Under The Stars (Brian May x Reader)
Blurb Requested by @sleepydeaks (I accidentally deleted the inbox!)
A/N: This isn’t that specific blurb I had mentioned wanting to crank out the other day, but this idea sparked in my head and figured I’d write it quickly before a busy night. More written works to come soon, guys, hang tight!
Kiss Prompt 67: One pauses the kiss to whisper, “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-”, only to be answered with more kissing…
***I figured I’d blend this with a Brian May request that’s been sitting in my ask box (from this list) for a bit: Drabble Prompt 17: “She sure is smiling tonight”
You had liked Brian for awhile now. Too long, it felt, for him to not pick up on your hints by now, but that was the case. He was utterly and completely oblivious to every single one of them you dropped. You quit being coy about an hour ago, when an exhausting study session in the same library as him fueled your nerves. You decided you would bask in your fed up glory and ask him out, since he hadn’t gotten the memo to, himself.
“-and I like you Brian May. I really wanna sit down for a stupid picnic and cloud watch with you or some shit, so- take me out already?” You tossed your toothbrush in its holder. “Yeah, academy award performance, Y/N.” You shook your head pathetically at your reflection, reciting your plea you basically spat at him earlier.
After a few blinks up from his textbook you realized you had woken him from a nap, chin spiking up from his forearms as soon as your first note hit the air.
Pulling on some tall leather boots, you smiled as you chose to focus on the part of the conversation where he cracked a shy smile and instructed you to meet him at seven o’clock sharp outside this building.
“But all the clouds will be gone, by then?”
He turned on his foot to look at you over his shoulder.
“Yes,” Was all he said, and after a moment of initial confusion, your lips scrunched into an overbearing smile as he strode out of the library, left rocking on your heels in giddy pride.
“Why this field?” You asked, looking around and towering over him as he rippled the blanket over the grass.
“Widest view of the sky.” He said simply. “Makes it the best.”
He flattened out the creases and patted a spot as an invitation to sit down.
“And worthy of you.” He added softly at the tilt of his head, earning a flattered look from you while butterflies fluttered about in your stomach.
After clusters of enough small talk, you had somehow enticed him to be on his side, absolutely silent now as his glistening eyes searched yours, mirroring the grin you could feel covering your cheeks.
“You know you practically have stars for eyes, Y/N Y/L/N?”
You hummed a laugh and bit your lip, continuing to ogle his features as his smile grew. A new thought crept into his head; it was evident in the way his smile softened and his features shifted before he promptly leaned in, and then his lips were on yours.
It somehow surprised you, regardless, but it felt like the quintessential kiss you’d been waiting for these past few months.
He hummed a sound as if to say wait as he pulled away. He panted lightly as you sucked your lip into your mouth, confusion and worry wracking your nerves.
“I’m sorry-” He stammered, his brows furrowed, mouth agape as he processed his sudden antics with scattered shakes of his head.
Your expression softened at that, already knowing what he was about to say.
You were right, and you denied him the chance to finish by yanking his collar towards you to crash against his lips again, but your actions answered it, nonetheless.
A moment went by, and when you trusted you had convinced him, you let your words cement the reassurance into his mind. Still gripping onto his shirt, you looked back and forth between his eyes.
“I’ve never felt more sure of anything in my life…”
And with that, his cheeks rose, crinkling his eyes and pushing his smile from ear to ear as he responded with a relieved kiss; a relief that you felt the same about him as he did you all of these months he’s been trying to make you notice him. That response seemed to be the theme of the night.
After a moment of ensuring each other knew just how badly you’d wanted this, Brian pulled away again, this time for a breather. You brought your fingertips to his cheekbones, gently tracing the sharp planes of his face accentuated in the moonlight shadowplay as he hovered over you. You watched his smile grow fondly and he simply kissed the tip of your nose before rolling over onto the blanket beside you.
The crescent moon above gleamed humbly, no longer blocked by his mesmerizing curls, drawing his attention immediately.
“She sure is smiling tonight.” He commended, folding his hands beneath his head as he stared on.
You turned your head to look at him. It seemed as though it was impossible to look at Brian May, entirely hypnotized in his own element admiring the glowing orbs far above him, and not feel compelled to smile.
“Yeah,” You confirmed, feeling your cheeks rise.
His eyes still twinkled with wonder, mouth agape in awe, distracted by a pool of drifting constellations.
