Whizzvin Oneshots

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  Whizzer frowned as he looked at the blank canvas. He had to have five pieces finished by next month. Luckily, he was in his last painting. Unluckily, he had art block. He sighed, looking around his studio for inspiration, but found none. Whizzer glanced at at the canvas once more, hoping some sort of idea would come to him, but he drew a blank. Eventually, he decided to grab his sketchbook and draw whatever is outside to (hopefully) get an idea.

  It had been three hours since Whizzer had initially set out to get inspiration. All he had now was a handful of stray cat and plant drawings along with his last few shreds of dignity as an artist. He stared at his sketchbook blankly for a few seconds, knitting his eyebrows together in frustration. The deadline for his paintings was next month, only three weeks away, and Whizzer was stressing out. Tears pricked at the back of his eyes, the nerves eating away at him. He breathed in shakily, looking down to hide the fact that he was about to cry. The young artist stumbled back, sitting down gently on the bench behind him. His hands were shaking now, no use trying to draw with them. So, he set his sketchbook down and buried his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his thighs. The sketchbook was still flipped to the cat drawing page, as he carelessly tossed it ok the bench. Whizzer was so exhausted from worrying that he fell asleep right then and there.

  "Excuse me," a voice interrupted Whizzer's resting session, "You've been there for a while, and the park closes soon, so you might want to get up."

  Whizzer looked up, only to see a very handsome man staring down at him. The handsome stranger offered Whizzer a gentle smile and his hand to help him up. Whizzer's face lit up, he found the inspiration that he had been after the whole day. Now all he needed to do was phrase it right so he didn't sound creepy and scare the other man away.

  "Do you long if I draw you?" Whizzer blurted out, his mouth moving faster than his brain. The stranger looked a little taken aback and Whizzer mentally cursed himself. "Uh.. I mean, I'm an artist and I've been looking for some inspiration for my gallery and my deadline is in three weeks and-"

  The attractive stranger cut Whizzer's rambling off with a quiet chuckle and "Sure."

  "I- uh- What?" he wasn't expecting an answer like that, especially not that quickly.

  "Yeah, sure. You could use me as a muse, or model, or whatever you might call it," he shook his head in confusion as he tried to come up with the right word. "Anyway, do you want my number or something? I'm Marvin by the way."

  "I'm Whizzer, and yeah, I'd like your number."Whizzer grinned at Marvin.

  "Alright."

  They exchanged comtact information and set off in their separate ways.

  Whizzer went back to his studio, newly inspired, and began sketching some ideas out for when he and Marvin met up. He got a couple different ideas down before finally deciding on one. Once he was satisfied with the thumbnail and he picked out the colors, he began the short journey to his house.

  Whizzer was about halfway home when he received a text from the handsome stranger- who he now knew as Marvin- who was making sure he got the right number, Whizzer replied confirming that he had and stuffed his phone back in his pocket, continuing his journey home. He got another text from Marvin asking when and where they could meet up. They worked out the time and place- noon tomorrow at a nearby coffeehouse (Whizzer knew the owner). Both men bid their goodbyes and Whizzer continued on his way home.

  Once he reached his door, which took a lot longer than it usually did, he fumbled with his keys for a while before he finally managed to get his door open. He slipped inside, sighing contentedly as he collapsed onto his couch, he could hardly wait for noon tomorrow.

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