Tyler x Reader

The Bus Home

PROMPT:

Imagine your OTP always taking the same bus home after work. The relationship sparks when one day, Person A works up the courage to sit next to that stranger who keeps catching their eye and start talking to them.

You had always taken the 407 bus home. Five stops, then a short walk home. Boring. 

Until you saw him. 

Obviously a taller man, judging by the way he was uncomfortably hunched over. Dark curls peaking out from the edge of a slouching grey beanie. Light blue eyes where half hidden behind a pair of simple glasses. His black shirt hung from his broad shoulders, bunching up on his hips, dark jeans covered his long legs. 

Fighting back a light blush, you sit in your normal seat, ignoring the slight burst of happiness in your chest when you realised he was just across the aisle from you. 

Five stops later, and you regretfully walked off the bus. As the bus trundled off, you glanced back. A faint smile graced your face as you walked home. Maybe he'd be on the bus tomorrow?

He was. And the next day too. The next few days as well.

Seeing the nameless man gave you an odd feeling of excitement as you walked from work. As you waited on the bus, you wondered why he always wore his beanie, even when it was warm. The sound of the old bus bought you back to the present. 

A quick greeting to the bus driver, tap your card and walk up to your seat. Your heart jumped as your eyes flicked to the man. He was looking at you, his lips curled into a half smile.

You felt your lips curve up in response, your heart hammering. God, that smile was perfect on him! As you sat in your seat, you quietly freaked out, maybe this would continue?

It did, week of half smiles and quiet freakout sessions later, he spoke. 

You smiled at the man, meeting his eyes through his glasses. 

"Hey." He spoke suddenly, his voice husky and deep. You felt flustered.

"H-hey." You squeaked, a blush burning your cheeks. As soon as you sat down you groaned quietly. 

Why did I stutter? And oh god my voice was so high? oh god, I hope he doesn't find me weird now.  You grit your teeth and chide yourself. 

As you stood in preparation to get off the bus and curl up into a burrito and re-think every moment of your life, you were startled by his voice again. 

"See ya." He spoke quietly, his voice like silk. 

"See you." You smiled over your shoulder, before skipping down the steps of the bus. After the bus had disappeared, you squealed quietly and jumped up and down. 

"I did it! He talked to me!" You whispered, unable to keep your excitement down.

After a couple weeks of light-hearted greetings and soft farewells, you had decided you did have feelings for this nameless cutie on the bus. Unfortunately, you had no idea how to approach him, your friends where no help. Screw you anxiety!

As the 407 pulled up, you fought back a smile. After exchanging pleasantries with the bus driver and tapping your card, you all but skipped over to your seat. 

"Evening." The man smiled, you grinned at him. 

"Evening!" You chirp, heart fluttering at the sound of his voice. 

You sat alone for one stop, a sudden movement in the seat made you look over, to see the nameless man sitting next to you. 

"Hey, uh, I'm Tyler." He spoke slowly, obviously nervous. You smiled. 

"Y/N, nice to have a name for the mysterious man." You turned your body around to look at him properly. 

"This is going to sound creepy, and weird. But, you are really beautiful. Would you like to meet up somewhere other than a bus?" He asked, biting him lip. You blinked in surprise. Well then...

"Sounds good to me." You smile, your heart beating like hummingbird wings in your chest. Tyler then blessed you with his gorgeous half smile. You felt like melting into the seat right then and there.

"Awesome! Here's my number. This is your stop right?" He handed me a slip of paper, before slipping back into his seat. 

"It is! I'll text you!" You yell over your shoulder as you hurry of the bus. 

Tyler... cute name for a cute guy. You muse as you walk home, a large stupid smile plastered on your face. 

Hey, thats pretty good. 

(No, the 407 bus isn't real, I made it up. Writers creative license guys and gals)

Two chapters in one day yo. My fingers are going to fall off. Again, from the imagineyourotp tumblr. 

Send me prompts yo.