that empty bus seat

Emergency Brake

Spencer Reid x Reader

You’d seen him almost every morning for the past twelve weeks on the way to and from work. You assumed he lived in the same direction as you as he was always on bus into the city in the morning when you got on, and stayed on it after you got off.

Occasionally he wasn’t on the bus and you always wondered why. Was he ill or on vacation, did he work away?

Maybe one day you’d ask him.

More than likely not. You’d just settle for admiring him from afar.

You looked forward to seeing him, even if you didn’t ever speak to him. He was pretty. Dark brown hair that was perpetually messy, hazel eyes, and a jaw bone you were fairly certain you could cut glass on. He was by far one of the most attractive men you’d seen in real life.

He almost always had a book with him, a different one every time, and you wondered how the hell he got through them so quickly. You bought books with you too but it took you three to four days to finish one. Whereas it seemed to take him less than a day, the book he was reading on the way home often different to the one he had in the morning. He was either a super quick speed reader, or he had a super short attention span and got bored with the story line easily.

Today was cold and the bus was packed. You’d spotted him at the front of the bus, one empty seat across the aisle from him. You took it, seeing him glance up at you and smile shyly. You smiled back and sat down, tugging your ear buds out and shoving them into your bag. You didn’t mind listening to music on the train but you always turned it off when you got on the bus for some reason.

Four stops away from yours, a heavily pregnant woman boarded and looked around for a seat. No one moved to offer their’s up, everyone avoiding eye contact.

You sighed and went to stand up, catching her eye and motioning to your chair. She smile gratefully and made her way towards you.

The man opposite you looked up from the book his nose was buried in and frowned, seeing you exchanging your seat with the woman. He went to stand.

“Here, have mine instead,” he offered.

“No no no. It’s fine. She can take mine. I’m up now.”

You moved out of the way, the woman thanking you and sitting down. The bus began to move again.

“Well at least have my seat then. I’ll stand.” He rose from his seat and you saw that he was almost a foot taller than you.

“Seriously it’s fine. I get off in three stops anyway and you’re always on here after me. Sit back down. It’s okay.” You smiled at him in assurance and after a moment or two, he reseated himself.

You gripped the pole next to where he was sat, holding on tight. You hated standing up on public transport but you weren’t about to make a pregnant woman stand and you didn’t want to take his seat, even though he’d offered.

You watched him push a lock of his hair back behind his ear, closing his book and putting it back in his messenger bag.

The bus stopped suddenly, jerking you and making you stumble, knocking his head with your bag as you clung onto the pole trying to keep your balance. You were too short to easily reach the overhead strap.

“Shit. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine. I’m okay. I have a hard head.”

Two more passengers got on the already crowed bus and it set off again. At the next stop, the bus jerked again. This time, you lost your balance completely and wound up on the attractive man’s lap.

Your eyes widened and you scrambled to get off, his own face shocked at the stranger he now had sitting on his knee.

“Fuckity fuck. Shit. Fuck!” you pulled yourself upright again, bright red with embarrassment, his own cheeks flushed.

“I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry!”

He started to chuckle, amused rather than angry.

“Are you sure you don’t want my seat? You seem pretty desperate to get in it.”

You laughed back at him, your embarrsment subsiding slightly.

“I’m sure. I’m just clumsy. One more stop anyway.”

The next stop came and you were seriously considering complaining to the transport agency about this drivers breaking. Again you were sent stumbling into the man’s lap, frantically grabbing at the pole to pull yourself up so you could get off the bus and get home, ready to research a new way of getting to work so you would never have to see this man again. So far today you’d hit him with your bag, and landed in his lap twice.

He was trying to help you but your bag had landed awkwardly and had somehow tangled with the straps of his. By the time you were upright and able to start moving, the bus had pulled off.

“Balls,” you sighed.

“That was your stop wasn’t it?” he asked you.

You nodded in response, moving to pull yourself off his knee where you still were.

He put his arm out, stopping you.

“Listen, just stay put. It’s probably safer that way. The next stop is mine anyway so we can get off together. I don’t want you falling into me again and making me miss mine too,” he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

He had such a nice smile, wide and happy with straight white teeth. His eyes sparkled when he grinned, making his handsome face even more beautiful.

“I’m Spencer,” he introduced himself.

“Y/N. I’d offer you my hand, but I figure we’re kinda beyond that now right?”

“Well you are sitting on my knee. I guess we are. Right, the stop’s coming up. Think you can handle walking down the aisle without falling over?”

“Who knows. I’ll probably still manage to fall into you or something. You might just wanna wait for a few moments and walk a few paces behind me.”

“You might be right there,” he replied, teasing you.

The bus stopped again and you hauled yourself up, rushing down the aisle and shooting the driving a filthy look as you got off. He wasn’t the usual driver and you blamed him for your embarrassment.

“Y/N… Wait.”

Spencer called after you and you haulted in your tracks, turning towards him.

“Erm… Do you have far to walk?” he asked, looking down at his feet nervously.

“Nah, I’m only five blocks out. The exercise will probably do me good. I’m really sorry by the way.”

“It really is okay… Listen… Erm….. You like coffee right? I see you with a Starbucks cup most mornings,” he was still shuffling his feet, not really making eye contact.

“I live on coffee. I swear I probably pay the manager’s wages single handedly with the amount I spend in there.”

“Would you…. Erm… Would you like to get a coffee with me sometime, maybe?”

He was asking you out?

He was asking you out!

“Really? You wanna get coffee with me?” You were totally surprised. This guy was way out of your league. Yet here he was, stuttering slightly and stumbling over his words.

“Only if you w-want to… It’s okay if you don’t… I understand,” he finally met your gaze, rejection already set in his face.

“Do you wanna go now? I kinda owe you one.”

“Really?”

“Sure. You can tell me how you manage to get through so many books…. ”

“You notice that I read?” he seemed totally surprised.

“Yes. It’s hard not to notice you. You’re kinda the best thing about my journey.”

He blushed before replying, “You’re kinda the best thing about mine too.”

You both smiled shyly at each other, before you decided to take the intitate and reach for his hand.

“Coffee shop’s this way.”

Tsundere... (Park Woojin) Pt. 1

Summary: School AU with Park Woojin and many many other produce 101 (season 1 and 2) contestants.

Author’s note: im trying something new and am doing different perspectives, one from your side and one from woojin’s side… hopefully this’ll turn out how i want. thanks to everyone who supports my writing! lmk if i should continue or not :-)

Part 2  Part 3 Part 4

Part 1: Vanilla

Your perspective…

It was your first day of school and things were looking okay. You had just gotten on the bus and had found an empty seat near the middle. Looking around, you saw an old couple, a businessman, a pregnant mother, and another boy who was wearing the same school uniform as you. This isn’t too bad…

Because you lived a little bit far from school there was at least 15 minutes until you would get to school not including the stops in between. You leaned against the window and studied the buildings and people that passed by you, trying to minimize any anxiety you had about starting school in a completely new environment.

About halfway through the ride, another boy and girl in the same school uniform as you boarded the bus. You made eye contact with the girl who gave you a warm smile before sitting next to the two boys in the back. Even though you were a few rows in front of them you couldn’t help but listen to their whispers behind you.

“Do you think she’s a freshman? I mean she looks a little bit more mature than that…”

“She might’ve just moved here. Ay Somi, if she’s in our grade do you think I could date her? She’s pretty cute– Ow! What’d you smack me for?”

“You think you’re all that Park Jihoon. Even if you’re willing to date her doesn’t mean she’s willing to date you.”

Jihoon scoffed. “Who wouldn’t be willing to date me?”

After the bus got to school and you found your homeroom with ease, you were relieved to see the girl you assumed was Somi walk into the class. She greeted her friends before walking over to talk to you. “Hey, I saw you on the bus this morning and I don’t mean for this to sound mean but I didn’t recognize you, are you new?” She gave you the same bright smile you saw on the bus and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yeah I moved here a few weeks ago. I’m y/n.”

“I’m Somi! I’ll introduce you to my friends Yoojung and Doyeon over there after class and we can eat lunch together if you want!”

You let out a sigh of relief. “I’d love to eat lunch with you. Honestly I was worried I wouldn’t have anywhere to sit.”

“Ah don’t worry about it! You’re one of our friends now. If you need help with adjusting here or anything really, just ask.”

Between classes and during lunch you were happy to find that conversations with Somi, Yoojung, and Doyeon ran smoothly and you all laughed and talked as if you had known each other for years. You four exchanged numbers and even made a new group chat. Although their friendliness was extremely unexpected, you gladly accepted it.

On the ride home, Somi invited you to sit next to the two other boys you had seen earlier. “Hey guys, this is y/n, she’s new here. Y/N, this is Jihoon and Woojin.”

“Nice to meet you!” Jihoon flashed you a smile.

“Yeah, hi.” Woojin nodded his head before turning his head towards the window.

You were a bit taken back by Woojin’s response but didn’t take it personally. I mean you were sort of intruding their friend group all of a sudden, and it wasn’t like he was supposed to be as friendly as everyone else you had met. He’s probably shy, you thought. To your relief, conversations ran smoothly once again as you, Somi, and Jihoon ranted nonstop about how mean your teachers were before they had to leave at their stop.

“Hey Woojinah, be nice to y/n!” Jihoon giggled before Somi pushed him off of the bus. 

“Bye y/n! Text me later!”

You awkwardly laughed before turning around to talk to Woojin, only to see him putting on a pair of headphones and closing his eyes. You didn’t know what to do for a few seconds but just retreated to looking at your phone for the rest of the ride until you got off.


Woojin’s perspective…

Woojin boarded the bus, excited to start school after a long hard summer of working nonstop teaching a dance workshop to younger kids. Even though he rarely showed his emotions, Woojin was genuinely happy thinking about seeing his friends again. After one stop, Woojin noticed a girl he had never seen before wearing the same school uniform as him walk onto the bus. She looked around before sitting near the middle of the bus.

Woojin wondered who she was, but didn’t think too much about it. She’s probably new here. Woojin thought to himself. After a few more stops, Woojin’s face lit up as he saw two of his best friends Somi and Jihoon waiting at the bus stop.

“Woojin, we missed you so much! How was your summer?” Somi asked.

“It was okay I guess. Pretty tiring though so I’m glad I’m done working. What about you guys?”

“Me and Jihoon spent the summer volunteering at the animal shelter.” Somi started laughing. “You should have seen him trying to wash the cats.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault they don’t like water…” Jihoon pouted. “But I don’t think this is the most important thing we could be talking about right now…”

“What are you talking about?” Woojin glanced up at Jihoon. He loved these two with all his heart but he did not want to be dragged into the gossip that Jihoon and Somi seemed to love so much and after spending months away from them he just wanted to hear their stories about the animal shelter not about who dated who and who wore what.

Jihoon nodded his head towards the girl that Woojin had forgotten about. “Oh yeah, I noticed her. She got on a stop after me.”

“Do you think she’s a freshman? I mean she looks a little bit more mature than that…” Somi tried to get a good look at you but you had your back towards them.

“She might’ve just moved here. Ay Somi, if she’s in our grade do you think I could date her? She’s pretty cute– Ow!” Woojin laughed as Jihoon retreated away from Somi and hugged Woojin. “What’d you smack me for?”

“You think you’re all that Park Jihoon. Even if you’re willing to date her doesn’t mean she’s willing to date you.”

Jihoon scoffed. “Who wouldn’t be willing to date me?”

Woojin tuned out the rest of Somi and Jihoon’s bickering and found himself watching you for the rest of the bus ride. Woojin jumped a little bit, scared that you had caught him staring as you turned to your backpack to take out some lip balm. Although he could barely see you, Woojin noticed himself admiring the way your hair gently fell over your face, the way you kept adjusting your uniform, the way you got surprised every time the bus ran over a speed bump….

Woojin sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He reminded himself that relationships only hurt people in the end and he shouldn’t try to pursue one or even catch feelings for you to begin with. He remembered watching Somi go through the worst breakup he had ever seen about a year ago, and how him and Yoojung spent days trying to cheer her up. He couldn’t imagine letting himself or anyone else go through that pain.

“Earth to Woojin?! We’re here!” Woojin realized he had been too absorbed in his thoughts to see that the bus had stopped in front of the school.

“Sorry guys I’m just a little tired today. Slept late finishing the summer homework.” Woojin walked past you and although he was too shy to see what you looked like, the whiff of your vanilla perfume made him blush.

Woojin sat in the back of his homeroom class, and scanned around to see who he’d have to spend the rest of the year with. Even though Jihoon wasn’t in the same class as him, Woojin noticed that Somi and most of her girlfriends were. “Park Woojin, is that you?” He looked up to see one of his closest childhood friends, Daehwi, sit next to him.

“Daehwi! Long time no see!” Woojin smiled widely, glad that his best friend was in his class. “How’s it going?”

“Really good! I’m so glad you’re in this class with me. I was scared I’d be stuck with only Somi. I love her but she always gets me in trouble with the teacher for talking too much.” Daehwi sighed before noticing you from across the room. “Hey who’s that. Is she new? I’ve never seen her before.”

“Yeah, she was on the same bus as me, Somi, and Jihoon.”

Once the class started, he found himself looking over to you every time you talked, coughed, moved, breathed, existed. He studied your mannerisms, the things you laughed at, the things that made you nervous, everything. Woojin couldn’t understand why you caught his eye so much, but the vanilla perfume he smelled as he passed by you earlier was all that was on his mind.

After school ended, Woojin rushed to the bus so he wouldn’t have to face talking to you in case you ended up bumping into each other. Thankful, Woojin was happy that he had made it on before you did. He would not let a girl he hadn’t even spoken a word to suddenly take over his life and distract him when he was busy with school and dance. 

Jihoon sat next to him, giving him a confused look. “What’s up with you today Woojin? You’re never this.. this urgent to get on the bus.”

“I’m just tired–”

“Hey guys, this is y/n, she’s new here. Y/N, this is Jihoon and Woojin.”

SOMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woojin glared at Somi. All of that work to avoid who he now knew as y/n, was gone to waste.

“Nice to meet you!” Jihoon flashed you a smile before nudging Woojin.

“Yeah, hi.” Woojin nodded his head before turning his head towards the window. He obviously knew what you looked like now, but he knew that even one second of eye contact could make him go crazy. 

Woojin blocked out the conversation next to him and tried not to think about how when you walked on the bus with Somi he was taken back by how good you looked in the school uniform that so many people thought was ugly. He tried not to think about how your laugh made his heart flutter. He tried not to think about how jealous he got when you got friendly with Jihoon and slapped his arm when he said something funny. He tried not to think about how the smell of your vanilla perfume lingered in his head, reminding him of warmth and comfort.

But that was all he could think about.

Part 2

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Veiled people, veiled people everywhere! The entire bus is full of them!
“Verschleierte, überall Verschleierte! Der ganze Bus ist voll”

A German Twitter user posted this photo of unoccupied bus seats in September 2016, when there were discussions to ban wearing clothes that veil the face in public.

In late July 2017, the photo reappeared in a private Norwegian right-wing Facebook group with the comment “What do people think of this?”, sparking a heated debate about Muslim immigration into Europe in general and Norway in particular. Some of the discussants found a whole bus full of people wearing burquas frightening.

The media attention was there, even the Washington Post reported on this discussion in an article.

It turned out that the original poster on Facebook wanted to play a practical joke and was shocked how many people were easily fooled into believing that they saw burquas when they in fact saw empty bus seats, demonstrating the degree of hysteria in the public discourse. He also said that he hoped the resulting media attention would help distinguish between legitimate criticism of the current immigration policy on the one hand, and hateful racism and xenophobia on the other hand.

One user commented that he passed the test since the first thing he saw was a bunch of Darth Vaders.

Almost 2 || Dan Howell

A/N: I was kinda in a hurry when I wrote this. for a while I thought i wouldn’t manage to update today. but here I am.

Word Count: 1.1K

POV: Reader + Dan

MASTERLIST //  PART ONE

Originally posted by irrevocablys

I guess the worst love stories are the ones that end with an almost. We almost dated, we almost made it, he almost loved me. I did love him. Now he is just the guy I once used to talk to.

It took a while until saying his name didn’t hurt anymore. It took a while until ‘Dan’ could leave my lips without feeling like I had been stabbed in my chest.

I spent months wishing that he would change his mind, I wanted more than an almost. I wasted all of those wishes.

Instead season changed. On an early autumn day, I packed my bags and put my most important belongings into countless boxes. I left my beloved hometown behind to start a new chapter: Uni.

Only two months after me and Dan stopped talking, right after that one unlucky night, I left. I moved out of my apartment that was so close to Dan’s. We didn’t take the same bus anymore and when Phil invited his friends over I wasn’t there.

It wasn’t because of Dan, I did it for me. I still stayed in contact with Phil though after all, he was my best friend. We talked a lot on skype and on the phone, but we barely got to see each other.

So as soon as I had a few weeks off university I decided to come back for a little visit.

I arrived by train and had to take about 5 different underground trains before I finally got onto a familiar bus. It was the one me and Dan always rode whenever we wanted to see Phil. Line 25. After nearly a year, I didn’t look for a tall guy with brown hair anymore anywhere I went.

But to my surprise, he did look for me.

Dan’s POV

Sometimes people leave and although you never see them again, they never truly leave your mind. Every time I got on the bus that me and Y/N used to take I couldn’t help but look for her.

She’d been gone for more than a year now and it was a totally irrational thing for me to do. But I searched for the colour of her eyes and that smile of hers. I imagined her getting on my bus and taking a seat next to me, just like she did before I told her that I didn’t feel the same.

I was on my way to Phil’s flat. Line 25. It was a warm spring evening and the sun hadn’t set yet. She was on my mind again, she was the one that got away. I was once again scanning unknown faces of strangers who quickly hopped onto the bus.

But then it happened. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I spotted her. She was carrying a large bag and her hair looked a little bit shorter than I remembered. I had forgotten how to breath. With my mouth hung open I stared at the girl, trying to figure out if it was actually Y/N. Could that be possible? Was she back in town again?

I was nervous, I was sad, I was excited, I was so many things at the same time.

Although I told her that I wasn’t into her she was still on my mind a year after. Go figure.

I felt like shouting her name on top of my voice but I didn’t. She was scanning the bus for an empty seat. She looked a little bit exhausted and quickly sat down a few rows in front of me with her huge bag on her lap.

Y/N hadn’t noticed me yet. I was torn between wanting to talk to her and being afraid to do so.

It just felt good to see her again, although I just got to see the back of her head for most of the ride.  

When my stop neared, she was the one that pressed the stop button. She got up and eventually we walked out of the same door. Our feet hit the pavement at the exact same time. Normally the fresh air would help me think more clearly but there was just a huge mess where my brain should’ve been.

Suddenly standing next to her all I could do, was stutter out a simple and basic ‘hello’.

Y/N finally raised her head and her eyes met mine. She looked surprised at first but then she smiled.

“Oh my god, hey Dan!” she then exclaimed and gave me a quick little hug.

I was a little bit overwhelmed. It was absurd to be so close to her again. I was still mad at myself, so why wasn’t she mad at me?

“Are you on your way to Phil’s?” I asked her as we just started walking to his flat automatically.

“Yes, surprise visit. Sorry, I didn’t know that you two had plans.” She explained and apologized.

“No problem at all.” I told her and the truth was that I wanted her to be there.

“So how’s life?” She asked me, still smiling and god she looked beautiful.

It takes about 5 minutes to get to Phil’s apartment from the bus station. During those 5 minutes we just talked about our lives and about the things that changed since she left. She talked about her life at university and about all of the people she met and how great everything is.

A year ago, I would have half-heartedly listened but now every word that left her mouth seemed to be important to me. I would have listened to her waffle for hours about anything really.

And as she continued talking I realised that she was completely over me. Seeing me didn’t hurt her. She was happy, we were like old friends now. I wasn’t the guy who broke her heart anymore, I was Dan the guy she once liked.

I guess she didn’t feel the same anymore, now that I did. I wished I could have already loved her a year ago, when she loved me.

Maybe if the timing were right we could have made it.

I stopped in the middle of my tracks while she continued walking to Phil’s flat that was right in front of us. She didn’t even notice that I wasn’t walking next to her anymore.

I felt empty just like she had felt a year ago. We had completely switched places.

And although I did fall for her the story still ends with an almost.

And almost is never enough.

Crushing on You Pt. 1 ( Park Woojin )

Author’s Note: I’m sorry I took so long just to upload one part lmao I kept getting distracted by updates or getting up to get food whenever I went to write. Anyways, this is gonna be a 2 part scenario bcuz its pretty long so I hope u enjoy this. also sorry if the ending felt a little bit rushed i really wanted to finish part 1 so i could upload lol

Character: Park Woojin

Genre: Fluff :-)

Word Count: 4,449

Summary: Highschool!AU and Non-Idol!AU where your childhood friend Park Woojin has a crush on you and your brother Kang Daniel helps him confess his feelings to you.

Requested Scenario!!!

Originally posted by oneironaut12


“YAH Y/N! HURRY UP OR WE’LL MISS THE BUS!” Your brother’s voice yell from downstairs. You stood up late finishing up homework that was due today since you procrastinated watching variety shows for the past couple days and you were attempting to not look bad in a short amount of time. “I KNOW I KNOW I’M COMING!” You yell back at him, slamming your door shut behind you with your bag in your hand, running quickly down the stairs, almost slipping on the last step. “Can you be any slower?” your brother teased, giving you a mocking smile. “Shut up Daniel. I just woke up late.” you say, smacking his arm as you walk past him to get your shoes. “I saved you a banana since you spent all your time doing your makeup.” he said and placed the curve of the banana on your shoulder where it would lay like a weird shoulder guard. You were too busy trying to put your ridiculously hard to slip on shoes and grunted as thanks. “Wow I don’t even get a proper thank you. Rude.” he said and opened the door and walked a couple steps forward, turning back around to look at you still putting on your other shoe.

A familiar voice near the gates of your house calls out to you as you were shoving your foot into your shoe. “Y/N did you wake up late again?” You look up to see your childhood friend Woojin waiting outside the gates, Daniel greeting him with a low high-five, followed with a friendly chest bump. You rolled your eyes at the lame greeting he had with your brother, finally getting your foot into your dumb shoe and hopped up to dust off your uniform. You walked out of the house, shutting and locking the door behind you. As you walked towards the two boys that were bickering, you grabbed the banana that Daniel placed on your shoulder and started eating it with a blank expression. 

“You look like a gorilla.” Daniel snorted with a huge grin on his face and immediately got hit by you. You glared at him before continuing to eat the banana and Woojin stepped back to let you too walk out from behind the gates, the three of you walking down the road to get to the bus stop. “How come you got no sleep? Did you watch too many variety shows again?” Woojin teased, laughing a little when he looked down to see you giving him a “shut your mouth” kind of stare. He couldn’t take the glare seriously since one cheek was slightly filled with the banana that you were eating and you smacked him lightly on the arm. 

You sighed and threw the banana peel in a nearby trashcan. “No it was the negative effects of watching too many variety shows. I didn’t do any of my homework until last night.” You say and stretch your arms up, letting out a long exhale. “How do you even watch variety shows for 5 days straight?” Daniel said and looked at you with a weirdly judgmental face. “Yah, I don’t judge you for watching a kids show don’t judge me for watching variety shows.” You retorted, glancing at Woojin who was laughing at the sibling bickering. “It’s not a kids show! You know damn well that everyone loves Power Rangers.” He huffed and nudged you to the side a little too hard (poor baby forgets his own strength sometimes), causing you to lose balance.

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aftertaste


Genre:
Angst

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Summary: What happens when the school’s player ends up taking an interest in you?

Length: 8.7k words


“I don’t know Ji-yeon I don’t think I’d make a great partner for that.” I said shutting my locker and throwing my books in my bag. “Can’t you find someone else?”

“Come on Y/N the grand prize is almost $3,000, imagine if we win,” Ji-yeon groaned shaking my arm in frustration. “Please I’ll even pay for your fee to enter.” I rolled my eyes about to give her another no in response until I heard the first period bell ring and I shot her a smirk,

“Got to get to class don’t want to be late!” I teased pushing my way through the hundreds of students filling the halls. I heard her shouting over the crowd and I proudly smiled to myself for getting out of another one of her schemes she wanted me to partake in. Although Ji-yeon was my best friend, she certainly always got both of us into trouble. Back in freshman year she somehow managed to convince me to sneak into a bar with a fake ID she bought off some guy she met outside the mall, needless to say it obviously didn’t work and we were both grounded for the rest of the school year. Ever since then her shenanigans have gotten crazier and this idea just sounded like trouble to me. I made it to the English building and found my classroom, I made a beeline to my desk and got all my materials I needed for the period as the final bell rang signaling the start of class.

“Good morning class please turn to page 147 on your book, you will be working on this worksheet today,” Mrs. Kim announced, “Also I have the flyers for this years Senior Assassin competition, the prize is pretty big this year so take advantage.” My head shot up from my book and I waited patiently for a flyer to get around to my desk.

This is what Ji-yeon was talking about…

Grabbing it I scanned it reading the rules and details.

Senior Assassin Competition

Rules: You and your partner will be assigned two targets and you must eliminate them by shooting them with a nerf gun, you must do this outside of safe zones. Last team standing wins the cash prize.

Safe zones: School property, jobs, homes.

Please turn in the fee to participate by Friday. Targets for each team will be released on Monday. Good luck everyone!

“You gonna do it?” My classmate Yerin spoke up next to me getting my attention. I shrugged my shoulders, “I’m not so sure, Ji-yeon wants me to be her partner but I think I’ll pass.”

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You Me Her

Don’t Judge my 3 second banner 

Chapter One: Nature

Word Count: 999

Notes: This story is based off my Drunk(er) Riley one shot. It’s not a prequel or a sequel to the one shot itself but a reimagined and further developed story as it’s been highly requested I turn it into a multi chapter fic. This is a TRIAL chapter. Yes, it’s the first official chapter of the story but I’m just testing if people want me to continue so be sure to leave me a review if you do want more :)

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Riley sits in the bay window in the lobby of the Mount Sun Lodge. She’s got a heavy boot weighing her foot down and a heavy heart weighing down her mood.

Riley stretches as much as her body allows her to in order to look out the window and take in everything Mother Nature is displaying. Riley hears movement on the stairs and sees Lucas approaching her, he looks nervous as he sits down.

“I’m sorry I got mad at you for talking to Evan,” Lucas opens with an apology.

“That’s alright,” Riley half smiles her heart already sinking. This was it. This is the end.

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Ninjago Movie: The Story of Claire (Three Parts)

“There he is….”

“Ugh, he looked at me!”

“Why does he have to ride my bus…”

Claire heard all the whispers and looked up from her book. Her eyes along with all the eyes on the bus fell on the blonde teenager slowly walking down the middle aisle.

Nicole nudged her. “We’re at his stop already.”

The infamous Lloyd Garmadon scanned the full bus of students before taking the empty seat right in front of Claire and Nicole.

“C'mon,” Nicole grumbled as she almost shoved Claire out of her seat and across the aisle. She was forced on top of Ricky and Jason and Nicole shoved her book bag into her side. “Hey, watch it.” She snapped at Nicole.

Claire strained her neck to look over her best friends body and view the boy sitting in the seat across and to the front of her. Just like every school morning, when Lloyd Garmadon entered the bus and took his seat, the whole bus would adjust to sit as far from him as possible. Nobody has sat on Lloyd’s side of the bus in the history of him walking on the bus on his first day of school freshman year. It makes sense and all, for his father is the city’s greatest enemy.

But Claire had noticed something….odd. She tried to tell Nicole, but she was certain Lloyd was a spy for his Father. She would spread rumors about the blonde boy, all that Claire knew wasn’t the full truth. The truth, which somehow only Claire noticed, was that Lloyd entered the school bus every day with a smile. He made eye contact with people and said “hey”, and even when the school bus adjusted to escape him, he would just smile uncomfortably. “He’s acting nice to get close to us,” Nicole would presume. “I swear, his father is going to destroy us all-and Lloyd is his right hand man.”

Of course, everyone believed Lloyd was a villain, so nobody would listen to Claire’s theory that Lloyd was just a nice guy. But something itched at her. If Lloyd was really a villain and in league with his father, then why is he so believable at being so nice?

“Claire!” Nicole hissed at her, and Claire jolted out of her thoughts. “Stop staring at him like that!”

Claire raised her eyebrows in shock. “Like what?”

She rolled her eyes. “You were looking at him like you felt bad for him.”

Ricky and Jason gasped from under her. “You weren’t. Not Lloyd!” Jason spat quietly.

Claire choked on her breath. “Well, maybe he isn’t that bad!” She murmured, but Nicole snorted.

“Not bad! His father is the Worst Guy Ever. Naturally, that makes him even worse.”

“How?” Claire asked.

“First generation prodigy.” She grumbled. “It’s in his blood to be bad.”

Claire rolled her eyes, then focused them again on the blonde headed boy. He glanced around one last time before his smile melted away. He reached up and pulled his hood up from his green jacket and turned to look out the window with his arms tucked in his pockets. Nicole may think that he has bad blood, but Claire just couldn’t imagine it.


(Later that day)


The school bell rang, cueing the start of fifth period. Claire slid into her seat, second from the front and right next to the window. She pulled out her textbook, but her eyes slid upwards to watch Lloyd slip through the door as the bell shut off.

“Late again, Lloyd.” The professor didn’t even look up from his paperwork by his desk.

“Sir, I clearly made it as the bell was still ringing-” he debated.

“And talking back, again.” The teacher glanced at the blonde. “Detention.”

Kai raised his hand in the back, but didn’t bother to wait to being called on. “Excuse me, sir-but Lloyd didn’t do anything wrong.”

Lloyd glanced at the spiky haired student, but silently took his seat. The teacher didn’t even glance at Kai as he slapped the pink slip on Lloyd’s desk. “Another word from you, Kai, and you get the same punishment. Also, I should write you up for your hair, which is a few inches higher than I allow.”

A few people in the class giggled, and Kai sat back in his seat with a frown. Claire smiled a little, but looked back at Lloyd. He took out his book and slipped the detention slip inside the cover. The shy scarf wearer Jay sitting next to him gave him a nervous look. He whispered something to the blonde, but Lloyd shook his head. Nya, who sat next to Jay slammed her textbook on her desk and whispered furiously over Jay’s desk.

“Is there anything you wish to share, Nya?” The teacher droned as he was writing the lesson on the board.

“No, sir.” She said, but her tone was deadly. Claire raised an eyebrow.

“I do though.”

The class turned in shock to see Zane, the cyborg, who had spoken. Claire, who sat just to the left of him, stared at him in shock. The teacher turned and peered at him from over his glasses. Zane was the top student in the class, and the top student in the school. He hasn’t gotten anywhere near trouble in his history at all.

“Yes Zane?” The teacher asked curiously. Lloyd was the only student in the class who wasn’t looking at Zane.

“The length of time the bell rings at the start of class is 5.347 seconds. Lloyd stepped inside of this classroom at second 4.983. According to my calculations Lloyd was .364 seconds early to the start of class.”

The teacher blinked. “That point aside, Lloyd did talk-”

“According to the rules of this school, the appropriate punishment to a student talking back to a teacher is a warning.” Zane continued. “And since Lloyd was clearly on time to class, and then tried to argue that point, I say the accurate jurisdiction is that Lloyd should get a warning, not a detention.”

The class was dead silent. The teacher paused, as if thinking his words over. Finally, he slowly approached Lloyd’s desk. “Very well. You get a warning Lloyd.” He extended his hand, and Lloyd opened his book and handed the slip back to the teacher.

Nicole leaned back in her seat right in front of Claire. “I can’t believe the robot just defended a Garmadon,” she murmured. Claire didn’t say anything, but she did see Zane flinch beside her.

“Anyway,” the teacher began as he crumpled the piece of paper and tossed it in the trash can, “Today’s history lesson will focus on-”

The ground suddenly shook, knocking a few books off of desks and pictures off of the wall. Claire grabbed her desk in shock. She looked around confused, but noticed Lloyd standing and looking out the window.

Claire turned and looked through the blinds and out the window.

Planes blanketed the sky and people dressed as sharks slid down ropes just outside the window and across the city. Claire knew exactly what was happening.

“Garmadon is attacking!!!” Rose squealed from the back row.

“Everyone down!” The teacher barked. Claire along with the rest of the class ducked under their desks as they were instructed to do during an attack, but then a chorus of students asked for a bathroom pass. She looked up from under her desk and watched Lloyd, Kai, Jay, Nya, Zane, and, oddly enough, Cole all rush up with their agendas. The teacher blindly signed them all and then disappeared under his own desk. The six students dashed to the door, and immediately after they left, she heard the roar of Nya’s motorcycle.

Claire furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but another quake from outside made her duck her head in fear.


(After the attack of Meowthra, the reveal of the Green Ninja, and the sacrifice of Lord Garmadon)


There was no way Claire could read on the bus today. Everyone was chatting excitedly, waiting for his stop. Nicole couldn’t stop talking about how she knew that there was something weird with Lloyd and that he was acting like a villain to hide the fact that he was actually the Green Ninja. Claire stayed quite, but she had a small smile on her face, for she knew that she was the only one on the bus that had good faith in Lloyd.

The bus finally reached the stop and the doors swung open. Everyone fell silent as they waited for student.

Lloyd climbed onto the bus and smiled at the driver and then turned to the seats. All the students stared at him, but there was a strong positive energy surging through all of the kids. Lloyd lost his smile, which shocked Claire. Then Lloyd acted even more out of character. He turned and slid into the front right of the bus, pulled up his hood and slammed his book bag in the seat next to him, cutting off every student on the bus.

“Huh,” Nicole said next to Claire. “Looks like he rather be left alone.”

Claire nodded distractedly, wondering why he would do something so rash after all those years trying to be nice to everyone.

As the bus arrived at school, it suddenly hit Claire. As the doors opened, Claire grabbed her bag and dashed down the aisle. “Claire, wait!” Nicole called out, but Claire didn’t even look back. The hooded teenage ninja was already far off the bus, but Claire wasn’t about to watch him suffer any further.

She finally caught up to him by his locker. The whole school was watching him, but everyone that approached him with a huge grin he ignored. He pushed through the crowds of Green Ninja fans, but the person who finally tapped on his shoulder by his locker was not one of them.

Lloyd glanced over his shoulder. “I’m not giving away autographs,” he grumbled. “Please, just leave me alone.”

Claire felt every eye on her. “I’m not here for an autograph.”

Lloyd turned and looked at her. She sucked her breath in a little. She had never gotten this close to Lloyd, so just now she realized just how attractive he was behind his jacket hood and ninja hood. “Look,” he snapped. “If you are just now being kind to me because I’m the Green Ninja, then I rather you leave me alone. I don’t deserve any more kindness than I was given before you all found out who I really was.” He slammed his locker shut and then pulled his hood on tighter.

Claire blinked in shock. The words stung a little, but she couldn’t help but notice pain behind his emerald green eyes. The hallway hushed a little, but Lloyd’s little speech seemed to make everyone turn away from the Green Ninja and on to other things. Lloyd tightened his jaw and then turned to leave.

“I’m sorry about your father.”

Lloyd paused. Now the students had no interest in either Lloyd or Claire as they all walked past them. Claire took a deep breath as Lloyd slowly turned back to the girl.

“Are you really?” He asked, his voice tight with emotion.

“I am, truly,” she answered honestly. “I heard he sacrificed himself to save Ninjago. It must have been….hard for you.”

Lloyd hesitated before slowly pulling his hood down. “Yeah….it was.” He murmured. “I wouldn’t imagine anyone else feeling bad about him being gone.”

Claire smiled weakly. “Well, I guess you were mistaken.”

Lloyd nodded slowly. “Well, thank you.” He slowly turned to leave. Claire paused to say something else, but decided against it. She also turned, but for some reason tears began to burn at her eyes.

The blonde was about to cover his head up with his hood when Claire grabbed his arm.

“It’s not fair,” she whispered. Lloyd looked at her with wide eyes. “You didn’t deserve any of the hate you got for being a Garmadon.”

Lloyd just stared.

“I know you may think I’m saying this because now I know you are the Green Ninja, but it’s the opposite.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

Claire sighed and then stepped a little closer. “I wanted to tell you before, but I was…afraid to stand out. You have always been good, haven’t you? You were different than your father.”

Claire new that now he had his full attention. “…..yeah. I hated him until up to a few days ago.”

“I knew it,” Claire breathed. Lloyd raised an eyebrow.

“You knew, yet stayed silent?” Lloyd whispered.

Claire felt the tears burn again. “I’m sorry. I should’ve said something, but I was just so scared-”

“No, I understand.” Lloyd interrupted. “I would have been scared in your position too.”

Claire paused, then looked down at the floor. “I know you saved the world and all….but when you were just Lloyd to all of us, you just…let everyone hate you. You didn’t deserve any of it, but you didn’t hate them. You…..are the best person I know.”

Lloyd chuckled. “Well, saving Ninjago is one thing.” He shrugged. “But….as far as I can tell right now, you are the best person at this school.”

Her heart stood still. “You don’t mean that,” she laughed nervously.

“No, I do,” he replied. “I really appreciate it, Claire.”

Her smile twitched. “You…know my name.”

Now he smiled nervously and leaned against the lockers. “Just because my hood was up doesn’t mean I wasn’t listening.”

“Oh,” Claire giggled. “Then you probably heard my stupid question in third period a few weeks ago.”

Lloyd bust out a quick laugh. “You know, I had the same question.” He confessed with a smile.

She smiled back. “You’re kidding. You’re smarter than that!”

He sucked in a breath and then lifted his hands in a shrug. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Taking a deep breath, she nervously clutched the shoulder straps of her book bag. “You haven’t disappointed me at all, Lloyd.” She replied with a smile.

She rocked on her ankles as Lloyd just gawked at her. As the awkward silence grew between the two of them, Claire darted her eyes away. “Well, I should probably get to class,” she finally began.

Lloyd cleared his throat. “Do you….should I…escort, uh, walk you to class?” He stuttered nervously.

Claire blushed and laughed before nodding. Lloyd stuck his hands in his pockets. “I guess it would be nice to have a black belt ninja to walk you to class for a change,” he confessed.

Claire joined his side as they began to walk down the hallway. She tilted her head some, taking that comment to thought. “I think ‘just Lloyd’ is good enough for me.” She answered with a smile.

The blonde headed teen blushed beside her. They shared a laugh, and then Lloyd turned to her dramatically. “Wait, what do you mean 'just Lloyd’?!”

The two of them laughed at each other as they made their way to class, each of them slowly realizing that both of their school years had just gotten a whole lot better.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you have done this before/if you want to do it, but could you please write smth were seven and yoosung are self-conscious about their body cause they aren't really fit and their MC is a well known model? Thank youuuuuuu

Awh :(
Smol spoilers for Seven’s ending, none for Yoosung
Seven’s is so much longer than Yoosung’s I’m sorry ;;
Smol reminder I’d love to do some Valentines themed asks~
~Mod L

Yoosung

Yoosung glanced at his phone, and quickly jumped out of bed, running out of his room. I can’t be late agaiiiiiin!
He quickly grabbed his bag, and ran out the door. He barely had his jacket on when he ran onto the bus, plopping down on the first empty seat he saw. He pulled out his phone, and let out a sigh of relief as he saw the bus will arrive to campus on time. He leaned his head back and felt his stomach grumble. Oh no…..

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This week’s WWM Flash Ficlet prompt was:

Today is like any normal day. Except you keep seeing the same stranger at random times and every where you see them, little things begin to change.

I’m barely scooting in under the wire, but all my editing time got eaten this week.

AO3


Cas doesn’t think about it too hard when there’s a stranger in his usual seat on the bus. It’s late July and all the college kids are moving back to town, some changeover can be expected in his morning commute. But he’s also uncaffeinated, so it’s not worth fussing over. Cas claims a seat closer to the back, plugs his headphones in, and goes back to ignoring his fellow passengers.

Or he tries to. The stranger stares at him the entire ride from his apartment complex to campus. It would feel creepy if Cas wasn’t also contending with a hangover washing over him as the bus moves. Briefly, he wonders if he’s coming down sick, a single beer with a burger and fries shouldn’t give him a hangover, and even if it did… He woke up this morning feeling fine. But then, his hand is aching, throbbing in time with the pounding in his head. Maybe he had more to drink than he remembers, or finally accepted his downstairs neighbor’s invitation to come relax.

There’s a flash when the bus pulls up to his stop, sunlight glinting off of a windshield, that briefly dazzles him. The fabric on the seat where the stranger sat is different when he glances at it, trying to get his eyes to refocus, wood instead of garish blue. But then it looks normal after his eyes flick away for a moment.

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The beginning of a little Phan AU where Dan and Phil meet on the school bus and fall in love

Genre- Fluff and maybe a bit of smut in the later chapters if you look hard enough ;)

Warnings- A bit of extreme flirting

Word Count- Chapter 1- 834

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“It‘s not red, it‘s peach“

(A/N): First of all, I‘m sorry for being absent. Second, this idea popped into my mind on the bus earlier today so I cannot promise that it‘s good. Enjoy x

Words: 528

Originally posted by nxstx

You stumble into the bus and plop down onto one of the empty seat, just like every other school day. Bus rides are probably the most tiring 30 minutes out of your whole morning routine - if you‘d call oversleeping and then try to look remotely decent a routine - thanks to those obnoxious kids at the further back and constant angry adults that complains about everything that breathes. For some reason the bus is immensely cramped today, including the standing seats. Suddenly someone gets pushed down onto the seat next to you with such a bounce, that their shoulder brushes against yours, making you turn your head to look at them. 

“Shit, sorry“ 

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a concept: even drags isak out of his room (after multiple kisses because we all know how stubborn isak is). according to even, isak needs to “get a life” because “you only live once” and isak rolls his eyes but follows even out of the door (even could walk straight into Hell and isak would still follow him) they find two seats on the bus and share earphones while listening to The World Is Yours by Nas. when the bus makes a turn and approaches the local shopping district, isak literally sighs when he realises even is taking him shopping.(”isak.. you can’t always wear that hoodie to school!”) the entire time even picks out ridiculous clothes for isak to try on, isak goes into Grumpy Teenager™ mode and reluctantly tries the clothes on (“even, what the fuck is this?” “it’s a muscle tank!” “even it’s literally snowing outside”). after a cat onesie, a few snaps of isak posing in even’s great choice of clothing and a make-out session in the fitting room, isak finally picks out 3 new hoodies (of course) and heads to the cashier counter. right when he’s about to take his cash out, even hands his credit card to the cashier. isak starts blabbering different renditions of “i can pay for that myself” but even just shushes him and isak does his Little Pout™. on the bus ride home they find a seat by the corner of the relatively empty bus and isak does a quick scan of his surroundings before he rests his head on even’s shoulder (PDA is still a new thing to them). even plays with isak’s hair as he interwines his fingers with isak’s and reminds isak just how much he loves him, how much he wants to spoil him and how fucking good isak looks in grey hoodies.