Femme Celebrity Imagines

bus (starring zoë kravitz)

prompt: im on the bus and my 2-year-old won’t stop crying, except you just smiled at them and they did

[third person]

the hardest part about public transit to zoe was easily riding with her baby boy. he was never a calm traveler, and she rarely had anyone that could keep him for her. whenever she stepped into the bus, upon recognition, passengers and driver alike would groan. today was no exception. if anything today was worse than most. between the extensive heat, extra chatty passengers and that one really obnoxious guy with a boom box on his shoulder like he'd just stepped out of 1988, little andre just didn't know what to do with himself. the usual sounds from the bus weren't helping either.

crying was normal, but he was full fledged wailing. she ignored the irritated glares, because fuck you, stranger, no one is more stressed out than she is. she tries rocking him, cooing and rubbing his back, soothingly. tries giving him love and reassurance that everything was okay, but nothing was helping. and, honestly, zoe blames that fucking boom box.

the little boy stops shuffling in her lap, stands still. finally, thank god. she doesn't realize that his eyes are locked on a stranger seated behind the two of them. one knee brought up to her chest, resting her elbow on her knee and holding her phone in her elevated limb, scrolling through social media as she rapped quietly along to some music.  watching her, occasionally the volume of his screams would subside some, but would never go away. and, the lapse in volume would only last a short while. zoe took it as a sign that he was calming down, and was thankful.

then, the stranger looked up, locking eyes with the toddler, standing in front of her, finger in his mouth and tears in his eyes and staining his face. instinctively, she wanted to write his little tears. but, she also knew better than to touch other people's children. so, she just smiled. unbeknownst to the stranger, his cries didn't lower in volume when she did. they stopped completely. zoe's head immediately snapped in her son's direction. the stranger gave a tiny wave with her finger, quietly cooing at him. he wiped his tears, and zoe frowned with curiosity. though, all she really felt was relief. she kept staring at her son wondering what had made him stop. then, the stranger winked at him, and he smiled back at her. that really caught zoe's attention.

immediately, she found herself turning to follow his line of sight. turning around, her heart honest to God skipped a beat, while the stranger stopped interacting with the child, worried that she'd upset the mother. but, really zoe was in awe, and not just on account of the baby thing. this stranger was unbelievably pleasing to the eye. zoe want sure what she'd expected when she turned around, but fuck. y/n turned off her music and pulled the headphones from her head.

before she could fix her lips to apologize, zoe blurts, "would you like to sit with us?"

y/n blinked with shock for a bit, but stood and moved to sit sat right next to her. upon sitting down, andre immediately reached out for the stranger. y/n looked at zoe first for approval before taking him into her lap. in her arms he sat down, facing her and leaned his head against her chest. maybe it was lust, maybe it was her sleep deprivation but zoe was certain she saw a halo hovering y/n's head.

"so, can i get a name?" y/n asked.

zoe reached out her hand, "zoe. the little guy is andre." y/n met her halfway and introduced herself. zoe looked down at her boy in y/n's, falling asleep. she let out a breathless chuckle, "so, what're you, a baby whisperer?"

y/n just shrugged, "always had a way with kids, i guess."

zoe had an idea. maybe it was too trusting of her, maybe a bit naive. but, she always had good intuition. and, honestly, andre's was even better.

"are you busy?"

"not particularly."

zoe smiled, "would you mind coming down to the diner with us and keep him company while i work?"

"sure."