that empty bus seat

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.

You Me Her

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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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Normal Day

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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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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“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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anonymous asked:

Classic Sans being taken on a surprise date by his s/o to a planetarium/observatory please?

I went to the Griffith Observatory once and although it was all super neat, I didn’t understand any of the science stuff. 

Undertale Sans

“Sans, are you ready yet? We gotta get going!” you call him while you wait for him to change.

You check your watch to make sure you won’t be late to for the bus, frowning when you see you only have five minutes to get to the bus stop. You call him once more.

“okay, okay! i’m ready,” Sans closes his door and presents himself to you.

You sigh in relief as he actually listened to you and dressed nicer than his usual attire. He switched his regular blue hoodie for a black blazer jacket and his basketball shorts for some blue jeans. Casual, but not too fancy. Good. You compliment him and plant a swift kiss on his teeth before grabbing his hand and rushing to the bus stop. You made it before the doors closed and find that the bus was nearly empty, leaving you and your boyfriend plenty of seats to choose from. Sans chooses the seats in the back and calls dibs for the seat near the window.

“sooo. wanna tell me where we’re going?” Sans asks, “And why we took the bus instead of my brother’s car”

“Because,” you smirk, “Where we’re going is a surprise so you can’t drive and I really rather not be the one driving.”

“awh babe are becoming lazy like me,” Sans teases, poking your shoulder.

“Not even!” you exclaim, “It’s just that the roads are more dangerous where we’re heading.”

“whatever you say, sweetheart,” Sans clanks his teeth against your head and gazes out the window.

“Oh before I forget, put this on,” you reach into your bag and pull out a blindfold and hand it him. Sans apprehensively accepts it, giving you a questioning look, “I can’t have you seeing where we are going!” 

Sans shrugs and puts it on. As darkness fall over his eyes, he immediately starts feeling sleepy. You feel the same way  and so you rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling close to him.  Sans laces his fingers into yours as a comfort and soon, the both of you fall asleep. You wake up before Sans, checking to see if you’re near your location yet. Seeing how you’re only two minutes away, you wake up with boyfriend with a gentle nudge then hold his hand so he doesn’t freak out when he realizes he can’t see anything. You help him off the bus and excitedly shake him to take off the blindfold. Wondering what you’re so enthusiastic about, he obeys and takes it off, his eye sockets widening in awe as he stares at the beautiful grand observatory lit up with yellow lights and sparkling from the stars. 

“sweetheart this is…”

“Do you want to go inside?” you smile kindly and grab his hand, leading him inside to the grand telescope, “Here take a look!” 

Sans looks through the telescope, his soul pounding in his chest as the stars shine for him, floating in the empty vastness that stretches for miles and miles, reminding him that he’s just a small speckle in a larger world, telling him nothing matters and he’s free to do what he chooses. And he chooses to fall in love with you. 

He goes on to see other exhibits, searching for Mars, Venus, Jupiter, all while you watch him bounce through  the telescopes like an excited child. When he’s like this, he almost reminds you of Papyrus. Apparently the taller skeleton didn’t get this sheer enthusiasm from nothing. 

“…and did you know that the sun is 4.5 billions years old and the Andromeda Galaxy is 2.5 billion light years away and the closest star to our Solar System is Proxima Centauri…” Sans goes on and on about all the facts that he just learned, while you encourage him to soak up more and more. 

By the end of the night, Sans is thoroughly spent, falling asleep on the bus ride back home. You stay awake and watch over him, making sure nothing happens to him. Grabbing his hand, you kiss his fingers and allow him to lean you. As he sighs deeply, you could’ve sworn a muttered a small i love you under his breath, making both of your happy souls glow. 

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.

joshlerismyfren  asked:

Could I request an imagine please? I was wondering if you could make one about the reader having an argument with Josh then going off to the airport to fly back home (England in my case) but stops themselves when they hear Josh calling their name. The reader stops and rushes back over to Josh and it's all fluff from there.. Thank you! Xx

The lack of posting recently is really awful (I’m so sorry), but here you go! This is very long overdue, but I hope you enjoy!

Please Don’t Go (A Josh Dun Imagine)

Trigger Warnings: None

Packing was always bittersweet. You loved visiting your family back in England, but that meant being separated from Josh. You always managed to make it work, video chatting and calling for hours every night, but no matter how much you kept in-touch, you always missed him terribly when you were gone.

Today was going to be especially hard. Normally, you left for a week or two before returning, but this time, you were going to be gone almost an entire month. You wanted to make the most of time with Josh that you had left.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, humming softly as you folded clothes and packed them neatly into your suitcase for the trip. Distracted by the task-at-hand, you didn’t even hear Josh come up behind you until he was planting a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“How’s it going?” He asked you, making his way across your shared bedroom to grab his phone charger.

“Could be better. I hate leaving you.” You sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your eyes before stuffing your toothbrush in the bag.

“I hate it when you leave too. But it’ll be nice to see your family, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”  You said absentmindedly, folding a sweater before stuffing it into the bag. “Hey I was thinking maybe you drive me to the airport tonight? We could stop for dinner on the way.”

Josh wound the phone charger around his palm. “Can’t. Tyler and I are recording tonight, remember? We booked the studio months ago; I can’t just ditch.”

You looked up from packing. You hadn’t expected him to say no. “But, it’s our last chance to see each other before I leave.” You whined, failing to mask the disappointment in your voice.

He gave you a sad smile. “I know baby, I really wish I could, but there’s not much I can do.”

“Why don’t you just call the studio, ask to reschedule?”

“That’s not how it works.”

“I’m sure there’s some way for-“

You flinched as Josh slammed his hand down hard on the dresser. His calm expression had quickly contorted into sheer exasperation.

“There’s not, okay? Tyler and I have been planning this for months. I’m sorry that our plans happened to fall on the same night that you leave, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t just re-arrange my life around your needs; I have things I need to do too. You need to learn that everything doesn’t revolve around you all the time.”

You froze, your eyes wide in shock. Josh had never yelled at you. Ever. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you grabbed your suitcase and headed toward the hall.

Fine. Have fun recording.” You choked bitterly, your voice dripping with sarcasm, before slamming the door behind you.

It wasn’t until you were on the sidewalk outside that the tears took over. The bitter wind whipped through your thin hoodie and stung your tear-stained cheeks as you marched bitterly toward the bus stop, your suitcase bumping along the cracks in the pavement behind you. You knew your relationship with Josh had been too good to be true. You should have backed out while you still had a chance. You fought back angry tears as you realized that he cared about his career more than he cared about you. Clenching your fist tighter, you dug your nails deep into your palm to keep yourself from losing it.

You were relieved to see that there was no one waiting at the bus stop when you arrived, giving you a chance to recollect yourself before someone saw you crying. When the bus arrived a few minutes later, you had managed to wipe the tears from your eyes and make yourself appear at least semi-presentable.

You chose a seat toward the back. The bus was surprisingly empty, with only a few passengers scattered throughout the rows.  Pulling out a pair of earbuds, you leaned your head against the window and watched everything whiz by in streaks of color. You turned up the music, trying to concentrate on the lyrics, but all you could think about was Josh.

How could he have prioritized his music over you? You guys had been through thick and thin together, and now you were going to lose him over some dumb recording session?

The rest of the bus ride was spent staring out the window, swaying gently over the bumpy roads. You felt numb, the anger of the argument wearing off into misery. When you finally reached the airport, it was getting dark, and the sun hung low over the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything in sight. You grabbed your suitcase and headed for the doors of the building.

You followed the same routine you did every time you left for home. Bag check, security, coffee. This time was different though. There was no rush of excitement, no jittery anticipation. Everything felt routine and lifeless.

Sitting down at the gate, the realization of how inconsiderate you’d been hit you like a truck at full force. You once again felt the familiar sting of tears welling up in your eyes, but you were determined to contain them this time. You felt awful for having been so selfish. Of course he loved you, but he loved his career too. He’d been waiting so long to record; of course he couldn’t just cancel it for you. You knew that his music meant the world to him, but in the heat of the moment, you’d been too focused on yourself to think about his perspective. Maybe Josh was right; maybe you did act like the world revolved around you.

Every second you spent with your thoughts made you feel sicker and sicker. Subconsciously, you reached into your back pocket and pulled out your phone. You needed to apologize for how acted. But before you could click Josh’s number, you stopped yourself. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe the fight was a good thing. After all, Josh deserved someone better than you could ever be.

A monotone voice blared over the intercom. “Flight 206 to London-Heathrow will begin boarding shortly.”

Gathering your wits, you stood up from the bench and replaced your phone in your back pocket, joining the other people in line.

This was it. There was no turning back now. You were leaving here, leaving Josh. The painful lurch in your stomach almost convinced you to turn back, to call Josh and apologize, but you knew that was unfair to him. He deserved so much better.

“(Y/N)!”

Confused, you looked up from your boarding pass. You could swear that voice belonged to Josh. Looking over your shoulder toward the voice, all you saw was an older couple walking strolling slowly past the gate. You shook your head, embarrassed at how ridiculous that was. Why would Josh be here? But then you heard the voice again, louder, clearer this time.

Turning around again, your heart skipped a beat as you saw Josh sprinting toward you. His eyes were puffy and his hair was a mess, but there was a look of pure relief on his face.

You took off running toward him, the pent-up tears finally streaming down your face, but this time it wasn’t out of anger or despair, but utter joy. Josh was here.

When you finally reached him, you were swept off your feet by his enthusiastic embrace. He was breathing heavy, clearly having run as fast as he possibly could to catch you before your flight took off.

“I’m…sorry.” He panted, trying to catch his breath. “I-”

You squeezed him tightly, never wanting to let him go ever again. “It was my fault.” You sputtered, still holding him tight. “I’m sorry. I was so selfish. I know how much recording means to you.”

You stood there for a minute, wrapped in each other’s arms, while Josh caught his breath. His presence was so comforting; you didn’t even mind the ugly hiccups and sniffles you were making. He was here. He came for you.

A few minutes later, Josh’s breathing had become steady. He rubbed your back gently as he spoke, resting his head on yours. “I was really stressed out about this album and I was upset because you were leaving and, well… I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“It’s not your fault. I was only thinking about myself.”

“No babe, I understand.”

He kissed your forehead gently and brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face with his thumb.

“So we’re good then?” He asked tentatively, looking you in the eyes.

You nodded. “I’m so glad you came.”

Unaware of what a scene you’d been making, you were startled when the ticket lady cleared her throat loudly behind you. “Are you coming or not? We’re on a schedule here.”

Frazzled, you turned to grab your carry on, but Josh grabbed your wrist, pleading desperately. “Please don’t go; I need you.”

You glanced at the gate and the angry ticket woman, conflicted. “I already told my mum I was coming.”

“I’ll buy you another ticket. You can fly out next week; I can even come too if you want. Just please don’t go. When you left, I… I realized how much I need you.”

You knew your mum would be upset, but there was no way you could ever get on that plane. You wanted to stay with Josh forever.

“Okay.”

“Really?” The smile that lit up Josh’s face was bigger than you’d ever seen before.

“Yeah. I don’t want to leave, I want to stay right here with you.”

He pulled you up against him once again, his arms around your waist, and held you close. You let your head rest on his warm chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on like it was life or death. You’d almost lost him once, and you promised yourself you would never let him go again.

retrograde | 2

Originally posted by jengkook

◇ “Anything to help one of my own. Dark times we live in, now.”

◇ Jungkook x reader

◇ fantasy!au

1 | 3

•••

“I’m telling you, Tae,” you sighed, holding your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you attempted to shove your books into your bag, while calming your best friend down at the same time. “I’m fine-

“Why didn’t you call me yesterday? You always call me after work so that you can walk home without scaring yourself silly. And it was storming last night. Do you know how worried I was-?”

You felt yourself get irritated at the amount of questions and accusations flying out of Taehyung’s mouth at a mile per second. You couldn’t remember what happened yourself, and you were frustrated with trying to remember even an inkling of what happened last night. Taehyung scolding your ear off wasn’t helping at all.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, clenching your jaw, shutting your eyes, trying to steady your breathing and calm yourself down. “I’m fine. If you’re so worried about me, you can see me after class. Bye.”

You hung up on him before he could protest, and threw your phone in your bag. You scoffed at the thought of Taehyung, who was probably cursing you from across the town. At the same time, you knew he was only worried about you.

Taehyung had been your friend for a while. From when you were about 9 or 10, you think. He had moved into your hometown and had been in your class - and he couldn’t seem to leave you alone. Soon enough, you grew fond of the boy - no matter how annoyingly clingy and over-protective he could be.

Checking your reflection in the mirror once more, you internally winced at your appearance. Since yesterday, the bags under your eyes refused to leave - your skin looked dull and your hair was frizzy and the completely wrong shape. You could only blame it on the strange events that had happened last night.

As if compelled by that thought, your eyes veer towards the golden chain that dangled from your wrist. You had no idea why you hadn’t taken it off - but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. No matter how hard you tried, it was almost as if something was telling you to leave the bracelet alone.

And that frightened you more than anything.

•••

After your classes had finished, as planned, you waited at the bus stop to visit Taehyung. The weather was chilly, and even at 3 o’clock, you could see the sky beginning to darken. The thought of the sky eventually turning from it’s beautiful icy blue into a dark, inky void made you shiver. If anything, you were more scared of the darkness than ever - it only reminded you of yesterday night.

A part of you wanted to completely forget about reassuring Taehyung of your wellbeing and just going home, especially as your mind started to wander…

You looked to the trees that were on the other side of the suspiciously empty road. They led into the park that was usually teeming with joggers or dog-walkers - though now, with winter taking it’s toll on the enviroment, their leaves were ripped from their branches, and they looked daunting and intimidating. 

You frowned, turning away from the trees. They gave you a strange feeling - a kind of heaviness, weighing down on your figure, almost as if they were watching you, or someone was watching you from the trees. Almost as if… as if you could feel their stares digging into your skin.

You shook your head. A laugh wells up im your chest, and you scoff flusteredly at yourself. You shouldn’t be thinking that everything was somehow strange and connected to that man. You used this bus stop almost every day, for God’s sake! And trees? Watching you? I’m going insane. Maybe seeing Taehyung was for the better, actually.

The low rumbling of the bus’s engine snapped you out of your deleterious reverie, and in your strange daze you stand up too quickly for your body to process, because your head starts to spin. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself by holding onto a small tree that was planted beside the bus stop.

Realizing that the bus was quickly approaching, you fumbled through your bag for your bus pass. Crap. The little green card was nowhere to be found, even after you had rifled through your purse and every single pocket in your bag. You cursed. Walking to Taehyung’s apartment would take at least 30 minutes - but by bus, the journey was only 10 minutes long. And it would be almost completely dark by time you got to Taehyung’s if you walked, too.

“Are you getting on, miss?” Your head shot up to see the bus driver looking at you expectantly. You blanched, gulping, anxiety pulsing in your chest with every passing second. Maybe you could just ask him to let you on free, just this once? He knew you, even a tiny bit, from getting the bus so often.

“Um, I don’t - I don’t have my-”

“She’s getting on,” a voice from behind you sighed. Startled, your head snaps towards the source of the voice, coming face to face with a rather short man. You hadn’t heard him come up behind you, and your heart pounds as you meet his gaze - it feels too intimate, almost as if he was able to figure out everything about you by meeting your eyes. He wasn’t shorter than you - but he was only taller than you by a couple of centimetres. His hair was midnight black, and it stood out against his pale skin and dark, tired eyes.

You watch, gaping yet glowing with gratitude, as the man slips passed you and touches his own bus pass to the little machine that was beside the bus driver, and listen as a small beep signified that the fare had been payed.

After a moment of realizing that you were still standing outside, looking on with an open mouth, you gathered yourself and stepped onto the surprisingly almost empty bus. You turned to the man who had paid for you.

“Thank you, really. I don’t know how I can repay you-”

“It’s okay,” he interrupted, pulling out a small cassette and a pair of earphones. Your stomach drops as you see his eyes drop down to the bracelet on your wrist, and you instinctively cover your wrist with your other hand - “Anything to help one of my own. Dark times we live in, now.”

And then he was walking down the aisle of the bus to the very back, leaving you gobsmacked. You gaze at the bracelet on your wrist, and a cold chill sets over your body. Your limbs suddenly feel very weak with anxiety and you gulp, peering around at the empty seats.

You shivered, despite the heat inside the bus, and opted to sit at the very front, near the doors. With a shaky sigh, you lean your head against the frosty windows, glaring at the golden jewellery around your wrist.

Just what had you gotten yourself into?

•••

You almost missed your stop because you were so deep in thought. Between being terrified of the strange man at the back of the bus - who you could feel staring at you - and thinking deeply about what happened in the book store, it surprised you that you had managed to remember that you actually had to get off.

With shaky legs, you adjusted your bag on your shoulders and stood up, gripping onto the cold metal rails to steady yourself. You could feel the man from before staring holes into your back, but you refused to turn around. You strode out of the bus as soon as the bus stopped, only turning to tell the bus driver ‘thanks’.

You could still feel him staring at you as you walked passed the numerous flower beds and trees that surrounded the apartments looming above you. Taehyung’s apartment complex was probably one of the nicest in the city - it was full of old people and small families, and was decorated with trees and flowers that were maintained by volunteers - one of which was Taehyung himself.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you finally got out of the sight of the bus, which was moving further and further away from you. You took a deep inhale of breath, trying to slow down your racing heartbeat.

You know why you were so scared of that man - you don’t think he wanted to hurt you, but there was no way that after yesterday’s events, this was a coincidence. There was something weird going on, and you wanted to know what… You don’t know, but he certainly wasn’t someone that you wanted to be around again.

You came to the front of Taehyung’s apartment complex, standing in front of the door that could only be opened by entering a code, using a key, or being let in from the inside. You would get Taehyung to tell you the code, but he couldn’t remember it - he had become reliant on either using his keys or calling the old women above him, Mrs. Jung, to let him in.

You typed in Taehyung’s apartment number - 103 - and waited impatiently for the hyperactive boy to answer the call and let you in. 

“Hello? Who is it?” A voice crackled through the machine. You rolled your eyes, huffing. It was getting darker outside and a wintry chill was setting over everything and anything it came across. You shivered, rubbing your hands up and down your arms.

“Were you expecting anyone else? Open up, Kim.” You heard a scoff on the other end, even as the door clicked and allowed you to enter.

“You could be a little nicer about it-” Another roll of your eyes, and you were pushing through the door and striding up the stairs to Taehyung’s apartment.

•••

“Thank God, you’re  okay!” Taehyung held you at arms length and inspected you, not even bothering to let you in yet. You raised an eyebrow at him as he leaned in to stare at your eyes.

“Are you okay, Taehyung? I told you I was fine-” You muttered as you broke free of his grip. You looked at the boy in front of you, as he stepped back and invited you in. 

“That’s exactly what someone who wasn’t fine would say,” he whispered, widening his eyes and wiggling his fingers in your face. You laughed at his whimsical antics as you passed through his familiar hallway.

“How many cans of Mountain Dew have you had?” You questioned, staring from the fidgety boy to the various papers and books strewn about his living room, plopping down onto the love seat. Taehyung shrugged, collapsing onto the couch beside you with an ‘umph!’. 

“So, are you gonna tell me what happened?” It was silent for a moment. You knew that Taehyung always knew when you were lying - so you could either lie and make him worried, or tell the truth and make him worried.

You shook your head, letting out a fake laugh. “I told you, Tae. I forgot to call you, and anyway - service wasn’t too good because of the storm-” You lifted your hand, running it over your hair in an attempt to calm yourself down.

And you don’t notice it, but Taehyung’s eyes zero in on your wrist - where the strange bracelet dangled. His breath stuck in his throat, and his face grew dark and sombre. “Where did you get that bracelet?”

You looked up in surprise, having just been blurting out excuses left and right. You looked at your wrist. You felt a stone of nervousness set in your stomach - your were less than comfortable with the strange bracelet, and even being merely questioned about it made you paranoid. “T-this?”

Taehyung nodded, his eyebrows furrowing deeper.

“Oh, I just - I was walking home, you see, and - it was laying in the grass, so I… I picked it up,” you finished in an uncertain tone. Taehyung’s jaw clenched, and you felt startled by his emotionless expression. But suddenly, as if realizing how he looked, his face brightened, eyebrows unfurrowing and settling back into an easy-going expression.

“Oh, that’s cool,” he smiled, before turning to the books that were at his feet - and everywhere else, really. He picked one up, opening up a page and turning to you, his rectangular smile painted on his face. “Do you wanna hear about my project?”

•••

You wiped your hands on the towel in Taehyung’s bathroom. Suddenly, gazing into the mirror, you felt more drained than ever. The bags under your eyes seemed darker, your hair appeared flatter and drabber - even your skin, which was usually okay-looking, was extremely dull and graying. What was happening to you?

As you stared into the mirror, it was almost as if you were blacking out. You suddenly felt dizzy - and no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t concentrate on anything - it felt as if your mind was just a blur of colours and vague sounds. 

You blinked, and in your blurry daze you see a flash of bright colour - and then gasped, snapping out of your reverie. You leaned forward to the mirror, looking into your eyes as much as you could. You frowned. Shaking your head, you laughed - it had looked as if your eyes had just turned purple. The lack of sleep was getting to your brain - you were starting to go mental.

After splashing some cold water on your face to wake yourself up after your little episode, you exited the bathroom, and started to walk towards the living room. Taehyung had been chatting your ear off about his new project on one of the most inspirational singers in his life. Honestly, you had heard about Prince so many times now, that you could probably recite his life story in your sleep.

You were about to turn the corner into Taehyung’s living room, when you heard something that made you stop in your tracks.

“I told you to keep him in line while I was gone,” you heard someone hiss. You froze. The voice was definitely coming from the living room - and it sounded like Taehyung, although you had never heard Taehyung speak with so much poison in his voice.

You stood still, pressed flush against the wall, holding your ear as close to the living room as you dared, a strange feeling swirling in your stomach.

“Jimin,” you heard Taehyung curse, “I don’t care if Jungkook decides to mark some other petty human - just not her!” It was silent for  few seconds before you heard Taehyung scoff. 

“Yeah, whatever. 'Meant to be’, my ass. You better tell Jeon to be ready to give her up. We don’t need anymore drama, thanks very much.”

You felt your lungs strain under the pressure of holding your breath. You took a silent intake of air, before listening closely.

Another silence, before you heard Taehyung speak again, this time his voice softened. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” He sighed, before he spoke again, “Okay, bye.”

You stand still for a couple more moments, confused out of your mind and a growing fear in your chest. Taehyung was hiding something for you - and you don’t think it’s a coincidence that it was right after the events at the book store, and he was definitely referencing to you, too.

After a few seconds, though, you remembered that you were supposed to come back, and you chose this as the moment to act as if you were only coming out of the bathroom. You were still confused as to what Taehyung was talking about (or who he was talking to), and you were replaying the scene over and over in your head.

How Taehyung had sounded so bitter, so mean - even though the angriest you had ever seen him was when you had beaten him at Mario Kart.

How he had referred to humans as ‘petty’ - how he had said ‘humans’, as if he wasn’t one…

Taehyung’s head shot up as he spotted you coming out from behind the wall. Passed his easy-going smile and bright eyes, you could see the nervousness and shock he hid, too, as if he was expecting you to confront him and demand about what was going on. “O-oh, hey!”

You smiled your most believable smile, ignoring the thumping in your chest, and stayed in your position in the middle of the living room. It was the first time you had felt scared because of Taehyung, and it was a weird feeling. The man that you could possibly trust with your life, was holding something incredibly important from you. Something that he didn’t want you to know about - he would’ve told you already if he did want you to know.

“Um, I- I’m feeling a bit sick,” you mumbled, placing a hand on your stomach, trying to play your part accordingly. “I think I’ll head out now…”

“Oh, really?” Taehyung pouted, eyes becoming large and bottom lip jutting out in an attempt to make you stay. “But I was just getting to the good part about Prince’s Love Symbol album-”

You let out a weak laugh, hauling your bag onto your shoulder. “Yeah right, Taehyung. You’ve literally told me everything about that album - I really don’t need to know anymore.”

Taehyung sighed in disappointment, following you like a lost puppy to his front door. Your nerves grew as silence ensued, almost too loud and tense for you to handle. It was as if you thought he would suddenly pull out a knife and kill you or something, and you refrained from peering over your shoulder.

“I - I’ll see you later or something,” you tried, “And, uh… Yeah, bye-”

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything, before you walked away from his apartment door, hoping that he didn’t question your strange behavior. You let out a silent breath as you waited for the elevator to arrive on Taehyung’s floor (no way were you taking the stairs, you weren’t risking the chance of somebody ambushing you - God, you were getting so paranoid…).

As soon as you entered the elevator and the doors closed, you leaned back and closed your eyes. Okay, _____, think rationally. You’ve known Taehyung since you were a child - you knew him better than he knew himself. But, that didn’t explain the bizarre conversation you had over heard, or - now that you think about it, his reaction to the bracelet on your wrist.

Something deep inside you was linking Taehyung to what had happened at the book store. You had an inkling of a thought that Taehyung knew what had happened - the look he had given your bracelet was not one of unfamiliarity.

And if Taehyung wasn’t going to tell you what was going on, you would find out on your own.

Assault on Christmas Eve

Imagine: Facing the Joker after he assaulted the bus you were in.

Pairing: Joker x reader

Word count: 1033

A/N: This one is pretty short, it made me real proud of myself. I wanted to make him as psychotic yet clown-ish self that I adore, I really hope I got it right. Feedback is always welcome! Also, Ledger is my favourite Joker but it can be anyone really, so just use your imagination and Enjoy!

The road was frozen by the snow, the driver was tired, and the highway lonely and the bus empty except for you. You were sitting at the very back of the bus, cuddling in your seat, covered by a big skiing jacket, your favourite scarf, gloves and a warm beanie. The window by your side was covered in white frost, not letting you see what was on the other side. Your breath formed tiny clouds of smoke; the weather had turned you into what kids call a “snow dragon” blowing cold fire through your mouth and nose.

“Everything okay back there?” The driver asked, his voice was hoarse because of the cold.

“Yeah.” You replied, your throat burned.

You felt bad for being the only person who needed to travel during Christmas Eve. The poor driver dreamed of being home with his wife and kids, sharing dinner together by a fireplace, instead of driving some kid to the other side of Gotham city, especially considering that certain villain had been messing around, stealing on the highways.

“I don’t think he’ll steal on Christmas Eve. He can’t.” You told yourself, convinced that no criminal, no matter how cruel and despicable he was, would steal that day. No one had ever done it, in fact, not even Batman could be seen that night. It was like a rule.

But Joker was never a fan of rules.

The driver lost control of the bus, which slipped from the icy road, crashing against one of the pine trees that surrounded the highway. A high pitched laughter filled the air; it gave you the creeps for you knew too well whose laugh was that. A few gunshots were heard, deflating the bus’s wheels. You were trapped. The driver locked the door, hoping that it would keep the Joker away for long enough to get help.

“Hello friend!” The Joker cheered from the outside, knocking the door. You were hiding under your seat, so couldn’t see that the clown had a massive gun. “Why don’t you open up? I promise I won’t harm you, I just want to have fun!” He sounded more psychopathic in real life than he did in TV.

“Please, stay back. I’m calling the cops!” The driver warned, he was already calling them with his cell phone. The Joker chuckled in a lower tone.

“I thought we could be friends… Guess not!” With that said the door exploded, killing the driver almost instantly, but not before the Clown King whispered something into his ear.

You tried to ease your breath, noticing he was alone and not with his minions, still hiding under the seat and praying he couldn’t see you.

“An empty bus! My, my, my… What a terrible misfortune I’ve faced!” The Joker spoke dramatically, walking slowly towards you. He hadn’t looked down, you were sure of it, there was no way he knew there was someone else in the bus. “Poor me! I just wanted to have some fun!” He laughed, pressing his chest with his hands. “If there was someone in here to play with!” he continued, “Someone like… You.” His face appeared right in front of yours, a huge grin on his face. You couldn’t move, frozen in fear.  “What a lovely thing you are!” He said using a fake childish voice, “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N)” you whispered, tears starting to fall down your face.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), beautiful name! Why are you crying?” he frowned, you forced yourself to stop and looked straight into his eyes.

“You killed the driver.” Your voice came out shaky.

“Oh no, I didn’t.” He said, with a fake innocent smile on his face. “The door did, when it exploded. Didn’t you see it?” You nodded.

“But you exploded the door…”

“Yeah but I only did it because he didn’t open it. It’s freezing out there and I wanted in!” He sounded like a five year old trying to excuse himself for breaking a window.

“So what?!” You shouted, angrier than you expected. “Your gun, your explosion, your kill, YOUR RESPONSIBILITY!” Joker stood still, eyes wide open, staring at you like a lost puppy.

“I… I…” He had no idea how to react; no one had ever been like that to him, at least not after becoming the Joker, not even Batman. “Sorry.”

“Sorry? SORRY WON’T BRING HIM BACK!” You shouted once more, “He was supposed to be back to his family tonight! Who’s going to fed them now, huh?” The man seemed so confused at your sudden change, you had been crying a few seconds ago. He had no idea how to reply, therefore he acted the only way he knew how. The clown pulled you out, getting you on your feet. He held your hand and dragged you outside, ignoring your pleads to let go.

The clown finally stopped, a few feet away from the bus, he turned to look at you. His eyes had a glimpse of joy and his psychotic grin was bigger than ever. You were scared to death, but decided not to let him see it. Although, beasts always smell fear.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to look at tough as possible.

“You” the clown  pressed a long finger on your chest, “Are”, he repeated the action, “Coming” he took a step closer, “with me!” no he pointed at himself.

“Wha-what?” you stuttered, giving a step back. The Joker shortened the distance between both of you, connecting his eyes with yours. You could see in them all the madness and pain inside him.

“YOU ARE COMING WITH ME!” He repeated, cheerful. Before you could argue, he punched you in the face, knocking you and leaving you unconscious.

By the time the police arrived, the only thing that could be found was your necklace, which had fallen when you hid under the seat. Joker had kidnapped you, and no one had any idea where to start looking. Some police officers even suggested to never start, believing that Joker would never let you live. However, he was going to let you live, he had big plans for the two of you after all.

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Love you all!

Glitch In The Matrix Stories #4

Weird Thing Appeared In Microwave

After I got home from a long day of school, there was a breakfast sandwich in the fridge that I didn’t have time to eat when I got up in the morning, so I decided to heat it up in the microwave. I put it in for 40 seconds and then I got up to check the mail. when I got back in, it was just about done, so I opened up the microwave. There was now 2 things in the microwave, the breakfast sandwich, and an unopened container of livers! What was weird was that the livers were not hot at all but the breakfast sandwich WAS warm. I am positive it wasn’t in there when I put the sandwich in.

Credits to: ededed32

I Experienced A Weird Glitch On The School Bus Back In Middle School

Let’s rewind to the spring of 2009. I was nearing the end of 8th grade, and had been really getting into music that year. At some point, my dad surprised me with an iPod Nano. I was super happy, of course, and spent the weekend loading the thing up with all of my CDs. My friend also told me about LimeWire, so I went and sailed the seven seas a bit. I listened to it on the school bus every single day until the day I replaced it.

A month after I got it, I was sitting on the bus in a left aisle-side seat, just listening to some music and looking around, while we all waited for the rest of the buses to get going. There was a guy sitting one seat ahead of me in the opposite aisle-side seat, to from where I was, I was basically looking over his shoulder. He happened to be messing around on his iPhone. Since the iPhone was a fairly new thing at the time, it caught my eye. This is where the weird stuff started.

The thing he had on his screen was some sort of app. It had a green background, with a black rectangle on the left that had a beige border, and on the right it was a list of text. As I watched, I realized it was a sort of music player, but definitely not the one that came with the iPhone. The main thing that caught my eye was the fact the guy was scrolling through an exact copy of all the music I had on my iPod. 

I could somehow read and see the text on his phone from where I was sitting, and the music he was looking at was clearly what I had. I mean, there was nothing missing and nothing that was added. And I had a bit of a random assortment of songs at the time, so it seems to be a little far-fetched to think this random dude had a completely identical music library to what I had. I could see St. Anger by Metallica, Canon Rock by JerryC (I had it listed as Funtwo), Through the Fire and Flames by DragonForce, and Open Your Heart from the Sonic Adventure soundtrack pop up. Since those songs were ripped from LimeWire, the cover art was all janky. Looking at the dude’s phone, I saw that everything was the same. The song title, the artist, the janky cover art, everything. He was scrolling through a list of anything and everything that was on my iPod. He wasn’t even listening to anything. There were no headphones, and I hear no sound coming from the phone’s speaker.

About 30 seconds into me staring at what this dude was doing, he suddenly turned and looked right at me. He had the oddest expression on his face, like a mixture between amusement and annoyance. He shut the phone off, put it in his pocket, and then stared back towards the front of the bus. It sort of freaked me out, needless to say. As if it wasn’t weird enough, I realized I had never seen that kid before in my life. I knew the faces of everyone on the bus, but I had never seen his. So OK, I guess it could’ve just been someone who was going to a friends house. 

Just as I thought that, I also realized he wasn’t on the bus when I got on. The seat was empty when I sat down, and I was looking towards the front the whole time. I would’ve seen him come on. He just sort of popped into existence.

The rest of the bus ride was normal and uneventful, though I kept my eye on the guy the entire time. He never turned back to look at me, and he got off at one stop with a few other people. I never saw him again after that. Not at school, not at the bus, nothing.

Credits to: SupaKoopa714

The Cat Shat On My Bed

Before I moved in with my boyfriend a few years ago, I was living alone in a 2-bedroom apartment I couldn’t afford. Since I had extra space, my friend and her girlfriend moved into the spare room to help with rent. The only caveat is that they needed to bring their cat.

I’m not a big cat person, but I try to be friendly with them. I give them love, baby talk to them, but I just prefer dogs. I was working from home at the time, so I spent entire days in my apartment alone with this cat while my roommates were off working 12-hour shifts. I didn’t mind too much. They kept the cat’s food bowl, litter box and toys in their room, so I didn’t have much to complain about except the incessant meowing. 

As soon as I woke up in the morning, I would open my bedroom door and this cat would instantly be meowing in my face. I go to make the coffee. MEOW. I sit down in front of my computer to get work done. MEOW. I checked to see it had food. I gave it some affection. MEOW. MEOW. MEOOOOOWWW.

This cat just straight up didn’t like me. One day I came home from the grocery store and decided to take a nap. I jumped into bed to find a giant wet spot. The cat pissed on my bed.

Obviously I was annoyed, but it’s just an animal. It didn’t know any better. Then it happened again. And again.

Fed up, my roommates brought the issue up to their vet and he told them to keep her inside their separate bathroom while they were at work. I thought keeping an animal in a confined space was a little cruel, but I really couldn’t stand giving my bed another full-fledged scrub down.

One day, the cat was in the bathroom. The bathroom was inside their bedroom, so the cat was behind two separate doors. I made my bed and took off to the grocery store. I came home, put the groceries away and went back to my room to check up on work. What did I find?

A FRESH SHIT ON MY BED. Like, freshhhhh. I checked to see if the cat was still in the bathroom, and she was. I checked the vents and any other possible entryway into my room. All were closed.

I texted my roommates to make sure they didn’t briefly come home while I was out. They didn’t. None of my friends believe me. It’s the most unexplainable thing that’s ever happened to me and it sounds like a punchline.

Credits to: totallynotabear

Strange Book My Father And I Found One Day 

When I was 7, my grandmother died. Her name was Audrey. She was sometimes called Auntie.

When I was 10, my brother’s best friend died at the age of 26. He was close with our family. Like a second son. My grandmother knew him too before she passed.

When I was 13, three years after he had died, my father and I went to visit his grave. My mom stayed home. We visited every so often. My grandmother wasn’t buried in the same place as him, we kept her ashes at our home. So we park and I get out of the car. His gravestone isn’t far from where we parked at all. Immediately after stepping out I step on a small red and pink book that’s in between the grass of the cemetery and the concrete where we parked, kind of in a very weird place. It seemed like it was placed perfectly so I would find it. I pick it up. It’s called “God’s Little Devotional Book For Moms”. My dad and I thought it was cute and that we should bring it home to my mom. Nobody was around, and we waited to see if someone would come by for it, but nobody did.

We visit his grave for a while and head home. I bring my mom the book we found, and she likes it. It’s filled with daily mantras and sayings and stuff like that. Then I look on the first page of it, and there’s writing in pen on it. It says: “To Tami, All My Love, Auntie.” I find this weird because Tami is my mother’s name and that’s how she spells it too. We’re a little perplexed by this for a few moments, when my mom says that she recognizes that handwriting. It’s my grandmother’s. We go out and get several cards my grandmother had sent us and letters she’d written to check and see if they match- and yes- to a T- that is HER handwriting. Also addressing herself “Auntie” like how people always use to call her.

My grandmother had been dead for 6 years at this point. I have no idea how it happened.

Credits to: sailorjava

I love those character pairings where it’s the really cool person who breaks rules and they end up being friends with the really reserved, quiet kid in the back?
Like, imagine this new kid doesn’t know anyone and the cool kid is the only partly empty bus seat so the quiet kid plops down and cool kid hands him a headphone (he’s expecting classical) and quiet kid just sits there uncomfortably while “Violent Pornography” by SOAD plays
Or
The organized person and the excitable one
Where the over energized little ball comes over to the super organized/studious kid’s house and just starts marvelling over their telescope and insect specimens and star charts
“Please, don’t touch-”
“whAT IS THAT OMG IS THAT A MODEL OF PLUTO??”

Phillip x Reader: Modern! AU

its not even a surprise this is in a modern au lets be real 

Words: 930

Warning: fLuff

Request:  I saw this on Instagram and I was like, “aw that’s so cute!!! IM DOING IT.” so yeah

A/N: I wrote this in five minutes, im actually somewhat proud of it. & I’m not even gonna bother with bolding this anymore my computer is jacked

y/f = your friend ((duh??)) 

A.L is just study hall

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You hastily pushed all of you books in your bag. You were late for the bus, yet again.

It was Wednesday, and on Monday is when finals had started. Everyday you would go home, drink a couple cups of coffee, and cram as much information as you could in your brain. It caused you to either get two hours of sleep, or pull all-nighters.

It was stressful, to say at the least.

“Bye, mom! Love you!” You got cut off as you ran out the door, you never got to hear her response as you ran towards the bus doors that were closing.

“Wait! Waitwaitwaitwait,” you said, breathing heavily. Your bus driver rolled their eyes and opened the door, you gave a sarcastic smile, “Thanks.”

“Don’t let it happen again, you may just get kicked off my bus,” they threatened. You winced and walked towards the back of the bus anyways.

You found an empty seat and let out a heavy breath as you sat down, then you felt a poke on your shoulder, it was your friend.

“You okay? You look stressed,” y/f asked. You gave them an ‘are-you-kidding-me’ look,

“It’s finals week,” you stated bluntly.

Y/f let out a breathily laugh, “Yeah, I guess. I’ll see you at lunch?”

“Yeah,” you said, turning around. You cursed yourself for forgetting your headphones, you didn’t want to converse with anyone on your bus.

The bus halted to a stop when another kid got on, you knew who he was.

His name was Phillip Hamilton, and he was one of the 'popular’ students at school. At least, he was with his friends.

Phillip was quiet when by himself, or with people he didn’t know, it seemed unlike him, but it’s just the way it was. Around his friends he was loud and obnoxious, using dumb pick up lines that somehow worked on girls.

It was mostly his looks, that got the girls. They didn’t care what he said, because Phillip was talking to them. He had short curly hair, and lots of freckles that covered his face; you would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. He was also very confident, he always stood taller than everyone else.

He came and sat down next to you, not saying a word. You looked out the window as he set his backpack on his lap, pulling out something. You heard a clicking sound, and as your curiousity got the best of you, you looked over.

He had some index cards, and a pen in hand. You were happy he didn’t catch you watching, he probably would have thought you were weird. You couldn’t see what he was writing on the index card, so you just took a guess.

He’s probably finishing flash cards, you thought, before finals


At lunch, you headed outside in the courtyard, off to find your group of friends, who you almost instantly found. They waved you over at one of the concrete tables.

“Hey guys,” you yawned, almost to the point where they couldn’t understand.

Y/f laughed, “Hey, y/n, how’s it going?”

“I hate school, I almost fell asleep already.”

“Yeah, finals suck.”

Your conversation was cut off when some loud laughs erupted the air. You turned around to see a couple tables away, Phillips group of friends.

They were laughing and pushing him around playfully, holding his index cards. He was rolling his eyes with a smile on his face.

Were they making fun of him for studying? you questioned yourself, that’s kind of stupid.

“Y/n?” Y/f asked, snapping their fingers in front of your face, “You’re staring.”

You turned around and faced your table, “Sorry, I was just… Thinking…”

“Oh, you’ve got a crush!” They teased, you rolled your eyes, heat creeping up to your cheeks,

“Whatever,” you muttered, opening your bag of food.


You dragged yourself out of your last class, off to A.L., it wasn’t your favorite thing, but it did give you time to study.

On your way, you ran into someone. “Oh sorry,” you let out a breathily laugh, “I didn’t see where I was going.”

You looked up to see Phillip, your stomach flipped. He looked surprised to see you, his eyes were as wide as saucers. You looked at his hand to see him clutching the index cards from earlier in his hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” You questioned, still knowing it probably wasn’t your business.

“Can I… Can I talk to you for a second, y/n?” Phillip asked.

“Uh… Sure,” you said, raising your eyebrows, not knowing he knew your name.

He looked around and pulled you to the side of the hallway where it wasn’t as busy. Phillip looked down at the index cards for a quick moment,

“Hey so… Uh, are you,” Phillip looked at his notecards, “from heaven, because you–” he accidently dropped his cards on the ground, “Oh, shitfuck oh god I’m sorry. You’re just really– so pretty,” he bent down and picked them up.

You had a smile on your face as he looked up at you, he was blushing furiously, as he fumbled through his cards, “I… Uh, don’t have any cards for this situation…” He took his right hand and scratched the back of his neck.

“Phillip, are you trying to ask me out?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

“Uh, that depends… Is it working?”

“Maybe…” You smiled up at him.

“Would you like to get coffee tomorrow, at 6? We can, uh, study together.”

“A study date? I like it. I’ll see you then,” you leaned up and kissed his cheek, walking away with a big smile on your face.

You couldn’t wait for the bus ride home.

Civil War

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3,326

Genre: Fluff

Note: I absolutely love the Avengers, so I couldn’t help but write this scenario. Nevertheless, this is my very first reader-insert so hopefully you like it!


It was another uneventful Tuesday as you waited at the bus stop, impatient to get back home. You had just finished your classes at the local university, and you were eager to fling yourself into your bed to catch a few hours of sleep before your shift at the bookstore started. You were really starting to regret taking morning classes. The whole point of college was that you could choose what time you wanted to show up, so you had no idea why you decided on torturing yourself with the same hours as a high school student.

You look around and a couple more people were standing underneath the awning of the bus stop, glad to have relief from intense rays of the afternoon sun even for a little while. The bus was running a bit late, but you were used to this by now. Not everything in this city was perfectly punctual, no matter how much the people of Seoul busied themselves to try and make it so.

You repositioned the bag that was hanging from your right shoulder, its heavy contents slowly starting to take a toll on your muscles, as you reached into the inner pocket and pulled out your phone. You woke up the screen to check the time and realized that you had gotten a text message from your brother, Yoongi.

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Waiting

Okay, so this wasn’t a request but it was just sitting there in my drafts, waiting to be read. Don’t hate me, okay? ( /.\ ) (also, @namjoonsrightdimple I finally posted it! It’s a bit different than the other thing though^-^)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,561

Pairing: Namjoon (Rap Monster) x Reader

Summary: Namjoon was horny, and he wanted you. Sooner rather than later.

Originally posted by hopeatuuli


You loved Namjoon, you really did. But on the days like today, you felt like throttling him. It was a normal day at the office, your four bosses coming in at different intervals to make sure you had gotten the emails you were supposed to retype. But you kept hearing your phone buzz in your purse, and after reading the first message, you knew any that came after that were going to say much of the same thing. Namjoon was horny, and he wasn’t going to let you forget it.

Namjoon:

4:25 p.m

Baby girl, I want to feel your skin underneath my lips

4:27

I want to feel your juices coat my fingers as you cum, screaming my name

4:30

When are you coming home? You know how I hate to be kept waiting.

Damn, he knew how to push your buttons. You put your phone back into the purse and eyed the hateful clock on your desk. You had a measly 15 minutes left, but if the stickiness in your panties was any indication, it was going to feel like an eternity. Bending back over the side of your chair to grab your phone again, you typed out a quick message to Namjoon, a smirk playing about your lips.

You:

4:45

I get off in 15. Think you can hold off until I get home? ;)

The reply was quick, causing you to full on smile, imagining him at home, biting his fingers and waiting for you, his hard-on visible through his jeans.

Namjoon:

4:46

Oh, babygirl. You don’t know what you’ve just started…


Finally, five o’clock had come. You’d grabbed your purse and jacket and practically ran out of the building, thoughts of Namjoon’s nimble fingers, soft mouth and wicked tongue playing over your skin, heating you up until you felt as if you were burning up from the inside out.

You dashed onto the bus, catching it right as it began pulling away from the curb. You slid your bus pass through the slot, and ignored the grumbling bus driver. Spotting an empty seat, you plopped down and immediately began worrying your bottom lip, your breathing already uneven.

He hasn’t even touched me yet. You lifted your hand and looked at it in shock, the pale, slim fingers shaking with anticipation. You gripped your purse tighter, trying to stave off the lust before you came just thinking about him.

You got home and the apartment was dark, save for a strip of light that came from the bedroom you shared with Namjoon. You took your heels off at the door, curious as to what awaited you in the dim light. Your bare feet stuck to the wood floor as you ambled along the hallway, your heart pounded and made the blood rush in your ears, as if you were in the sea.

“Oppa?” Your voice came out barely above a whisper, somehow already sounding like a moan.

“In here”

His voice, already deep on a normal day, took on a new timbre as the lust thickened his voice. Heat began pooling into your lower abdomen, your panties becoming stickier as you got closer to the bedroom.

You walked into the bedroom and glanced around, taking in the ruffled bed and empty chair. Not seeing him, you tried turning around, your voice forming an “Opp-”

You cut off as you feel his hands on your waist, fingers digging in, his mouth at your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“I’ve been waiting all day for you, baby girl, and now oppa is going to get what he wants.”

You shudder and moan quietly. “Take your clothes off, now.” You complied, but you put a wiggle in your movements, wanting to pay him back a bit for getting you distracted at work.

He inhaled sharply, almost not believing you dared to tease him, nonetheless he got even harder at the sight of you pushing your underwear over your ass.

“Stop that right now if you know what’s good for you, baby girl.”

“Or what, oppa?” You replied, a smirk on your mouth as you eyed his bulge, noting the twitch in both his member and his fingers as he yearned to be inside you, slamming into you as you cried out his name.

He froze for a second, unsure that he heard you correctly. He then smirked, and you faltered in your dancing a bit as you saw that his eyes darkened, the chocolate brown becoming coal, and they held the promise of punishment.

Your clothes lay on the floor now, discarded with no more than a passing glance, and you stood with your hands clasped behind your back. Namjoon’s heated gaze swept over your body slowly, and he made a note of the way your body seemed to be blushing.

He turned to the closet, and rummaged a bit. With a quiet “aha” he turned back around, and in his hands he held three silk ties, one a bright crimson, one a cobalt, and the last a cool grey. His eyes flashed dangerously, his fingers caressing the fabric, mimicking the way they would glide across your skin later on.

His index finger motioned you forward, pulling the grey tie taut between his hands. You took the step forward and stood there, your breath coming out in short gasps as the excitement threatened to spill over.

He put the tie over your eyes, grabbed your hand and lead you to the bed, his firm grip on your wrist clashed with the soft way his thumb ran over the back of your hand. He seated you on the edge of the bed and gave you a soft kiss before he pushed you onto the bed. You felt a bit disoriented, the blindfold heightening your other senses, which made you acutely aware of how wet you already were.

You felt Namjoon brush past your leg as he moved to the head of the bed, where the steel headboard stood. He grabbed your right arm, the cool surface of the steel made you hiss when your skin made contact. He tied your wrist to one of the beams, and you heard him shuffling over to the other side of the bed. He brought your other arm up, effectively spreading you, your body available for his consumption.

Your heard him shuffling again, this time the sound moved to the foot of the bed. You squirmed, and brought your legs together in an effort to bring friction to where you need it the most. Your core ached, and a pathetic whimper left your mouth, causing Namjoon to pause in what he was doing.

You felt the bed dip a bit as he placed a hand on it, and he leaned down over you. You felt a finger ghosting over your calf, making its way up your leg. As he got higher up your thigh, you opened up your legs again, hoping he’d touch you.

“Uh-uh, baby girl. It’s not time yet.”

Despite his verbal denial, his finger traveled up your folds and gathered some of your wetness before he teasingly pressed down on your clit, which made your hips buck. He placed a kiss on your hips before removing his finger, which you heard him place into his mouth. He hummed at your taste, and his weight disappeared.

He stood at the foot of the bed, the sound of his jean zipper being dragged down slowly, and you knew Namjoon was enjoying making you wait.

“Namjoon, please. Don’t make me wait after telling me you needed me,” you whimpered, and you moved your legs together again, which made him chuckle.

He kneeled on the bed, placed his hands on your knees and used them to spread to your legs. Your brows furrowed as you felt his breath at your knees, the skin smoothing out once you felt his tongue take a tentative lick.

He moved upwards slowly with his tongue, while his fingers danced on the outside of your slick heat, massaging your outer lips and drove you near the brink of insanity. You rolled your hips and hoped that he would insert a finger, but no such luck. He lifted away from your leg and you felt him move upwards, to your breasts. He took a hold of one in his hand and kneaded it, your nipple being tweaked and pulled, making you moan. Not one to ignore any part of you, Namjoon placed his mouth over the other breast and sucked the nipple in between his teeth.

You arched your back, trying to get him to take more of your breast into his mouth. His free hand once again ghosted over your skin, the skin on your stomach becoming pebbled as goosebumps formed. His hand dipped lower, coming into contact with your swollen clit. You whimpered and rolled your hips again, trying to get him to finally, finally, touch you where you needed him.

His finger circled your clit, slowly at first, but gaining speed and he began to push down on it. You moaned, and he moved his attention away from his breast to capture your mouth with his. He swallowed your next moan, his tongue expertly moving with yours, giving and taking with ease. He moved down your jaw, aiming for your neck. He bit at you, his teeth pulled at your skin and left angry red marks. He continued to suck and nibble at the same spot while his hand tended to your clit.

He rubbed it harder and faster, sensing you were close by the way your hips bucked into his hand. He replaced his index with his thumb and placed a finger, then two, into your core, groaning at how tight you were. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening, and you pulled at your restraints, wanting to feel Namjoon’s skin under your fingers.

You felt yourself coming closer, your walls tightening on his fingers, warning him you were close. Suddenly he pulled his hand away and you whined at the suddenly loss.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you off that easy did you? Not after you made me wait all day and teased me with that little show. Now tell me what you want.”

“Namjoon, wait, please just let me come. I need to.”

You felt him move over to hover above you, and you soon felt his breath at your ear.

“Are you sure, Y/n? Are you sure that’s what you really want?”

You gulped, not wanting to beg anymore than you already had.

He smacked your thigh lightly, making you yelp.

“Answer me. Otherwise I’m just going to leave you here.”

“Y-yes oppa, that’s what I want..”  

He grinned, forgetting for a moment you couldn’t see him. He moved down your body, and you felt him land between your legs, his own legs pushing yours apart. He leaned down so his mouth was level with your core, the wetness glistening temptingly. He gave you a long lick with the flat of his tongue, pushing down at your entrance before moving up to your clit. He took it between his teeth, biting it gently and licking it with the flat of his tongue, instantly bringing you back to your peak. He licked your clit over and over, and he slowly inserted a finger in, curling it up instantly. He pumped it in and out of you, and his tongue continued to torture your clit. Your moans became breathier and higher pitched as you got closer, your hips rolling in time with his finger. The knot tightened painfully, one last pump hitting your spot, and you saw white behind your eyelids. You cried out, Namjoon’s mouth still clamped over your clit. He sucked on it as you came down from your high, the bud becoming extremely sensitive as wave after wave crashed over you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and your limbs felt weak as you felt Namjoon move back up the bed. He untied your arms and they fell unceremoniously onto the bed next to you. He next removed the tie from your eyes and his still lust-filled gaze was the first thing you saw.

“Come here. I still need you.”

You looked at his hard length, the vein on the underside bulging. You sat up and leaned forward, one of your hands gripping him. He muttered under his breath, too low for you to make out what he said. You gripped him harder and began sliding your hand up and down, thumb catching the precum leaking from his head, and used it as lubricant. Slack jawed, you leaned forward some more and licked his head, tongue swirling around and making him groan.

He put his hand atop yours, and stopped your movement. You glanced up at him, confused, but quickly understanding once you saw the little packet in his other hand. He opened it up and rolled the condom onto his member.

“Turn around and get on your knees.”

You immediately moved, turning so your ass faced him. He grabbed it roughly, moving you so that your entrance was right in front of him. He slammed in all the way, your cry making him twitch inside you, and he moved a hand to your shoulder to hold you in place. He leaned forward, angling his hips just right, and he pulled out almost all the way.

“You ready?”

As an answer, you pushed back into him, your entrance swallowing more of his length. “Shit, you’re so tight babygirl. Fuck me, so tight.”

His hand gripped at your shoulder tighter, and you did your best to brace yourself on the bed before he slammed back into your heat. His thrusts were aimed perfectly and kept hitting the spot that made you scream, and sure enough the knot started forming in your stomach. You knew Namjoon wasn’t close yet though, so you rolled your hips in time with his thrusts, and when you heard a “ohh, fuck,” you knew you did right.

The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air. Namjoon’s grunts increased in frequency, his thrusts becoming erratic, no longer hitting that spot inside you. You rubbed at your clit sloppily, and tried to come before him, knowing he liked when you come first. Your stomach dipped and the knot tightened once again, which made your walls twitch and clench on his length.

“Namjoon, I-I’m close,” you panted, your fingers clenched in the blanket as you climbed closer to your climax.

He grunted, his own climax close. He reached down to your breast and tweaked your nipple between two fingers, making that the final straw. You shuddered, and your walls clamped down on Namjoon painfully, trying to draw him even deeper into you. It proved to be too much for him, and grunted as he came with your core still clenched around him. You both collapsed onto the bed, and he slipped out of you. He moved over to your side and pulled the condom off, which he disposed of in the trashcan next to the bed.

He turned back to you, pulled you into him, your back against his chest, and placed a kiss on your neck. He chuckled, and you turned your head.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, just feeling extremely satisfied and happy now.”

You hummed in response, tiredness setting into your bones.

Whew.