#{ johnathan }

the decayed & decrepit hyperfixation is ruining me

| fluff | Johnathan has a crush on reader

Johnathan sits in the dark room, his face drenched in the red light. He had just placed his recently taken pictures into the developing solution oh so delicately, waiting for that pretty face of yours to show up. This wasn't like the last time he took pictures of someone. This time, his 'model' had offered.

He knew you quite well. Shared some of his classes with you, saw you in the hallway, glancing at you whenever he saw you in public. He trusted you. surprisingly. You didn't care that he was quiet, or that he was... well, a freak.

He cherished you for that.

So, here he was, standing in front of the trays. After another second, he picked up on of the photographs, shaking it lightly to get all the drips off.

God, would he be embarrassed if he saw how that small, perverted-but-genuine smile came across his face. He couldn't help it! It was a picture that he took of someone he cared about, dare he admit it, someone he liked.

Maybe, just maybe, one day you would like him back.

Maybe one day he could take pictures of you everyday.

And who knows? Maybe even he'll get to hold you like he wished to every single day.

Silly thoughts get ahold of a man, don't they?

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can we please have some Johnathan glaze