paper lunch bag

Give Me...

… Supercorp Domesticity

… Lena sneaking vegetables onto Kara’s plate every time Kara flies off to rescue someone or stop some robbery

… Kara noticing every time she gets back and looking over at Lena who, in turn, just looks back all innocently and asks how Kara’s latest outing as Supergirl went

… Kara pointing out that her enhanced metabolism means she needs to consume a lot of calories and that a thousand calories of french fries is a lot easier to eat than a thousand calories of broccoli as she puts the ‘healthy’ food back on Lena’s plate

… Lena pointing out that she’s personally seen Kara fit no less than 5 potstickers into her mouth at one time so a few pieces of broccoli shouldn’t present a challenge to  either Kara or Supergirl as she puts the broccoli back onto Kara’s plate

… Kara trying to think of a counter counter argument only to sigh before eating the broccoli

… Kara complaining about Lena never cleaning hair out of the shower drain

… Lena asking how Kara knows its hers

… Kara pointing out that she’s blonde and this hair is not and, oh yeah, it takes a frick’n laser beam to get hair off her head unlike Lena. 

… Kara going into the shower the next morning to find Lena’s installed a laser based auto drain cleaner.

… Kara showing up to the DEO with a brown paper bag of  lunch/snacks Lena made for her complete little hearts and stars and the Kryptonian symbols for ‘good luck’ ‘love you’ and ‘be safe’ (all of which Kara taught her) drawn around Kara’s name on the front and a note inside warning Alex/Winn not to steal anything from the bag.

… Lena calling Kara to let her know she’ll be late getting home because of some work thing and Kara landing on her balcony 2 minutes later with a picnic basket and a bottle of wine

… And Lena thanking Kara for the gesture but she really doesn’t have time to-

… And Kara interrupts her with ‘Broccoli’ and Lena just sighs (and smiles) and joins Kara on the couch for dinner.

… Lena slowly taking over Kara’s half of the closet/clothes rack

… And Kara pointing this out.

… And Lena pointing out that if they’d moved into her apartment, they’d both had all the room either of them would need

… And Kara asking if Lena’s asking her to move in with her

… And Lena saying yes.

… And Kara saying yes.

… And then there’s a beat and then Lena starts taking things out of the closet/off the rack and when Kara asks what she’s doing, Lena replies ‘Packing’

… And Kara, after a beat, flies off to get some boxes and later that night she gets a text from Alex saying “What the hell happened to your apartment?” and Kara replies ‘Um, yeah, about that…

… And Kara’s cleaning up after the housewarming party the next night (the first Lena’s had in her apartment) and Lena tells her that cleaning up can wait. Besides, she has something more important for Kara to do

… And Kara asks “What?”

… And Lena replies “officially break in our bed”

… Supercorp domesticity 

*update: I gave it to myself 

Originally posted by tsseract

Title: Midtown High’s Homecoming (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader doesn’t plan on going to the dance, until Peter asks, of course.

Word Count: 1372

A/N: This is inspired by that perfect clip from the new trailer where peter rips his tie off and i scream so..I hope you enjoy! An 80s song that causes infectious dancing.

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Montgomery De La Cruz Imagine #1 (AKA FIRST ONE EVER)

It was 11:45 AM, only fifteen more minutes for lunch time. Y/N’s favorite time because she was always reading a new book every week and that’s basically all she did in her free time; reading calmed her and it became her very own stress reliever ever since her parents announced their divorce.  this week it was “Everything Everything” seeing as the movie was coming out this week, on Friday to be exact and she was a sucker for love stories.  Most times she would ditch her friends and eat in the library to read in a peaceful place without the ruckus of annoying students in the cafeteria.  After, impatiently waiting for lunch, the bell rang and she basically ran to the library with her paper bag lunch clutched in her hand.  Ever since she started reading at lunch in the library, she had found a secluded table towards the back of the library.  She speedily made her way over and stopped as she noticed it was already occupied.  She bit her lip and decided to walk closer trying to figure out who the person was and if she knew them.  As she got closer, she saw a brown haired boy and noticed he had slammed his fist on the table, it was loud to her since she was right by him.  She knew Montgomery since she had tutored him last year in History and he was in some of her class this year; she wouldn’t say they were friends though. Maybe a small “hi” or “how are you” was exchanged between the halls or out in the field but she couldn’t deny she wished she was close friends or just have him notice her.  She wanted to know the real him and not the Montgomery who pushed students into lockers or acted like an ass to look cool.  She licked her lips and approached him “Hey Monty, you’re sitting at my table” she whispered to him in a teasing tone as she approached his table.  He quickly looked up s he heard her voice and locked eyes with her.  “Oh hey Y/N, i’m sorry. I can leave if you want.  I was just studying and yeah but i can leave since you probably want to be alone at your table…” he wandered off, sheepishly since he couldn’t even complete a sentence in front of her, because in all honesty, Montgomery admired Y/N and wished he would gain the guts to keep some kind of friendship with her.  He assumed that since everyone knew about his reputation, she wouldn’t want to associate with him.  Meanwhile, Y/N wished to befriend him and possibly even more.  She softly giggled and shook her head as he rambled, “it’s okay, I don’t mind sharing as long as you share your Cheez-its with me” she nodded off to the opened bag of her favorite snacks that were by his books.  He shot her a grin and nodded “deal” he said moving is backpack to an empty chair beside him. Y/N sat down on the chair to his left side and reached for her book in her backpack and opened up the part where she left off reading last night.  She was halfway in chapter 11, when she noticed Monty was making the table shake causing her to softly giggle. She looked over at him, “are you okay? Do you need some help?” she softly asked him.  Monty bit his lip and shook his head “I feel so stupid, I never understand what goes on in class and I just feel like a failure” he said as he frowned and dropped his head down.  Y/N’s heart swelled at him and and his answer, she placed one hand on his back, soothingly rubbing her hand up and down, “you’re not stupid, Mont and you’re definitely not a failure, either.  Don’t put yourself down, okay?” She assured him.  He instantly got a smile on his face to her little pep talk and nodded, looking over at her “thank you” he said softly.  “So what are you having trouble with here?” she asked pushing her book to the side and leaning over to see Mont’s work.  “Chemistry” he mumbled in an irritated voice. She chuckled, “yeah, Chemistry is a pain in the ass although if you do less talking you can learn more” she teased him as she would constantly hear him chatting away in there Chem class every day.  He shook his head and laughed, “Mr. Cooper has a voice that bores me to death,” he said jokingly.  Y/N laughed “I don’t know. I think he has a lovely voice” she says disagreeing with him.  After her comment, they both look at each other and laugh.  She looked at Monty’s paper and shook her head, “you just need the date from last week’s lab and that will help you find the answers to this sheet” she pointed to the one in front of him.  Montgomery’s cheeks felt heated and he instantly felt stupid again since 1.) he didn’t have those lab notes and 2.) he needed her help to figure out that the lab notes were needed.  She chuckled and turned back to reading, allowing Montgomery to work.  After ten minutes, he turned to her, “so do you have the lab notes? I had a baseball game and left class early” he mentioned to her.  This caused her to gasp and laugh pretty loud, “and what have you been doing for the past ten minutes Monty?” she asked him.  He cheekily smiled at her, “I’ve been watching you read that book, not in a creepy way but you looked cute” he shyly said.  She shook her head at his response and pulled her notes handing them to him.  Another 10 minutes passed,Montgomery fully turned to her, leaning his head onto his arm, she looked up at him through her lashes and gave him a questioning look.  “Isn’t the movie coming out on Friday?” he asked her curiously, she instantly grinned and nodded “yes! How did you know?” she asked him. He laughed “my sister keeps mentioning she wants to see it to her boyfriend” he said rolling his eyes and shrugging. Y/N nodded, “I hope he takes her, she might need a shoulder to cry on” she mentioned, biting her lip.  “Do you?” He asked her, “Do I what?” she answered his question with a question. “Do you need a shoulder to cry on when you go see it on Friday?” he asked her once again.  This caused her to blush and bite her lip with a soft chuckled.  “Are you asking to be my shoulder to cry on?” she continued to tease him, wanting to hear him fully ask her.  Montgomery playfully rolled his eyes, “you’re going to make me fully say it?” he asked her, looking at her and receive a node from her.  He jokingly sighed, “will you accompany me as my date to see Everything Everything with me Friday night and allow me to be the shoulder you cry on Y/N?”  She grinned and nodded at his response, “yes, Monty. I would love to be your date and cry on your shoulder.”


this is my first imagine everrrrrr. so feedback is greatly appreciated and idk if I will write more but I was in my Monty feels and I’m pretty sure I’ve read all the Montgomery imagines on here already! and i’m super sorry if u dont like it. I also didn’t know how to end it so sorry for a shitty ending. ILY.

Lunch Room Sobriety Test

So in my freshman year, I was in lunch, sitting with a majority of my friends, who were, at that time, guys. One had a bottle of root beer, and his brown paper lunch bag. You can probably see where this is going. Another convinced him to put the bottle in the paper bag and drink from it as a joke.
We have a very popular counselor, he likes to joke a lot. He, of course, saw this, marched over, and demanded and explanation. He snatched the bottle/bag combo and sniffed it. He obviously knew that it wasn’t alcohol, but the kid was shaking from fear as we all were choking back laughs. He made him get up and go to the front of the lunch room, where he made an announcement and made the kid do an impromptu sobriety test.
He never brought root beer to school again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lunch Stop | Jake Peralta

Title: Lunch Stop
Author: Clara
Character: Jake Peralta
Warnings: swearing
Prompt: I was wondering if you could a Jake one shot (you seem to be one of the few blogs who do stuff for him unfortunately/your stuff for him is also awesome) where Jake is just super affection and just like ‘this is my girlfriend/partner and they’re awesome and i’m so lucky’ and just super adorable? If not that’s okay! Keep up the awesome work :D

note: If yall want a part 2 where reader actually meets the team lemme know :)

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Mr. Cupcake and the Rat: A Note

@unpretty​ this is your fault 

Link to Part One of Mr. Cupcake and the Rat

Ren had settled into something akin to a comfortable routine, as much as anyone on the streets could possibly hope to. Every day brought new chaos. The bakery she had staked out as the center of her territory was on the rougher, poorer side of town, and she never knew when violence or cops would spill into her attempt at a peaceful existence.

She’d been heckled while digging through a trash can. When she hadn’t reacted, they’d thrown a bottle at her head. Her hat, an oversized beanie the same dark color as the dirty, matted hair it covered, had kept any glass from digging into her skull, but she had a hell of a headache and was dizzy. That was the sort of thing that made every day different from the next.

But there were some comforting constants.

She swung by the back alley by her bakery. She was quite late, and it was Sunday, so he would already be closed. But no one else came by, which meant… yes.

A little brown bag sitting on the step by the door into the bakery. She snatched it up quickly, stuffing part of it into her mouth so she could use all her limbs. Teeth clenched around the top of the bag, she clambered up onto the dumpster. In a practiced movement, she backed up to the corner, ran forward, and leapt. She caught the bottom rung of the fire escape on the next building, then hauled herself up. She climbed up another two stories on the fire escape, then, bag still dangling from her mouth, leapt onto the bakery roof. She landed on all fours, scrambled across the tile to the end of the house where the roof was at its highest. She slid off of it automatically, arms, then head, then chest and body, feet catching briefly around the edge as she swung herself down. The window was unlocked, because she never locked it. A metal ruler she left sticking out of the bottom made it easy to pry open, and then she slithered in.

The whole effort took less than thirty seconds.

She was getting very good at it.

The attic above the bakery was dark, but that didn’t bother her at all. She’d found a flashlight in an old box, and she had very good night vision. She clambered over bare plywood to her little corner, by the window, hidden behind a whole host of old, dusty boxes. There was a thick pile of blankets on it. She prodded at it a few times to figure out where all the rats were, moving some of them aside, before settling in.

She flicked the flashlight on and opened the bag. Inside was a saran wrapped sandwich, something wrapped in tin foil, two children’s juice boxes, and… ooooh, eclairs. She pulled it all out excitedly, using one of the boxes as a makeshift table. She started with the sandwich, unwrapping it and then carefully sticking the saran wrap around the existent ball of the stuff she was collecting. She didn’t know what for yet. Inside the foil were some sort of puffy baked things, folded and fluffy and filled with white poofyness that might have been cream cheese or something, and flecks of green. She poked at them. Lettuce? She didn’t know. It was too dark to be lettuce, she was pretty sure.

Curiously, she took a bite.

It tasted good, savory and creamy at the same time. She shrugged. It didn’t matter what was in it if it tasted good.

The juice boxes contained soy milk. One was chocolate. She drank that one first.

She fed the dozen or so rats in her blankets little pieces of bread and meat from the sandwich, which was full of some sort of chipped meat, and a vinegary sort of… cabbage maybe? Or a weird pale pickle. And cheese. And some kind of sauce. She didn’t rightly know, but it was good and the bread had a pretty, swirly design on it. The rats didn’t like the weird vinegar cabbage so she got to eat all of that herself. She really liked it. She wondered if she’d ever get to eat it again.

After she and the rats had devoured every last crumb, and the foil had been safely balled up around her Ball of Foil, which sat next to her Ball of Saran Wrap on her makeshift shelf, she flicked on her flashlight and grabbed the empty bag. It was a little greasy at the bottom from sitting for so long, but she could still use the sides. Eagerly, she went to tear it, then paused.

Something was… already written on the side?

She squinted at it, shaking the flashlight to get it to light up better.

“There is an Oktoberfest party today a few blocks away. Please watch out for drunks. Did you know otters have a special pouch where they keep their favorite rock?”

She tilted her head to the side, running a thin finger over the words, written in an unfamiliar scrawl.

Had Mr. Cupcake written this, then? He had never written her anything on a bag before. Except the first time, when he had written LUNCH in large letters.

A party… drunks. That explained the belligerence and the bottle.

She stared at the words for a while longer then flipped over onto her stomach, grabbing the sharpie she used to draw little pictures on the bags after she had eaten.

In careful letters underneath, she wrote, “One of them hit me.” She paused. “With a bottle.” That seemed like it might be an important clarification. Then, below that… “I did not know that. Did you know that rats laugh when they are happy?”

She stared at the words on the paper for a while. She doodled a little rat, laughing, the words HA HA HA over its head. She stared for a while longer. She had never written anyone a letter before. She was pretty sure this wasn’t how you did it. She wrestled with indecision for a while longer, before she tore the bag, carefully, so that the words didn’t rip. Then she taped it onto the slanted roof above her make-shift bed, with her other paper-bag doodles. This was paper bag lunch number fourteen.

She hoped tomorrow would be fifteen.

She hoped tomorrow would have more words on it, too.

She yawned, stomach gurgling and full, and curled up, pulling one of the many blankets over her head. The rats settled in around her, and she drifted into sleep, very full and very warm.

Imagine unknowingly bonding with you biological father, Rafael Barba

(A/N: I’m back!!! I hope you enjoy the second installment of this Barba mini-series. Things get even more interesting in the next part. I’m so glad to be back and be able to write this series as well as fulfilling all the requests I’ve received as well as my own singular imagines. It’s going to be a fun couple of weeks! Plus I hope you like my new banner. I feel like it suits the blog better than the old one and I got to include all our favorites) 

Masterlist with all the Parts HERE

Imagine unknowingly bonding with you biological father, Rafael Barba

“Mr. Barba?” You asked, confused after you turned around and spotted him sitting on a nearby bench by the waterfront.

“Y/N” He greeted, a perplexed half smile on his face.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Eating lunch,” He informed, “But the better question is what are you doing here.”

“Doing the same,” You replied, holding up your now empty brown paper lunch bag.

“But why are you going it here?” He elaborated.

“In the park?” You asked.

“Yeah,” He confirmed, “Shouldn’t you be at school and eating lunch?”

“It only a couple blocks from here,” You said, “They let us out for lunch,”

“You’re telling me your school lets thirteen-year-olds roam the city during lunch?” He countered, suspiciously.

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Mr Mr | Baekhyun

Baekhyun x Reader (Teacher au)

Inspired by this lovely fan art by an artist , all credit goes to the her, I hope you don’t mind me using it for this story :)

No plagiarism of the story please…

“…And then when you simplify everything, you will have your answer, which is thirty-six.” Baekhyun said as he wrote down the final step of the question on the chalkboard and then turned around to face his class with a smile.

“Is that clear class?”

“Yes Mr Byun.” said the whole class in a chorus. Baekhyun nodded in satisfaction and looked back over at the maths question that he had just explained step by step.

Introducing Byun Baekhyun, maths teacher of SM High.

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Guardian - Part One

Important Note: I recommend reading Burn and then It’s Quiet Uptown before Guardian.

Preview: I’m letting this take the place of a summary. Tags are at the bottom. Contact me to be added. Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Death, Sorrow

Word Count: 729

It was a warm spring afternoon in the park nestled in uptown New York. The sound of birds singing mingled with the sound of children squealing with joy as their swings sliced through the air, making them feel weightless and alive.

A man in a dark suit walked briskly along the main path that cut through the park clutching a brown paper lunch bag. He paid no mind to the birds or the children as he moved toward his destination. He was also unaware of the man following him.

The Winter Soldier was not someone that one would want following them. His missions were completed with flawless efficiency and precision. He was an assassin with no equal, but being the best never crossed his mind. His mind was devoid of anything other than an objective, which was currently the man in the dark suit.

With nearly silent footsteps, the Winter Soldier moved off the path and into a small forested area. It gave him a perfect view of a small group of benches situated just inside a garden area. His objective was currently sitting on one of the benches and checking the contents of his bag.

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TVD 1X09 Review

Hi all! Welcome to the ninth review of TVD season 1. Considering that I haven’t like sat down to watch a full episode of the past seasons of TVD in a few years and my memory might not be the greatest I think I will start with my usual disclaimer: I will write my thoughts in real time so if I make a mistake at the beginning of this post, it will be corrected by the end. There will be anti-Damon and anti-Delena sentiments (I’m only mentioning these two because it’s the beginning of the series), and I feel the need to say that there may be some anti-Jenna sentiments too. I will probably bring up other shows and call attention to misogynoir, racism, anti-blackness etc. Ready? Let’s go. 

Omg a class other than history! I’m going to say science? They’re measuring the sun’s shadow or something. Clearly, I didn’t pay attention to anything that wasn’t humanities-based in high school.

Bianca Lawson is a vampire, you guys, in real life. That woman never fucking ages.

I also think it’s hilarious that this class other than history is in Bonnie’s dream.

“All right, well I tried. I’m officially out of it.” Elena, you asked Caroline why she was so mad at Bonnie and then just gave up. Like???

Alaric’s first appearance.

He actually looks pretty young.


The fact that Damon thought he could make a peace offering for killing Lexi with a cup of blood is absolutely ridiculous.


I would’ve actually liked the show to explore Stefan’s lack of reaction to Damon killing Lexi and add it to the vampire lore because it would’ve layered the show more. There’s this little speech Pam makes in True Blood saying how humans love pain, romanticize it, how humans chain themselves to it but when vampires say they’ll be hurt forever they have to mean it and that’s too much so they HAVE to move on in order to survive, which btw is how they lose their humanity because they stop ACTING human, it’s a lot more complicated and logical than a switch imo.

Oh! Once I asked if we ever see the characters have a lunch break during school. While we don’t see Bonnie and Elena physically eat, I see that paper bag and water so cool.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a literal paper bag lunch. Oh wait, no, I lied, I did in the fifth grade in school, they were called “hot lunches” and some days you got chicken wings and fries and they were the booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomb.

One paper is going to make up for Jeremy’s half-fail, Alaric?

Matt and Caroline’s relationship is actually pretty high school, Caroline freaking out over the ‘heys’ and Matt saying ‘hey’ trying to act like nothing happened is prrrrrrettty sixteen.

“I’m going to back off and keep my distance” he says in person after waiting for Elena to get out of class instead of just calling her. SE, you dorks.

I find the way Damon threatens Bonnie in this scene (regarding the necklace) interesting because it’s aggressively sexual, he presses her against the car and strokes her face with his hand as he scares her, Damon legit uses sexuality as a weapon. It’s pretty much in everything he does.

“She was Katherine’s handmaiden.” Yeah, way to sugarcoat TVD.

Stefan’s imitation of Damon is still hilarious because it’s sooooooooooo true. All eyebrows, man.

Bonnie, I’m sorry, Caroline is a bit much but you can’t expect her to believe you’re a witch just because you say you are, you actually proved to Elena that you were a witch with the feathers, you didn’t provide Caroline with the same proof, her sceptism makes sense.

Also does Elena ever have an opinion? She only ever seems to like say anything real when she’s around Stefan.

Lol, Jenna really annoys me.

Every time I see a séance scene I think of Now and Then. Are my followers too young to know what Now and Then is? I mean I was a kid but still.

You know, I get it, the necklace is a big deal but I’m just thinking about all this fuss over a necklace that gets destroyed in the episode anyway and it’s such a small thing? Like season 1 True Blood, there was a serial killer in Bon Temps killing all the women Sookie’s brother Jason was sleeping with and the serial killer was after Sookie and there were vampires and there was religious fervour. In Buffy, the Vampire King was going to rise and slaughter everyone plus there were vampires who actually were killing everyone and episodes where students were actually possessed by hyena spirits and literally ate the principal. Like so much big shit. And this is about a necklace. Still better that it’s about a plot point unlike the later seasons.

The first time I watched TVD I thought when Damon and Stefan play football and laugh and then Damon sits up and looks at him and says, “What do you want, Stefan?” with that resigned tone was a touching moment because Damon couldn’t let himself believe the fun they were having because he knew they were only having fun so Stefan could get something out of him. But now I’m like, you MURDERED his best friend like a DAY AGO, you ASS.

I still love how Stefan was like, “I was the last one to see her, Damon” and that nod like yeah we were fucking. And then Damon being Damon is all like but like, I mean, why didn’t she tell you about the crystal if you saw her last so then Stefan has to spell it out and he essentially just repeats WE WERE FUCKING.

“I could rip your heart out and not think twice about it.” “Yeah. I heard that before.” I actually always wanted to see the scene where that was uttered.

See if Damon had actually sold his soul to Emily to keep Katherine alive and Katherine was like lol sorry then I would get his pain more but all Emily asked was for Damon to look out for her descendants which he BARELY does.

Also shadows love Paul’s face.

Seriously, “they killed 27 people and they called it a war battle, they deserve whatever they get” THIS is the Damon storyline we should’ve followed. Like if Damon had been a pillar of his community when he was human and had a deep love for MF and they turned against him and he carried that with him and wanted to return home because it’s his home and then wanted to purge the founding families and enact vengeance I’d be with it. But no, we get a little piece of dialogue about vengeance and then it’s all about Katherine then Elena.

Aw, Stefan touching Bonnie’s face after healing her 😄

I actually really like Mattoline. “It’s just … I don’t like you but we cuddled and it was nice.”

“Katherine never compelled me, I knew everything every step of the way. It’s real for me.” Damon, I don’t care.

I’m sorry but Nina becomes a considerably better actress working across Paul. All episode she was hella mediocre and she got so much better in these few moments.
Those shining eyes.

Logan looks like such a sleaze in that picture with Jenna.

When Stefan throws the diary on his bed and cries, man, Paul is so expressive. Also I find this scene telling much like the scene in 1x06 when Elena tries and fails to write in her diary because both times major things have happened to both of them and they can’t write in their journal anymore, not after experiencing the completeness of having each other to talk to, a journal just doesn’t cut it.

It still pisses me off that Bonnie legit had her throat torn and she’s comforting Elena.

I do think that the show ending with Logan being like, “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” was a good choice.

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Bold is what you've done

1. had sex.
2. bought condoms.
3. gotten pregnant.
4. failed a class.
5. kissed a boy.
6. kissed a girl. 
7. used a little paper bag for lunch.
8. had a job.
9. slipped on ice.
10. missed the school bus.

 Total so far: 6

11. left the house without my wallet.
12. bullied someone on the internet.
13. sexted
14. had sex in public.
15. played on a sports team.
16. smoked weed.
17. smoked cigarettes.
18. smoked a cigar.
19. drank alcohol. 
20. watched “The Breakfast Club”

Total So Far: 12

21. been overweight.
22. been underweight.
23. had an eating disorder.
24. been to a wedding.
25. made fun of someone for being fat
26. been on the computer for 5 hours straight
27. watched tv for 5 hours straight
28. been late for work
29. been late for school
30. kissed in the rain

Total So Far: 19

31. showered with someone else
32. failed my drivers test.
33. ran a mile in less than 10 minutes.
34. been outside my home country.
35. been on a road trip longer than 5 hours.
36. had lice.
37. gotten fired.
38. had a credit card.
39. been to a professional sports game.
40. broken a bone.

Total So Far: 26

41. been unhappy about my weight. 
42. won a trophy.
43. cut myself.
44. had an STD.
45. got engaged.
46. been on a diet.
47. tried out to be on a tv show.
48. rode in a taxi.
49. been to prom.
50. played a drinking game.

Total So Far: 32

51. stayed up for 24 hours or more.
52. been to a concert. 
53. had a three-some.
54. had a crush on someone of the same sex.
55. been in a car accident.
56. had braces.
57. learned another language 
58. killed an animal.
59. been at a yard sale.
60. been to a Japanese steakhouse.

Total so far: 38

61. wore make up.
62. talked to someone via webcam.
63. lost my virginity before I was 16.
64. had my wisdom teeth taken out.
65. kissed someone a different race than myself.
66. snuck out of the house.
67. bought porn.
68. had a virus on my computer.
69. had oral sex.
70. dyed my hair.

Total So Far: 43

71. gone skinny dipping.
72. graduated from college.
73. wore someone else’s clothes. 
74. voted in a presidential election.
75. rode in an ambulance.
76. rode in a helicopter.
77. caught the stove on fire.
78. got in a fight.
79. met someone famous.
80. been on vacation.

Total So Far: 49

81. been on an airplane.
82. been on a boat.
83. broken something expensive.
84. had surgery.
85. kissed someone before I was 14.
86. beat a video game.
87. found something valuable on the ground.
88. made a survey.
89. stalked someone on facebook/myspace.
90. prank called someone.

Total So Far: 58

91. been to a library outside of school.
92. spent over $100 shopping in one day.
93. cut my hair and hated it.
94. peed outside. 
95. went fishing.
96. helped with charity.
97. taken a pregnancy test.
98. been rejected by a crush. 
99. been suspended from school.
100. broken a mirror.

Grand Total: 65/100

DeanCas + street performer!dean and businessman!cas, the song used is here!

Every day, after Castiel packs up his briefcase and carries his paper bag lunch to the subway station, he’s greeted with a friendly nod from the same street performer who has chosen his workplace next to the ticket doors at Station B.

Castiel always smiles back, but never stays to listen. He can hear it, of course, as he walks off towards his train: the soft, melodic music rising from the strings of the man’s weathered guitar. It always nearly stops him in his tracks, but he presses on.

That is, until the day the man decides to hum a few chords along, and his voice is velvet and sandpaper, it’s the last shot of whiskey that pulls you into that soft buzz, and Castiel can’t help but turn back.

He’s glad he did, too, because soon words accompany the song. The man opens his mouth, and soft lyrics pass his lips. “Oh the summer time’s coming, ” he sings, and as he takes a breath, he meets Castiel’s awestruck eyes from across the pathway. His lips pull into a smile as he sings the next line,“…and the trees are sweetly blooming.”

Cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught staring, Castiel turns back towards the train and keeps walking. At this point he’d missed it, and would have to wait for the next one to roll up, so he figures he might as well catch the rest of the song. So he casually slips behind a ticket machine, peeking out from behind it.

As hurried people walk by, a few of them toss coins at the man’s feet, and it makes Castiel’s skin heat. He deserves so much more than a scatter of loose nickels and dimes from someone’s pocket.

Though the payment is meager, the man still nods and smiles in silent thanks, eyes genuinely kind, as if they single-handedly changed the course of his day.

As the song came to a close, Castiel feels his heart foolishly swelling. He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, though, for a voice calls out to him. “I can see you hiding, y'know,” the man teases, and Castiel comes forward, head low.

Castiel can’t bring himself to meet the man’s eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable- I just, well, I was-”

He’s cut off by a soft chuckle, and the sound of the guitar being set gently on the floor. “No worries, man. I’ve seen you around, the past couple of weeks. Couldn’t help but notice such a pretty face.”

Taken aback, Castiel watches as the man gets to his feet, and offers him a hand. “I’m Dean, by the way,” he addresses, and Castiel can’t help but notice how handsome he is up close. He barely manages to squeak out his own name in response.

“Well, Cas. Would you like to go grab a cup of coffee? My treat.” Dean’s warm smile is enough to have Castiel nodding in agreement, and the two walk off together. Cas is gonna get hell for being late to work, but he figures there’s no better reason.

Bold What You’ve Done

1. had sex.
2. bought condoms.
3. gotten pregnant.
4. failed a class.
5. kissed a boy.

6. kissed a girl.
7. used a little paper bag for lunch.
8. had a job.
9. slipped on ice.

10. missed the school bus.

Total so far: 8

11. left the house without my wallet.
12. bullied someone on the internet.

13. sexted
14. had sex in public.
15. played on a sports team.
16. smoked weed.
17. smoked cigarettes.
18. smoked a cigar.
19. drank alcohol.
20. watched “The Breakfast Club”

Total So Far: 12

21. been overweight.
22. been underweight.
23. had an eating disorder.
24. been to a wedding.
25. made fun of someone for being fat
26. been on the computer for 5 hours straight
27. watched tv for 5 hours straight
28. been late for work
29. been late for school
30. kissed in the rain

Total So Far: 18

31. showered with someone else
32. failed my drivers test.
33. ran a mile in less than 10 minutes.
34. been outside my home country.
35. been on a road trip longer than 5 hours.
36. had lice.
37. gotten fired.

38. had a credit card.
39. been to a professional sports game.
40. broken a bone.

Total So Far: 25

41. been unhappy about my weight.
42. won a trophy.
43. cut myself.
44. had an STD.
45. got engaged.
46. been on a diet.
47. tried out to be on a tv show.
48. rode in a taxi.
49. been to prom.
50. played a drinking game.

Total So Far: 27

51. stayed up for 24 hours or more.
52. been to a concert.

53. had a three-some.
54. had a crush on someone of the same sex.
55. been in a car accident.
56. had braces.
57. learned another language
58. killed an animal. (accidentally!!)
59. been at a yard sale.
60. been to a Japanese steakhouse.

Total so far: 33

61. wore make up.
62. talked to someone via webcam.

63. lost my virginity before I was 16.
64. had my wisdom teeth taken out.
65. kissed someone a different race than myself.
66. snuck out of the house.
67. bought porn.
68. had a virus on my computer.
69. had oral sex.
70. dyed my hair.

Total So Far: 38

71. gone skinny dipping.
72. graduated from college.
73. wore someone else’s clothes.

74. voted in a presidential election.
75. rode in an ambulance.
76. rode in a helicopter.
77. caught the stove on fire.
78. got in a fight.
79. met someone famous.
80. been on vacation.

Total So Far: 42

81. been on an airplane.
82. been on a boat.
83. broken something expensive.
84. had surgery.
85. kissed someone before I was 14.
86. beat a video game.
87. found something valuable on the ground.
88. made a survey.
89. stalked someone on facebook/myspace.
90. prank called someone.

Total So Far: 48

91. been to a library outside of school.
92. spent over $100 shopping in one day.
93. cut my hair and hated it.
94. peed outside.
95. went fishing.
96. helped with charity.
97. taken a pregnancy test.
98. been rejected by a crush.
99. been suspended from school.
100. broken a mirror.

Grand Total: 54/100

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Mean Queens (Group Fic) - NymphCAMP

Nymph’s A/N: No one asked for this, but here we are anyway, back to destroy your lives (potentially). I suggested this, purecamp said YES GAWD, and then we ended up working on this thing together. And I mean, together. Writing on the same document at the same time, it’s been tough but it’s been good. We’re 1000% into this already, camp’s been making edits, I’ve been writing shit down, we have this whole thing planned and more. By planned I literally mean we have a Burn Book and so many little side stories. Watch this space people, there’s a whole shitstorm coming your way. Hopefully you’ll laugh, maybe you’ll roll your eyes, but either way you will enjoy it, or Sharon Needles will kick your ass. Come spread your praise or your hate over at @thewritingnymph , I’m a real woman standing by to take your call!

Purecamp’s A/N: You asked, we delivered… here’s the mean girls au that no one actually wanted and was better in theory than in reality, though in all fairness I’m a comedy queen not a glamour queen so it should make you giggle if anything. You’re not even ready for the shitshow that is about to ensue. I’ve made fuckin snapchat edits of this shit, we’ve committed now. If you don’t like it, you’re not a Plastic #girlslikeus. Ok byeeeeee, enjoy the fic and talk to me @purecamp if you wanna, I swear I’m human <3

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high school au (part two)

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Andrew has spent every Sunday since he got out of juvie either in church or at an Exy tournament. It’s not a future he would have predicted for himself two years ago.

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Flyboy & Buzzkill - Poe Dameron x Reader

Request: I have an idea for a Poe oneshot. You have to leave him to be queen of another planet and he hates you, but then realizes how being without him is killing you and you two are secretly together.

A/N: Pre-TFA, It got a little sloppy omg in the middle but I hope you enjoy it (:

Words: 959

Warnings: One swear word at the end.

Sitting under his X-Wing, Poe Dameron ate his mid-day meal in the almost empty hangar of the Resistance Base. He bit into his shuura fruit, breaking the outside skin of it and chewing a whole mouthful of the fresh fruit; just almost resting against the parking leg of his X-Wing when BB-8 had rolled out of nowhere, scaring Poe half to death.

The white and orange astrometric rolled around and beeped excitedly, making Poe narrow his eyes at his companion, “Oh, she’s here, huh? Well to the stars isn’t that just… brilliant,” he mumbled under his breath, throwing his fruit back into his paper lunch bag suddenly not hungry anymore. “What has she come for? I’m sure she has enough riches.” Poe huffed as he climbed from under his X-Wing, BB-8 let out more beeps and mechanical sounds which made Poe roll his eyes.

“Whatever, the Galactic Senate has turned down General Organa for years on end and Y/N shows up? I’m not buying any of it.” The pilot crossed his arms across his chest. The spherical droid rolled around furiously beeped angrily at his side, not believing what Poe was saying about Y/N. Poe just rolled his eyes and pulled his leather jacket on, heading out of the hangar with BB-8 hot on his heels, “If you remember, she left me at the opportunity of riches and jewels- I didn’t do anything wrong at all.”

Poe knew he was lying, he was lying that you had left just to become the new Queen of Naboo; you had promised him before you went that you would try your best to get The Resistance support from the Senate – but Poe denied the truth and reserved himself from anyone’s conversations that included you, which is why he probably didn’t know you were coming today.

Escorting yourself from your temporary quarters, you had headed outside past the hangar – letting the sun rest against your skin as you walked across the grass, getting the bottom of your purple and crème dress slightly stained. The more you walked and absorbed the sun, you had closed your eyes letting the warmth of the sun and the slight breeze calm you.

You never got to do this on back on Naboo, feel the breeze and the sun… There was too many meetings with Senates and members of the New Republic. Since the rise of the First Order, the rules had gotten stricter over time on different planets – women weren’t to birth or marry if they were Senates or Queens as the First Order may take it as a chance to take the child or children, it was restricting to rights you should have.

Just as you were thinking, not watching where you were going – you had bumped into the hard chest of a male, almost toppling to the ground; arms were caught around you, quickly and roughly standing you back up straight. Well done Y/N, getting lost in your own thoughts and bumping into people like it’s your own planet. After fixing yourself, you had looked up to see a very unamused but familiar face; Poe Dameron.

Kriffing hell, of all the people on this base.

“Well if it isn’t the Queen of Naboo, in flesh.” Poe narrowed his eyes at you, almost making you want to sucker punch him across D’Qar, “I heard that you’ve come to give us some of your clumsy men to fight with the Resistance,” he crossed his arms. Blood boiling in your body, bright red face you knew exactly that he was hurt and trying to wind you up.

Raising your eyebrow, you looked him up and down examining him; his hair had gotten a little longer and messier, his chocolate brown eyes that was always full of joy looked tired but most of all – he looked completely kriffing annoyed, “What’s with the whole…” you gestured you hand towards the man, Poe’s face turned to confusion almost making you wanting to laugh, “The whole what?”

Shrugging slightly, you put your hands on your hips and tilted your head a little, “The whole ‘bad-boy’ act, it doesn’t suit you.”

Who the kriff said this was a bad boy act?!

“Your leather jacket and your sour attitude.”

Poe’s face dropped in horror as he dropped his arms, “I do not have a sour mood and a bad boy act, you have a prissy attitude and a ‘Queenly flamboyant’ act if anything!” he barked back, you didn’t react at his remark but rolled your eyes knowing not to wind him anymore, “You always took things so serious, flyboy,”

The Pilot’s face softened at the old nickname, “My buzzkill is still alive in there under those threads, huh?” he bit back a smirk. You nodded softly looking down at the grass with a tearful smile on your face, remembering the nicknames you and Poe always gave each other before you left – Flyboy and Buzzkill, originating from your first date when Poe dared you to steal a flapjack from the canteen in the Resistance Base in the middle of the night.

“I’d cry every night because you were gone, but you’re back and I don’t know when you leave but I always thought I hated you for leaving right until I saw you again today – BB-8 told me you were back, personally I wasn’t pleased at first but-“you cut Poe off by wrapping your arms around his torso, not uttering a word as he hesitated for a moment and wrapped his arms around you. “Shut up and kiss me flyboy,”

Poe looked down at you, hands placed on your hips with a shit eating grin on his face, “I love you, Y/N” he whispered just before ducking his head down and pecking your lips softly.


Requested: ReidxReader where they go on a horrible date and he just does everything wrong. He later apologizes and asks for a second chance.

Penelope assures her it will be good. And after all, Penelope has never steered her wrong before. Whether it’s fashion advice or love advice, when she speaks, Y/N has learned to listen. So when her brightly-dressed best friend insists she’s found the perfect guy to set her up on a date with, saying yes is the only logical response.

He’s a co-worker of Penelope’s. “He’s sweet,” she says. “Very smart, a bit on the shy side, but he’s got a good heart.”

Which sounds promising enough.

Until she is sitting at a restaurant alone, checking her watch and wondering if he forgot. The waiter circles back glances at the empty seat across from her – with sympathy – and she starts to worry that he’s standing her up on purpose. It wouldn’t be the first time a date ended poorly. Relationships haven’t been smooth sailing for her in the past.

She takes a few deep breaths and fixes her eyes on the door, watching people come in and out and hoping that one will be her mystery man. They were supposed to meet at 6:45. An older couple, a group of eight teenagers, a family of five, and two women all pass through the doors of the restaurant and are seated at a table that isn’t hers before three people come in at 7:19 to be seated. After a brief word with the hostess, they walk towards the tables, and she sighs, disappointed. Until one of them breaks off from the group and approaches.

“Excuse me, are you Y/N?” When he speaks his voice shakes just a little, and fidgets with his hands. Oh. So he’s not part of the other group at all. He’s here to meet her.

“I am. Y/N Y/L/N. You must be Spencer.” Just as she raises her hand, she remembers what Penelope told her. This man doesn’t shake hands. It’s a germ thing. So she quickly puts her hand back on the table, hoping he didn’t notice.

He looks relieved at the gesture. “Reid,” he says. “Dr. Spencer Reid. But, uh, you don’t have to call me doctor. I – I mean, you can just call me Spencer. Um, I mean… I’m really not used to this. I’m sorry. Yes. I’m Spencer. And I’m so sorry I’m so late. There was a case. I work for the FBI.”

“I know. Penny told me. You’re here now. Don’t worry about it.” Spencer smiles, but the anxiousness doesn’t fade from his face. “Would you like to sit?”

He does so gratefully. This must be that shyness Penelope mentioned. Though, she must admit, he’s rather handsome. Brown eyes, hair that’s a bit on the messy side, very tall. And those cheekbones.

“So, um, what do you do? For work?” he asks.

“Well, I studied at anthropology, but right now I work at the Museum of Natural History. I’m a curator.”

Spencer raises his eyebrows. Surprised. “That seems an odd career path. Wouldn’t you rather be involved in research or field work?”

The words carry a sting. It’s obvious of course that she would. But times are tough for humanities majors. Jobs are few and far between, and she’s lucky to find people who think first of the academic discipline and not of the extremely overpriced clothing store upon hearing the word “anthropology.”

“Yes, I very much would. Unfortunately, it’s not that easy to find an open position.”

The color on his cheeks nearly matches the shade on her lips. Observation is a particular skill of hers, and she can tell he’s beyond nervous. Folding and unfolding his hands, licking his lips – admittedly, she finds that a bit distracting – and stuttering as he tries to repair the conversation.

Spencer asks her about school, and they swap stories of college and grad school. He really is brilliant, with three doctorates to his name. They cover the basic topics; they both like their jobs, he’s fond of his coworkers while hers can be difficult, they both are coffee addicts, and he’s the only person she’s met who has read more books than her.

However, the discussion occasionally halts when he responds in a negative manner.

When he mentions Sherlock Holmes she says, “I’ve read every book there is. I was a little obsessed with them in high school. I was disappointed when I finished, but luckily there are a number of adaptations to fill that spot in my heart. BBC’s Sherlock is my favorite at the moment.”

And he replies, “I find that none of the adaptations measure up to the original. I don’t know why anyone bothers with the films and TV shows when there are other books to read.”

“It’s a good way to relax,” she counters. “Watching something familiar.”

“On the average day, Americans spend two hours and forty-seven minutes watching television. If we maximized productivity by using that time for more important things, imagine what we could collectively accomplish.”

It’s just a comment, another one of the statistics he rattles off from time to time, but for some reason it feels like a direct jab at her. So he doesn’t watch television and he thinks Sherlock isn’t very good. That doesn’t mean she isn’t allowed to like those things. It doesn’t make him superior. Suddenly she’s feeling very defensive. Who is he to question her? He doesn’t know her. Profilers don’t have authority on every stranger they meet.

An hour in and she’s still waiting for that “good heart” Penelope mentioned to shine through. In brief flashes he appears genuinely interested and kind, but overwhelmingly the score is not in his favor. Between inappropriate remarks, uncomfortable silences, it’s not going well. He seems aware of this fact, for his nervous habits only become more frequent. In the middle of explaining what drew him to the FBI, he gestures wildly, and knocks his drink off the table. Water spills onto the floor, and the glass shatters into tiny pieces, scattered across the wood floor. A waiter comes to clean it up, and Spencer flushes scarlet, apologizing profusely.

Hoping to distract him with something simple, she says, “The dessert menu looks nice.” Which isn’t a lie. It’s enticing, far more so than this date, which is saying something.

Spencer looks it over, and smiles. A smile looks nice on him, even a small one. “It does. You know, I’ve never been on a date where we stay for dessert.” Pitiful is the first word that comes to mind. Does that imply a lack of experience? Or simply a lack in tact and etiquette? “I think that’s my fault. I’d like to at some point, though. Stay for dessert, that is.”

“How long has it been since you went on a date?” she asks, figuring it’s best to just be direct with this man. In an unexpected response, he looks down, and she thinks she sees sadness in his eyes.

When he looks up, he says, “Unless you count an awkward meeting for coffee, it’s been two years, seven months, and nine days. It didn’t go as planned – in fact, my date didn’t even make it to dinner.”

“She stood you up?” If it was a bad experience, perhaps this explains his nerves.

“N-no. Not exactly. My girlfriend, she, uh, she was being stalked and I thought I saw her stalker in the restaurant… She was killed a month later. In front of me.” There is a rigidness in his voice. The words are rehearsed, meant to be said in a forced casual tone, as though in some way he could make them feel lighter. It doesn’t work. They hit her like the weight of the world. Even one small fact has thrown at her the burden of his baggage. This man has a past, an unbearably heavy one.

This date has taken a turn for the uncomfortable. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“She was very different from you.”

Anthropologists are by definition, observers. What she observes is that this date is going very poorly. Being compared to the dead girlfriend of a man with very little social skills? It’s a disaster. Which means it is time to flee the scene.

“Look, Spencer, I’m really sorry to do this, but I don’t think this is going to work out. Penny spoke very highly of you, but clearly we’re not compatible.” Digging through her bag, she scrounges up twenty-five dollars and sets it on the table. “It was nice to meet you. I hope you find someone who can stay for dessert someday. Bye.”

With that she grabs her things, and walks out of the restaurant without looking back. Her luck with relationships is apparently unlikely to change. Some things are constant in this world. In that, she can take comfort at least. She knows Penelope will be disappointed, but even the self-declared Queen of Matchmaking misses the mark sometimes. In her heart of hearts, she’s the slightest bit disappointed as well. After the nightmare that was her last relationship, she’d had really been hoping to find someone nice.

Spencer was probably nice, under the right circumstances. Smart and sweet, as promised. Far more awkward than anticipated. And judgmental. And not to mention, carrying baggage and grief that was too heavy to introduce on a first date. A murdered girlfriend? That’s something she isn’t prepared to deal with. It’s best to leave it alone. Forget about him, and his bright eyes and lanky limbs.

The single life isn’t that bad, she ells herself. It was cheaper and quieter. It gave her more time to work and to read. To utilize those two hours and forty-seven minutes in a more productive manner. Who even knew things like that?

After careful consideration over a glass of wine, she resigns herself to a life of spinster-dom and cats, living happily among her little library of books and British television shows.

Until that Monday, on her lunch break. Break time is her opportunity to spend time in her own little sanctuary, a tiny set of stairs tucked away on the side of building. Trees grow around it, sheltering it from most of the public eye. Weather permitting, she always takes her breaks out here, with a paper bag lunch and a book. It’s the perfect place to be alone.

Except she finds she isn’t.

Spencer Reid is sitting there. Either the universe is intent on creating cruel coincidences, or he’s there for her.

“Y/N,” he says. “I was looking for you. Garcia said I could find you here.” The latter it is. He is there to see her.

“Sorry, can I help you with something?” She doesn’t mean to sound callous, but it does come out that way. The last thing she wants on her break time is to relive a bad date.

Spencer stands, putting his hands in his pockets. The anxiousness he carries today is a different kind. Less jumpy. “I’d like to apologize for our date on Friday; and I was hoping for the opportunity to explain myself. If you’ll let me, that is.”

Y/N crosses her arms, holding tight to her paper sack. “Okay.”

For a second he looks startled, as though he hadn’t actually expected her to agree to his request. The doctor quickly composes himself. “I was nervous. Really nervous.” That much she knows. “The case we were on was a tough one, and it didn’t end well. I was already stressed when I met you, and I’d been even more nervous because Garcia had so many good things to say about you. Even before I met you, you seemed incredible.”

This Spencer Reid is eloquent, precise. She’s intrigued.

“I struggle with social cues to begin with. I’ve always been different, and when you’re a child prodigy you don’t really learn how to interact with people very well. I can’t read social situations the way most people can, and after the case I was tired and I was anxious and for me that’s not a combination. Then I saw you, and you were even more beautiful than Garcia told me. You have the most lovely smile. I know I messed up. I know I shouldn’t have said most of what I did say, and I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean to. And as for Maeve – for my previous girlfriend, I shouldn’t have brought it up on a first date. That’s something heavy, and I shouldn’t have put that weight on you so suddenly.”

Definitely more eloquent. His candor makes her blush. No one has ever been this straightforward with her, and the fact that he’s come all this way to the museum just for her is a wonderful gesture. Still…

“It’s okay, I get it. You’re still mourning her.” If he is in love with a ghost, there is nothing she can do. Time and space are the only ways to heal from a wound that deep. A broken heart is something she cannot remedy.

“Yes, but that’s not what I came here to say. I know that I made you uncomfortable by saying that you were different from Maeve. I didn’t mean it as a comparison or as an insult. Just as an observation. You were present, and real, and so passionate about everything you said. You were… you are alive. And I don’t mean that you’re living, but rather that your persona – your spirit – it’s bright. Alive. I like that. I – I like you. I know that I ruined that date, and I understand if you don’t want me to see you again, but I’d really like the chance to make it up to you.”

Her grip on the paper sack tightens. “Are you asking me out?”

Spencer swallows hard, but manages to nod. “I am. I’m asking for a second chance at a first date. Only if you want to though.”

Observe. That’s what she does best. Notice people and the stories they tell. Before her is a man who has asked her best friend where to find her, and come all the way to apologize for any unintended offense and to offer to make it up to her. It is sweet. She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t a little moving. Dinner was a disaster last time, but maybe the stars just weren’t aligned for them that night. First dates rarely go as smoothly as they do in books and in movies.

He has a broken heart. But he’s offering it to her.

“Okay,” she says.

“Okay?” The bewilderment in his expression is plain. Braced for rejection, her acceptance has taken him by surprise.

“Okay,” she laughs. “I’ll give you a second chance.”

Confusion transforms into a grin, one that puts his previous small smiles to shame. Happiness really does look good on him.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

She hopes Penelope is right about him. She wants Penelope to be right about him. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll be someone worth staying for.