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||Behind The Lens||
summary: ever since jake was a kid, he captured pictures of anything and everything he found pretty until one day his camera roll was owned by you.
warnings: maybe tooth rotting fluff?
also,, happy birthday to the loml @ddeonuism ilu
the first time jake held a camera in his hand was at the tender age of five; a disposable plastic camera his parents got him from a souvenir shop when they were on some holiday. not even an hour later, the tiny camera was filled with random pictures taken by the very eager boy. from blurred shots of whatever the hell he was aiming the camera at, to pictures of mundane objects like the road or the tires of a bicycle, and even unflattering photos of his parents and brother. when asked why he took photos of such things, his eyes twinkled and with a toothy grin, hand still gripping on to the low quality camera... "because i find them pretty"
as years passed by and the boy grew, so did his love and passion for photography. it was truly a wonder how he found beauty in the most plain objects, things that people wouldn't glance twice at. the more he improved, the more he seemed he brought those objects to life. capturing moments that pass by in a blur and making them immortal; he loved that. his phone's and cameras' storage would quickly fill and yet he never stopped. his room, filled with polaroids of his family, his friends, special moments in his life and anything and everything he could set his eyes on. the skies, the flowers and even a still documentation of a stray kitten's journey of growth through the months. everything he kept close to him. anyone who would be accompanying would find it both endearing and annoying when he'd stop after a few steps to take pictures. when asked why he took photos of everything, his eyes twinkled and with a sheepish smile, hand holding on to his phone or camera... "because i find them pretty"
timeskip to a few more years and the awkward teenager now an awkward yet an endearing young man, struck by cupid's arrow. he didn't see it coming and he didn't complain. he found himself one day comparing u to the moon. the same moon he would spend nights staring at in awe, the same moon whose countless pictures adorned his walls, stored in albums and folders. as much as he loved the soft gleam of the moon, it was nothing compared to the soft glow u emitted. the glow he was sure only he could see, as if u were an angel sent from the heavens above just for him, to be his muse. the muse that could put aphrodite and adonis to shame. he was that mesmerized, enamored, infatuated. and suddenly all his inspirations were u. he'd tell u to look at the camera and he would capture ur smile. all for him. ur pictures were his. he wanted u to be his. slowly but surely, the pages in his albums started to be filled with u. his friends would find it amusing and yet adorable how u had no idea the boy who was now ur personal photographer had given his heart and soul to u. how he was completely devoted to u. they knew why he loved taking ur pictures, candid or not and yet when they asked why he took photos of you, his eyes twinkled and with the most wistful smile, hand holding on to the camera... "because i find them pretty"
a few months go by and jake can't believe his luck. he feels like he's on cloud nine, a palace high up in the sky. anyone who would glance at him would think he's high and if u would ask him, he'd let out a giggle and throw a shy smile saying he was high on u. not even the playful smack u send his way would affect him. how can he feel anything else but bliss right now, when he had u by his side. sitting on a thick blanket up on the roof, snuggled under a couple of blankets while the sky was velveted with the night sky and the moon, he'd jokingly called his ex lover before u took its place. ur chin resting on his shoulder and he couldn't help but think how the two of u fit together like puzzle pieces. ever the hopeless romantic, he'd often say how u two were meant to be, something you'd secretly agree with. him showing u the pictures in his laptop. pictures from years ago, from months ago and weeks ago. u noticed how it all started with low quality pictures of random things and people... then better quality pictures of random things and people. one of the things u loved about jake was how he'd capture things and moments he found beautiful, things and moments that he wants to stay with him forever which is why when all the pictures appearing before ur eyes are of u, u look over at him with wonderment. and when asked why almost all the photos he took now were of you, his eyes twinkled brighter than the stars blinking down on u both, and with the most loving smile, hand holding urs... "because i find u pretty"