You didnt blame her for her surprised reaction. You and jungkook were inseparable, and went almost everywhere together. 

“Some fraternity Halloween party right outside of campus, he’s helping his friend host it, and he told me to stay home” you explain and can’t help but to roll your eyes at the annoyance of it all.

Maggie stands up in front of you with her arms crossed. “The big annual Halloween party?! And I’m sorry but what do you mean he told you”

“Exactly what I said” you sit back on the couch.

Maggie looks at you, and stands there for a while as if she’s thinking hard on something.

After moments of nothing being said, she finally breaks the silence. “Well now you definitely have to go, because you’re not his little bitch” she says and you simply laugh in response.

“No way, now let me see the costumes you brought” you try changing the subject.

“Yes ,you can see the costume that you’re going to wear to that party, and I have the perfect one for you.” She pulls out a red dress, a devil horn headband, and thigh high boots.

“The devil…known for breaking rules.” she winks. “Just like you’re about to do”

“No maggie” you complain.

You told yourself and Maggie over and over that you refused to show up to that party, especially in that costume that just screams “slut” and looks absolutely uncomfortable, but hours later you found yourself in the passenger seat of Maggie’s car, full of confidence in the same exact costume, with you hair and make up done.

Maggie who was dressed as a “sexy cowgirl” never went wrong with manipulation, and the whole car ride was spent with her telling you how good you looked and that you were going to “show him.”

Maggie pulls into the huge parking lot of the frat house, and she already yelling of excitement, when she’s sees people she’s friends with. You both walk make your way up the sidewalk that leads to the frat house front door.

 When you enter the frat house, the smell of marijuana instantly flies up your nose. Girls are in provocative costumes, guys are playing beer pong, while girls cheer them on, obviously looking for attention, and when you look behind you, Maggie has already disappeared.


 You already regret coming here, and as much as you want to turn back around and run back home, you think about what Maggie said about being jungkooks bitch, and decide to further yourself inside of the party.

 Jungkook is no where in sight, and you start to realize people looking and admiring you. Some guys even go to the extreme of whistling at you.

 “Haven’t seen you around here before” a male voice interrupts you from your thoughts, and you turn to face him. He has blondish/brownish hair, about the same height as you, and he’s wearing a T-shirt with Greek letters on it, which makes you believe he’s part of this fraternity.

 “Oh…erm yeah I’ve never really been to any of these fraternity parties” you state.

 “Who did you come with?” He questions.

 “My friend Maggie, but she has disappeared” you say while looking around, praying that you see her. Not that there was anything wrong with the guy talking to you, but you hated small talk, especially with strangers, and the way he was nervously looking at you up and down was making you feel odd.

“Well my name is jimin, I can show you around if you’d like.. introduce you to a couple of people” he offers.

You look around once more to see if Maggie is around so that you’ll have an excuse to run off. But you don’t see her anywhere. You slowly start to realize what you came here for, to have fun, not to look like a lost puppy. You know you’re best off going with jimin than wandering around the party looking like an idiot.

 “Sure, I’d love that” you say to jimin with a smile. “My name is y/n by the way.”

 “Alright y/n follow me” he says, while making his way over to a circle of people, with you right behind him. The group of people look like they just got finished with a game. Jimin introduces you to all of them, all of them welcoming you in. The females give you countless compliments, and the males look at you with open mouths, which causes you to blush nervously.

 Jimin takes a seat, and pats the seat incredibly close to his, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, once you take the seat. As much as you want to pull away, you don’t want to look like an asshole in front of all of the people you just met, so you just stay still. It’s not that you feel uncomfortable, you just feel guilty, knowing jungkook, your boyfriend, was in the same house and could see you any minute.

 “So what game are you all playing” jimin asks the group, and they all yell for beer pong, while giggling. Most of them are obviously drunk already.

 You’re not too sure about playing, because you’re not in a drinking mood, so you stay seated next to jimin, while others set up the table.

 After a couple of minutes of small talk, Jimin turns to face you, giving you his full attention.

“Your costume is very nice by the way” he compliments you with a smile.

“Thank y-

“I agree” a male voice says behind you, cutting you off and it doesn’t take you long to realize who it is.


“Also have you ever heard of personal space?!” he says to jimin while flinging his arm off of your shoulders with his hand. He does not look or sound the least bit of happy.

“Jungkook what is your problem?” jimin says standing up. He obviously has no idea you’re his girlfriend.

“Let’s go” jungkook ignores jimins and  grabs your hand, lifting you up, and you sling it back out, crossing your arms.

“Maybe I want to stay” your voice cracks, and you don’t sound as demanding as you want at all.

“Y/n…let’s go” his voice gets calmer, pleading with you, and when you look around, you notice the whole group is looking at you guys, so you decide to comply with jungkook to avoid causing a scene. You grab his hand and follow him through the party and out the front door to his car. You’d have to call Maggie later to check up on her.

The whole car ride back home is filled with silence. The only sounds being heard are your deep breaths. When he pulls into the apartments, he parks the car, and gets out without saying a word. You follow him up the stairs, and watch him unlock the front door and hold it open for you with a blank expression. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on already for what was to come.

The moment jungkook closes the front door, he makes his way over to you, never losing eye contact as he corners you into the wall, with his head tilted as if he’s examining every piece of you.

“Y/n…..” he deeply whispers with a disagreeing tone and a sly smirk, while shaking his head at you.

His simple actions, have you feeling as if you may explode already. His calm, but cocky attitude, and demeaning yet lustful eyes makes it hard to breathe as you lean against the wall with his body so close to yours, you’re nearly touching.

“I’m pretty sure I remember telling you to stay home..did I not?” He whispers while rubbing his hands up your thighs, slowly lifting the dress. His cool breath hits your neck, and your only response is a quick moan, as your eyes flutter closed.

“Answer me” he demands, and you comply.

“Yes…yes you did” you stutter, as he begins to play with the hem of your panties, sliding them down your legs. His fingers begin to rub circles across your folds, and you’re nearly embarrassed on how easy they glide, due to how wet you are already.

“Then why were you at the party? Especially in this” he drags the word, referring to your costume, as he looks down to get a better look.

“Fuck… where did you even get this?” He asks while continuing to glide his fingers between your legs.

As you try to explain, you feel his long fingers enter you, cutting your words off. He wastes no time teasing you, as he pumps them in and out of you at a fast pace. Your knees immediately feel weak so you grip onto his shoulders for support as your head falls back into the wall, while your mouth lets out uncontrollable moans. When you look down , you can see his dick bulging against the front of his jeans, begging to come out.

As he pumps his fingers even faster, you force your shaky hands out towards his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them, letting them fall to the floor so he’s left in nothing but his boxers. Once again his fingers stop you from your actions and you bring your shaky hands back to his shoulders gripping tightly.

“I’m going to cum” you whimper.

He curls his fingers inside of you, and pulls them out right at your brink.

“Not just yet babygirl…take this dress off” he demands while doing the same, taking off his shirt, and sliding his boxers down, stepping out of them along with his jeans that are pooled at the bottom of his feet. His dick springs up, the veins are very visible and his tip is extremely red, making you even more wet.

You need him. Now.

Jungkook admires your body as you slide the tight dress off and unsnap your bra, exposing everything to him, as he does in return considering the fact that you were now both completely naked.

When he makes his way closer to you, his lips connect with your neck, and his hands squeezes your hips before lifting you up effortlessly against the wall. You can feel his tip rubbing against you, and you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, letting him know you need him inside of you now.

Once he positions himself, he enters you completely, and your eyes roll back immediately.

“God baby… you’re so fucking wet” he groans, while rocking his hips into yours, guiding yours along with his.

You loved watching him this way. The way he loses control of himself ,while being inside of you. The way his head falls into your shoulders, when the pleasure is overwhelming, and how his lips form into a perfect O.

When his eyes meets yours they are dark, nearly black. Without warning he speeds up his pace drastically, fucking you relentlessly into the wall, without breaking eye contact.

“This is what happens when you don’t follow the rules” he grunts, pushing himself deeper inside of you, so that he was now hitting your gspot continuously.

The feeling of him getting harder, throbbing inside of you, was slowly bringing you to the edge. The pleasure so intense that you felt as if you may pass out.

“Please don’t stop” you whine, as your head fall back into the wall. The faster he moves, the more lost you become. You can’t move or speak as the pleasure shoots through your body. You know you’re going to cum any second.

“Cum for me baby..cum all over my dick” he demands, and that’s all it takes for you to let go.

“Y/N” He moans repeatedly while enjoying the feeling of you tightening around him. Your wetness is heard clearly in a mixture of sounds of his skin slapping against yours.

His thrusts start to get sloppier and slower and you begin to feel him twitch inside of you. Soon his cum shoots inside of you, and both of your bodies become weak.

He holds you up for a while after, both of you breathing heavily, trying to take back in your surroundings. When he slowly lets you go, you slide your back against the wall, slowly gliding to the floor, and he joins you.

“Did you learn a lesson?” he playfully asks. You nudge him and lean into his shoulder.

“Yeah that maybe I should disobey you more often” you say and he chuckles.

He stands up and offers a hand out to you, and you take it.

“I think we need a shower” he suggests while winking at you, and you follow him into the bathroom starting what you just finished all over again.

The end.

After fighting our way through a dungeon, we finally made it to a necromancer that had been plaguing the island we were on. The DM informed me that this necromancer was in fact a man named Andor, which went to the same university as my character used to go to.

My character: Andor… I suspected it was you.

(DM) Andor: Do not call me Andor! You will call me-

The entire team, chanting: Andooooor! Andor! Andor! Andoooooooooor!


For me personally the original source material, Andre’s book, is absolutely incredible and a great piece of literature that everybody should go read. But it’s not the most dependable source of information on Oliver. So there were only a few things that I had a glint from it. Specifically, one of the big things, that i sort of used to crack the cypher, was the line that he says at the end of the phone call: “You know, you’re so lucky. That your parents and your dad reacted the way he did. Mine would send me to a correction facility.” That’s really the only… I mean you know that he’s jewish, you know that he’s educated and all that, but that really is the only thing you hear about Oliver’s home life. So I had to build everything off of that.

So I finished listening to Reputation a few times and here are my thoughts really just first impressions.

Let’s just get this out of the way, I haven’t decided that Reputation is better than Red or Speak Now, but that’s not because I need more time to listen to it, but because this album is so different from anything shes ever done that I don’t want to compare it at all. Reputation is a being of it’s own and it’s something that has left me completely awestruck with the conclusion of New Years Day. The album explores Taylor’s life over the past two years in a very interesting way. The first half explores her known Reputation to the media and then completely shifts moods with So it Goes… to exploring her true life and more specifically her all the love and happiness in her life. The album changes into something else while still being Reputation as a whole. Taylor has truly composed a masterfully crafted piece of music with this album and it leaves with feelings of joy, contentment, wonder, and happiness.

I expected to being yelling and key smashing about this album when I finished it but I’m not, I needed to stop and lay down and just reflect and enjoy the moment I was having after New Years Day. This album is something special you guys. I’ve never felt this way after listening to music before. Reputation takes you into Taylor’s life in such a new way and it captivates at every turn and it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve heard in my life. 

Things I just gotta point about the album that Iove:

  • The gospel influence on Don’t Blame Me that makes me feel like Taylor is taking me to heaven herself.
  • “If a man talk shit then I owe him nothing”.
  • The way she raises her voice in the final chorus of Getaway Car.
  • “Say my name and everything just stops” *music literally stops*
  • Her laugh in This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things.
  • The way she sounds like a girl in elementary school on a playground in Nice Things. It’s childish and totally sets the entire vibe for the song and it’s genius.
  • The sounds heard playing behind the piano in New Years Day. I can’t tell if it’s the physical piano making the sounds or not but it’s very nice touch, along with the acoustic guitar.
  • “Hold onto the memories, they will hold onto you, and I will hold onto you.”
  • “I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put ‘em”.
  • “I’m insane but I’m you’re baby”.
  • The way her voice is shaky and somewhat fragile when she says “cause you know that it’s delicate”.
  • “Do the girls back home touch you like I do?”.
  • That voice manipulation thing in So it Goes…
  • ‘Who’s counting…..1, 2, 3″.
  • There’s more but this is all I got for now.

Oh and another thing that deserves a mini paragraph: the production. Good lord I love the production so much. The songs are very layered with all their keyboards, synths, drums, just everything. I heard something I’ve never heard before in LWYMMD on my first listen that totally blew my mind. Max Martin, Shellback and Jack Antonoff produced an absolute masterpiece.

Oh and how could I forget you, executive producer Taylor Swift, the album is incredible, there’s no other way to put it. 

And that’s the initial thoughts tea on Reputation.