✨ One-Shots and Imagines ✨ [ CLOSED ]

Matthew Bellamy

LOVE! Love this man! Love his band, love his girlfriend, love his son, LOVE!

He is the lead singer of my favourite band Muse! (I would of done one sooner but... mhuh)

Enjoy!

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You enjoyed the changing of the seasons over anything in life, especially fall turning over into winter. So you always sat on the exact same bench alone at the same park in your hometown every time autumn welcomed the cold wind and falling snow. This time, though, your plans had changed.

Instead of enjoying the multi coloured leaves landing around you on the yellowing grass by yourself you were presented with a man already settled in your spot on your observing bench. Not feeling threatened by his presence you took a spot beside him on the wooden seat with your coffee and book in hand.

He just stared ahead at the thawing lake a couple of feet away and had a small, warming smile on his thin lips. You looked up from the book set in front of your face after sitting there for close to thirty minutes and found him now looking at you. A blush formed across your cheeks as you felt the heat rise to your face, a smile appearing on your lips.

"It's beautiful," the man said as you stretched your neck out of the scarf. "The purple leafs mixing with the red and yellow ones to create a palette that can only be found during this time of year. The time between fall and winter. You know, autumn is my favourite season."

"Mine is too," you responded, causing him to smile largely at you. The blush deepened on your cheeks as the faint red now turned to a dark crimson. "Perhaps what I like most about it is the feeling in the air. It's almost like an uncertain one. The clouds above don't know whether or not to pour rain or cast a soft layer of snow. It's a nice sight to see the white flakes falling from the grey sky."

The man hummed softly in agreement as he looked away from you at the trees lining the empty pathway. Most of the branches were bare but a few still had some leaves clinging to them, a vibrant yellow colour to them. You stared too as you felt a sensation of cold coming over you, seeing a white speck floating onto the tip of your nose. It was snowing.

"I'm Matthew," the man greeted as the both of you looked to each other and smiled. The snow fell lightly onto his brown hair as he stared at the flakes landing on your shoulders. "It's beautiful isn't?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it is."