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KS Chapter 28 Ending

I was confused as most people are over the ending of the most recent chapter, but after going back through it a couple times, I think the part with Seungbae balancing on the pole was a flashback that takes place prior to the bar scene with him interrogating Bum. Just before it switches to that flashback scene, we see him balancing on his tip-toes behind the bathroom stall door, which just saved his skin from being caught by Sangwoo. We know that if Seungbae so much as tilted just a little bit, he would have bumped into the door and alerted Sangwoo of his presence. 

After this, it transmissions to the flashback. His training with balancing on the pole paid off for him in that moment.

Well. Guess he must be glad to have been so prepared now.

anonymous asked:

hii! could you do a blurb or billet points of shawn's s/o being short? like 5'4? i love your writing xx

I relate to this way too much because I’m short as hell myself. 

Short S/O includes: 

  • Can’t reach the top shelf? He’s got you covered. Maybe you’re stubborn (like me) and you try to get it yourself anyways, but he’d just roll his eyes and get it down for you. 
  • “You just gotta ask, babe.” 
  • The shit he would give you sometimes for being so short. You know he’s joking, but he gives you a hard time about it every now and then.
  • Especially when he uses you as an armrest.
  • Standing on your tip toes to kiss him while he leans down to kiss you. 
  • When you put your arm around his back but your hand always ends up on his ass (he doesn’t mind).  
  • Being lifted off the ground when he hugs you.
  • Or laying your head against his chest when you hug. 
  • Wrapping his arms around you in general. 
  • Heels. Lots of heels. 
  • The combination of cute and sexy he’d think you are. Because yes, he’d think you’re so fucking cute, but once you give him that look or wear that  short little dress he likes, it’s game over
  • All of Shawn’s shirts are dresses on you. All of them. And he loves to see you wear just his shirt.
  • You can’t lose him in a crowd because hello he’s a tree. 

anonymous asked:

A thing that bugs me in a lot of stories is that the easily hateable, racist, misogynistic/sexist people are caucasian. I see that a lot, yet I never see the POC being the aggressors towards other races. It doesn't have to be hating on whites, but I literally had an asshole apologize to me when he accused me of being racist because I told him I was partially cherokee. He literally said, and I quote: "Only white guys can be racist" WELL BUCKO, THAT'S RACIST, AND YOU AIN'T WHITE.

i think it’s because writers are afraid of being accused of poor representation if they dont make a bigoted character white, but if they want to avoid the accusations they need to balance out that character or better yet, OUTNUMBER THAT CHARACTER with a fuck ton of characters of color that arent prejudiced but still have flaws. it’s a line writers are still trying to tip-toe out of since a lot of poc representation in media isnt,,,,, all that great.

PSA about ADHD

✦ADHD is not a personality quirk

- some things that tag along with ADHD are:

        ~sensory processing disorder

        ~executive dysfunction

        ~poor fine motor skills

        ~sensory overloads (that lead to meltdowns)

        ~sensory seeking (self stimming)

        ~hyperfixations

        ~moderate to severe memory problems

        ~Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria- is an extreme emotional sensitivity and emotional pain triggered by the perception that one is being rejected, teased, or criticized. The emotional response is complete with suicidal ideation and people suffering from RSD often get misdiagnosed with serious personality disorders. RSD is only seen in people with ADHD and the emotional sensitivity/reaction is much more severe than that of a neurotypical person.

✦Some other “fun” ADHD things! 

          ~inability to regulate emotions

          ~no concept of time

          ~noticeable public stimming (resulting in stares from neurotypicals) 

          ~no impulse control

          ~insomnia

          ~listen but cannot absorb what is being said 

          ~no volume control 

          ~increased inability to focus when emotional

          ~difficulty stopping a task and transitioning to the next 

          ~social anxiety

          ~higher levels on generalized anxiety

          ~extremely forgetful 

          ~”all or nothing” mentality  

@ neurotypicals- some things to be aware of: 

- you cannot hyperfixate. only people who are neurodivergent can hyperfixate. please don’t use that word when describing your latest obsession :-)

- please don’t stare at neurodivergent people who are stimming in public

- be respectful of those who actually need fidget toys so they can subtly stim in public 

- if we forget something you tell us it is not because we don’t care, we just have a million other thoughts racing through our mind and no way to filter through them. 

- please be gentle with us. no don’t tip toe around us and treat us like we aren’t human, but be aware that even offhand comments can trigger RSD. no we aren’t being too sensitive, our brains are wired differently than yours

Some of my favorite boy things™

When they stretch their arms up and their shirt raises so you can see a bit of their tummy
When you can see their binders under their tank top/shirt/hoodie/whatever
Face stubble
Side burns
When they have long hair they must tie up in order to keep it out of their face while theyre doing something
Boys with long hair in general
When you can see their boxers from under their shorts
When theyre so smol they must stand on their tip toes to kiss you
When theyre so tol they have to bend hella down to kiss you
Long eyelashes
When they have squishy tummies, thighs, arms, etc.
The smell of their cologne
When you’re cold so they give you their hoodie/jacket and you get to steal it
Their messy, soft hair
Their *insert amount of time* on T update
When they roll up their sleeves
How happy and calm they get when you pet their hair
Their soft moans when you make out with them or do other things to them
When they run their fingers through your hair as they kiss you
The dark circles under their eyes
Their freckles
Their grayish blue eyes
When they’re the big spoon
The way you can backpack (be the big spoon even if you’re smaller) them
When their chests are soft and you can use them as a pillow
When they actually know how to fuckin kiss
When they’re really loud and rough sounding most of the time but when talking to you alone have a really soft and calming voice
Their deep voices
Their high pitched voices
Their voices
When as soon as you ask them to stop touching/hitting on you for any reason at all they step off
How warm they are
How cold they are
How handsome they are
How cute they are
How gorgeous they are
How they are
I just
Love boys
So much

(Also yes of course this goes for trans boys, nonbinary boys, cis boys, all boys. If you are any type of boy I love you and this goes for you)

Almost.

Extra Flustered

Pairing: Peter Parker x stark!Reader

Warnings: Sexual themes

Summary: Part 2 of Flustered! Peter gets his revenge and you were not prepared.

Part 1 Part 3

Peter Parker had been eventually found and by your dad no less. Luckily it had been an hour or so and that meant no evidence of the real reason Spidey was webbed to the ground was found. Also lucky for you, Peter didn’t rat you out. He just said he had had a mishap. This caused incessant teasing from the team but he never told them. He would only look at you and smirk.

You had been laying low for a few days and trying to prepare for his revenge. But as days passed it seemed as if he had either let it go or forgot about you. You thought that that couldn’t be true; if anything you were memorable in that way. He probably remembered it every night when he was alone in his room. You smirked at that thought. 

You were tip toeing into the kitchen to grab some juice. You peaked around the corner and the coast was clear so you made your way to the fridge. You opened it and were trying to decide which you wanted; the perk of living with lots of people and a dad with lots of money is the variety of juice options. You were standing there digging through the fridge not paying attention to anything around you. So you didn’t notice the quiet footsteps approaching you. Suddenly you were spun around and pressed against the wall.

“What the heck- Oh, Peter hello.”  You said with a smile when you saw the familiar brown eyes staring back at you. You looked him up and down admiring the view, you also saw the glint in his eyes and the mischief in his smirk. “To what do I owe the pleasure.”

“I think you know why I’m here.”  He whispered in your ear. He leaned back and took his turn to look you up and down. He bit his lip before looking back up into your eyes.  You blushed when you remembered you were wear only short pajama bottoms and a tank top. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”  You decided to play innocent.  you widened your eyes and fluttered you lashes to complete the effect.

“Well, let me remind you then.”

I’d like to see you tr-”  You were quickly interrupted by Peter spreading your legs with his knee and pinning your hands above your head. He attached his mouth to your neck and started to make delicious friction with his knee. You sharply inhaled and closed your eyes.

“I see you’re starting to remember.” He mumbled against your jaw.

“I-I m-might need a little more to jog my memory.” You stuttered out breathless.  Slowly his lips gravitated towards yours. They ghosted over each other barely touching. You tried leaning closer needing them to touch. He continued to grind his knee causing your legs to shake and a moan to escape your lips. You then heard footsteps and Peter’s warmth went completely away from you. You stood there breathing heavy and cheeks ruddy.

“Looks like this session is up, see you next time.” He gave you a large cocky smile and rushed out of the kitchen. With a heaving chest and a daze you saw your dad walk in.

“Hey honey, was that Peter I heard? What did he say to you, you look pretty mad.” Your father mistook your flushed face and heavy breathing as rage.  This made you blush more.

“Y-yeah, you know how infuriating that boy is.” You scurried off before he could piece together the real reason you were such a mess and notice the probable red marks on your neck.

You definitely remembered now.

Insecure (Peter Parker x Reader)


Authors note: this was requested by the lovley @signethatsmelol, also I hate myself bc I turned my precious babies against each other for the sake of fiction

Warning(s): some swearing, violence, angst BUT DW BC FLUFF AT THE END

Something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Maybe it was the unusual silence of the school halls after class or the fact that Peter hadn’t come to find you but something was definitely up.

You frowned as you made your way to your locker, your boyfriend of a year nowhere to be seen.  Opening it up, you loaded in your calculus textbook and a few other things before heading your academic decathlon club. You often found yourself looking forward to your team meets as you’d get to spend more time with your boyfriend, Peter and best friend, Flash.

You’d actually met Peter through Flash, when you’d first joined Midtown high. Flash had been your ‘tour’ guide as such, and he was extremely sweet towards you, he’d made you feel comfortable with the move to a new high school and even invited you to the team’s first meet of the year, although he was very flirtatious and you weren’t into that. Peter had joined the meet a little later than it had started because of his Stark internship and it was pretty much love at first sight from then on.

You’d grown to love his little stammer every time he talked to you, and that blush that spread from his cheeks to his neck every time you held his hand in public. You could even say you loved Peter Parker . That’s why you were so worried when he hadn’t come to meet you, the pair of you were inseparable so you knew something was wrong.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as your friend Michelle came running towards you, panic etched across her features. “Michelle?” You asked, turning from your locker to face her, concern stitched into your voice. She was hunched over, hands gripping  her knees as she struggled to catch her breath.

“I-it’s Peter” she began, drawing herself upwards. “He’s gotten into another fight”

Your eyes widened as she spoken, you slammed your locker shut as the curly haired girl lead you towards the fight. Within a matter of minutes, you found yourself behind a large gathering of people, formed into a circle. People were cheering and filming the ordeal. Hurriedly, you pushed your way through the bands of people, trying to get a better look at the scene.

“Excuse me, sorry. Pardon me”

What you saw after weaving your way through the crowds made your heart drop. Your friend, Flash and your boyfriend Peter.

They were currently standing opposite each other, faces swollen and bruised. Flash had clearly gotten the brute end of it, and looked like he was on his last legs. Peter on the other hand looked significantly less injured and you knew in that moment he had been the one to start the fight. You knew Flash had picked on Peter, that’s what made it hard to maintain your friendship with him but you never thought Peter would lash out on him like this.

“Say that again, I dare you” you heard Peter spit, bouncing his fist up and down menacingly. Through the pain, you could see Flash draw his lips into a cruel smirk.

“She doesn’t want you, she never has. She’s only with you to get back at me”

That was all it took for Peter to launch himself at Flash, you covered your eyes and bit your now quivering lip, as you heard the pair’s grunts of pain. You knew know that this wasn’t some stupid spat between boys.

This was about you.

Opening your eyes, you rushed out into the circle, the cheers from the crowd only sky rocketing. At this point, both boys were at either side of the circle, you rushed between them in an attempt to stop the violence. “Stop it!” You yelled breathlessly, looking between them. “Just stop it! You’re hurting each other!”

Both boys fixed their posture before looking at you. You stared Peter down, meeting his gaze with a confused look, you could see the guilt swirling in his eyes. Your attention was stolen, when Flash begun to speak up. “Get outta the way (Y/N), I gotta let this punk have it

Don’t talk to her like that” Peter seethed back. You shook your head, begging yourself not to cry as the two boys you cared about glared and growled at each other. You could see that Peter was tired and could tell that he was feeling guilty.

“Leave it Flash” you called out as he tried to advance. You turned to your boyfriend and grabbed him then by the wrist trying to get him out of there. You pulled him into a guest toilet and locked the door behind you. You sat him down on the lid of the toilet,  grabbing some tissue and running it under some cold water before pressing the compress to his bruised knuckles.

“What the fuck was that Peter?” You said, as you worked in silence. Peter could only watch as you moved about, making more compresses for his cuts before they bruised.

“I’m sorry” the brunette boy whispered, not meeting your eyes as you inspected his face. You paused, looking into his chocolatey orbs, anger swirling in them.

You’re sorry?!” You yelled, your calm facade breaking down. This wasn’t the first time Peter had gotten into a fight over you, in fact, they’d been happening a lot more recently. You’ve never mentioned it to him before, at first you thought he was being over protective, but now you could tell it was much more serious. “Sorry doesn’t cut it Peter! Do you know how many times I’ve had to pull you out of these situations? Do you know how many times I’ve had to save your ass from being beaten into the ground? Do you know how much that scares me? I don’t know what’s going on with you Peter but you need to sort this out.”

Your boyfriend flinched at every word you spoke, as if he was being

sprayed by acid. He knew what you were saying was true, but he couldn’t help it.

“Peter, I love you!” You cried out, as he gazed at you intently. “But you can’t keep fighting people over me! Flash is one of my best friends, and to see you both almost kill each other out there breaks my heart! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but if it keeps happening, I don’t know if I can stay”

This time, Peter’s head snapped up, looking you directly in the eyes. “W-what are you - are you saying?” he whispered, voice low and uneven. He was standing now, and you could see his body shaking.

“I’m saying that maybe…” you sighed, backing away from Peter. “We should…take a break?”

“No!“Peter practically screamed, his voice cracking as he did so.

In the dim light of the bathroom, you could see his eyes glaze over as his body begun to shake. “P-please”

Peter…

“I meant it when I said I was sorry” he tried, his voice betraying him. “I don’t know what came over me, F-flash was just saying these awful things about you, a-about us and I began to doubt myself”

You neared your sobbing boyfriend, immediately feeling guilting for suggesting that you end things. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to rest on your shoulder as he cried. “T-they say I don’t deserve you, all the guys. T-they say you’re too good for me… and it’s true”.

You stroked his hair softly as he let out his emotions. You never knew that he’d felt this way, that this could have ever been the reason for his outbreak. That Peter Parker was insecure.

Baby no” you whispered but he didn’t stop there.

“You’re the kindest and sweetest soul and I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you. You’ve been with me through everything and I-I’m just… Peter” he hiccuped, pulling away from you with bleary eyes. “P-please don’t leave me, you’re everything I have”

“Peter…” you sighed, holding him close until he’d calmed down. “I-I’ll never leave you, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry”. You clung to him, trying to tell him that you were there and that you weren’t ever going to let go, you cursed yourself for being such a terrible girlfriend. When you both pulled away, you looked up at Peter, feeling his love for you radiate off of his body. You stood on your tip toes and slowly pressed your lips to his, the taste of his cherry lip balm invading your tongue. His warm and familiar hands snaked their way around your waste, pulling you closer to him. You gripped the collar of his plaid shirt from under his jumper and tugged him towards you, wanting to be as close to him  as possible, wanting him to feel the love you had for him. All of Peter’s insecurities melted away in that moment, he knew that you would never leave him, he knew that you loved him and that none of the other guys meant anything to you, not even Flash.

When you’d both come up for air, a small smile graced your lips. Peter returned your smile, going to bury his head in the crook of your neck again. “I’m so in love with you” he whispered against the  skin of your neck.

“I love you too Pete”

You both stood in silence, holding each other, the only sounds being made were your giggles as Peter pressed kisses to your neck. “I really am sorry about Flash though, I know how much he means to you” Peter spoke, after a few moments.

You rolled your eyes, before ruffling Peter’s hair. “He was an asshole anyways, you’re all that I care about”

You both laughed before you pressed a quick kiss to Peter’s lips, making him blush. “Now we should probably get out of here before people think we’re up to something” you winked at him playfully , as he shook his head at your antics.

Peter only let out a laugh as you pulled away to unlock  the door. You  grinned back at him, admiring his smile, and the way it reached his eyes. You really loved Peter and god help anyone that tried to make your baby insecure again.