#it should cancel out like pemdas no?

[slashersweethearts]

the good majority of my slasher girlies when they see the opportunity to throw some cheating/homewrecking into the mix:

[iiced-ventii]

Stale cheese-its and bread

[unnerving-presence]

Hello! I absolutely love your writing it's so much fun. Could I please request any three killers of your choosing who has the reader, s/o or not either way would still be funny, over their shoulder and on the way to a hook and they just yell out "Can I get a please before you treat me like a common whore?"

i feel bad whenever i get asked to choose the killers because then i will most definitely just make them the killers i’m interested in at the moment 😭

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

Chucky:

Gives you a big laugh and argues that you already are a whore (affectionate) and that he doesn’t need to say please to begin with. It cancels out. PEMDAS or something..

He doesn’t take most of what you say super seriously anyways and quickly puts you on a hook, telling you he’ll take you on a nice date after all this. He’ll figure something out.

“You still pretty much called me a whore” “Yeah, yeah. You know I would never mean it that way, sweetheart”

Next time you’re in a trial with him he’ll mockingly ask you if he has to say please before doing anything involving killing you.

He still has yet to set up that date..

Pyramid Head:

Given what he represents he partially wants to take you up on that offer. That much is clear when his usual hand on your ass holds you tighter to his shoulder ever so slightly while he carries you. He’s genuinely thinking about it, something he doesn’t really do when you try to bargain with him during trials.

Give him a couple hooks and he might make a decision.. or just stare at you for a second as his way of telling you that you won’t be getting an answer. He’s needlessly complicated at times..

..Which is why you would’ve never expected him to listen to you a couple days later. however long that is in The Entity’s realm. To be fair, your trials lately have been laughably short and he knows you’d probably appreciate some not so TLC before he puts you on a meat hook.

Tarhos Kovács:

He didn’t think of you as some of the ‘workers’ he would see in Italy but he supposes he occasionally treats you as one in the heat of intimacy. Clearly you speak jokingly, but he finds the proposition amusing nonetheless.

He’ll scoff at your words in which he’s met with your fists relentlessly beating on his armored back, doing virtually nothing to him. He feels you should know by now that no matter how attractive he thinks you are that he won’t treat you differently during trials but he knows you won’t really be giving up on your acts of resistance any time soon. It’s a bit cute to see you try anyways. Makes him chuckle.

Don’t worry, he treats you much better outside of trials. At least he actually listens to your complaints.. but instead of putting you on a meat hook he tends to solve your incessant yapping with exactly what you asked for in the first place, minus the ‘saying please’ part..

[retributory]

i think sometimes people hear "[x] is a good person" and take that to mean "[x] never did anything wrong" when nothing about the former statement precludes the latter. morally good characters can and do (and should) fuck up - i don't think making the wrong decision (or even occasionally doing something they know is wrong for one reason or another) enters some sort of pemdas situation that cancels out every good thing they've done and makes them An Evil Person. it works the reverse way too, but i see villainization more than woobifying these days. it's really annoying because you end up with situations like Wei Wuxian Has Literally Never Done Anything Wrong In His Entire Life and Wei Wuxian Is Literally The Most Evil Person On The Entire Planet being prevailing opinions

[loumandforyou]

per your tags about fandom racism towards Armand: Literally, I think about when I said "Hey maybe acting like Armand is undesirable and lying about his sexual encounters and/or is magically coercing people to sleep with him, and saying he is bad at sex; stems from documented racist ideas about sex and sexuality of Asian men and y'all should Examine That" and I got 15 fucking responses of people being like "Um, Actually. we are combating Pimp! Louis rhetoric by joking about his dick size and also they weren't clapping ass on camera so clearly nothing was happening anyways"

Like wow, not only is fandom racism against Louis, not Fictional Character The Vampire Armand's Fault...because he's Fake. But also how the fuck are you trying to defend and ignore the fact that you are just doing a different racism. this is not PEMDAS, that ish doesn't cancel out.

@dreadfuldevotee

It makes absolutely no sense to me, because some people aren't even joking. They seriously act like Armand is a white dude and you can't possibly be racist against him.

I've read people saying how if you don't ship Lou..stat you are racist, but you should also not ship Lou..mand cause it's problematic and you shouldn't ship DM eithet cause it takes away from the main ship of the show. I genuinely don't get this logic.

Insane really.

[3vi3evie]

How I got Male Manipulated by a TWINK PT: 7.5

OK so jakes parents have been messaging my mom so she is like sending all the receipts we collected. And my mom said his parents are also sending stuff but like we are canceling them out like pemdas. then i had to talk to the school counselor again and i told her everything and i shared all the evidence with her and my mom and her are saying i should taks to the head of school but i dont think im gonna and im just gonna avoid bro and if he tries to reach out im not allowed to talk to him! absolute gyattt! anyways im typing this while he is across the room! lololololol

[fudanshifoucault]

old men at the grocery store and the library don't mind that i'm cuckoo bananas because i'm so pretty. it cancels out like pemdas. i should start posting my unfiltered true thoughts on here

[stxrmnight]

6.5 II

We've fought on the moon

And our Dear Zero has evolved as a hero of her own, resolute to bring memory and hope to heal her world... This is the fork of ways they foresaw, but it's not a definite goodbye. Putting things on pause to better deal with distance doesn't mean it wasn't less beautiful.

That said, I understamd the symbolism specially since her scythe did break, but I wish her bloodborne goth look is not forever gone??? It's so unique while looking closer this is, a reuse of a heavensward set. In 8.0 she should have a fully original design that's more reminiscent of her goth own. Now that would be cool

"Uhm, I'm sorry but I actually wanna talk to other characters I haven't seen in a long time"

AHHH THEY?!!! THEM!!! GAIA IN MSQ GAIA IN MSQQQQ HOLY SHIT

RYNE WANTING TO PERFORM EXPERIMENTS WITH THE GF

Gaia on that lesbian grind... and the note about wanting to know more of Loghriff and Mitron is cool. I guess it's more to know of her than to see on screen with, how adamnant the devs are about leaving the Ancients story done.

Ham table...

Ohhh THEY NEED TO GET FREE WE SHOULD HAVE TAKEN ZERO TO TALK TO THEM!!!! AHHH AND WHAT PLAN

And Zeromus confirmed just a hero monicker. I guess it's also meant to echo on our Zero too...

and that compliment is funny I dunno why

Addendum here because I got these screenshots later

GIRL YOU KNOW LIGHT IS AS BAD AS DARKNESS IN REVERSE. PLEASE you're so sexy ajhdsfhjbfssd

This is so funny considering Nemi would have actually told her the full story and the worst details. Zero would still have tried this anyway, thinking her Darkness alingment and will cancelled out like PEMDAS

[jentlemahae]

maeng and the nct mua are terrible in opposite way

[tomatograter]

If he has internalized homophobia then why he has no problem telling Dave he used to date a guy? Like, as you said, he cares about his reputation, and we know he really wanted Dave to like him, so that prolly means he was quite careful with what he could or couldn't say in front of him, specifically after he discovered that Bro abused him. So what I'm trying to say, if he cared about being gay, I think he would have avoided telling him he dated Jake? Or at least give it a second thought? I don't see what's the problem with Dirk being against labels, he seems that type of person, he prolly thinks that makes him more intellectual or some stupid thing like that

Hmmm thats not exactly what I said. I don't think Dirk has internalized homophobia so much as <he's afraid of the outside reception to the fact that he's gay, and how people will perceive him based on it>. Dirk knows that he's gay. We know Dirk is aware of that since he was at least 13, because he's already throwing undeniably romantic advances at Jake by then to test the waters. Dirk isn't in cutesy denial about anything here, he doesn't have the time or luxury for that. His problem is more that once you state 'Yes I Am Gay' as a definition of your character, that comes with a Lot of historical baggage and expectations- and from dirk's perspective, both the expectations and historical baggage are something so incredibly divorced from his reality in a future where no human society exists that he's waaaayyyyyy too careful of making that association. It could potentially bust the image he's trying to project.

Again, Dirk's thing is performance. Esp the performance of masculinity. He is the one homestuck character that truly, genuinely, wholeheartedly cares about putting up an image of what it means To Be Masc. He does this because he likes it. He's not forced to do it, he's not under societal pressure to do it, he's not whinning about how much he hates it, he's not doing it at gunpoint; this is a set of parameters he came up with for himself, even in complete isolation. They are a statement and holy boypledge he's making.

He thinks it is Very Cool, and he would like it if you thought it was Very Cool Too (especially if that transmits an image of how strong and reliable he "totally" is). And, again, when you think about our early 2000-10's context of GAYNESS, because homestuck is an extremely time-bound comic, the image "being gay" summons is... really not the one I described above. We're talking about gay men being stereotyped as catty & cowardly & effeminate, about the constant punchlines around 'useless fairies' (a term that was used to refer specifically *to* feminine, submissive, oft gender-transgressive gays ) not incidentally, Dirk's godtier is revealed to him in-comic through a drawing that depicts him as a fairy. He's immediately put off by it. Dirk and Jake's godtiers were called Fagtiers by more than a portion of the fandom. Relics of this are still high up on google images if you search for pictures of their godtiers, lol. Essentially, to admit to his gayness openly and broadly in that timeframe is to be stereotyped as something he doesn't entirely identify as, in an environment that is far from welcoming.

I am pretty open about reading Dirk as a trans man, and what I think is happening here is that together with Roxy's constant insinuations that Dirk Should Have Her Babies, Dirk is ultimately afraid that his claim to being a homosexual paints him as innately womanly. He either gets to be a man or he gets to love men. There's no middleground, or else these social features will cancel eachother out like pemdas. What we see in Homestuck is his haphazard attempt to keep both things intact. His courtship of Jake is only allowed if it is strictly masculine, if it seems like he has a semblance of control, if it looks like they are both just Dudes being Bros throwing it down like Fellow Action Men. This is harmful for Dirk and gives him extreme emotional constipation; not to speak of how tiring it is for Jake to try to keep up with this months-long improv game of Xtreme Axe Bodyspray Marathon when they could just... date. Jake really wouldn't mind if they decided to paint each other's nails or have stereotypical sleepovers or just chill out and have fun like Jane and Roxy are obviously doing. Jake would be fine with being soft so long as he's not being made fun of. But Dirk struggles with letting any sign of dangerous sensitivity show under the assumption that it will be read as a weakness, an inadmissible vulnerability in his set of armor.

Which becomes all the more relevant once you note that when Dirk's trying to convince Dave that he's not a threat and certainly not a monster, one of the first things he admits to is "I like men."

[hornime]

mutually assured destruction | kyoutani kentarou x gn!reader

he pushed your cheeks in with his fingers, effectively quieting your protests. “be quiet,” he spat, “and take what i give you. or nothing at all.”

warnings: 18+, fwb!kyoutani, hate sex, degradation, orgasm denial, fighting for dominance (idek if that’s a thing but it should be), both you and kyo are BRATTY AS HELL, some choking, spitting, CHAIN BITING, kinda toxic ?? but like mutually so it cancels out cus pemdas ???

w/c: 1.7k (i got carried away but kyoutani is just so sexy)

a/n: the way i came up with this title while studying for apush and then kyoutani flooded my mind and suddenly the catalysts of the cold war no longer mattered to me anymore.

you and kyoutani were not a good mix, not by a long shot. simply being in the same room was a disaster waiting to happen; he was a bundle of tnt and you were a lit match. for all that you hated each other, though, both of you needed the other for something: a fuck that would never disappoint.

the sex, just like your relationship, was explosive. it was heart-stopping, ab-clenching, vision-blinding, breath-stealing, hardcore-as-fuck sex. neither of you could get enough of it nor wane yourself off it. you were addicted.

it made you hate him even more.

[11:05 PM] kyo-kyo: come over

you cringed at the contact name. you must’ve changed it after the last time you hooked up, all stupid and cock-drunk. you quickly retyped his contact info before responding to his message.

[11:05 PM] you: why

[11:05 PM] kyoutani: are you an idiot? you know why

[11:05 PM] you: ik i just wanna hear u say it

[11:05 PM] you: say that ur soooooo horny that you just haddddd to text me

[11:06 PM] kyoutani: no. fuck you.

[11:06 PM] you: fine. im not coming over then.

you both knew that was a lie.

[11:08 PM] you: have fun taking care of urself.

[11:08 PM] you: needy bitch.

[11:08 PM] kyoutani: watch it. i wasnt this mean when you were begging me to fuck you last week.

you sighed. that was a moment of weakness.

[11:08 PM] kyoutani: whatd you say last time? something along the lines of “ill do whatever you want just come fuck me”?

[11:11 PM] kyoutani: *attachment: one (1) screenshot*

[11:11 PM] kyoutani: ohh it was “ill do whatever you want PLEASE just come fuck me”

[11:12 PM] kyoutani: youre so much nicer to be around when you use your manners

definitely a moment of weakness.

[11:12 PM] you: fuck off i get it. im coming

[11:12 PM] kyoutani: doors unlocked

the moment you nudged your way into his apartment, he was on you, hands gripping tightly at the flesh of your hips and teeth nibbling at your bottom lip.

“get off,” you groaned, pushing him away. as you peeled off your jacket, you glanced down at his pants and looked back up at his face with an amused expression. “are you hard already?”

he met your eyes with a gaze of lust��and was that desperation?—before turning to walk towards his bedroom, expecting you to follow. “no.”

“yes you are,” you teased. “you really needed me, didn’t you? you’re absolutely pathe—”

before you could finish, kyoutani grabbed your wrist before practically dragging you to his bed. he pushed you onto the mattress and, with his hands on your waist, maneuvered your body up until your head rested between his two pillows. “stop fucking talking. your voice is annoying.”

“at least i can keep it in my pants,” you retorted. “you’re just embarrassingly horny.”

“you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.” that shut you up.

he crept towards you until the gold chain around his neck dangled tantalizingly in your face. in an instant, you were kissing, aggressively melding your lips together in a mess of teeth and tongue. kyoutani’s hands clumsily reached for your bottoms, briefly breaking the kiss to unbutton your pants and yank them, along with your underwear, off your legs. he then did the same to himself, giving his leather belt a thoughtful once-over before glancing back at your face. he was clearly deliberating about something in his head, though you were completely clueless as to what, but he ultimately threw the belt to the side alongside his jeans with a shrug of his shoulders. maybe next time, he thought.

meanwhile, you’d taken off your shirt and were tugging at the hem at kyoutani’s. he seized your forearm, “stop being so impatient,” he chastised, before pulling the cloth over his head and letting it drop to the floor.

breathless, you both marveled in the glory of the other’s naked body. kyoutani, a lot more eager than you—though he’d rather die than admit that—closed the distance between you, leaning down to suck on your tongue. when he separated from you, his eyes cloudy and cheeks flushed, you spit in your palm, maintaining eye contact while feeling blindly for his cock.

he hissed, briefly shutting his eyes, as your fingers closed around his shaft, leisurely stroking up and down. 

“where’s the lube?”

“in the,“ his voice became strained as your thumb swirled his pre-cum around the tip, “the bo-bottom drawer. i’ll,” he groaned. “i’ll get it.”

you released his cock as he leaned over, opening the drawer and pulling out the bottle. he dribbled some of the liquid on the pads of his fingers and brought them closer to your hole. you tensed, eyes squeezing in anticipation as you prepared for the intrusion.

nothing happened.

in confusion, you opened your eyelids only to be met with the mildly-entertained expression of the man above you. “so hasty,” he tsked. his fingertips circled your fluttering hole but did nothing more.

“stop teasing,” you pleaded.

he slowly inched his fingers in, groaning as he watched your walls stretch to accommodate him. for a few minutes, he did nothing but push in and out and scissor his fingers, making you wider and wider.

“put it in.”

your words were met with little resistance—he wanted this as much as you did, if not more—and he repositioned himself, aligning his cock with your hole, now stretched and slick with lube. he moved his hips in, moaning lightly as he bottomed out.

“f-fuck,” he mumbled. “you’re so tight.”

“just move.”

he obliged, thrusting in and out, faster and faster, until you both were crying out in pleasure, scrumptiously close to your orgasms.

“i’m gonna cum soon,” you babbled. “don’t s-stop.”

“oh, are you now?”

you nodded mindlessly, brain hazy and unable to register the sinister undertone of his question.

“y-yeah. i’m so close. so. close—fuck i’m gon-”

kyoutani suddenly halted his movements, eyes blazing as he looked down at you.

“wha-why’d you stop?” you couldn’t help but whine. “i was so close.”

“are you seriously asking me that? why i stopped?” he taunted. “who’s the one that called me a ‘needy bitch’? huh?”

shit. if you’d known that he was going to use your jabs against you like this, you never would’ve made them. hindsight is a bitch.

“i didn’t mean it, kyo,” you pleaded, innocently using the cute nickname. “you know that. so why don’t you just give me what i wan-”

he pushed your cheeks in with his fingers, effectively quieting your protests. “be quiet,” he spat, “and take what i give you. or nothing at all.”

he thought for a moment. “and call me ken.”

he resumed his thrusts, significantly more erratic than before, and you couldn’t help but call out his name: ken, k-ken, fuck ken, more. 

however, you’d sobered up from your denied release, and a wicked plan was beginning to formulate in your head. kyoutani, actually ken, now, was losing his composure even faster than you were—he’d denied himself an orgasm for the sake of punishing you, after all. you could tell that his dominance was crumbling—his shaking forearms and barely concealed moans had not gone unnoticed—and now was a good a time as ever for revenge. 

and his chain, his stupid, fucking, gold chain, was getting on your nerves, clashing with your face every time his hips met yours. fed up and driven by vengeance, you clasped your teeth around the glimmering necklace, catching him off-guard.

he looked down at you, curiosity shining through his lustful gaze. “what’re yo-”

you quickly jerked your head to the side, yanking him off balance and making him land on his side. in an instant, you’d forced him onto his back and straddled his muscular thighs, a triumphant look visible on your face. 

“how’d you even d-” ken choked on his words as you slammed back down on him again, taking him impossibly deeper. his hands scrambled to grip the bedsheets, “shit.”

“for the record,” you panted in between heavy breaths, rocking your hips, “i called you a needy bitch because you are a needy bitch.”

“shut up. no i’m no-”

your hand closed around his neck, preventing him from continuing. “yes you are,” you insisted, “and you’ll take whatever i give you.”

he shook his head out of your grasp, gasping for air. “i fucking hate you.”

“open your mouth,” you ordered. he glared at you defiantly. “open,” you purposefully clenched, tightening your hold on his cock, “up.”

at the sudden change in pressure, he couldn’t help but throw his head back and moan, allowing you to harshly grab his chin and let your salvia drip off your lips onto his awaiting tongue.

“swallow,” you demanded.

overwhelmed by the undeniable pleasure coursing through his veins, he did so without complaint. why does it taste good, he sighed internally. now i’m gonna want more.

just a few thrusts later, you both reached your orgasms, moaning far too loud in a room of walls that were far too thin. the intensity made your muscles turn to jelly and you collapsed onto ken’s chiseled chest, your bodies both trembling.

“‘m tired,” you mumbled into his collarbone.

“yeah me too,” he snapped. “you’re fucking exhausting to be around. i don’t know why i do it.”

“i do,” you teased, raising your head, “‘cus you’re a needy bi-”

he mashed your cheek back into his shoulder. “don’t finish that.” you weren’t sure if the fuzziness in your mind was clouding your judgement, but you swore you could hear the hint of a snicker in his voice.

gradually shaking the exertion out of your limbs, you picked up your clothes and got dressed, walking out ken’s front door with a middle-finger throw over your shoulder.

“i hope i never have to see you again!” he called out behind you.

as you headed back to your apartment, your phone buzzed with a text:

[02:01 AM] ken: i have a team dinner on tues and its gonna be annoying and ill probably be frustrated as hell

[02:01 AM] ken: so

you hesitated before responding.

[02:01 AM] you: i can be there around 10

[02:02 AM] ken: cool. sounds good

you couldn’t help the corners of your mouth from turning up. you were happy—in a sick, perverted, sex-crazed kind of way—but happy all the same.

tuesday couldn’t come soon enough. you were going to absolutely destroy each other.

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[nothingbutimagines]

Hideaway (Peter Parker)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Platonic!Avengers

Warning: a bit of fluff, sassy Steve Rogers and Reader

Summary: Snowed in and with a free day without any work to do, Peter and Y/n decide to create a fort in the common room, leading to many antics and many complaints from the other avengers they share the living space with.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: On the fifth day of ficmas my writer gave to me another Peter Parker fluffy fic. Once again, as always, happy holidays and keep an eye out for the many fics to come. I love you all and you always inspire me to write some of my best work. 

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You groaned, flopping down onto the couch between Peter and Steve, allowing your arms to hit them both in the chest as you sprawled out across them. 

Both ignored you, Peter playing on his phone while Steve read a book quietly. 

You groaned once more, flailing your arms a bit again to gain their attention, hoping one, if not both, would pay attention to you. 

“Okay, what’s wrong?” Steve asked, shutting his book as he looked at you, a brow raised.

“I’m bored.” You whined, only to receive an eye roll from Steve as Peter chuckled in your ear. 

“Then go do something. I think there’s some puzzles in the tv stand.”

“I hate to break it to you, Stevie, but only you old men like puzzles.”

“What have I told you about calling me and other people nicknames they don’t like?”

“It’s condescending and rude.” You rolled your eyes as you spoke. “But I think your suggestion was condescending and rude, so it’s only fair.”

“Yeah,” Peter added, looking up from his phone, “You gotta cancel it out, like PEMDAS.”

Steve rolled his eyes, opening his book once more. “Maybe you both could go outside, get some fresh air.”

“I think it’s only 20 degrees outside, Mr. Rogers.” Peter replied politely. 

“Well, if you two can’t find something to do, I’m sure we can probably put together a whole list of chores for you to do.” 

You scrambled to get up off the couch, landing on your feet and holding out your hand to Peter. 

“Come along, Peter. We have a puzzle to do.” 

“Bug, I don’t want to do a puzzle. Can’t we do something else?” He asked, taking your hand while he stood up and followed you out of the living room. 

“Like what? Clean the compound?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder at him as you walked down the hallway. “Besides, it doesn’t even need that much cleaning.” 

“You can’t even see the floor in your room!” 

“I said the compound didn’t need cleaning, not my personal space. Also, it’s not that bad. It’s an organized mess.” 

“Do you even remember what color your carpet is?”

“I think it’s red?” 

“Is that a question or a statement?” Peter asked before shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter anyway, because you’re wrong. It’s grey like everyone else’s.”

“I bet your room isn’t as clean as you think.” You argued. 

“Actually, I think it is.” 

Peter pulled your arm, causing you to stop before passing his bedroom. He opened the door and walked in, dragging you along with him. 

You looked around the room, noticing that the room was spotless, except for a single jacket sitting on a chair. 

“I guess I stand corrected.” 

“You guess?” Peter rolled his eyes as he took a seat down on his bed. “Hey, I have an idea, we should make a pillow and blanket fort.”

“That would be so cool! Let’s use your sheets though because I honestly don’t know where I last saw mine.”

“And you say you live in an ‘organized mess.’“

“Oh, shut up and just help me collect some pillows and blankets.” You shushed him, starting to take pillows and blankets off of the bed. “I say we should make our fort in the living room. I want to bother Steve.” 

“You always want to bother him. Why can’t we just do it in here?”

“Because we need the couch cushions and I wanna watch tv in the fort.” 

“You only want to piss off Mr. Rogers, you mean.”

“I guess that too.” You shrugged, laying out a blanket on the ground and putting the rest of the blankets and the pillows on it. 

“Hey,” Peter smiled, making his way towards you, “come here.”

You turned around, allowing him to approach you as he rested his hands on your hips and kiss you softly. You hummed quietly, melting into him before pulling away and taking in a deep breath, your hands resting on his chest. 

“Let’s go. We’ve got a fort to build.” 

You turned around taking two corners of the blanket into your hand and dragged it into the hallway, your back turned to the door as you faced Peter. You turned into the hall, pulling the blanket as you made sure the pillows didn’t fall. 

“Oh, watch it, kid.” Tony stated as you bumped into him. “What are you doing?”

You turned around, putting your hands behind you as you gripped the blanket tightly. “Getting supplies together for a pillow fort.” 

“And where are you building said fort?”

“Living room.” 

“You guys need any help?”

“No, I think we got it, right, Peter?” You looked at Peter, nodding at him as he nodded back, gathering up the other side of the blanket into his own hands. 

“Right, Bug.” 

“I guess I’ll leave you two to it, then. Have fun.” 

“We always do.” You nodded, dragging the blanket along with Peter down the hall quickly, squeezing past Tony. 

“I really thought we were about to be in trouble there.” Peter spoke up as you entered the living room. 

“Why would we be? The only time I’ve ever been in trouble with Tony was when I accidentally started that small fire in the lab.” 

“Uh, I think it was more than just a small fire. It took up one corner of the lab.” 

“At least I put it out. You just stood there and watched.” 

“Well, I’m sorry if I was panicking! I’ve never witnessed a fire in person!” Peter groaned, dropping his end of the blanket as you entered the living room. 

You dropped your end as well, brushing your hands together before motioning for Peter to come over towards you.

“Come help me move this table.” You instructed. 

You bent over, taking the side of the coffee table you were on as Peter took the other side, helping you drag the coffee table out of the way. You then pushed the couch Steve wasn’t sitting on back.

“Okay, I think we’re ready to put the fort together.” You looked at Peter, who nodded. 

“Why don’t we use the red blanket to go from the couch to the tv?” Peter asked, pulling the blanket out from the pile, “Since it’s the biggest one.” 

“Perfect. And then we can use the grey one to go from that couch to the other one and then in between we can make that the entrance.” 

“I like that idea, let’s do it.” 

You helped Peter first take the cushions off of the couch, tossing them onto the floor before helping him drape the red blanket over the couch and tv before moving onto the other couch, carefully draping the grey blanket over the red one and then over the couch, trapping Steve under the blanket. 

“Y/n...” 

“Steve...” 

“You could have asked me to move.”

“I didn’t feel like it.” You shrugged. “But if you don’t want to be part of the fort building, just say it.”

“I’m going to go make some coffee.” Steve pulled the blanket off of him and got off the couch, putting the blanket back down onto the couch before leaving the room. 

“What’s with you and Mr. Rogers anyway?” Peter asked as he crawled into the fort, starting to organize the cushions. 

“Steve just annoys me sometimes. He’s always all work and no play and it’s boring.”

“You know, if you found something in common, you might actually get along.” 

“Steve likes puzzles and hard candy. He’s like my grandpa and I have nothing in common with him besides blood.” 

You shrugged, picking up the last of the blankets and starting to create the rest of the walls and entrance before grabbing a notepad off of the tv stand and writing a sign for the entrance and tacking it up. 

“I thought you liked seeing your grandpa.” Peter said, poking his head out fo the fort to look at you as you put the last blanket up. 

“I do, but he’s my grandpa. Steve’s just... Steve. Why can’t you just let me tease him?”

Peter shrugged. “I don’t know. Can you hand me the rest of the pillows?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded, handing him the last of the pillows. “Here.” 

You climbed in as you grabbed the rest of the pillows, looking around the fort. 

Peter had arranged the cushions into small couches and mattresses and used some blankets for the little bed covers. 

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” You giggled, closing the entrance blanket behind you. 

“Thank you. I was going for a very contemporary look for the living space as well as an American color scheme.” Peter explained, as if he was a true interior designer. “Blue and red look very good together, almost complementary in a way. It also helps bring a contrast with the white rug, which I think was a very bold choice when you have children living in the home.”

You laughed, giving him a nudge. “I am honestly surprised we’ve never spilled anything in here.”

“I don’t know why. Mr. Stark has a very strict no food policy for anyone under 35.” 

“I cannot wait to turn 35 then.” You smiled. 

You leaned forward, giving him a quick kiss before he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in his embrace and pulling you down to the floor with him. You squealed as he rolled you both over before covering your face in kisses and laughing along with you. 

“Am I allowed into your fortress?” 

You looked up to see Thor peering at you two from the entrance way, a bright smile on his face. 

“Only if you can answer this one question,” You smiled, “Would you do it for the vine?”

“I believe so, yes.” Thor nodded proudly. 

“Perfect. Come on in, Thunderboy.” 

Thor crawled in, laughing as he looked at Peter. “I love it when she calls me that.”

Peter laughed and leaned back into the side of the couch as you both watched Thor pull a package of Pop Tarts from his pocket. 

“Care for a treat?” He asked, breaking off small pieces and holding them out to you. “I won’t tell Metal Man you ate in here.” 

“Well, don’t mind if I do.” You beamed, taking the pieces from Thor and popping them into your mouth. 

“Hey,” Steve bent over, mug in hand as he peered into the fort entrance at you, “I thought the sign said ‘no one over 35 allowed.’ Thor’s like 1,000 years old.”

“Actually, I am 1,500 year old, Steven.” Thor interjected.

“Yeah, Steven, Thor’s 1,500 years old.” You replied, gazing up at Steve. ”Thor’s allowed in because when asked if he would do it for the vine, he said yes.” 

Thor chuckled, looking at Steve. “I’m not even exactly sure what ‘the vine’ is, but my answer had those two very pleased.”

“I see.” 

“Hey, Peter, doesn’t this fort have a no loser allowed rule?” You asked, turning to the boy beside you.

“It sure has a open door policy for bratty little girls, though.” Steve argued. 

“I think you’ve overstayed your welcome. Goodbye, Steve.” You leaned forward, closing the entrance to the fort. 

“Yes, Goodbye, Steven!” Thor added happily as you giggled, falling back into the larger man.

[sadweatherchildren]

if i’m using a handsaw (dangerous) or standing on one foot (dangerous) then using a handsaw while standing on one foot should cancel out like pemdas.

[sandersgrey]

I think nds who feel too much and nds who feel too little should form an emotion exchange program. If we all organize we can cancel this out like PEMDAS

[lowkeyorloki]

hello it’s BC anon I feel less confident about my Jane theory today but also I sort of feel like you’re trying to throw me off which makes me more confident about the theory🤨 so essentially I Do Not Know! I would give more evidence to support it but I feel like cass really just gave the best evidence there is and said it all like there’s really nothing else I could possibly say??? But anyway I will say this since Loki is obviously gonna be Going Through It and because fatherhood is a big part of the chapter I think those two will connect. Seeing Jane (someone Loki loves) getting pregnant so soon after Loki gets his heart broken will HURT and I feel like it’ll add to his inner turmoil bc obviously he wants so support thor and Jane he loves them and he’s so happy for them but it’s gonna make him think about kids w y/n and that’s gonna eat him up inside and he’s gonna feel like he’s not being happy enough for his family and that’s gonna eat him up inside. Anyway maybe Jane is not pregnant also I realize now I thought both y/n and Jane were pregnant so maybe I need to psychoanalyze myself I really hope I’m not projecting or something bc I am literally 21 years old so I better not secretly want to be pregnant or something

LMAO this is pemdas you know. The confidence and the confusion cancel out and you're just left with a blank space (mind?). But you are SO right that Cass gave the best piece of evidence like. I'll torture Loki and y/n all day every day in ANY of my fics but I will not put Narvi through it!! I will do the opposite. I will give him the bestest life I can 🥺

I LOVE all the points you make especially the one about Loki feeling like he isn't happy enough for his family. I think I've briefly mentioned that before but it's definitely explored in the Loki chapter. It's hard for Loki because he loves Narvi so much, but until y/n came along, he didn't have any close relationships outside his immediate family. Of course he's going to feel unfulfilled to some degree - which makes him feel bad because what father thinks that? Loki has to work on understanding it's okay to want and pursue things for himself even though he is a father. He's allowed to have his own thing (no matter what that is). I think y/n citing Loki's smaller amount of time spent with Narvi might have (unintentionally) validated this idea that Narvi trumps all. Which, to be clear, is true - Narvi IS Loki's #1 priority, as any child should be. But that frame of thinking doesn't have to be around the clock. It isn't Narvi or adult relationships outside of the family unit, it's the question of how to make those two things work together. I think these are situations Loki hasn't had time to think about for a plethora of reasons.

And do not worry BC anon I am also 21 (barely I turned 21 not even three months ago) and I can semi confidently say you probably don't secretly want to pregnant. I also had to sit down and ask myself that when I started this story at 19 years old and plotted it out bc I was like. Why am I focusing on this as someone who NEVER wants kids of her own and also has historically refused to write anything regarding pregnancy. Is this my brain telling me I want this???? I especially worried about it because I had to do a lot of research on pregnancy for the y/n reveal just to be sure I was alluding to things that could or couldn't point to her being pregnant. That late night research resulted in like two pregnancy dreams for me and I HATED it but I was so scared it meant something. I mean, it did mean something: it meant I was doing my research way too close to bedtime lmao. But yeah I wouldn't worry too much... you're just picking up on the clues I left that could very well mean your theory is correct ;)

[escapewriter]

pairing : yunho x reader

synopsis : yunho’s new school life isn’t as simple as it seems

genre : angst, school au, hella sarcasm tho

word count : 2.3k

warnings : lying lol, a bit dramatic too ngl

song playing : lie to me by 5sos (inspired)

a/n : i split these into two parts. the first part i wrote was early mornings or christmas at like 2am. second part i finished the whole thing at 1:30-2am. its always the time that plays a roll in these fics i swear. anyway, i guess its kinda sad? the sarcasm kinda cancels it out cuz pemdas but i hope you guys enjoy it lol. also this isnt proof read cuz i JUST finished it.

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NOTE : italics is like the events that happened and the regular font is what yunho is thinking ig lol

“Alright, I got a question for you.” Yunho turned his head on the backpack he was laying on to look up at you sitting against the wall, “Have you ever felt, ya know, loved?” There was a slight pause in the air as he sat up, leaning on his forearms while making some sort of ‘tsk’ sound.

“Ha okay okay, next question, do you think about it? Like what it feels like?” He hummed, not knowing how to answer the question. Instead, he wondered how you came up with it in the first place. Were you going through something?

“You good there? You’re not sounding too well.”

“Oh shut up, its a genuine question because I have never seen you in a relationship.”

Yunho scoffed and lied down again, thinking about how ridiculous you sound, “Okay first of all, I’ve only known you for, what? Like 2 months? And second of all, I don’t need to be in a relationship to know what it’s like to feel loved.”

“Cap. There’s a difference between family love and relationship love. And how dare you criticize our 2 month long friendship? You know I’d do anything for you.”

His ears perked up, thinking about what you would do for him. “Anything, you say?” You hummed, taking a bite out of your sandwich. “Alright then, do this for me. Anytime I tell you to lie to me or if I ask if you love me, you say ‘I love you’, and then, maybe, I’ll be able to answer your question. Simple, right?”

But it wasn’t that simple at all, because before he knew it, Yunho just dug his own grave.

Oh yeah totally, that’s already a red flag right there and he knew that but he did it anyway which was the problem. He was hoping that you would show him what it was like to feel loved, and honestly, it actually worked. But that’s not the point here.

The point is, Yunho is having a whole story narration in his head and he isn’t even talking in first person. That’s the point.

But as he continues to think - and also continues to talk in third person - maybe he should be starting from the top. Obviously that whole picture reenactment scene was how it started, but he’s going to dive down deeper. Going back to two months before that scene, so buckle up, it’s going to be a hell of a ride.

Yunho sighed, staring at the building in front of him. He wasn’t sure why his parents decided to suddenly make him move schools, he was perfectly fine with the one he was at before. He dreaded to go in as he didn’t want to ask anyone for directions to the location of the office. Gosh, making friends will be even more difficult for him.

Taking a deep breath, he managed to take the big step of walking through the gates as he made his way through the hallways, all while attempting to avoid eye contact with anyone who looked his way - except everyone was in class already. However, after roaming the hallways, Yunho managed to locate the administration office.

Okay pause. He didn’t mean to get that into detail. Come on Yunho, speed it up a bit will ya? Again with the third person, really?

After speaking with the principal and getting situated with his class schedule, Yunho was assigned a particular student, aka you. What you instructed by the principle was to get him comfortable with his surroundings and fellow classmates. You were honestly dreading this because you didn’t want to have to babysit the new kid, and quite frankly, Yunho didn’t want a babysitter either. But the universe has its ways because there you two were, just two months later, eating your lunch and talking about love.

“Woah there, what? You call that simple?” Yunho simply shrugged his shoulders without a care in the world. “Yunho, wouldn’t it be better to hear it from someone who means it?”

Well, now that he thinks about it, yeah it would, but he can’t turn back time.

“I mean, I guess but either way, it’s nice to hear it, even if it feels empty, it feels good. Ya know? Like someone appreciates you.” He didn’t know what he was saying or why he was saying it, but all he knew was that he wanted to hear it from you and only you.

Maybe that’s when he knew he started to develop feelings for you. He only wanted you to say certain things to him and only him, but he knew they were empty. And it also felt good to be impulsive for reasons like this:

Yunho called for your attention away from your phone. You looked at him as he leaned on his forearms again shooting you a smirk, “Lie to me.” You hesitated, thinking that it was wrong, but it was also something he asked you to do for him. But it wasn’t like you haven’t said those three empty words before, he just doesn’t know who YOU are yet.

You gave him a soft smile, “I love you.”

So, at that point on, it was a sealed deal for the two of you. There weren’t any dates, no gifts, no anniversaries, just plain ‘I love you’s’ that you’d only say when he asked. It was a secret that no one knew about, and there were more secrets too, but he’ll get to that later. But either way, it was stupid of him to get involved, right? Why is he asking, no one’s listening to him anyway. Just continue the story Yunho.

Time began to pass as Yunho continued to dig his hole of death.

Or just continued to fall in love with you - in case no one understood. Again, who is he talking to?

The only times you ever hung out with Yunho were during the many classes you had together and lunch. Everyone knew you were table partners and lunch buddies, but because Yunho didn’t have that many friends - or just no friends except you - he didn’t hear about any rumors of you. No one was able to warn him about you.

No, it’s not a kdrama where the main lead or second lead is the bad guy or the ‘heartbreaker’.

You were never good at love. You were good at faking it, per say, but any relationship you were in, you could never find yourself to actually fall for the other person who did. It frustrated you more than anything because all of your exes are amazing people and deserve more. But because you couldn’t feel that love spark, you just lied to them in fear of hurting them without saying those three words back. You were a liar.

But times were different with Yunho. The obvious reason that he asked you to lie to him about loving him. It felt violating because it was something you weren’t exactly used to. Sure you’ve said it many times without meaning, but this time, it was just different, and maybe you did find yourself actually putting meaning to it after some time.

But it only got worse the second your friend found out.

“You’re kidding, right?” You shook your head. “Oh my god, and you agreed?” In disbelief, your friend couldn’t process what he was hearing right now. The shock immediately vanished as an evil smirk rose onto his lips, “So just to clarify, you don’t like this Yunho dude, correct?”

Well, they didn’t call you the liar for nothing.

“No, I don’t like him.” His smirk only got wider as you tried to hide the distasteful look on your face when you heard his next words.

“Let’s make a bet. You actually get him to fall in love with you just by saying those words, but you can’t fall for him.”

“Hmm, seems easy enough.”

He laughed softly, “Well of course it is, but the only catch is that you have until the rest of the school year to do it, and that’s only what, three months?” You purse your lips, thinking about the time you had, and also the fact that you were actually going along with this.

Well one thing’s for sure, you’re a liar AND a people pleaser.

“Okay, that all?”

“Wow? Taking it on so quickly, huh? Well then, I’ll add something justtt in case. If you do fall for him, and I honestly don’t think you will, I’ll give you a pass…” You let out a breath of relief, “Only if you ghost him.” Immediately, you looked down at the table you two were sitting at. You faintly hear him call out your name, “It’s only fair. And if you don’t ghost him, I’ll tell him about the bet. Deal?”

“No reward or anything if one of us wins?”

“Well if you win, I’ll get you that antique vinyl record you said your mom has been dying for. As for me, I already get my reward if you fall for him.”

“And what reward is that exactly?”

He smiled evilly, “To see you suffer the consequences.”

Yunho did not know why you took that bet, he left right after he found out. He couldn’t stand to be in your presence or even have the patience to believe a word you said. And he had every right to. But it’s not everyday you hear someone ask another to lie about loving them. So, as he said, he just kept digging because as time continued and you two talked, he always got those three words from you.

“Do you love me?”

“I love you Yunho.”

You don’t.

“You going to lie to me today?”

“I love you.”

You still don’t.

“Okay, I’ll see you at lunch, bye.”

“Bye, I love you.”

Maybe you do. He doesn’t know anymore. Gosh, how did everything even get so messy for him? It was just a simple thing to ask; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. And to think he truly trusted your words when he confessed.

You heard Yunho call for you after the final bell. You were quickly making your way to the bus stop to head home before getting stopped by him. “I need to ask you something or, er, tell you something.” Your heart pounded in your ears as you processed nothing he was saying, only reading his lips when he said the words back to you for the first time. The ringing in your ear subsided as he looked at you with hopeful eyes, “I want you to answer me honestly. Do you love me?”

Your mind went back to the bet with your friend. You technically won but also lost, and you didn’t know what to do, so you did the opposite of what you do best, you gave him the honest truth, “I love you.”

At that time, Yunho was as happy as he ever could be, except it came crashing down the second you left to catch the bus. He, unfortunately, met your friend, who then told him everything. Honestly, he thought it was unfair how your friend didn’t play by the rules of the bet, but it didn’t matter at the time because he was hurt. Based on the rules of the bet, if you did love him, you would have to ghost him, and you haven’t, so that only means one thing, right?

Yeah, yeah he knows he shouldn’t jump to conclusions but it was a moment of weakness. He confessed, thought he got everything he has ever wanted since he transferred to that school, then immediately found out it was all lies. Oh and that’s not all, it wasn’t the bet your friend only mentioned. It was your whole reputation, and Yunho had no idea how he didn’t find out sooner about this.

Maybe he does know who he’s talking to. Himself, he thinks.

He couldn’t let this information slide, so he texted you that evening to meet up to ask you about it.

He was standing outside your gate as you emerged from the comfort of your home, “Hey Yunho, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“I know.”

You knew what he was talking about the second those words came out of his mouth. Your friend had texted you, telling you that he told Yunho, but you had thought he was playing around. Why would your friend betray you like that? No, why would you even agree to that stupid bet in the first place? But you played dumb.

“What do you mean?”

“Cut the crap, I know about the bet.”

Your heart sank as no words left your open mouth. He scoffed, “Well at least that confirms everything.” He turned to leave.

“Wait, Yunho stop.” He didn’t listen and continued to walk away from you as you quickly tried to keep up with him in the cool air. “Yunho please, just wait a second.” He stopped in his tracks, breathing heavily as you saw the warm air float into the cool night air.

Softly, he said your name, “Just lie to me, please.”

You heard his voice crack, eyes pricking with tears. “Yunho, don’t.”

Quickly on his heels, he turned to look at you, hot tears streaming down his face. He says your name again, “I asked you to lie to me, just do it.”

You hesitate, feeling weak seeing him broken and vulnerable like this in front of you, “I hate you, Yunho.”

One thing Yunho asks himself as he sits in his room, still recovering from what happened that evening, would it still be simple if none of this happened? He doesn’t know because he was an idiot for asking you to do such a thing. But then again, you were always good at lying. So who knows, maybe if the circumstances were different and he confessed, maybe you would still lie about those three words like before.

However, he can’t help but think to give you a second chance, but would it be simple?