#him helping out during the blood rain bc it was right (when he could’ve been w family) but still refusing to call himself a hero

[scattered-winter]

hiii this is the Shadow ask ^_^ i was gonna send it w the other one but once i started writing,, it got way too long lol but anyway!! i think you’ll like him!! he has a TON of angst potential, like you have no idea. either way, spoiler alert for the games sonic adventure 2 and also some shadow the hedgehog, i’m pretty sure the third movie will be based on sa2 so be warned!!

also this IS sa2 yeah? his backstory is entirely told thru that game and his story is majorly interlaced with everything going on in that game, ok? so i’m telling u sa2 basically! cool? cool! feel free to ignore this if u want to, ofc!! no pressure and no spoilers if u dont want to!!

now SHADOW… he’s a man-made hog. he was made by Eggman’s grandfather, Gerald Robotnik (with some help from alien demons, yes, you read that right, alien demons) he was created to be the ultimate lifeform and help develop a cure for the disease known as NIDS (basically AIDS) which is a disease Maria, Gerald’s granddaughter and Eggman’s cousin has! Maria is a young girl, i think her parents had NIDS?? and died when she was young so she stays w Gerald. to be better monitored (so she doesn’t ya know. DIE) she stays up on the ARK. a man-made satellite that’s like an observation station up on the planet’s orbit and also where Gerald operates. Shadow is born out of love!! Gerald’s love for Maria and humanity, Shadow is supposed to help people. and once he IS created he and Maria are best friends, basically siblings. he also stays up on the ark, seeing as there are still experiments or smth. either way, neither of them have ever seen the Earth and they dream of going down there someday to like see rain and flowers and whatnot! Maria and Shadow also have a very deep love for humanity and she makes Shadow promise her that he’ll protect them when they get down there. he promises.

anyway, turns out the ark is a military thing and Gerald was supposed to be creating an ultimate WEAPON and when the government finds out he’s not doing that. they go bananas. they storm up the place and murder everyone in cold blood. btw the ark is not just Gerald, Maria and Shadow, there are other people there, scientists who research other stuff as well as their families if i’m not mistaken. they all get murdered. Maria and Shadow try to escape and Maria successfully gets Shadow on an escape pod down to Earth, even though he doesn’t want to go she wants to save him. before the pod gets shot down however, Maria gets shot right in front of Shadow, that’s the last thing he sees before the pod leaves.

the government gets his pod i believe, and since they don’t know what to do with him, they freeze him in ice for 50 years! his whole childhood would’ve been in like the 1950s

yeah, 50 years later (the game is from 2001) Eggman finds out his grandpa had this ultimate weapon and wants to find it. he wakes Shadow up from the ice and Shadow ‘grants him a wish’ destruction on humanity. but!! he’s not just mad bc of what happened on the ark, there’s another thing! so before Gerald got executed (oh yeah he gets executed by the military and recorded in his final moments, we see that later in the game) he implanted fake memories in Shadow’s head. Maria had asked him to always protect humanity and be kind. Gerald modifies that memory and makes Shadow think she wanted him to kill everyone. and he is also mad about having everyone he ever knew murdered right in front of him but memories are a big deal to this guy.

so he does just that! he teams up with Eggman and tries to blow up the planet with the laser gun that was in the ark (the ark had a giant laser) bc of false memories and the sad stuff.

he’s able to keep up with Sonic which makes him SUPER interesting and despite putting on a cold front, (he doesnt wanna get attached ofc, he did lose everyone he loved) he cant push everyone away completely, he and Rouge do get closer during the game(he saves her from an island that blows up when he could’ve left her there, it’s a bit of a turning point for his character) and, when he find out his memories were a lie and with some push from Amy, she convinces him that destroying everything isn’t what Maria would’ve wanted and he changes sides!

the game ends on a bittersweet note because, in order to save the planet from the ark, Shadow ends up sacrificing himself. the last scene in the game is Sonic bidding farewell to Shadow.

so yeah! that’s Shadow’s story!! he (spoiler alert) does come back and has other stories but this is his background! like i said, a very tragic character but it’s really interesting. i love him a a whole lot, i’m very sorry for spamming ur inbox but also,, u DID ask so……. sorry still wifnfkt

agsfshsjgad I will never be mad at inbox spam. I'm loving this rn

but WOW. wow. ur right I'm very much into this there's a lot I wanna mess around with. but UGH having his memories tampered with after literally watching everyone he ever knew get slaughtered right in front of him!!!!!!!! geez no wonder shadow is Like That

[enderspawn]

GOD I’m. Thinking abt Mark. He never hated Ashe, he loved Ashe to the point of suffocation. He wanted to keep him safe and alive so he locked him away. Even if he was miserable, he was here. After losing his wife, he couldn’t take another death and projected all that fear onto Ashe. It didn’t matter if he was a shit dad, he was keeping Ashe alive and safe and clothed and fed and everything else was the cost to pay to achieve it.

But god, after Ashe’s mom died, he didn’t blame Ashe— he blamed the book. He hated the book, hated what it could do. It would’ve been so easy to hate Ashe for it too, but he didn’t. Despite all that, he trusted Ashe to still be able to control it. He let Ashe help the PD initially with the spirit world bc he trusted Ashe to keep himself safe too, he told him that! It was after Ashe got shot that he realized it didn’t matter what Ashe did, he wasn’t going to safe at all bc of the situation they’re in and tried he to make Ashe stop and leave, but Ashe told him he wanted to be a hero.

Do you think anyone ever told him what happened to his son? That he was a hero? Or did he go to prison forever unsure. Do you think him trusting Ashe that first time and letting Ashe help haunts him?

[wastelandcth]

idk if you write angst but could you write an angsty piece of the reader and cal fighting? cal is the dude to not fight and talk it out but maybe they have a fight they never really had before and it kinda goes to shit? the reader leaves for a few hours, leaves her phone at home so she can’t call anyone when she realizes it’s too late and cal calls the boys/girl’s to help find her and it results in seeing the reader a mess bc she thinks her and cal are over but they’re not and it ends in fluff?

okay this was one of my favorite things i’ve written lately so i hope you like this! also...maybe smut?? idk it’s probably not smut but also alluding to smut so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Movie Moments

"Hey man...have you or your missus heard anything from her? I...she hasn't come back home yet and it's getting pretty late." Calum mumbled into the phone as he rubbed his face, leaning back against the couch, "I was thinking maybe she'd gone over to talk to one of the girls but Ash and Mike said they haven't seen her today and neither have their girls. I just, I don't know what to do at this point." he sighed, looking over as he heard Duke whimpering at his feet, the old dog sensing his worries.

Thinking about it now, it had been a stupid fight. A fight that had been bubbling up for days now and Calum had the chance to nip it in the beginning but he was too stubborn of a person to be the first one to break again. He felt like it was always him fucking up and having to apologize for a disagreement. This time it wasn't even that much of his fault, to begin with. So their week began with a rocky start, both of them tiptoeing around each other as they tried to keep the impending fight at bay.

It started when she had left her laptop on the couch again. It wasn't anything intense, just her laptop on the couch. But Calum had gotten home exhausted from the studio and landing back onto the laptop didn't improve his mood, his backache the next morning just adding to his bad mood. Then when he'd left his running shoes near the doorway and she'd tripped and almost fallen on the ground, she couldn't help but utter out a few curse words, kicking the shoes back into the bedroom. But it didn't matter, because when she'd walked out the door at the end of their dumb fight, Calum knew he'd fucked up just as much as her.

"I just don't understand why you're so stubborn and won't accept the fact that I'm trying to help you out here! It's all I ever want to do, help you!" Calum winced at the own harshness of his voice, the thunder in the background making them both jump, "I want to make sure you're okay and that you don't do something stupid!"

Her life felt like a movie sometimes. Sometimes it felt like a teen coming of age movie when she and Calum were driving in the car with the windows down and some upbeat song came on to remind them that they were alive and together in this crazy world. Sometimes it felt like a romance movie, whenever she and Calum kissed and her world stopped because when Calum kissed her she felt like it was just her and Calum in the entire universe. Sometimes her life felt like a shitty romance movie, where the couple gets into a big fight and one of them gets stuck in the rain trying to deal with their feelings.

"I just don't understand why you're like this sometimes! Like, am I not enough for you?! I've tried, I've tried to become the best person I can become and you still treat me like I'm this...like I'm some dumb child who doesn't know how to take care of themself. I'm not a child, Calum! I'm a fucking adult, yeah I may be younger than you and you've seen more of this world than I can ever possibly imagine but you're no better than me. Deep down your just like me, you're just a fuck up who's scared to admit it and I'm just...I'm sick of having to tiptoe around this." her hands were shaking at this point, her hair sticking to her forehead as the rain kept falling around them.

Calum watched as she walked back inside of the house, the storm outside dulling into a sprinkle, not that it mattered much since they had both been soaked already. He watched as she grabbed her bag and her keys off of the counter and made her way towards the front door. He could've stopped her, he knew that if he went in there and apologized that she wouldn't leave, that they'd be able to talk things out. But Calum was being stubborn and he wasn't going to defend himself for wanting to take care of her, it wasn't like he was telling her she wasn't capable of doing so.

She was lost. The winding streets of the city leaving her confused and helpless. She really wished she had remembered to bring her phone when she had stormed out of the house but in her haste to leave, she'd left it. She could imagine it too, the clear case showing off the yellow phone and the polaroid picture of Calum and Duke that she had put there a few months ago, sitting on the coffee table where she had set it down before they'd walked outside to talk. It was probably dead by this time too, since she hadn't charged her phone since the night before. But now she had no way of knowing where she was or how to get back, the moonlight being blocked by the rain clouds that seemed to be mocking her. She could've walked to Ashton's house, maybe even Luke's since they were nearby their own house, but she couldn't face them, she couldn't face anyone at the moment. She'd decided on walking, to clear her mind, and try not to ruin what she had with Calum by saying something she didn't mean while angry. But the rain disoriented her and now she was sat on the curb, her jeans wet, her shoes soaked, and her tears being hidden by the raindrops falling around her.

She could've knocked on the door of whoever’s curb she was currently sitting on, ask them to use their phone to call Calum or one of her friends, but the idea of being kidnapped by them or worse would just prove Calum right and even in her panic she didn't want to deal with him saying 'I told you so' at her funeral. So instead she sat in silence, her body shaking from the cold as she tried to come up with a plan. She could've gone to the main road, tried to find a payphone, but it was late and she didn't really want to bump into the crowds of partying tourists and college students who flooded the night clubs during the weekends. She had been walking for what seemed like hours, she could've been in an entirely new city for all she knew, her sore feet protesting as she stood up to keep walking.

Bright headlights made her eyes squint as she made her way down yet another hilly neighborhood. Her body stiffening as she noticed the car flashing their lights at her and pull up next to her. Her breathing quickened as she prepared herself to bolt, her blood going cold as she imagined the worse. Calum really would've been upset at her funeral if she died like this. Relief flooded her as she heard a familiar Australian accent, watching as Luke parked the car and stepped out, his arms wrapping around her tightly and murmuring how he was glad to find her.

"You want to talk about it?" Luke asked softly as he glanced over at her while he drove them back home. It had been a few minutes since Luke had seen her walking down the steep hill, a few minutes after he'd called Calum and told him that he'd found her and she was safe. She found herself sitting in Luke's passenger seat, the seat warmer doing wonders for her shivering body. She shrugged, looking down at her hands as she thought about what she could say to the blonde.

"I'm not the best with directions, LA is stupid big and I got lost. I personally blame whoever made this city with so many hills and houses that look alike," she mumbled as she looked out the window, smiling weakly as she heard Luke scoff, which she hoped was more of a laugh. "Big cities are the worst. How is he?" she asked as they pulled into the driveway, her eyes landing on Calum who was stood outside of the front door waiting for them, his shoulders relaxing as he saw the car pull in.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled as she stepped out of the car, not expecting to be engulfed into Calum's arms the second she was out. Her arms wrapped around his body, her eyebrows furrowing as she felt his body shake and his uneven breathing on her neck. "C-Calum? I'm okay, I promise. I just got lost and...you were right. I can't take care of myself I'm sorry..." she rambled nervously and held him closer to her, her hand rubbing his back as she tried to calm him down. She'd only ever seen him cry a handful of times and it had never been because of her, the guilt rising up her body as Calum led her inside, thanking Luke as he got back into the car and drove off, giving you both the space you needed.

She followed Calum inside, the quiet house they'd both become accustomed to felt suffocated. The tension heard in their footsteps and in between Calum's sniffles. Her eyes looked towards the coffee table, a sigh leaving her as she saw her phone. She watched him as he walked around the kitchen, getting them both a glass of water and turning off the lights, something he'd do every night before bed. She followed him down the hallway to their bedroom, watched as he set the glasses down on the bedside table before he walked into the bathroom. She slid off her shoes as she heard the shower turn on, walking in to find Calum sliding off his damp shirt. His skin felt like fire against her cold fingertips, helping him slide the shirt up his torso before it fell to the floor with a thud. His eyes met hers, both of them tired and full of sadness as his fingertips played with the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it off to join his on the floor.

The bathroom had steamed up by the time they'd both stepped into the shower, soft apologies whispered in between kisses. Her back was against the wall, her hands gripping his hair as she gave herself to him. His hands squeezed at her soft skin, the warm water enveloping both of them as they drank each other in. They moved as if they were made for one another, one of his hands holding one of hers above their heads as he left a trail of kisses down her jaw, his mouth whispering against her skin the words he only mumbled to himself when she was asleep. Her free hand tugged on his dark curls, soft moans leaving her as she listened to him, her body on fire as she wondered how she could have ever doubted that this was what she wanted for the rest of her life.

Laying in bed, the rain outside was different. It no longer felt like a movie moment to her. She was no longer stuck in a shitty romance movie. She was lying in the arms of her lover. Listening to his soft breathing as his chest rose and fell with sleep. No, her life no longer felt like that movie anymore, it felt like a dream she didn't want to wake up from. It felt like a poem she never wanted to stop reading. It felt like home, it felt like Calum.

[ilguna]

i also have a list of shit my history teacher (this year) has said and done so I will share it with you:

warning: its really fucking long bc he would say/do shit MULTIPLE times a day

goes onto the next slide, “it’s a meme, get it?” proceeds to explain the meme (its the hey arnold meme with the first)

also goes onto another slide, with the twitter opinion meme. at the end of the paragraph it says “this class smacks, I’m lit”

“I’m going to beat up your brother. i am going to pummel him.”

On the 6th day of class he finally realized that there was a total of 6 guys and the rest were girls

student: “You should not put it in (as an assingment)”. teacher; “laugh out loud, im dead”

he was teaching us how to write a DBQ, the computer had a pop up saying that the battery was low, and then a spider shows up out of fucking nowhere, hanging from the ceiling. he CLAPS it, jokes about eating it, and then sets it on his desk (not in the trash can 2 feet away) so he can “deal with it later”

his endless military stories, specifically ORANGE DESERT

he wrote “if you would have had your thinking skull on” on my first DBQ

him saying “I hate this” after typing a word wrong multiple times while teaching us DBQ’s lmfao

“For the lols”

Threw a box of tissues across the room into the trash can

threw a box of tissues at a student

he had this obsession with throwing expo markers at his whiteboard, trying to make it land on the metal part so expect that a lot.

“Do you want me to drown him in a bathtub?” (which was about a student’s dog that had separation anxiety lmaoo)

Sang the rain drop, drop top song

The collars on his shirt turned up

“He’ll be beaten for that distraction” (after his son called him during his lesson and he willingly answered)

“Stay woke” 

“It was a hot boy summer for him”

expo marker landed on the metal thing for once thanks to a towel that was there

kyle (it must have been a story or something i dont remember)

He woah’d at some point

HAHA so there was a kid in my class that had got caught with a bong on the second week of school and he was suspended. when he came back to class, we were going over what the south grew in the U.S. very early on into colonization. and he used the bong kid as an example of a tobacco farmer

tried to eat a balled up paper

“important revolutionary war stuff”

“My bae, George Washington”

“They could’ve killed g-dubz, but they didn’t”

called george washington “g-dubz” frequiently

“Facts”

“Swagtastic”

he got excited over a military general (baron friedrich von steuben) for being a gay military general--”That was very well respected!”

“He had a ton of swagger”--referring to ben franklin

“His nickname was the swamp fox. You guys can call me that”

The snowball fight story--his brother was friends with a kid he hated next door. my teacher challenged the kid--Eric--to a snowball fight. In preparation, my teacher had froze snowballs, and so when he did have the fight, he LITERALLY knocked Eric out and left him on the front lawn unconscious (he was an elementary school kid)

one time he gave us the punishment quiz by accident, tried to make up for it by giving everyone the answer to #6. however, it turned out to be wrong so he just gave us all 100′s instead

another military story of the goat he bought from an old man with his buddies. unfortunately they had to kill the goat to eat, but the FACT that my teacher said this “a cute little goat--you know, baaa?” as if we didn’t know what a goat was 

He was the golf/hockey coach!! so not only would he talk about beating up the kids in the golf club

he would also do random golf swings all the goddamn time! with no gold club or ball, it was just air.

“You are about to get clowned, young lady”

pronounced pamphlet as pamplet fora good part of his teaching career (another story he told us)

“It’s definitely not the declaration of independence you mouth breather!”

George washington = bae on a powerpoint

“you tied me up real good”

“France also popped off”

Compares the Connecticut compromise to ppap (with the song and everything!)

Told someone to shut up after they suggested that Iowa was the least populated state (he’s from Iowa)

hick iowa, to be exact

Wrote 23 as 32, realized his mistake and said “oop im dyslexic”

“If it’s a purge, I’m killing everybody”

“Federalism, not onion!’

“Who’s the dumbass guy? Ducey!” (our state governor)

he got arrested once. his mugshot is on google images and everything

he got arrested bc some guy was destroying his house w a baseball bat at a party his friendw as throwing (but it was at my teachers house). my teacher respectfully punched him and brought him to the front lawn. called the cops when the guy wouldnt leave and ended up being arrested too. teacher thought his career was over and threatened the guy the entire way to the police station

“laugh out loud!”

“We beat the begeezus out of a bunch of british people”

pronounced wolf as woof

“Who was his daddy? Who’s his daddy?”

Called a swim cap a bonnet

“Kick!”--then proceeds to kick a tennis ball. before that he had just thrown it to get out of his way

“Jesus, you’re a big boy”

for like 2 weeks straight he used that same tennis ball to try and erase a whiteboard. and im not talking rubbing it on the board, he fucking threw it at the wall, getting it off little by little. he eventually gave up, though

“I’ll snot rocket into the trash can”

“Cause I realize most of you are morons”

was obsessed with the cowboy boogie

“Every time I cough, my tail bone hurts”

“Do i look normal?”

“I look like an old man”

“Shut up your faces”

“I see you back there, queen”

“Some of you girls need to learn from this article”--the article was old & about girls being submissive

“that would hurt some people’s feelings, but I’m not gonna show it hurt mine”

“He’s just--’meow’”--about his cat

he had a sweater that had his face on it, photoshopped over a boxer that a student gave him. he wore it during winter

flicked a tennis ball across the room with a hockey stick. hit the coffee thermo on his desk, stared for a couple of seconds, and THEN realized that it was open

First off, all you kids making memes about dodging the draft--we don’t want your dumbasses anyway” --continued to rant for a few minutes after that

he HATED the national anthem with a burning passion

“I’m old as shit”

also, his cat’s name IS meow cat

more expo marker throwing

“Hey there handsome”-- to the teacher next door

“Henry clay is going to haunt you until april” (unfortunately we didnt make it that far into the school year bc of covid. disappointed that i didnt get to be haunted)

Singing electric avenue

“but here’s the tea”

“Flagstaff is like--” *reaches as high as he can to put expo marker on the wall

“I’m adopting all of you, and we’re moving to saudi arabia”

teacher: “I’m gonna break bowers kneecaps in front of you. you still want to be on strike?” not bowers but a different kid: “no...?”

Cleaned the shades in the middle of him explaining something

“You know your pinky toe? this little roast beef?”

THE TURTLE SOUP STORY. when my teacher was still a kid, he found a turtle in the wild, and brought it to his grandparents house (they owned a farm). he took care of the turtle for a while, even after his grandfather found out. until one day he came home and saw blood everywhere, went to find the turtle to see it was gone. then found his grandfather chopping up the fucking turtle so they could have it for soup for dinner. his grandfather literally made him fatten up the turtle so they could eat it

“Did mr.*****--?” (referring to himself in 3rd person, also blocked out to protect privacy)

“i’m going to staple your nostrils closed. staple, staple. ‘I can’t breathe mr.*****!’ should’ve done your DBQ!!”

his pedo stache 

stood with a paper and smiled, thinking that a student was taking a picture of him when it was really the paper

doesn’t know who gaston is???

him: “I’m going to staple your noses together. One staple” Student: “*****’s piercing parlor!”

*singing* “beauty and the beast”

“I’m going to tackle you”

more random golf swinging

“What’s up (my name)?” me: hi *he then hits the bun on the top of my head on his way in the door*

And he did it again the next day

he literally made kids compete with pastries

which reminds me, he brought donuts in 2 days in a row like a week after that and make us (his first hour) take bites bc he realized he didn’t want to eat it. one of the girls was glad to take it from him, everyone else told him no

“Good morning (my name) how are you?” me: “I’m sick again... do you need help? (with the door)” him; “Actually, yes” (normally he can open the door even when his hands are full but there was a stack of pop tart boxes that were as tall as him so) i opened the door, he goes in and says, “thank you (my name), for not being rude”

the following quotes are for the Hot Seat

Student: “what do you do--?” him: “you’re in the hot seat!”

“Some people cry”

“La *****, luxurious”

“You sit here, and you stare (into the projector light)”

basically everyone in the class had to answer a question as a review. there was a stool in front of the smartboard, perfectly placed so that the projector light would LITERALLy be in your eyes. i actually got the question right on some miracle.

“2 points of weed?”

“Can I get some of that hot leaf?”

“They will make more drugs! You can’t do that much drug!”

“You guys bullied me and stole it”

“Whole rest of the nation sucked an egg”

“Whelp, let’s just kill myself”

“Do you guys know david chapel?” *sigh when everyone says no*

*some girls singing the national anthem* Him: “no! none of this, none of this!”

“Calibri’s for idiots” (the font)

“The only thing that was in--shit”

“and uncle sam--gettin lit”

“Their daddy--UH--”

“They’re going to blame the jews--my people” (he got a dna test done, he’s not actually jewish)

“Whatever you say, boomer”

“Use my words to plagiarize in college”

“I’m jewish, that’s offensive”

“Tell him he gave me instant cancer”

Me: “can i go to the bathroom?” him: “I’ll allow it”

him: “He’s antisemetic and it hurts my feelings” student: “what does that mean again?” him: “Hates jews :(”

“You guys can call me kingfish if you’d like”

~ after we said no to the nicknames, we tried to make one for him ~

student: “cornhusker!” him: “no, that’s offensive... and it’s also nebraska”

student: “corn picker!” him: “no--that sounds like a racist term or something”

“Unless corona really does take over--” (thank u, mr. for ruining the school year”

Student: “how old was she (his mom) when she had you?” him: “thirteen”

“My mom just turned 40 the other day...” (a joke)

him: “My brother got t-boned by a semi truck last night” Student: “Why are you laughing?” him: “Because he lived.”

“Yeah bc I would hide out in a public school with 300 new kids a year” (about him not living in iowa so he’s hiding out in az to get away from his “criminal record” (refer to the 1 time hes been arrested))

“Baby death?”

“Their family has more money than jesus”

*Standing outside the door yelling “CORONA” to students walking in”

“Hey I’m *****, f-word, blah, blah”

“We should fight our cats.”

“OH that’s a big chonk cat.”

“Mortal Kombat is pretty cool. I haven’t played in 25 years”

he told us in class once that we shouldnt open the front door if cops show up at a party. just to shut the blinds and be a little quieter bc the cops cant legally open the door

also one time he had a gun pointed to his face but he never finished that story bc he never liked it

during quarantine he set a DBQ as 1000 points (and i still didnt do it)

and “Here’s the tea, kiddos!”

honorable mentions: all the time he’s sent out emails bc theyre fucking hilarious

[thequeenofadream]

Painting a Picture of Perfection II (Brian May x Reader)

PART ONE | PART TWO

Summary: you, an up and coming artist, were in the park looking for some inspiration. you suddenly saw a curly haired guitarist and you were very much enlightened.

Words: 2,394

Notes: swearing? eating of chicken nuggets? fluffy fluff fluff awkwardnessess bc shy

A/N:  thanks for all the support on the first part, i hope you guy will enjoy this one! :) <3 

🖌 tagging: @obsessedwithrogertaylor @malekdarling @i-padfootblack-things @xxcxrolinexx @xtrashmammalstefx @everbodyplaythegame

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Your paintbrush tapped against your cheek as the london skies grew dark. You were waiting for Brian to arrive and take you out, but you were also terribly worried it was about to rain. He hasn’t told you anything about where he was taking you, but you hoped it didn’t have to do with going outdoors.

It was quarter before six and he had told you, he’d pick you up at six. You underestimated your preparation time and ended up finishing earlier than expected. You decided to use the time to continue your painting of Brian. You had transferred the sketch you had made onto a canvas; it was resting against the easel you had next to a window.

You were thinking of what shade of red you should used for bri’s guitar when you heard a knock from the door. You quickly set down everything you had down on the window sill and removed the arpon you were wearing. Under your apron, you wore a blue off-shoulder dress that had a flowy skirt. It wasn't too formal, nor was it casual.

You set your apron down with the rest of your supplies and head for the door, excited to see Bri. You hadn't seen him since his gig at the pub, because of the both of you being busy with your respective courses. It was refreshing to his lovely face after a long week.

You opened the door to reveal the curly-haired guitarist; he wore a white button down and blue washed jeans. He was fiddling with his fingers when he looked up and saw you at the door. He was left breathless.

“Wow.”

It wasn't like he had never looked at you and thought you were a goddess, but this particular moment was special. This was the moment of your first date. You weren't just a girl in the far distance of a park. You were a girl he was about to take out on a date.

You could only blush in response; he could never cease to make you do so. During the short moments you had seen him during the week, it seemed like he always made it point to leave you red-faced.

“Thanks.” You spoke softly, in contrast to the chaos ensuing within you.

“Shall we?” He held out his arm, expecting you to take it. You looked at him confused, not knowing what to do. He noticed this and did his best to explain without blatantly saying ‘MY ARM IS YOURS.’

“Uh you can hold my arm.” He didn’t want to lose his blushing streak so he looked away as his cheeks turned red like his red special guitar. His effort however was useless, because you were an attentive observer. You thought that it was quite cute to see the colour flush through his cheeks. You giggled as you linked with him arm and you left your flat.

Fast forward to the his car and you swore brian had been driving for hours even though it had only been thirty minutes since you left your flat. It was silent between the both of you, but it wasn’t necessarily awkward. It was more nerve-wracking. You were both afraid to fuck up. What if one of you had reminded the other about an ex?

As if on cue, Brian broke the silence deciding to make some small talk.

“So how’s classes?”

You stopped fiddling with your fingers to finally look up at him. Honestly it was pretty boring, but you thought you’d update him on the project you were doing where he was the subject.

“Ah, not much. The painting of you is coming along quite nicely though.” You flashed a gentle smile, looking as radiant as ever. You continued to rave about how everything was coming along together and how you were experimenting with different methods and textures.

Brian was listening intently, but he couldn’t help but get lost in your eyes. He loved watching your face light up as you talked about what you were so passionate about. It was like watching a supernova, without all the mess and chaos of course. He was so caught up with you that he had almost forgotten he was driving until you reminded him.

“Uh, Bri.” You said pointing straight ahead. He quickly snapped out of it and looked straight ahead to see a red light. He stepped on the brake pedal and the car came to an abrupt stop.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” He said relieved as you both remained unharmed. His heart was about to leap out of his chest as he realized he could’ve gotten you two seriously hurt. You were slightly shaky as well, but you quickly brushed it off. It was the sort of funny seeing how you affected his funny.

“It's fine Bri.”

You laughed, as Brian sweat bullets, trying to figure out why. You quickly noticed this and put a hand on his shoulder assuring him it truly was fine. The light turned green and you both continued on your conversation with him properly dividing his attention between the road and you. To say the least it was quite a challenge.

The car came to a stop as you arrived at a modest cafe that didn't have too many customers. It had just the right amount of coziness that you desired. As you were both getting out of the car, Brian put a hand on your thigh before you could step out.

“Wait here.”

He stepped out and got something out of the trunk, before going to your side your side of the car and opening the door. He held it for you as you stepped out seeing a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands. It wasn't filled with purely roses, but it had daisies, tulips, camelia and so much more. It was an explosion of colours. He handed it to you and closed the door behind you, before speaking up.

“A colourful bouquet for a colourful soul.”

You buried your face in the bouquet taking in the smell of it all, while also hiding the growing redness spreading across your face. Brian chuckled, seeing you were happy with them. When you had finally calmed down, you looked back up, seeing him laughing at you. He was gorgeous. You didn't see what he saw in you. You wondered what about was so ‘colourful’ about you.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Never been more sure of anything else.”

You both started walking to the entrance of the cafe still pondering on why. You were very much tempted to ask. You walked in to the fresh smell of coffee and pastries. It may have been dinnertime, but the place reeked of breakfast. It was so domestic and homely, it was as if you had stepped into your own apartment.

You settled on table near a window that overlooked what you presumed was the owners tiny garden. As you sat down, Brian pushed the chair in for you and got into his own.

“You sure do keep chivalry alive.” You complimented him and saw him go red. You thought he was such a gentleman and shouldn't just go unnoticed.

“Well nothing less for queen like yourself.” He finally responded, gesturing to you in all you beauty.

“And shall you be my king?” You joked, pointing at him.

“I was thinking maybe prime minister.” He joked back, making you roll your eyes. Too could play that game.

“Oh then I guess I’ll have to go kiss Prince Charles.” You faked a sigh while resting your chin your palm, looking out the window.

A ping of jealousy hit Brian although it was very much impossible for that to actually happen. Brian quickly took your other hand and kissed it, making you look back at him.

“Just kidding, my queen. I’d love to be your king.”

You smiled to yourself, believing you had won.

A waitress then came over and handed you each a menu. As you were both looking, you couldn't help but watch him look frustrated, not knowing what to pick. It was quite the sight to watch.

“You look like you're about to pop a blood vessel.”

His snapped his head in your direction, realising that you had been watching the entire time. He raised an eyebrows, seeing your sassy side slowly revealing itself.

“You clearly haven't seen me during band practice then.” He remembered the night when Roger and Fred had fought over some maracas Fred had thrown into the crowd during the show the night before.

“You'll have to invite me sometime then.”

You raised your hand calling over the waitress. She placed two cups of water down and took out a notepad. You gave her your order while Brian did the same. You had just ordered some soup and chicken nuggets. Brian had opted for some fries and a salad. She left, giving you two some privacy and You decided it was the perfect time to get to know him better since you felt like you only ever talked about yourself.

“So, Bri. Why space?” You asked, genuinely intrigued by his passion on the subject.

“Well, the stars are all we ever see at night and we don't know a single thing about them. Thought I'd get to know them better. They did brighten up my night after all.” He eyed you the entire time, smirking at the end of it all.

“very smooth, may.” You couldn't help but giggle at how much of a dork he was, just like you in a sense.

“But in all seriousness. I do love it, the cosmos, the galaxies. They're all such wonderful works of the universe and I want to understand them.” He said seriously, with a sparkle his eyes.

“Oh that's wonderful! I sorta feel the same way about art. They're sort of like galaxies painted by us and every single one has a story waiting to be told, waiting to be understood.”

“It's nice to see the meaning in things isn't it?”

“You bet.”

When your food arrived, you continued conversing, getting completely lost in the topics you'd dive into whether it be about uni, mutual friend or whatever tea you had to spill.

“Yeah, so long story short I accidentally spilled scalding tea on my ex, causing him to go to the hospital.” You felt bad, remembering your clumsiness.

“Oh my god! Is he okay?” Brian tried to hold in a laugh as you told your story.

“Of course!” You let you a chuckle, seeing his expression.

“That wasn't why you break up, was it?” He continued, feeling very curious about your tale.

“Nope, I found out he was gay.”

“Oh.”

“But it's fine, we're great friends now!” You continued lightening up the mood. He smiled, seeing how the situation wasn't one with a sad ending.

You had both finished your meals and were getting ready to leave. You had insisted to split the bill in half, despite Brian's wishes. You left the cafe together, hand in hand. You leaned against his shoulder until you reached the car. You were tired, but happy tired. You both had a fun date and was more than satisfied with how it went. You were smitten.

Once you both got into the car, he started the car and had one hand one the steering wheel while the other one held your hand. He noticed that you were looking quite groggy so he told you how to adjust the seat so you you take a rest.

On the way to your complex, he would take quick glances, watching you sleep. You were so peaceful and happy, he wished he could make you feel that way. He wished maybe someday he could be your safe place.

By the time you got the apartment, you were still asleep so he did his very best to wake you up gently. He shook you softly, and you woke slowly, taking time to adjust.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” You started apologising profusely, but Brian just interrupted assuring you it was fine.

“It’s fine, (Y/N). I’m pretty tired as well. Do you want me to walk you up though?” He said letting out a yawn.

“It’s fine, you should probably get home quick. It seems like it’s going to be a rainy night.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right.”

An awkward silence then ensued and none of you didn’t really know what to do next. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage and it seemed like the perfect time to steal a kiss, but was it?

Your eyes sparkled in the dark, like a shining star in the dark. Brian put his hand against your cheek, stroking it softly, not really knowing what else to do. It just seemed like an instinct. His palm felt warm against your cheek, and it warmed your heart.

“Uh Bri? Is it fine if I-” You trailed off not really knowing how to say it, so you just did it.

Your lips hovered above his, before meeting his. It was as if fireworks had gone off. There was so much emotions and thoughts pumping through your mind. You couldn’t do anything but sink into his lips. When you moved away, you felt like you had to stay sorry for the sudden exchange as you didn’t think he even reacted.

“Oh my go- wait i’m sorry i just-”

He interrupted you, pressing his lips against yours. You were surprised, but returned his kiss almost right away. You both stayed like that for a few moments more before pulling away, gasping for air.

“wait you like me too?” You suddenly realised in disbelief. With everything that had happened today, it was amusing to see that you still couldn’t take the hint. Brian just nodded in response, trying not to laugh at your response.

“Of course, love.”

“And I like you too!” You said still putting the dots together. “What does this mean?” You asked not understanding what was happening.

“I mean we could go on a second date?” Bri suggested, chuckling at your startled state.

“Yes? I mean yes!” You said, feeling like you you were stuck in a haze. You weren’t entirely sure if the world was spinning or it was you.

Everything seemed like a dream

And it was only going to continue like that.

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