#because i've had these dots floating around for a long time now but absolutely no clue on what to do with them lmfao

[bigskydreaming]

wouriqueen

This was so fascinating to read, I love it, I'm always impressed with how detailed world building can get !! 🤯 I'm guessing you had to do a lot of research in order to determine how each waverider power works ?

'Had to do' wouldn't be quite accurate because tbh, a huge part of my brainstorming process when coming up with stories I want to write is basing them around things I'd like to learn more about in the process. Like, you know how I dropped out of college freshman year on account of my Traumatic Backstory and all that, but truthfully, even if that hadn't happened I don't know that I would've ever graduated college otherwise anyway. I've never excelled in traditional learning environments. Like, by most standards I did well in high school, but that was because my entire approach to learning was geared towards optimizing my test-taking and making sure I measured up to the standards of what I was SUPPOSED to know in order to get into 'a good college' or whatever, but there was only so far that same approach was going to take me in college. It was learning by technicalities, accumulating just ENOUGH knowledge and skills to meet the requirements of various curriculums. I wasn't really....learning how to CAPITALIZE on the knowledge I was picking up, or doing the best at figuring out how to put it into practice.

In contrast, long after I dropped out of college I realized that the only real way to get me to excel at learning was to get me hooked on the subject matter enough to like.....bait me into wanting to know as much about it as I could. Like I figured out that I had a BETTER grasp on the things I picked up when excited about a story concept I wanted to write and looking to learn as much as I could about the relevant subject matter in search of new angles or elements I could mine creatively.....than if I'd spent like, an entire year in a classroom being taught the same concepts.

My approach to story research has never been about technical knowledge, like, crossing my i's and dotting my t's to make sure the details of what I'm writing are accurate.....its always been more about like....the more I read about a subject, the better grasp I have on the in's and out's of it, the better I am at seeing or picking out where there's really interesting stuff that can be the basis of unexpected subplots or plot twists.

And so it eventually occurred to me that if I started picking out which story ideas I pursued not just because I thought the idea was interesting.....but because all the stuff that went along with the idea, the subject matter - scientific or historical or socio-political, etc - was stuff that now that I was thinking about it, I was interested IN, and wanted to know more about.....like.....in the process of researching that story and figuring out the best angles for developing it, I was likely to learn so much more about the related subject matter than I ever would by taking an actual class about the topic.

Basically, I call it weaponizing my tendency to hyperfixate in the pursuit of knowledge, lol.

conversationaltreestump

This was cool thank you! It did take me a couple read-throughs to not just picture all of these people riding on skateboards with their light and sound waves floating around them

Oh that was absolutely one hundred percent deliberate on my part, lol. Don't forget, you're talking to someone who unapologetically watched the fuck out of Fast & Furious: Spy Racers. This particular project has always been one I've pictured playing out in my head as an animated show like Arcane, and given the anti-gravity and solar technology a lot of this world is predicated around, hoverboards & hoverbikes abound. Racing is a bit of a global past-time on Talwei (the planet this is set on).

In fact, beyond the general hoverboard/bike tech, lots of different waveriders (most of whom are absolute adrenaline junkies as a general rule of thumb) have specialized kinds of racing they partake in.

For instance, the original settlers seeded a lot of the atmosphere with floating crystalline deserts, like salt flats made of quartz, because solar energy is a huge source of the planet's energy supply and these crystal flats are tapped as wide-scale solar farms. And a lot of brightriders use solar-powered skiffs in (mostly illegal, lol) races across these crystalline deserts. With their control of light wavelengths, they can directly influence the way their sailing skiffs are powered by the surplus of energy available in those environments AND they can kinda sabotage their competitors at the same time, by manipulating how the lightwaves interact with and empower their own crafts.

(Waverider abilities are just as much about the ABSENCE of the energies particular to each 'rider type as they are the energies themselves. Torchriders can 'generate' and manipulate cold just as readily as they do heat, just by removing or redirecting the heat away from various places. Painting with negative space, as it were. Echoriders can do the same things with silence in the absence of sound. Brightriders, despite their names, use darkness as much as they do light. There's a technique commonly referred to as a 'shadow soak' where brightriders drench their surroundings in darkness.....but most waveriders don't even have to think about the fact that they know they're not actually generating darkness or soaking an environment in it, they're REMOVING brightness, concentrating the ambient light in locations just on the other side of their shadow soak/cloak. So in my head, the brightrider races across crystal flats are actually a really sharp, randomized contrasting of bursts of illumination and swaths of darkness as various racers try to give themselves light-boosts while draping shadows across the other skiffs to slow them down).

And then there's torchriders.....Talwei doesn't have any natural landmasses, which means no natural oceans either.....there's plenty of atmospheric layers with clouds that have precipitation that can be harvested, and the artificial landmasses the settlers created to float in their anti-gravity wells and build their cities on have artificial lakes and rivers....but the vast majority of water Talwei uses comes from the ice rings around the planet (like Saturn's). There are cities built onto the ice rings and with their own artificial atmosphere - not everyone wanted to live on floating cities within the gas giant itself - and the inhabitants of the rings mine the ice and send it down the planet's gravity well as their primary source of trade with those who live w/in the gas giant.

They also use heat to melt the ice into lakes and rivers for their own cities, so the ice rings include thousand mile long stretches of ice and rock and artificial thermal geysers aimed at melting the ice and generating rivers in various intervals.....so torchriders have their own version of racing along the ice rings that's more like....paragliding with caped bodysuits to protect them from the temperature extremes as they use their abilities to manipulate thermal updrafts to soar and bank or douse others' glide currents to leave them in their wake. Which uh....the dramatic interactions of hot and cold fronts by inexperienced torchriders in races has been known to accidentally create a kind of tornado alley that the racers have to navigate so torchrider ice ring races can be VERY dangerous, and are definitely not dull.

But because these are a people who believe firmly in one upmanship, other waveriders delight in even more dangerous past times. Ironriders wear pressurized bodysuits with metallic lining that they can demagnetize and remagnetize at will, using the same polarization technology sky-ships utilize.....and they basically....bodysurf directly through the electromagnetic currents that extend throughout the planet's atmosphere. While skyriders dive off the top (and bottom) of floating cities in their anti-gravity wells and use their own abilities to essentially let them toggle between freefalling and bungee-jumping up and down through the wells. Shockriders use their abilities to race along electromagnetic tracks akin to the ones bullet trains use.

Etc, etc.

The waveriders of Talwei have always had a soft spot among my original creations for being among the most batshit people (collectively speaking) I have ever come up with.

#kalen writes things sometimes #waveriders: firmament universe

[gvf-imagines]

Part 1

(Josh/Danny/Jake/Sam x reader)

Warnings: alcohol use, self harm scars

word count:  3252

Thanks to @callmekane for beta reading this fic!

A/N: I’m excited about what this story will bring! This is going to be a very smut filled fan fiction series where the reader has a very sexual and open relationship with all of the boys! I know some people won’t like it I’m sure but all criticism is welcome! Please leave comments and let me know what you think and of course if you have an idea for the story I’m totally open to hearing your thoughts! I hope you enjoy it my friends ❣️

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You smiled as you ran off stage, the fans were still screaming and kept screaming until the next band took the stage. The air was electric, so many people, all here to enjoy the great communicator that is music. You closed your eyes to take it all in, to just listen and feel. You couldn't believe you were here, playing in front of this many people. This year you shared the stage with another up and coming band by the name of Greta Van Fleet. You hadn't heard of them before recently and they were actually really good. They had so much soul and passion in their music, it was true, raw talent. 

You watched from the side stage as they played their eclectic set. The singer, Josh, really got the crowd going. He had so much energy and was really fun to watch. His voice was incredible, unbelievable even. He had this raspy, elegant twang in his voice, that truly matched perfectly with the music his band was producing. The drummer, Danny (if you remembered correctly), had such a powerful and classic Drumming style. It was full of life and emotion , just like you, he put his all into his performance. He was focused and truly the heart of the music. There was a guitarist and a Bassist, unlike your band which only consisted of you and your best friend. You, the drummer and your friend the singer and guitarist. The bassist, Sam,  had a very cool way about him, his body moved with the music in a way that seemed beyond his control. The guitarist, Jake , was stunning, his hands danced along his guitar so expertly, you could tell he truly enjoyed his time with his instrument. 

When they finished their set, the crowd erupted in a wave of applause and cheers, like bright yellow and orange fireworks booming through the air, you watched with your minds eye, in awe as they exploded and cracked in the sky. The Boys bowed and waved before walking off stage panting and sweating.

“Nice job!, excellent show” you comment smiling. Danny returned the smile with a grateful nod. 

“Aw thank you, I'm sorry I don't think we had a chance to meet before the show, I’m Dan-” he began.

“You're Danny, Sam , Jake , and Josh” you said, pointing to each of them and smiling. They all returned the smile, there was positive energy just radiating from them, you could feel it like a blanket of warmth resting over you. 

“My name is (y/n), it's so nice to meet you guys!” you chime happily. The lead singer, Josh smiles at and you think you catch a small wink as well, making your heart skip a beat. Perhaps you were seeing things. God he's handsome, his sparkling brown eyes, he had more structure in his jawline than you had in your entire life His chestnut hair was gorgeous and curly, his whole look just attracted you to no end. 

Fuck. 

“Hey your performance was super amazing too, your voice is absolutely incredible” Sam complimented, his voice popped all the bubbly thoughts of josh that foamed in your head. Thank goodness. “Yeah! You did an excellent job (y/n). Its one thing to be a good singer when you have three other band members to help you sound good, but you were out there all alone, just your voice and you still blew that crowd away” Danny added. You were blushing for sure now. 

“Yeah your voice is crazy good, we're honored to play alongside you” Jake chimed. 

“Oh wow you guys are gonna make me cry” you chuckle “thank you so much, that means a lot coming from someone with your talent” you reply. Sam waves his hand incredulously as if you were hyping them up and making them out to be better than they really were.. You weren't. They are  awe inspiring musicians.

“Water?” a stagehand offered walking over with a cooler. 

“Oh thank fucking Christ” Josh rendered making a bee line for the cooler. You chuckled, and now that you thought of it your throat was extremely dry from singing as well. Jake nicely offered you the bottle he grabbed with a smile. A true gentleman. 

“Thank you!” you offer as you grab the bottle from him. You practically ripped the cap off and chugged the whole bottle. It was delicious and cold and ran over your tongue and down your throat with a refreshingly cold bite. 

The five of you stand there and re hydrate for a minute before Sam speaks “we should go grab a drink!” he suggests with a slight raise of his perfect eyebrows. The guys look at you in waiting. 

“You wanna join us?” Josh asks, flashing a pearly white smile. You look around at them for a mere second before responding. 

“Sure! Yeah that sounds fun” 

“Right on, I think I saw a bar down the street we can go to” Jake claims as you all head to the doors behind the dressing rooms. 

Rain began to expel from the dark clouds above you as you all headed down the road. Cold air kisses your skin causing you to shiver slightly, you only had on black leather pants and a pink floral pattern blouse that you tied up a bit to expose part of your stomach. It was late, must have been almost midnight by now, the air was heavy with moisture and you could smell the rain soaked cement under your feet. 

“Are you cold?” Josh questions as he walks beside you, he startled you a bit. You smiled and looked at your arms, they were dotted with goosebumps. 

“Yeah kinda” you reply sheepishly. Josh instantly takes off the jean jacket he was wearing and handed it to you. Jake and the others were a few feet behind the two of you carrying on a conversation about the show. You reached out and accepted the jacket, Josh's gaze nonchalantly floated down your arm, his face fell when he noticed the deep scars that peppered across your skin near your wrists. You notice him looking at them before he brings his gaze back up to meet yours. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you quickly put the jacket on. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn't mean to stare” he says softly, looking down at the wet street. You knew by the tone in his voice he wasn't judging you. His look was filled with concern, not judgement.

“It's alright, people stare all the time” you responded 

“It doesn't bother me so much anymore, i'm used to it.” you added. Josh nods, a sad look still lingers on his gentle face. His jacket was warm, his scent filled your nose, it was comfortable and soothing, much like the rain that fell from the sky. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, you could tell he was thinking about something, he had that  thousand yard stare stuck in his eyes. You hadn't known Josh for long but it's not hard to tell when someone is enthralled in thought.

“How long have you been singing?” you ask, trying to pull him from whatever trance he was in. 

“A long time, most of my life really” he answers with a smile. Talking about his music clearly made him happy. He in turn asked you the same question. You laugh before responding. 

“Honestly I've only been singing for a few years….drumming is my real talent and I've been doing that for most of my life, coming up on 18 years” you explain. Josh’s expression shifted from a smile to a look of surprise.

“Wow that’s awesome , are you self taught?” he asks again. You nodded “my dad taught me a few things here and there more when I first started out but, mostly I've taught myself” you said. Josh chuckled with a nod.

“That is really cool” he replied, you could tell by the tone and instance of his voice that he was genuinely impressed. 

“Oo careful on the compliments you've never heard me play before, just because I've been playing for a long time doesn't mean i’m any good” you joke, Josh laughs, shakes his head and nudges your shoulder. 

“Well have to get you behind Danny's kit some time” he implores. Hearing him say that made you happy, it meant he wanted to see you again. 

“You guys did really good tonight, I cant believe I've never heard of you guys before really. It wasn't until my manager told me who I'd be playing with at the festival that I started looking into you guys.” you admit. 

“Thanks you did an excellent job too, i really loved that first song you sang, ‘salt is my sugar’ I really resonated with that one, truly felt it, there's a lot of emotion in your lyrics.

“This is it,” Sam announces opening the front door and holding it for everyone to walk in. the smell of smoke and dark liquor hang heavy in the air. An ACDC song played over the speakers. It wasn't very busy, there was an older man sitting at the bar, a couple younger people playing pool and a few others scattered in booths. It was a total dive bar, a hole in the wall, which was just your style. You all sat at the bar on squeaky worn out bar stools. 

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, perching himself up with his arms rested on the bar as a washrag sat, oh so typically, on his shoulder as he awaited your response. Jake looked at Josh with a raised brow giving him that ‘get a load of this guy’ look. 

“I'll have a beer,” Danny ordered. 

“Me as well please” Jake adds.

“Southern comfort and seven up for me please” you order next. 

“Hmm I'll have a long island iced tea” Sam says. You look at him holding back a chuckle Huh didn't take him for a long island iced tea kinda guy but to each their own. The bartender looked to josh. 

“Salty dog please” he requests.

“Put your IDs on the counter” the bartender instructs as he turns around to collect everyone's drinks. The five of you did as you were told and laid out your IDs. 

“So where are you guys headed now that the festival is over?” you asked playing with a stained, old coaster that sat in front of you. 

“We’re going back to Michigan for some well deserved time off” Josh responds. 

“For a little while anyways” he adds with a smile. 

“Hey I live in silver city!” you reply happily , silver city was a small town in Michigan closer to the upper peninsula. 

“Small world” you added. What are the chances the two of you lived within a few hours of each other and never met until the both of you played a festival in Los Angeles. 

You turn your attention to the combination of alcoholic drinks that the bartender set in front of you. Everyone reached for theirs offering quick cheers before taking a drink. The carbonation of the seven up burned against your throat before the alcohol sent the warming sensation through your chest and stomach. 

“Ah yum” you said, wincing from the sharpness of the alcohol. Jake laughed as he watched you.

“Not very convincing,” Sam says smiling. You laugh and take another drink. You watch Josh stir his drink lightly with the small straw it came with, he notices you looking. 

“Ever had a salty dog before?” he asks, hoping you say no. 

You simply shake your head in reply. He slides his drink closer to you. 

“We can share if you want, it's really good?” he offers. You look at the pink drink in front of you. 

“What's in it?” you ask. 

“It's just gin and grapefruit juice with a little salt around the rim,” he says. 

“Oh god that sounds horrible” you laugh.

“It's actually not that bad” Danny pipes up with a shrug.

“He made me try it a few weeks ago,” he adds. 

“Alright I'll take your word for it” you smile at Danny. You look back down at the drink. 

“I promise I didn't spike it” Josh chimes.  You laugh loudly, why would he even say that? 

“That's exactly what someone who spiked my drink would say” 

“But I guess I trust you guys” you add before taking a healthy sip of the beverage. 

“Hmm that's not bad!” conclude, it was much sweeter than you thought it would be, it kind of reminded you of orange juice and vodka. Josh nods with an I told you so sort of look on his face. 

“Here, try mine,” Sam says next, handing you his glass. 

“Alright you try mine too” you reply with a smile. Sam's slender fingers brush against yours as he grabs the drink from you , your eyes look to his and he winks. 

Oh god, I can't be attracted to two of them. Honestly, who were you kidding? You were insanely attracted to all of them, how were they ALL so cute and gorgeous? Not fair to the rest of man-kind. 

“Wow this one is super good!” you remark going in for another drink of the long island iced tea. 

“Yeah can you believe there's like 8 different alcohols in there? No tea at all” he laughs, you laughed with him. His laugh was sweet and light, like orange sparkling shards of glass dancing through the air. The five of you began talking about life and learning a lot about each other, ordering more drinks along the way. You could tell the mix of drinks was beginning to take effect on you, you felt warm and relaxed. You were standing next to Danny now, he towered over you, this man was truly a beast.the smell of his cologne wrapped around you. It was oaky and mossy with a hint of citrus, you couldn't help but feel an electrifying pull of attraction to him.

For fucks sake, you curse yourself.  

A few games of pool (which, it turns out Jake is like a God at pool) later you all found yourselves back at the bar carrying on more conversation, albeit more slurred now. It was much easier to open up to people when alcohol was involved. You rolled the sleeves of josh's jacked up, exposing your arms as the alcohol was making you extremely warm.

“What happened to you?” the bartender asks loudly. You and the guys all look at him with hints of confusion. 

“I got the worst concoction of my parents DNA possible” you joke , the boys laugh. Jake nudges your shoulder. 

“Shut up you're gorgeous” he says softly. You give him a quick smile. 

“No. Your arm. What happened to your arm.” the bartender says again, nodding to your scars. You hated when people asked that question, like they didn't know why you had those scars on your wrists. Very few things leave scars like that on skin. You looked around at the guys, josh looked pissed and the others looked saddened as this was the first time they had seen your scars, and they knew damn well what it was from, they weren’t as stupid as this bartender. The air of the bar had shifted, the mood went from fun loving to hostile very quickly. Fuck this guy.

“I got in a fight with a weed wacker” you retort sarcastically. The man rolls his eyes.

“What happened? Did your little boyfriend break up with you? Flunk a class? Your puppy ran away?” he was mocking you. You said nothing in return.

“You're just another one of those emotionally confused little girls, no reason to hate her life.” he continues. For some reason he was trying to upset you , and you had no idea why, you'd been nothing but pleasant to the man since the moment you entered the bar.

“First of all i'm not a girl, I'm a woman. Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning man? You're mad because you got all D’s in high school and now you're stuck serving losers like us in this shit hole, pretentious, sorry excuse of a bar? Go fuck yourself. I don’t hate my life.” you answer , anger pooling in your throat. 

“Hey man. Lay off.” Danny says with a look of warning. 

“Of course you don't hate your life” the man says ignoring Danny completely. 

“You just do it for attention, think if you slice yourself up maybe someone will feel bad for you huh? I've seen your kind before girl.” he speaks again. OK now this idiot was pissing you off. You never did it for attention, attention was the last thing you wanted, especially when it came to your scars, you wished you could erase them.

“Look, I've got three things to say to you,” you reply with an irritated sigh. You stood up from your stool and stepped closer to the man. 

“One” you say, holding up your pointer finger giving the illusion that you were going to list reasons of argument to him. Instead you ball your hand into a fist and punch the guy right in his fucking jaw with all your drunken might. To your surprise (and no doubt everyone else's) the bartender fell to the floor, you knocked him out.. Everyone was wide eyed and silent 

“Lets get outta here” Josh says, breaking the glistening silence in the bar, noticing everyone looking at the five of you. Jake grabbed a bottle of Jack before all of you ran out of the door. None of you could suppress your laughs as you took off down the street. Out of breath you all keeled over in a field of grass a few feet from the tour buses in a fit of laughter. You sat down on the wet grass and looked up at the clouds. Danny sat on your left and Sammy was on your right, Josh and Jake sat in front of you and you all formed a small little circle. 

“That felt good” you say softly, referring to punching that shit head of a bartender. Sam laughed.

“Yeah that was awesome, I can't believe you knocked him out” Jake chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. The air went silent again as you all sat with your own thoughts. Your face slowly lost emotion as thoughts of what the man said swirled around your mind. You tried not to let what people said to you about your scars get to you too much but it was hard sometimes. Danny noticed your expression and you felt his hand draw soft circles on your back.

“That guy was an idiot. He was just being an asshole” Josh said softly, you nodded, knowing he was right. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe you were just really that sad but a tear fell down your face and your voice cracked as you spoke. 

“I just feel so alone sometimes” you wiped the tears away as quickly as they fell. You could feel all of them watching you with sympathetic eyes.

“Everyone's got their vice (y/n)” Danny said quietly, his hand still grazing your back. 

Josh rolls his shirt sleeve up and reveals dozens of little horizontal scars covering his shoulder. He grabs your hand and you look up at him to meet his gaze. He stroked your hand with his thumb and gave you a comforting, gentle look. 

“You're not alone”

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #gretavanfleet #sam kiskza #gvf imagine #gvf fanfic #smut #josh kiszka smut #danny wagner smut #jake kiszka smut #sam kiszka smut #imagine

[onlydogscanhearme]

I've got a short fic ask for you! 😄 Did you know that Roger and Brian watched the moon landing together?? Would it be cute if you wrote a little something about them in their apartment getting ready to watch it and Bri just being all absorbed into it, or something like that? Because it's so cute how Bri can be a space nerd.

Thank you so much for this! I loved writing it - I hope you enjoy reading it too. (I had to do some research as I wasn’t actually around for the moon landing, so who knows how accurate this is)

Brian was sat on the sofa, eyes glued to the television as he leant forward with his elbows resting on his knees. Roger padded into the living room as quietly as he could, hands balancing two cups of tea and a plate of cheese sandwiches.

They’d been watching the coverage of the moon landing for a few hours - well, they’d actually been watching it for a few days. Brian had been obsessed with the entire thing from the day it had first been spoken about and now that the time had finally come, he had been bouncing around like a little puppy, not sitting still for a whole minute in his excitement.

Except for now. Now, he was sat ramrod still with his attention firmly on the television in front of him, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

“Hey.” Roger placed the plate down onto the coffee table and lifted one of the mugs in front of Brian’s face, shaking it slightly to grab his partner’s attention. “It’s hot.”

Brian didn’t shift his gaze as he held out his hands blindly. Shaking his head fondly, Roger slotted the mug into Brian’s grip.

“What did I miss?”

“Michael Charlton is in Houston.” Brian blew over the rim of his cup and took a sip. “They’re relaying the signal from Australia and–”

“Okay.” Roger yawned widely as he settled further back into the cushions and tucked his legs up beneath his body. “It’s far too late for technical talk, baby.”

“It’s just so amazing, sweetheart. We’re about to be on the moon; the moon, Rog!”Brian finally turned and gave Roger one of his patented smiles, his lovely ones that lit up the entire room. He looked so happy with everything that Roger forgot how tired he was. It didn’t matter that it was nearly 2am or that he was definitely sick of being cooped up in their poxy living room watching the black and white pictures of a news-reporter sitting behind a boring desk.

“I know, Bri. It’s awesome.” Roger yawned again and felt his eyes slipping shut, letting his fingers go slack when Brian took the cup from his hands. It was so easy to slip off to sleep with the sounds of the tele in the background and Brian’s body so close to him, so warm and solid.

   “Rog! Rog, wake up!”

Roger jolted when a warm hand shook his shoulder.

“There’s only 1000 feet to go! Rog, it’s happening.”

“What time is it?”

“About 3.30. They’re so close, baby. They’re so, so close.”

Roger rubbed a hand over his eyes and pushed himself up, cuddling into Brian’s side as he focused his gaze onto the TV set. Brian lifted his arm and threw it around Roger’s shoulders, squeezing him excitedly as he turned his attention back to the tele to watch the countdown.

Even Roger felt his heart begin to race as he watched the grainy images of the spaceship hurtling through the sky. He wasn’t as in to the space stuff as Brian was, the huge geek, but there was something palpable and almost infectious in the air. It was pretty damn exciting. Ground-breaking, even, and it was happening right now. They were watching history being made and Roger’s blood began to sing as he felt Brian practically vibrating beside him.

“This is it,” Brian murmured, “they’re actually about to land on the moon. The bloody moon.”

“I know, baby.”

Roger turned his head and pressed a kiss to the underside of Brian’s jaw before he looked back to the television. It was incredible, to be there and watching such a scientific feat, especially enjoying it under the arm of the man he loved.

“500 feet, Rog.”

Roger was still exhausted and honestly longing for his bed, but seeing Brian so visibly happy was worth it all and more. He reached out and took Brian’s other hand, wincing a little at the tight grip crushing his bones.

“This is it,” Brian breathed out. “It’s happening.”

It was. History being made right in front of their eyes.

“It makes you think, doesn’t it?”

Roger made an inquisitive noise and Brian cleared his throat before he continued.

“Well, we’re all so small, aren’t we? In the grand scheme of things, we’re just tiny dots on a larger dot in a universe made up of average size dots. And we don’t even know what else is out there. Who knows what they’ll find in the future? Who knows what else there is? We’re just floating around, thinking we own the solar system when actually…” he trailed off and shook his head softly. “It’s amazing.”

Roger leant closer and rested his cheek against Brian’s shoulder, his thumb making soothing circles against Brian’s hand.

“We’re here, Bri. You and I might be tiny dots, but we’re pretty amazing ones. Right?”

Brian pressed a kiss to Roger’s head, his smile clear when he spoke. “Absolutely. Oh God, baby. Here they go!”

#my writing #maylor #anon prompt #brian may #roger taylor #roger taylor x brian may #roger taylor imagine #brian may imagine #moon landing #maylor fic #maylor fic rec