So @thegamingonion said I didn’t have to credit them but I think it’s their post that inspried me to write this so fuck that :)
This is a short first chapter of a fic that could have a second chapter. I’m not sure yet if ‘m going to post it though so let me know if you want me to continue this or not :D
Quick disclaimer: I have no real idea what hipsters in countries other than germany are like so I’m basing this on my personal experiences over the years BUT I considered myself a badass punk when I was a teenager so the description of Delirious is pretty much me (or how I liked to see myself) when I was younger ;)
I hope you like it :)
pub was warm and reeked of booze and sweat and the music was loud and consisted
of only three chords. Jonathan loved it here; it was his favourite place to
spend the night.
“This is so awesome. I swear this place is so underground, it’s great.”
“Yeah, the vibes here are amazing, dude.”
Correction: It had been his favourite place, until a few weeks ago some blogger
had discovered the shabby bar and decided that it was THE new In-location. Since
then almost every evening the place was crowded with young people in their
early to mid-twenties, mostly wearing skinny jeans, ridiculously big glasses,
crop tops and with an obligatory bag made out of jute, with either a floral
pattern or an edgy phrase printed on it, hanging from their shoulders. Jonathan
scoffed and downed the remains of his beer.
He didn’t really have anything against hipsters. He strongly believed that
everybody should be allowed to dress way they wanted. Jonathan himself had
started to express himself through his tattoos and piercings so he could see
the appeal a certain way of dressing could have.
What really grinded his gears were all those obnoxiously loud people crowding
his favourite pub, trying to make it something it wasn’t: a hip place.
Jonathan swallowed down his annoyance and walked over to the counter to get a
new beer and was just about to take a sip when someone collided with him from
behind, causing the dark-haired man to spill his beverage.
“I’m so sorry. I tried to join the moshpit but it seems that I’m not cut out
for that. You’d think that playing hockey would help but it really doesn’t. Are
Jonathan turned around to make out the source of the voice and saw an
attractive man of Asian descent standing in front of him. He seemed to be a
couple of years younger although he was slightly taller and he obviously
belonged to one of the groups of hipsters that suddenly seemed to have
discovered their love for punk music. The
apologetic smile the stranger gave him lit his face up and made it even more
handsome. It was disarming and to his surprise Jonathan found himself returning
the smile as his anger went up in smoke.
“It’s alright.” The older man replied and shrugged. “I can get a new beer.”
“Oh, no, please let me pay for that.” The other man said quickly.”
“That’s really not necessary.” Jonathan tried to turn him down but the stranger
insisted so he eventually agreed and the stranger waved to get the attention of
the barkeeper to order a new beer for him. When he handed Jonathan the bottle
he smiled again.
“I’m Evan by the way.” He introduced himself.
“Jonathan.” The shorter man responded.
Jonathan glanced down at himself, his dark attire, torn jeans, tattooed arms
and combat boots before looking around the shabby bar.
“What makes you think that?”” He asked with sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Evan chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.
“I guess it must really suck that we’re now crowding the place.” He said,
gesturing over to a group of girls wearing almost the exact same outfit.
“As long as you guys don’t turn this into a karaoke bar I’ll probably live.”
Jonathan answered, making Evan laugh again.
“You’re funny. Is there any chance you’re into guys?”
“You’re quite forward.” Jonathan said and smoothly avoided giving a clear
answer but couldn’t ignore the warm feeling that Evan’s advances caused in his
The taller man just grinned at him cheekily and turned to face the bartender
again in order to get himself a drink. That gave Jonathan a chance to give him a quick
once-over and he had to admit that he liked what he saw. Evan was well-build
which was complimented by the shirt he was wearing. It had a cat printed on the
front and it fit him nicely, hugging his defined biceps.
The younger man’s hair was a bit longer than his own and Jonathan had the
ridiculous urge to run his fingers through the soft strands of black hair.
Hanging from his broad shoulders was the obligatory bag but instead of an edgy
slogan there was something very different printed on it.
“You like ‘The Walking Dead’?” Jonathan wanted to know, trying not to sound too
Evan looked down at his bag before glancing back up and giving him another one
of his breath-taking smiles.
“Sure. I love the show, it’s one of my favourites along with ‘The Office’ and ‘Spongebob
Squarepants’. I know the last one is kinda weird but-“
“Do you wanna go out with me?” Jonathan blurted out, interrupting Evan who
seemed to be taken aback for a second before nodding eagerly.
“I’d love to.” He responded, his dark eyes sparkling behind his giant glasses. “I
guess you don’t wanna go to Starbucks with me, right?” He joked and Jonathan
giggled at that before shaking his head.
“Hell no but I suppose you’re not into lots of the stuff that I like to do.”
“Why don’t we make a compromise?” Evan suggested, making the older man raise an
“Well, maybe more a challenge than a compromise.”
“We simply go on two dates and the mission of the dates is to torture the other
with some cliché stuff. “
Jonathan flashed him a brilliant smile. That sounded like fun.