Writing the fanfictions Good Omens, Gravity and his sequel Orbit has been a very different experience from my other Good Omens fanfictions (and from many of my Broadchurch fics too).
Until now, I’ve mostly written broken characters. Characters who suffer, who survive, or who slowly try to rebuild themselves.
But this little universe has a different colour.
It is softer. Brighter. For once, I found myself writing something more tender: a meeting that gently changes an entire life, the awkwardness of the beginning, the hesitation, the slow drawing closer, two people bound by fate.
And then the desire that begins to grow. The uncertainty. The doubts. That dizzying feeling of the beginning, when everything is still fragile, new, uncertain… but already impossible to ignore.
It was new for me to write something so luminous.
And in the end, it was surprisingly soft.
If you feel like discovering this little universe of softness, stars, hesitant beginnings and celestial metaphors, you can find it here:
i was crying in the back of the school office. it had been a really hard day, and this one kid was also there because he'd been made to leave class for misbehaving. he was the kind of guy who always seemed really tough, like he didn't give a shit about anyone. he wrote me some really sweet notes, like "you are worthy" "you've done nothing wrong". he invited me into his mine craft world and taught me how to play mine craft (I'd never played it before) for three hours until i stopped crying. he then got into MORE trouble with his teacher because he refused to leave until i was okay. i'd known this guy for 3 years and never really spoken to him. after, we never spoke again but he would smile at me every time he passed me in the corridors.
I've been thinking a lot about him lately. This was years ago now, but it meant so much to me. people are kind. people love you. even in the silence. people love you.
My GF and I have the same love language (physical touch). She's pretty short and whenever we cook together sometimes she'll get distracted and I'll feel her hands reach around my middle and hug me tight - her slightly soft belly fits perfectly against the curve of my back and I love hugs on the first place so its pretty great. I'm the cook and she's the baker, but I always end up polishing stuff off because she smol - I've gotten a tad softer myself because of it 😅
awww holy heck this is so cute!!! couples who cook together are the best kind of couples. and adsklsdjfsjk soft hugs! (god I miss hugs.) this is so lovely to hear, anon. thanks for sharing! you two sound like a great fit. sending you all the good vibes ✨
Summary: If you could, would you say yes to being a painter’s muse? On a day with much more time on your hands than usual, it was a striking sense of bewilderment as the photographer happened upon the painter on the hills. I wonder if you would say yes?
A/N: I know...I couldn’t stop the flow of my writing after posting chapter 5 today. SOO! Here you go <3
* Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader
* Word count: 937
* Genre: Fluff, Romance
* Warnings: None
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You two had been texting back and forth in lead up to the gallery’s opening. Jimin’s excited emojis always made you smile. From what he told you, Jimin was getting other paintings ready in time. Featuring his friends like Taehyung and others, including Namjoon. There were seven of them in total. You wondered how they all managed to get together despite all of their different careers.
You didn’t ask anyways, because to you, Jimin was the one you wanted to get close to. You both just clicked in a similar way. Similarly, like Taehyung with Jimin, you felt comfortable talking to Jimin about anything. Your other friends that you worked with in the photography business were amazing to talk with, thanks to your similar interests; yet to you, you really enjoyed watching Jimin paint. His delicate strokes, the way he would study the canvas closely, that his hands would always be covered in paints of so many different colours. You just loved every part of it.
The darkroom in your apartment was mostly full of candid shots of you and Jimin’s times together. He always jokes whenever you took a photo that you were building a shrine; if you were honest, it was sadly true. You had to take a lot of them down, Jimin always insisting to have the ones where he took some of you. Which was all the time, he loved snapping photos of you. Even if a lot of them came out blurry or at funny angles. Mostly pictures of you trying to paint, or the two of you walking around the city. You kept the first photo you took of him though, a treasured memory.
You two were becoming closer by the day, and Jimin kept asking for you to come over to his studio. By this time, the gallery was opened for about a week.
You packed your phone into your pocket, keys, and wallet. Locking the door to your apartment and jumping down the stairs instead of the elevator. You had asked Jimin if he could pick you up, and he had quickly replied to send your address over.
He stood outside with a wide smile and a small car that he rested up against.
“Jimin!” You called out happily. He waved and opened the door and you quickly as a mouse, jumped in. Shutting the door with a little more force than you had liked. Jimin only chuckled as he sat inside the driver’s side. Pulling your seatbelt over your lap and clicking in. You gave him the stink eye in response.
“I could’ve done it myself, Jimin,” You said huffing.
“True! But I wanted to be nice,” He replied shrugging. Then a huge smile spread across his face, “It’s the only timeeee!”
It was your turn to giggle in half-assed amusement. Rolling your eyes with a smirk. You loved him being silly though.
“So! My studio is…this way,” He started driving after setting in. Clicking his own seatbelt on, checking everything was okay. Only then did he start heading off. You kept glancing at him as he did, loving that he cared so much about safety.
The drive over was again filled with light conversation. But you were getting bolder, occasionally asking questions about his love life. You knew it was a little personal at times, but you really couldn’t help it.
Jimin always answered them truthfully, no awkward laughter either. Which you took as a good sign. Well, hoped it was. Because honestly, you had no idea what you were doing. Relationships never were your thing. Your love of photography, and having to do your part-time job never left room for anyone. But with Jimin, with Jimin you really wanted it.
You really wanted to see him smile along with you. Really wanted to watch him paint every day, to see him grow as a person. You wanted to get to know him. Loving him as much as you could.
“Jimin… I-” He stopped the car suddenly. Reaching across to open your door, and snapping both of your seat belts. Giddily rushing out of the car and dragging you out.
“Tell me later! I have to show you this first!” Jimin sputtered out in excitement. Rushing up into the apartment block. Smiling at you as you headed up the elevator and passing the other rooms too quickly for you to read the floor number. Nearly dropping his keys as he pushed open the front door after unlocking it. The number of his room, ‘613’.
It was…so open! Potted plants littered the space, aesthetically covered curtains lined every window, all shining light into the studio. An open door was to your left, and you assumed it was his bedroom. In front of you was the space where he painted, and to your right was the kitchen.
Woah! It’s so pretty! Twinkling lights were above you, he had put them up on wires crisscrossing the entire front area of the apartment. It was like looking at the night sky.
“It’s even prettier at night,” He said quietly. So softly, you thought.
Jimin turned to you. Dropping the keys into a bowl behind you. Bashfully grinning up cheekily.
“Actually, I asked you repeatedly because I wanted to talk to you. I-I mean! It wasn’t serious, I promise!” He stumbled over his words as he spoke, and you really wanted to hug him. It was so cute at the way he talked. He laughed nervously as he continued, “I uh…”
He blurted, “Go out with me?”
Your world stopped as soon as the words left his mouth…
