#my lunchtable girls

[never-wake-up]

trauma-dumping should be acceptable in certain contexts tbh some people deserve it maybe they'll watch their mouth more

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

NorthShore Nowheres part 1

part 2 || part 3

|| Poly!plastics x fem!reader (bit of Cady x fem!reader) (btw I myself am poly)

|| Warnings: loosely follows the movie musical, with reader being Aaron (slight dialogue changes to fit Y/N), light swearing

|| Summary: you're the leader of the NorthShore Nowheres biker gang/clique. The plastics take an interest in you, but so has Cady...

Requested by Anon!

Requests open!

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The sound of your motorcycle filled the parking lot as you zipped through and parked in your usual spot, taking your helmet off and twisting your head slightly in a way that fixed your hair. For the plastics, who had been watching you from the side steps of the school, time seemed to play in slow motion. Watching as you flick your hair and get off your bike. Your walk radiating pure confidence. The girls shared a look with one another.

"We're all in agreement?" Regina asked her girlfriends, who nodded and looked back at you. Watching as you walked past them, heading up the steps and giving the school's polycue a wink.

You sat in AP Calculus. Not listening to a word Ms Norbury was saying as she stood at the front, hands on her hips and looking out at the rows of students. You simply folded a paper airplane and tossed it at some random kid next to you, making another stifle a laugh as you smirked. The student swatted the paper plane away.

"Y/N L/N." Ms Norbury gave you that signature warning look, which made you roll your eyes and she continued on with her lecture," Chapter one! Limits and their properties. What the heck are limits, you say? If I write out the equation..."

You started zoning out, hand on your chin and elbow on your desk as you stared at the board blankly.

"The limit equals 3." A voice from behind you spoke up, pulling you from your day dreams.

"That's right." Ms Norbury said, sounding surprised. " Let's try another one. Find the value for K for which the following limit exists."

"K equals -3." The girl says again.

"Damn, girl!" Some mathlete kid piped up.

You looked behind at the girl and smirked," Wow. Are you trying to make the rest of us look like dumbasses?"

"No- I'm- I'm not- trying to it's just sort of happening..." She replied, stuttering as she stared at you. Adorable. You laughed.

"Oh? Is that how it is? Okay. Well..." You leaned a little closer," challenge accepted."

You turned around, looking down at your paper with a sigh. The new girl on your mind. Reaching into your bag, you pulled out your pen then gently trailed your hand through your hair as you began working on your paper. Why did you sign up for AP Cal? This class was going to kill you.

Behind you, you heard something fall to the ground and looked to see Cady's pen. You bent down and picked it up, handing it to her with a smile before looking at the board again. You could have sworn you heard music coming from somewhere...

~~~

After school, you were outside with some of your biker gang. Just chatting and hanging out as you fidgeted with your phone. You happened to notice Cady watching you and gave her a small wave. Then turned your attention towards your gang again; when Cady almost got hit by the bus, your eyes widening slightly. You debated going to check on her. But she said that she was okay. Which made you sigh with relief from where you stood a bit away.

~~~

The following day, you and your gang sat at your usual lunchtable. Rough housing with each other, laughing and spreading gossip as you usually do. You glanced over at the plastics table, watching as Regina got up and walked away.

Karen and Gretchen were talking with Cady. "So, have you seen any guys you think are cute yet?" Karen asked.

"Oh, um- not a guy- but well actually there's this girl in my Calculus class." Cady responded.

"Ohhh, a senior! Who is it?" Gretchen replied.

"Ah, Y/N L/N." Cady replied, Karen and Gretchen shared a panicked look.

"You can't like Y/N L/N!" Gretchen said quickly.

"No, no bad, danger." The danger Karen said was loud enough to get your attention, you glanced at them in confusion then rolled your eyes and focused on your group again. Getting shoved by one of your friends who you playfully shoved back and smirked at.

"We're after her so you can't have her." Gretchen states, looking over at you and your gang's table," Crushes are off limits for friends that's just like the rules of feminism."

One of your friends in your gang wrapped an arm around you and started filming a TikTok. Instinctively you winked at the camera then laughed slightly and looked at your friend, who's name was Julia. But no one called her that, pretty much everyone referred to her as Jules. "Jules, girlie. What weird trend are you hoping on now?" You asked with your usual charming smile. Two things you had a reputation for. Being a bad girl. And then your charm, even if you weren't overly popular people still loved you. You just weren't Apex Predator worthy. Possibly like whatever was a few chains down from that, though.

"That one silent review trend. Featuring you." Jules pointed at you and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Definitely tag me in that." She nodded and you gave her shoulder a gentle pat.

~~~

At the end of the day, you and your gang hanged out at your usual bench. With you sprawled out across it and Jules laying across you. You guys were close friends, though there were rumours you were a thing. One of your friends made a joke and you laughed, though it was cut short as the plastics walked over. Regina with her arms folded, Gretchen and Karen following behind.

Regina's intimidation was enough to scare Jules off you (and the rest of your gang). They excused themselves as you sat up, watching the three in confusion. Once again you swore you heard music... with faint jungle sounds?

"Something I can do for you?" You folded your arms, a little annoyed Regina scared off your friends.

"You. Us." Regina gestures to herself, Gretchen and Karen," Date to the movies Friday night. Wear something nice." She looks you up and down, you glance at your baggy jeans and leather jacket before looking at Regina again.

"Is this you inviting me into your polycue?" If you're being honest, you have wanted them for a while. You just didn't want to risk making a fool of yourself. Regina's gaze tells you everything you need to know, so you nod." Alright. Friday night."

Regina smiles and walks over, kissing your cheek before looking towards Cady who had been watching. She beckons Cady over and then walks away from you. Gretchen and Karen linking arms as they giggle, Gretchen sending you a wink. Your face flushes and you look away, making a mental note to be extra careful. The last thing you wanted to do was piss off all three.

~~~

Feedback is welcomed! Probably going to make this a 3 part story (maybe longer depending), each part being about a half an hour chunk of the movie with extra bits added in between. Just so this doesn't become overly long, yk?

[dollywheeler]

September 19th, 1996

Dear diary,

Happy birthday to me!

As far as sweet sixteens go, it wasn't anything spectacular on account of it being a Thursday, but everyone made sure to make it memorable anyway. Dad went into work late so we could have a more luxurious and lazy breakfast than usual, and Nancy called early to wish me a happy birthday.

Whitney and Dylan covered me in glitter and tinsel the second they got into my car - luckily it's just sticky glitter make-up because I would have murdered them if they'd brought loose glitter into my car. Thankfully, they know me well enough not to put me through that torture.

At school, the rest of the cheer team had decorated my locker and tied balloons to our usual lunchtable. Whitney actually baked a cake and it looked and tasted amazing! They're the sweetest friends anyone could ever wish for and I'm so grateful to have them. It's crazy to think I've only been close with them the last couple of years - I feel like we've been friends forever. We've made some amazing memories together.

Danny left us to our make-shift party and though it was thoughtful of him to let us girls alone to celebrate, I missed him being there. I've really been getting used to his presence and it's like every time I see him now, we just have more and more to talk about. It was a lot of fun though, and it was nice to get to focus on just my friends. And in the end, he caught up with me on our way to our English class and he gave me a ribbon for my hair! It's a beautiful baby pink and he even tied it around my pigtails for me. I think I could have died happy on the spot.

I was in such a good mood, I completely forgot we were heading to Mike's class until I sat down at my desk and found an envelope with my name on it. It was obviously Mike's shoddy handwriting, so I looked up involuntarily to catch his eyes, but he was writing something on the board, purposefully not looking at me. He was either nervous or trying to follow my wishes to not interact with him, so I opened it as he started his class without delay.

I was baffled that he'd actually gotten me a birthday gift. I don't think he's given me anything in the last ten years - if ever. The necklace is nice, pretty even, if a little juvenile. Still, it's in my favorite colors, so he must know that much about me. I thanked him after class, and as I don't have art today, asked him to thank Will (and Max) too. He seemed happy I'd accepted the peace offering, but didn't push which I was grateful for.

We had cheer practice after school so we couldn't go to the mall or anything, but I didn't mind. I enjoyed cheer and we still went to get milkshakes after, which is all I really need anyway - milkshakes, a good mix tape to shout along to, and a car full of my favorite people.

Love, Holly

[2dumb2furious]

whats your favorite part of solitaire?

Omg thank you for the question I could talk about it for hours. If you meant part of the plot and not like element of the book I’m sorry.

My favorite part of the book is so hard to say but it has to be the characters and their development. They are just fleshed out and well written. Becky seems like a classic popular girl but no she’s actually a flawed complicated person with both really great sides and really bad sides. Lucas Ryan character is fascinating and also a roller coaster and a half. Tori thinks she doesn’t care about anything and is apathetic to the world but progressively realizing that’s a lie and finding the closest to happiness she has in a while. She’s so much more than your stereotypical depressed teenager. Her inner monologue is so amazing. AND MICHAEL!!! Michael is one of my favorite characters of all time he is so complex and interesting and unlike any other character I’ve read before and also just so relatable to me personally. He’s this eccentric weird guy who does weird things (like doing a one-man flashmob on the lunchtables) and just seems to live in his own little weird sunny bubble and is trying to make Tori less depressed. But no he’s angry at the world. He struggles in school. People think he’s weird and he doesn’t have any friends. He isn’t hanging out with Tori to “help her”, he needs a friend just as much as he can see she needs one. He can’t be normal person to save his life and just always come across to other as if he’s trying too hard. These characters and their relationships to each other are just something you can never stop analyzing once you’ve started.

But I also really the mystery!! I love books with really good mystery books and how Solitaire is built up and progressively goes from feeling like a silly school prank to something actually dangerous is so fascinating. And the writing!!! It’s all just so good.

[warsofasoiaf]

What is your favorite Bashir episode and why is it Inter Arma?

Inter Arms Enim SIlent Leges is a good episode, and one worthy of a full episode analysis given its complex themes regarding patriotism and loyalty. It's my favorite of the "serious" Bashir episodes, but it's not my favorite Bashir episode ever. That belongs to the absolutely delightful Our Man Bashir. During many Bashir episodes, his idealism comes into contrast with pragmatism many times such as with O'Brien in Hippocratic Oath. Bashir as a character has a love of espionage, albeit a very romanticized version, and his idealism comes quickly in contrast when he meets the actual nitty-gritty of espionage in Obsidian Order ex-operative Elim Garak and the terrifying fanatical Section 31. Bashir sees it as an adventure, to fight cartoonish supervillains in the holodeck or spar using dialogue with Garak across the lunchtable. Here, like every holodeck episode, the fun and games have real consequences.

Let's get this out of the way first though, this episode is a comedy and it's a very funny one. Bashir is playing a James Bond-esque adventure clearly modelled after the more gonzo offerings from the Roger Moore era. Holodeck episodes can often be used to create completely ludicrous moments that would simply be out of place in a regular episode (Patrick Stewart's noir dialogue, Brent Spiner in an Old West dress). The actors are clearly enjoying the ridiculousness of the plot and play it to the hilt. Avery Brooks is having a ball as Hippocrates Noah as he rants about destroying the world. Nana Visitor gave the worst Russian accent she could and couldn't stop smiling at turning around on the revolving bed while wearing a slinky dress. Just watch as any character, even Andrew Robinson saying the world "molten lava," and watch how much emphasis they're putting on it, to the point where even the protagonists of the episode are hamming it up. When it comes to some creative projects, the fun that the actors are having in the role comes across the screen, and that mood becomes infectious, and Our Man Bashir does that with remarkable gusto.

The opener lets you know that this episode won't be very serious, with Bashir in full James Bond swagger, taking out the evil henchman Falcon with a champagne cork and a one-liner so he can smooch a Bond girl, only to be interrupted by Garak, who has clearly hacked his way into the holosuite to see what Bashir has been doing and relentlessly troll him while doing so. Andrew Robinson has always been a great foil for Alexander Siddiq and the two have great on-screen chemistry in every episode they're in, but this episode really takes the cake with Garak's sarcastic quips to start followed by serious disagreements with to follow. The episode opener even ends with Garak saying: "What could possibly go wrong?" to lampshade how holodeck episodes always are "crew stops in for a little recreation in the holodeck, malfunction happens, hijinks ensue as the fictional becomes real."

Then we have the escalation, where Sisko, Kira, Dax, Worf, and O'Brien all get blown up in a runabout, and their transport patterns are stored in the system computer and routed into the holosuite, turning the characters of Bashir's spy flick into the bridge crew. This is completely BS Star Trek technobabble of course, but it's a clearly transparent framing device to give Bashir and Garak the stakes. They have to continue the holosuite adventure or their friends get dumped from memory and deleted. The holosuite safeties are off, so if any of the characters die, either Bashir or Garak or any of the avatars of the bridge crew taking the characters, then they die for real. It's so blatant it almost feels like a wink and nudge, much as how Kira can't keep from laughing when Bashir, Dax, and O'Brien are shrunk in One Little Ship. Making matters worse, is that several of the characters are scripted to die. Bashir's heterosexual life partner Chief O'Brien becomes his eternal nemesis Falcon. So while O'Brien will play his role and attempt to kill Bashir without a second thought, Bashir can't simply eliminate Falcon because it means terminating Miles. This sets up not only the stakes, but the central conflict between Bashir and Garak: idealism versus pragmatism. Taking out O'Brien is easier, but it means killing him. On the contrast, if Falcon kills Bashir and Garak, the program ends and everyone dies, O'Brien included.

Bashir and Garak continue through the adventure, with Garak frequently commenting on how none of this represents actual espionage work that he performed for the Obsidian Order and that this is all ridiculous nonsense. To Garak, being an operative meant getting his hands dirty and performing morally dubious actions for the good of the state. This is a staple of John le Carre spy fiction and the chief dramatic antithesis of the James Bond motif. In le Carre's works, spycraft was often grossly out-of-sync with the stated moral philosophy of the nation's practicing it, and this is true in our own world, from CIA coups in Central and South America to promote illiberal autocracy to NKVD brutality against the proletariat that they were ostensibly laboring to elevate. To Garak, Bashir's spy program is an insult to the very difficult work that he had to do - Bashir gets a penthouse suite and a sexy valet polyglot genius pilot with a Bond girl name the equal of Pussy Galore or Honey Goodhead, Garak does grunt work as a gardener on Romulus and may or may not have had a hand in the unexplained deaths of multiple Romulans. Garak's life wasn't a fantasy...it was work.

The rest of the spy novel proceeds, with Kira playing the role of KGB vixen Komananov, clearly a stand-in for Russian Bond girls like Tatiana Romanova and Garak as a clearly unwanted plus-one (as Bashir's holoprogram is designed for one participant). They meet Worf as a suave French henchman, where even Michael Dorn's stoic baritone only adds to the comedy. Worf often plays the Straight Man in any scene he's in, but with the added glitz and glamour, he truly pulls off the role of a capable number two man to contrast with Hippocrates Noah's lunacy. This is one of the strengths of the episodes, in taking the characters and using their strengths while getting more than a few to play against type. Dax goes from confident old soul to the naïve Honey Bare, Kira adds a seductive edge while not losing her aggression, and Starfleet Captain Sisko becomes a high-functioning genocidal madman (though given Avery Brook's performance as Joran Dax, it's clear that he can definitely play villains with skillful aplomb). It's this sort of playfulness that maintains the comedy while trusting in the strength of the actors to carry their scene.

Sisko as Noah might be the story's antagonist, but the true conflict in the scene happens with Garak and Bashir as their idealism vs. pragmatism comes to its conclusion. Garak has done a lot of shady business and has accepted that there are casualties in conflicts, and while it's certainly not ideal, in the end it's better to take out some of the bridge crew rather than all of them, and that sometimes you need to cut your losses. While not explicitly stated, chances are good that Garak is remembering intelligence sources that he cultivated that he abandoned when they were discovered. Garak castigates Bashir as living out a shallow power fantasy where he pretends that he's a hero; Garak knows the truth - spies aren't heroes. They do deeply unpleasant work for the benefit of their nation. And so, he says that he'll end the program and save himself, and that Bashir isn't the man he pretends to be and won't stop him.

Bashir refuses to surrender to the obvious choices that Garak and even the program itself asks, as its script demands either Honey Bare or Komananov dies while the other girls gets with the hero. This culminates where to prove his conviction, Bashir shoots Garak non-lethally, proving to Garak that Bashir truly means what he says. In that moment, Garak learns that Bashir was listening to him, that in the course of being a spy, you must sometimes do things that are undesirable and unpleasant in pursuit of the ultimate mission. And so Garak, corrected, can only urge Bashir to "lead on," finally identifying him as a true secret agent, instead of a pretender. In the final climax, Bashir takes Garak's lessons to heart, espousing the need to cut his losses. In a complete twist of the holoprogram's script, Bashir sides with Noah and destroys the world, confusing the actors who genuinely don't expect to win. Bashir knows that the world being destroyed isn't real, only the characters on-screen are, and so he stalls out long enough for everything to be redeemed.

But where Bashir learned from Garak, enough to be a "real" spy to derail the program, Garak also learned from Bashir. About how imagination and playfulness sparks creativity and non-lateral thinking. He offers to join Julian Bashir on his next adventure, and the happy ending is achieved. Idealism is maintained, lines drawn, and the characters grow. If it wasn't for an MGM cease-and-desist, there may have been more spy adventures, but alas, this one was the only one we got on screen, with others only in passing.

It's a highly recommended episode, for my part. It's not the deepest, but it is fun and playful, a good comfort food.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

[idsalgay]

im scared if you get homeschooled i got nobody besdies mee wife pt 2 and allie chat

yall the reason im hanging on☹️☹️

homeschooling for covid was so fuckin funny

i just played roblox all day

that was my dsmp times man

i still got the screenshots when i was saying lore in the chat

or when my friend confessed and i was a lesbian at that time and he said "i'll become a girl for u"

he had long curly hair and was mixed. literally looked like older elijah or genderbent mee WAHHHHHHHHH

i try to ignore people most of the time

once you get used to it

i just bawl out LAUGHING

genuinely the jokes and comments get so unfunny that i die on the floor. i cannot

"furry" and at the lunchtable i started dying on the table HELLOO ME

how you gonna be a band kid and also be transphobic

[jandjsalmon]

Happy birthday 🥳

Thank you, Lola. Love to you. 😘

[jandjsalmon]

Awww Bitch! I love you too!!

Thank you so much @whatwouldflorencedo

❤❤❤

[jandjsalmon]

[joonluvv]

my knight in shining armor [1]

[originally posted by armywithbangtan]

summary: the school bad boy likes flirting and asking you out during school, even after rejecting him. what’ll happen when someone else uses force?

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst / future fluff / skool luv affair! au / bad boy! au

word count: 1.5k

warnings: harrassment

A/N: aw shucks idk what happened but like my fic got deleted?? :,) so i had to rewrite it so sORRy if like its weird and stuff 

You were only walking up the steps of your school door but you had already braced yourself for a certain cutie to ask you out.

Kim Taehyung, the school’s bad boy. He was cold but still seemed to gather everyone’s attention.

It’s not like you didn’t like him, on the contrary, you had a massive crush on him. Except so did every person in the whole school who swung that way. You sighed to yourself before walking inside.  

High schoolers, like you, were all bustling around the corridors. Some talking animatedly with their friends next to their lockers while others were sitting up against the wall trying to finish the last question of their english homework. And some daredevils were being chased by yelling teachers. To everyone else, it was loud and normal. But to you, it was quiet and weird. You didn’t hear his usual laughter or the stomping of his sneakers.

You walked up to your locker, wondering where he was, as you emptied some things out of your backpack and into your locker. You waited for a moment.

Maybe he would come out now? You wondered.

Him with his six other best friends, walking down the hallway like gods. Then he’d push out of his friend group and walk up to you. Slowly reach out and tap your shoulder before you would spin around and see that boxy-smile you adored. He’d say something cheesy, you’d roll your eyes and blush. Looking away and hoping that he didn’t know what effect he had on you, before politely denying his offer of a date.

You were scared. A bad boy wanting a date? Sure-fire trouble. You could only dream. And now him not even coming up to you?

Maybe he had gotten tired of you. You pathetically voiced in your head.

That thought threw your confession plan out the window. You knew you shouldn’t have let his boxy-smile, dyed hair, and confident but cute attitude get to you. But he was more than what others saw too. You thought that smile was only for you, those strawberries he said he got from his parent’s farm only for you, those funny puns he said to make you giggle only for you, that he was only for you.

But you would have to face reality and soon. Maybe then your heart wouldn’t ache when you saw him tomorrow, flirting with another person. Maybe you were just another person on his list. You cursed softly to yourself, thinking how you could you have been so foolish to allow your heart to be captured by him.

When you saw him again, you wouldn’t look in his direction. You had to be strong, but just that thought almost brought tears to your eyes. You wouldn’t be able to do it, you couldn’t forget that boy who had made his way into your heart.

You took a deep breath and straightened out your outfit before heading to your first class. Unfortunately he was not in this class, he wasn’t even in the same grade as you, being a sophomore and all. But that hadn’t stopped you from liking him, you remember the day it all started like the back of your hand.

—

It was lunch time and you were trying to find your group of friends. They said they were sitting on the grass but you still couldn’t find the right door, each door you opened was a classroom. You roamed around the halls before groaning in annoyance and going back to your locker, leaning your head on the door.

“Hey, are you new?” Someone said from behind you. You turned around and looked down/up to see a cute boy smiling.

“Um, I’m a freshman,” You replied, confused why a stranger was talking to you. You titled your head to the side, seizing up the boy in front of you. He was shorter/taller than you and had what looked like the fluffiest hair. He was wearing a black t-shirt under a leather jacket, paired with some striped pants.  

Taken back a bit, Taehyung hummed, “You look lost. The lunch tables are that way.” Taehyung pointed to the other end of the hallway where a sign read ‘LUNCHTABLES’. You mentally groaned, forgetting to check the boards in haste.

“Aw shucks,” You spoke quietly, after reading the sign.

Taehyung walked forward before stopping right in front of you. You looked down/up at him, he was smirking, but a type of smirk that was welcoming rather than hostile.

He laughed, “Cute.” Your cheeks flared up, your mouth ajar and stuttering.

“U-Um thanks. I-I better get going. I’ll see you around?” You replied, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and walking to the door.

“Yeah, definitely.” He stated confidently, without breaking eye contact. He chuckled at your smaller/larger form and smiled.

“See ya later, cutie!” Taehyung said and waved goodbye while walking away to the other end of the hallway.

—

You walked into class with a binder in your hand and your backpack. You settled down in your seat and a few minutes later the bell rang. Almost immediately the teacher came into the room and started to teach the class a new lesson before assigning a pile of classwork to finish before the end of the period. You listened closely, taking notes and trying to forget the quiet morning.

Maybe he’s sick? Yeah, maybe that…Though, I shouldn’t get my hopes up. Maybe he’s finally decided not to care about me. Plus, its not like he likes me, right? Yeah. Definitely not.

Your stomach growled in between your thoughts and you remembered that you had packed favorite meal. You almost started drooling thinking about lunch. Maybe you’d find him then.

After almost two hours, the bell rang and your teacher dismissed everyone to break. You packed up your stuff, leaving you the last one in the classroom. Or so you thought.

“Huh, look what we have here!” a deep, scratchy voice said from the door.

You looked up only to see one of the dreaded juniors from your PE class, Chin-hwa. He was known to be mean to girls and beat up boys. His pale face, poorly dyed brown hair, and mess of a uniform made you sigh in annoyance. All of this year, he had sat behind you, tormenting you and trying to ask you out to only be rejected, not so politely after a while due to your annoyance. After a few times, he would backpack down or just glare at you from across the class. You didn’t like him and had made it awfully clear but he still didn’t seem to get the hint.

Rolling your eyes and looking back down to your backpack, you asked, “What do you want?”

He laughed, approaching where you were standing, “What do I want? I just want a date sweet-cheeks!” He sounded like a hyena and his two friends— if you could even call them that, they were more like his servants— laughed with him.

“Look, how many times do I have to say that I don’t—“

Chin-hwa’s eyes darkened and he looked down before slamming his hand on your desk, startling you. Your lunch that was previously resting on your desk dropped to the ground. The glass ware shattered into several pieces and your food was everywhere. You fell backwards while trying to block away shards from hurting you, until you looked up at Chin-hwa. He looked angry but didn’t raise his head. He was panting and closed his hands in a fist before banging it on the table again.

“I don’t care, you’re going on a date with me!” he screamed in your face, walking closer to you.

You stood up and slowly backed up until you hit the window behind you and winced before looking up at his face. You started to panic and look around only to realize that he had trapped you. His breath smelled like rotten fish and it didn’t seem like he had taken a shower either. He smirked, showing his crooked teeth. He looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive, and you whimpered, scared out of your mind. You wanted to get away as soon as possible and you moved your head to the side and closed your eyes. He grabbed your chin and yanked it up/down.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” He growled, before grabbing your wrist and banging it against the window. You hoped someone would help, you wish you could take him on, but he was too strong. You tried steeling your nerves and glared at him, but panicking on the inside.

What do I do now? It doesn’t seem like he’s going to let me go. I will never go on a date with him but maybe that’s the only option? If only Taehyung was here!

Your thoughts stopped for a second. You remembered what happened this morning and frowned.

O-Or not. He wasn’t here this morning and plus, why would he care? He’s a bad boy, he doesn’t have to help some girl he had been flirting with.

Chin-hwa looked at you one more time, drinking in your outfit like a rat before sneering, “Give up?”

part 2 is here!

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[fluffyseapancakes]

Oooooh if you ever need inspiration for a fic (this could be written as a part 2 to the bucky daughter or the bully one.) So what if Peters like "where else are you ticklish?" and she's like "how many places can you be ticklish?!?" (Cause I feel like regular peeps are like yup armpits, sides ect. But we tickle trash know that there are soooo many places)

Tickle trashes unite! 

Continuation from Bully Part 1

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Ever since the incident in class, Peter Parker has not left you alone. Not that you minded but it was a little strange when he offered to walk you to class or asked if you needed help on homework. You wanted friends anyway so you happily accepted Peter’s offers, even if that meant breaking down your scary bully facade. When he practically dragged you to sit with him at lunch, the looks on his friends’ faces made you hesitate but you immediately sat down when he poked you in the side. Besides your siblings, no one has tickled you before and you weren’t sure if you liked Peter having that knowledge or not. He thankfully didn’t abuse it and the most he’s done was a few pokes to your side when you were spacing out or getting a little too snarky. Within a couple weeks you, Peter, Ned, and MJ became a pretty close-knit group of friends. You realized your personality mashed really well with MJ’s and you and Ned spent hours nerding out on Legos and new tech. They even went to your house one time and played Mario Kart with your little sister. Your parents were thrilled that you made friends and you always had permission to go out with them whether it be at one of their houses or at a local hang out spot. Sometimes when Ned and MJ were busy, Peter invited you to his place and helped you on homework or read comic books together. You were horrified when you found out about Peter’s parents and his life, he seemed so put together and confident in school that you couldn’t imagine how he must truly felt. Peter assured you that he was fine and he had a family (whatever that meant), but you started noticing his sad glances whenever your little sister hugged you after school or when your friends showed off the cool gadgets they got for Christmas while he didn’t get much. Of course he never complained and spent all his energy at the Stark Internship, but deep down you knew he was carrying a secret.

“So I have a question,” Peter plopped down his lunch tray on the table. You made a face at the cardboard-like pizza and slightly questionable pudding that was on his tray.

“Me first, why the hell did you choose that for lunch? We have corndogs,” you motioned to your more edible choices of food.

“It’s not that bad,” he shrugged, “now can I ask?”

“Fine,” you took a bite out of your corndog. Ned and MJ were busy with their clubs so it was just you and Peter for lunch. As usual no one sat at your table and all the cliques were in their respective areas of the cafeteria. You were surprised when you found out there were Mean Girls style groups at MSST, you assumed everyone were nerds and geeks.

“Where else are you ticklish?” Peter bluntly asked, picking off the burnt cheese from his pizza. You nearly choked on your food and you felt your face burning up.

“Um, the usual places?” You squeaked. He laughed and reached over to pat your head reassuringly.

“I know but like, where else? I know about your sides and stomach, and your sister told me your special spots are your hips and feet,” he rambled on, “so being your friend, I should know all your spots ‘cause that’s basic friendship knowledge.”

You knitted your eyebrows at his strange explanation and the fact that your sister revealed that information to him.

“Where else can someone be ticklish?” You asked, immediately regretting it as soon as it came out of your mouth.

“Well we can find out now,” Peter got up and sat close enough that your thighs were basically touching, you tried to slide down the bench but he quickly wrapped his arm around your waist and held you in place. For someone who’s never worked out and basically sat around in gym class, he was strangely strong.

“What are you doing?” You hissed at him as you felt his hand reach down to your leg.

“Experimenting,” he grinned, and with that he squeezed your kneecap. The sudden shock of electricity caused you to shoot up your leg with a yelp and your knee painfully connected with the underside of the lunchtable. Peter winced and looked at you apologetically.

“I should’ve seen that coming,” he chuckled nervously, you rubbed your knee and gave him your infamous death stare.

“This won’t be bad, promise,” Peter gently grabbed your wrist and placed your arm palm up on the table. He lightly traced his fingertip on your palm and you felt a strange feeling of itchiness and ticklishness, his fingers walked up the length of your arm and you noticed the goosebumps forming on your skin. It definitely tickled, but in a relaxing sort of way.

For the next couple of minutes Peter lazily traced his fingers on your back, neck, head, and thighs. To your surprise you were fairly sensitive on basically every area of your body. He smiled every time you jumped or let out a muted squeal, you didn’t realize how much time had passed until you noticed the silence of the usually bustling cafeteria. You looked around and saw that most of the students had already left and it was just you and Peter sitting alone.

“We should get ready for class,” you smiled, Peter flushed a deep red and nodded. You were suddenly aware of the close physical contact between you two, his arm was still wrapped around your waist and your legs were pressing up against each other. Up close you saw the deep purple bags of tiredness under his eyes and instead of his usual goofy, dorky self, he looked like a soldier who’s seen some shit. Peter was quietly analyzing your face too, he probably noticed the more muted eyeliner and your almost unnoticeable freckles that sprinkled across your cheeks. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, you looked up into his eyes and a comfortable warmth grew in the pit of your stomach. Slowly Peter ducked his head and connected his lips with yours, he didn’t linger for too long and parted quickly. He grinned at you with childish energy and you felt your heart flutter, Peter poked at your side playfully.

“You are one lousy bully Y/N, you know that?” You laughed and poked him back.

“I guess you’re my kryptonite,” you joked. You saw his eyes flashed with an emotion that you couldn’t identify, but it had disappeared as soon as you blinked.

“I’ll see you in class Y/N,” he hurriedly grabbed his tray and got up from the table, “can we hang out after school today?”

“Of course,” you nodded, you watched him speed walk out of the cafeteria, once again leaving you alone with questions circling through your head.

You knew Peter liked you.

You knew you liked him back.

But he was definitely keeping a secret and it both terrified and interested you.

Who is Peter Parker?

[village-skeptic]

The Doylist explanation for the metric fuckton of Parentdale retcon in the (very enjoyable) flashback episode is simply that the Riverdale writers are deathly allergic to continuity. Script bible? They don’t know her. 

The Watsonian explanation, though?

The Watsonian explanation is that ALICE GONNA ALICE.

Alice Cooper is absolutely past mistress of lies of omission, half-truths, shading the truth, editorial bias, and just plain making shit up. As @stirringsofconsciousness pointed out to me last night via text as we were watching, absolutely everything we saw last night was filtered through Alice’s narration. 

And so, in my mind, I’m just going to handwave all the discontinuities by assuming that Alice either misremembered stuff, never knew it to begin with, got sucked into telling a great story, and/or has her own agenda.

(Because, come on. It’s Alice Cooper. She always has her own agenda.)

I just picture Betty breathlessly recapping this whole thing to her friends at the lunchtable, and Veronica’s like, “Girl, my grandma sold Mary Kay, and she was good at it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard the story about her pink convertible. Where are you getting this stuff about her cleaning toilets?”

Archie interjects: “’They were strangers and then they went their separate ways?’ Betty, my dad and Jughead’s dad were in a band together. And then they worked together for like, ten years.”

“Sorry, Betts,” Jughead says easily, slipping a comforting arm around her shoulder, fingers playing over her collarbone. “The part about them fighting a lot is true, but my grandpa wasn’t a Serpent, and my dad was never headed for college.”

Cheryl clears her throat, somewhat stiffly. “While my mother’s maiden name was, in fact, Blossom...” 

Everyone turns to look at her in horror. “...she was from the Montreal branch of the Blossoms! They met in college, at a maple syrup tasting event arranged by a mutual friend...who, yes, was also a distant cousin. But honestly, Betty, your mother’s Gothic imagination knows no bounds.” Betty goes storming back home at the end of the school day and barges into the kitchen. “MOM, I cannot believe that you told me last night that I ‘deserved to know the truth,’ and then fed me yet another pack of lies!” Alice simply looks at her over her glass of chardonnay. “Elizabeth, you were interrupting my affirmations. What was I supposed to do?”

[jandjsalmon]

I love you guys so much.

There is something truly special about fandoms that came of age in the early 2000s. you'll pull up a fic and the Author's Note is like "Janine, you are such a light to this community. You held me up through my divorce and my mother's death and have been an unfaltering friend for over 15 years. I don't know where we'd be without you. Anyway here's 50k words of ass eating, your favorite! Happy birthday!"

[uravily]

Hm....if youre in the mood to make hcs can you make some for ochamei. If you don't want to just ignore this

i am the wrong blogger to ask for headcanons but i never turn down a request no matter how high the demand. all i can say is i’m sorry this probably wasn’t what you were asking for

ochako: hey mei your hair looks cute! did you cut it?mei: i got my head stuck in the compactor last night and power loader had to cut me loose so my head didn’t get crushed like a watermelon dropped off a skyscraper. it was awesomemei internally: idiot. the watermelon analogy wasn’t even funny. i should’ve said soggy meatball. ochako: ...ah

mei to iida: so your friend? is she single? she into girls? is she gay? she looking to date a slightly manic einstein brain gorgeous mechanic? what’s her favorite type of flower? hey are you paying attentioniida, currently strapped to the ceiling while a bajillion mechanical spiders crawl over him and in an absolute deadpan: if i say yes to every question will you turn these off please

mei: hi ochako! ochako waves and smiles back: hi mei!mei: walks directly into the janitor’s closet by accident and nearly falls down the 5 mile hole that power loader dug two weeks ago so he could binge watch kdramas in peace

ochako from across the lunchtable: she’s so pretty...and so serious...i wonder what she’s thinking about...mei internally: currently locked in a mental plan structured around creating a self-serving robot that would chuck noodles at you across the table to remove the silly unnecessary action of using chopsticks and handsmei out loud: hehe boobiestodoroki, next to her: do you realize other people can hear you or no

ochako: i don’t know i’m not sure if she’s into me. do you think she likes me? do you think she even likes girls??midoriya, currently astral projecting into his 56th alternate reality where he is dating todoroki iida kirishima and inasa all at once because this is the third time in a single day she’s asked this question: yesterday i got locked in the tech room and i got interrogated about your first date preferences and i had to watch three terrible kdramas with mei because she melted the key to the door and we had to wait for power loader to free us. then she built a giant mechanical sculpture of roses and blew it up. and she made fireworks that spelled out your name. also mei is gayer than i am so i’d say you have at least a 75% shot

ochako: why only 75% 

midoriya: oh i just made that up. i should’ve said 69%, that’s way funnier

[thdorkmagnet]

Starcoweek5, Prompt 2: Bad Boy X Princess

Bad Girl Star x Princess Marco

Decided to do a Little Twist on a Classic AU! Just wanted to note this one was a little outside my comfort zone, so sorry if it isn’t great.

Why was Marco Diaz so infuriating? Ever since she had started to room with no more than a month ago, all he had done was prove himself to be nothing but frustrating, despite her best efforts to befriend him. Everything about that manner-less, egotistical boy made Star Butterfly forget all about her royal training and wish to fling heavy narwhals at him. But she would never do that. Because she was a proper princess, born and raised to be ruler of her dimension, and unlike the unsophisticated boy she so regrettably shared a bathroom with, she held herself to a higher standard than that and would never sink down to his level.

Still, every moment she spent around him shifted around all kinds of feelings toward him. At first, she had believed these all to be bad, but, the more time she spent around him, when he wasn't being annoying or frustrating, she found herself... comfortable. Happy? She didn't have the right word to describe these feelings she felt around him.

Which was why, after much deliberation, Princess Star Butterfly took it open herself to discover the truth behind her infuriating yet ruggedly handsome (okay, where did that come from?) roommate. She tried talking to him, but the boy was super closed off, barely even looking at her unless it was to glare at her comments to shape up into a proper gentleman, which always threw her off guard, because beneath the biting stare Star could see a pair of lovely chocolate brown orbs (okay, seriously, what was with her thoughts?) filled with sensitivity and compassion that he refused to show through his already self-made exterior.

She then tried getting closer to him on a more base level, sitting beside him on the bus, at the lunchtable, even asking that nice girl Jackie to trade seats with her in history class so she could sit next to the bad boy. But this only seemed to drive him more away, as he would either get up and move or just ditch school altogether, which seemed to be his go to option.

Nothing seemed to work. So faced with no other alternatives, she was forced to use her final resort. She had hoped it wouldn't come to this, but she had no choice, she would discover the boy beneath all the layers of defense he had put up, as well as finally put to rest the reason behind her racing heart every time she thought of the male.

The princess looked down at the page on the opened spell book, reading it over one last time to make sure she had it right, before reciting it once in her head to be sure. She took in a deep breath, tightening the bow in her hair and straightened her dress, confessing to the empty room, "I hope this works." She grabbed her wand and walked out of the room, with her head held high.

…

"Oh, Marco Diaz? May I speak with you for a moment?" Star called cheerfully as she descended the stairs of the Diaz's home, looking around for the leather-clad teen. A loud grumbling from the kitchen, tipped her off to his location. She entered into the kitchen, spotting the boy finishing off the last of his lunch, his back to her, leaving the dirty plate just sitting there on the table. Did this boy have any manners or sense of decency at all?! But the princess, of course, chose to ignore this as she said brightly, "Oh there you are!"

"Great," Marco mumbled under his breath.

"Pardon me?" Star asked, not quite catching what he had said.

"What do you want, Princess?" the boy hissed, not even bothering to turn around and face her.

Star ignored the hurtful tone and sucked in a deep breath, reminding herself that she could do this. "I was wondering if you would allow me to do something?"

Marco now did turn in his chair, leaning back in it precariously, his feet, crossed on top of the table, as he shot her a cold look. "Like what?" he asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing.

The princess refused to back down from this though, saying, "There is this spell that I heard of that will allow us to understand one another better."

The boy's eyebrows raised critically. "Oh yeah sure, fine. Go ahead and mess with my mind with your magic. That's sounds great," the boy scoffed sarcastically.

The girl's hand tightened on her wand, a mantra looping through her head on repeat. A proper princess doesn't engage in fight. A proper princess, remains calm. She took in a deep breath to calm her nerves. "I assure you, my spell won't harm you in the slightest," Star tried, but the boy was having none of it. He bolted up from his seat and stormed over to the girl. "The answer is no, princess. Now leave. Me. ALONE!" he shouted, before brushing past her and starting up the stairs toward his room, his gloved hands buried deep in his pockets.

The girl's inner mantra shattered, as all form of control and upbringing were shoved into the back of her mind, a blind rage taking over for a moment. That was it! Forget appearances, forget the rules, forget everything! She had tried to be nice, but there was just no negotiating with this boy. He drove her crazy and she was sure she hated him, while at the same time, she felt her heart flutter at the mere thought of sitting near him! And it was these two colliding sides of herself that spurred her to follow after the boy at a full run, before pointing her wand at him and shouting as quickly as she could, "Reverse the mind and change the soul, with this wand do make us whole. Help me know to he which I choose, by walking a mile in his shoes!"

There was a bright burst of light that consumed the house for a moment. When it finally cleared, Star was left blinking trying to get her bearings, still half-blind from the spell. Well that had been way more intense than she was expecting. Once her vision cleared, she realized that something felt... different. She slowly looked down at herself, surprised when she saw her clothes had magically changed.

Instead of her usual bright blue dress, it was now replaced with a light purple t-shirt, with a purple star pattern embedded on it and a black leather jacket. She wore a pitch black skirt with purple leggings torn at the knees and plain black sneakers. Her hair, which was normally a long braided ponytail held in place by a soft red bow, was now short and wavy, the tips dyed dark pink. Even one of her heart cheekmarks had changed into a skull. The girl frowned perplexed by the change in appearance. "I don't remember that book saying anything about a clothes change," she commented, tugging at her shirt.

Her eyes drifted up to greet the boy, and she froze, her mouth hanging open at the unbelievable sight in front of her. The once leather-clad teen was now in a bright pink dress, his hair grown much longer and tied up in a ponytail. The boy was hyperventilating as he looked down at himself, a mixture of confusion, fright, and embarrassment on his stunned face. But it quickly switched to anger as he glared at the source of this misery, yelling at the top of lungs, "What did you do to me?!"

"I-I'm sorry," the girl said, holding her wand up to her face to try and shield herself from the boy's anger. "I didn't know the spell would-"

"You cast a spell on me!" the boy continued to shout, cutting the girl off, as he stomped down the stairs. "What is wrong with you? You just did it even after I told you not to!" The girl didn't know what to say, staring down at her feet to escape from the fury in the boy's brown eyes, her heart breaking at the sheer hate coming from those stunning pupils. Hate that was directed entirely at her. "You always act like just because your a princess you can do whatever you want, regardless of what the rest of us want!"

"I do not!" Star shouted back, some unknown feeling taking over, causing her to lash out without a second thought. "Your the one who always does whatever he wants and doesn't care who gets hurt because of it!"

The boy's eyes narrowed to slits after that, a look of both hurt and anger filling his features. The girl felt a twinge of regret at her choice words, but whatever strange part of her had taken control, wouldn't allow her to back down or apologize.

"We're home!" the cheerful sound of Marco's parents filled the room, as the front door opened and the smiling faces of the Diaz's appeared. But spotting the strange sight of their son and young guest wearing strange clothing and the not too unfamiliar glare on both of their faces, Angela quickly said, "Oh darn we forgot that stuff, didn't we, Rafael?"

"Oh yes, we should go back to the store and, um, buy some," her husband replied, never taking her eyes off of the two teens, as they closed the door back, leaving the tense situation as soon as possible.

But it was like the adults had never been there, as Star and Marco just continued their argument. "How can you say that when you don't know the first thing about me!" the boy said, his voice sounding surprisingly feminine.

"Yes I know, that's the whole problem," Star shot back, her voice now laced with venom. "I don't know the first thing about you, because you won't let me and that's just... AGHH!" Star shot off a narwhal out of her wand in pure anger, aiming it away from the boy princess and instead at the Diaz's living room sofa. She didn't even register the crash, as the furniture crumbled under the weight of the aquatic mammel, immediately whipping back around to face the boy, as she sharply pointed a finger in his face. "Your the one who is being difficult here, not me!"

"Well, perhaps if you weren't so quick to try to judge others and try and conform them to your ways, I wouldn't be so harsh!" the boy princess shouted back. He quickly froze as his words sunk in, worriedly asking, "Did I just say "perhaps"?" Star nodded in equal shock. "Well why on Earth would I say that?" The boy covered his mouth with his hand, before shouting, "I just did it again!"

"It must be an affect of the spell," Star said thoughtfully. "It swapped our personalities, too, so now we're acting like each other."

"Oh great, I'm turning into you. This is such a nightmare!" Marco exclaimed, putting a hand to his forehead dramatically, looking like he was about to faint.

"Well this isn't exactly a picnic for me, either," Star shot back, crossing her arms in a huff. "The last thing I wanted was to turn into a jerk like you. I feel so angry for no reason and I hate it. You got off lucky if you ask me."

"Easy for you to say," the boy said, unable to keep himself from voicing his thoughts out loud, as he continued to rant at a faster and faster pace. "Your not the one who has a sudden urge to pick dandelions while singing along with birds in an effort to please my mother who isn't proud of me unless I'm perfect at all times of the day, all while trying not to show how flustered and terrified I am being put under such pressures." By the end, the boy's tone had droned into a dull, lifeless monotone, his eyes almost glassy as he seemed to be no longer in control of his mouth. He blinked, shaking his head, before looking utterly lost as to what could have caused him to say that.

Then, Star found herself doing the same, the words almost flowing out of her against her wishes as she shouted, "Yeah well, at least you don't have to put on this whole tough act to try and hide from the fact that you secretly hate yourself and don't want others to see you for the weak person you really are underneath!"

The two just stared at each other wide-eyed, for a moment, both looking shocked and disturbed by what they had said, until Marco said, "We have got to reverse this spell."

"Agreed," Star said with a nod.

…

Star looked over her book of spells with a frown, reading and rereading the page to find out what had gone wrong and how to fix it. "Come on, come on," she grumbled to herself in annoyance. Marco just watched the girl with his arms folded in front of his chest, his eyes trained on her face, which was as pretty as ever, as he fought back a blush. He forced himself to look away from her stunning sky blue pupils, focusing instead on a random object in the room, though he was too distracted with his thoughts to even pick up on what it was exactly.

Why did he do this every time? Even being stuck as a *he shuddered* princess he still couldn't escape from these ever growing feelings. Ever since that annoying princess had come into his life, he had been like this, fighting back an almost constant blush, forcing himself to keep his distance from her despite how much he wanted to be near her, and doing everything in his power to stop her from worming her way anymore into his heart than she already was.

She didn't make it easy. Trying to strike up conversations with him out of the blue, forcing him to bite his tongue and put on a frown to keep himself from just shouting at the top of his lungs how much he loved her, constantly trying to sit next to him at school, causing his mind to go numb as he could feel her presence beside him and he would almost immediately move away. He had even decided to just ditch school altogether to try and avoid the situation, but this solution wasn't working out for him much either.

Why am I even fighting it? he wondered. He wanted to open up to her, to get close to her and become her friend, maybe even something more. But he didn't for the same reason he never let anyone see the true him, he was a coward, terrified of what people would think of him if they knew he was just an insecure idiot who hated everything about himself. Before Star this charade had been easy, a self-made image that acted as his shield and his rock, but Star had shattered this barrier the second she had walked through his front door with those bright, sparkling eyes and since then he had been desperately trying to keep her at a distance, fearful of what would happen should she ever cross over, for he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself if she did.

But now, he felt a deep, dark guilt tearing at his heart, her words from earlier destroying what little wall was left, exposing himself to the world. Not when she admitted his darkest secret no, but when she had shouted about what his actions were doing to her, the hurt in her eyes feeling like a stub to the gut. He had hurt her, he had been trying so hard to push her away to hide his own feelings that he had noticed what it was doing to her. So maybe this was the reason he suddenly said, "I'm sorry, by the way." Star turned to him with surprise, though not as surprised as he was.

"What?" Star asked.

"I-I said I'm sorry," the boy continued, not meeting her eyes. "You were right, I have treated you badly and I'm so sorry for that. I will try to do better in the future."

Star was stunned by this, her eyes drifting back to the book then to the boy (was he blushing!) as he mind tumbled to process the apology. "Oh, no. I-It's fine," the girl stuttered, trying and failing to regain some form of composure. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have made you feel uncomfortable by trying to turn you into something your not." She paused before clarifying, "And I mean in general, not just today."

Marco smiled at her softly, the first real smile he had ever given her. "Your forgiven."

Star had to turn away to hide her blushing cheeks, as she tried to force her brain to focus on her task, not a single word making any semblance of sense at the moment. She cleared her throat after a minute of awkward silence as she asked, "So does this mean that we're... friends?" She turned to the boy with a hopeful look.

The boy froze, a long of both longing and fear on his face, his eyes drifting to the door for a second and Star was afraid he might bolt. But instead he swallowed and said sheepishly, "Yeah, I guess it does."

Star smiled as she turned back to the book, the boy's presence suddenly feeling far less infuriating than it had a moment ago. But as she finally found herself able to read the passage once again, her eyes grew wider than saucers, her heart beginning to hammer out of control. The boy princess must have picked up on this as he moved so he was staring at the book, from over her shoulder. "What, was is it?"

"I-I found the spell to reverse this," Star began, trying to resist hiding her face in her hands, as her cheeks turned a darker and darker shade of red. "But um... you won't like it."

"Why, what do we have to do?" Marco asked, in worry.

"Well it says here the only way to undo the curse, is for the two selected to..." Star stuttered over the last word, her voice turning into a tiny squeak. "k-k-kiss."

Both teens just stood their in shock, for several minutes, equal mixtures of dread and joy flowing through them, while their hearts hammered away in a synchronized beat.

[feelsgoodink]

Home-Coming Dance ( Peter Parker x Reader )

Meticulously, May twisted one strand of hair between the middle of two others, letting the thick plait fall down onto your shoulder after three minutes of getting it precisely perfect. 

You looked in the bathroom mirror, and in it you saw yourself. But it wasn't exactly you that you were seeing. It felt like someone else, it almost had to be. The counter was covered every inch in make-up, some of brands you had never heard of, some that costed more than your entire wardrobe that week. She handed you two shades of liquid lipstick, a pink, nudey color that was subtle and a bright, fire-engine red. Your fingers tumbled with the tubes, as if you had never seen anything like them before in your life. 

When was the last time, besides tonight, that you had even done a full-face of makeup? Or even put on something other than some cherry lip-balm? As you asked the stranger in the mirror, you knew she couldn't come up with an answer just as you couldn't.

She was wearing a long, flowy dress that shimmered in shades of gold and glittered with miniscule sparkles in the artificial lighting. Every bit of curves she had, the dress clung to them perfectly. The sleeves hung loosely off her shoulders and framed her collarbones, like Princess Belle. She was definitely a beauty. 

And though you usually felt more closely related to the beast, there was denying that the girl in the mirror that was staring back at you was you. And you looked absolutely beautiful. 

Something came over you as May flicked black mascara in layers on your eyelashes, a feeling other than fear of the tiny wand in her hand. It was an emotion that you couldn't exactly express in words, you had so much you wanted to say, but you couldn't. 

"May.." You mumbled, she pulled away from your face and eyed you with her soft gaze. "I'm checking the time, we're running on schedule. We aren't going to be late." She figured that was what was bothering you.

For your first Highschool dance, your lack of female friends had brought you to this point, in Peter's bathroom, with his aunt, who was not only doing your hair and make-up, but also being your one-woman support team. Making friends with girls was usually alot harder for you, even in the school you went too, femininity seemed somewhat toxic to you. So, without trying, you just got along better with boys. 

And by boys, you meant Peter & Ned. 

"It's not that, it's just-" You thought you had the words, but still, you didn't. "He's going to love it. He would love it if you walked out there in blue jeans and a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt. Petey's not going to know what to say." She chuckled. 

There it was. That was what you were worried about, and she guessed that on her second guess. Underneath the layers of make-up you could feel a blush coming onto your cheeks. 

Peter and Ned were your best friends, your favorite people in the entire world- but whenever you looked at Peter Parker you nearly melted. That's why, when he asked you to home-coming, as, and you quoted, "more than a friend thing", a certain type of spiral went into motion. 

Yes, the moments in class while you two waited on Ned to get into class, or the way he looked at you from across the lunchtable and laughed at whatever dumb joke you made, those were the moments when you thought to yourself that you might even love him. 

"But- Look at me, I look like a princess. I'm not a princess-" You started back, dropping the nude lip. You gripped the red tighter. 

"Tonight you are." Aunt May grabbed you by the shoulders and stopped your shaking. Her smiled paired with stern, furrowed eyebrows."You're a princess that can also kick ass." You felt a giggle bubble in your throat. 

"Have you made your choice yet?" She asked finally. You looked down at the tube of ruby lipstick in your hand, and in a fit of confidence, you turned your head back up to her and held it up. "Let's do the red." 

"My thoughts exactly." She opened the tube and sweet fragrance filled the small bathroom. Once she skillfully applied it to your lips, she stepped back to marvel at the final product. 

"Definitely a princess that kicks ass." 

She checked her phone for the time, and then cracked open the bathroom door. "Okay, I think Peter's still in his bedroom, so you go into the living room and I'll go get him, okay?" Without time to protest, May was gone and your feet were ushering you toward the den. 

In the moments that you were alone, one last wave of insecurity washed over you, and you couldn't tell if you wanted to faint, puke, or run-away, but you weren't given any time to act on any of that. The four footsteps stopped in the hallway and gentle wood-floor creaking tickled your senses. 

You caught eyes with Peter. His mouth was agape, and every worry, every concern you had with your appearance was ripped away with the way his brown eyes sparkled in approval. Your cheeks were burning. He didn't have any make-up to hide his fluster. 

"Y/N..." He took a stumbling step forward and reluctantly made an anxious glance to the floor, although he desperately didn't want to tear his eyes away from you. 

"Hey Peter." You scuffled your feet on the floor, the wedged heel made a scraping noise. It was nearly a squeak. Peter returned from the floor and held out his hand, in it was a bedazzled, hand-crafted rose corsage, in which he shakily put onto your hand. 

Aunt May was nearly erupting with giddy excitement as she watched the two of you, but she made a break for her car keys and let the silence fill the room to be broken by one of you. 

"I-uh.." Parker scratched the back of his head as if it had answers. "I'm sorry it's just, Y/N, you look-" Was he sweating? Ah damn it, he was. 

The two of you's hearts were both pumping, competing to see which one was louder. You were sure that you were winning as you waited for what he was going to say. 

"You look beautiful." He grinned. It was the most sincere compliment on your appearance you believed you had ever heard. 

Aunt May opened the door and gave Peter a look that told him it was time to go, and with that same look he passed on the message to you, as you three headed out of the apartment.

You noticed Peter's attire, he was in a suit with a golden bow-tie that matched the color scheme of your dress, in his pocket was a red hankercheif. Had May planned that this whole time? Peter opened the door and let you in on the left side of the backseat. You giggled a girlish 'Thank you'. 

"That suit looks like something straight out of Tony Stark's closet." You joked. Peter shifted, now on the right side of the back with you. "Kind of like what I imagine a super-hero to wear as leisure wear." You continued. 

"A super-hero? You're saying I look like a hero?" He asked, with a raised eyebrow. 

"Yeah, kind of like how I imagine spider-man looks." You laughed, looking out the window. "When he's not dressed up in that red and blue suit and mask and stuff." 

For a moment, Peter was silent, and burning up in his suit and his seat. A banner outside the gym greeted them with the words "Welcome to Home-Coming." You stepped out from the car and found yourself at Peter's arm- with May taking a photo of the two of you in front of the banner. 

Photo-bombing in a fedora came Ned Flanders, parting you two by putting his arms around the both of you. You and Peter exchanged a look of understanding, and in that moment you knew that this first dance was going to be an amazing memory.