jonathan

this is how it starts

[glitterrobin-blog]

        Robin remembered the feel of Jonathan’s fingers laced in his fondly, over time, so renewing the feeling made him feel a bit more alive than before, and his cheeks were dimpled and pink when he smiled through a giggle. “It’s good! It just…. is strong,” he giggled, his own hand taking a drink of Jonathan’s drink, making a cute little satisfied face. Once his hand was back to his side he took a little drink of his coffee, laughing quietly at the line. “Oh my god, Jonny,” he giggled, hiding his face with his hands, “Stooooop.”

[jonathanisms-blog]

      Jonathan hadn’t held someone’s hand in a long time, truth be told he missed it. He let his foot playfully kick the others as a small pink tint grew on his cheeks, being around Robin again made him feel something he hadn’t felt in months, he felt alive. “It’s grossly strong.” He teased happily taking a sip of his coffee when he got it back. Jonathan smirked softly with a quiet giggle as he rubbed his hands together watching Robin hide behind his hands, “If you ever need a wakeup call, just call me.” He joked before playfully uncovering his face. “You’re still adorable.”

[jonathanisms-blog]

      Robin’s eyes went kind of sad when he asked how much it paid. He’d normally say depends on how good I am, but he just shrugged and tried to look normal. “It pays okay,…. enough,” he says quietly as his eyes went down to his coffee again. He frowned upon hearing that he’d lost his third job that year and he reluctantly reached his hand across the table and placed it gently on Jonny’s. “It’s not sad. You just… have to find the right job, you know??” he looked at him hopefully and grinned gently, before his eyes went back to the coffee. “Just an Americano,” he shrugged, “I n-need to be woken up for work.” 

      Of course Jonathan laced his fingers with Robin’s, it was just a habit. He chuckled a bit before realizing his mistake and simply held his hand softly. “You know me. I get bored and give up.” He shrugged a little before switching his black coffee with the other’s coffee taking a sip with a small smirk. “It’s kind of bitter?” He tilted his head before shaking his head quickly as he switched their coffees again with a small giggle. Jonathan let go of his hand to take a sip of his drink with a small shrug, “I could wake up up.” he teased trying to make the boy smile.

[glitterrobin-blog]

It still baffled Robin that he actually made it here. He’d woken up in a panic thinking ‘shit, I have to meet Jonathan today’ and he went through every piece of clothing he owned until he settled on his lucky black skinny jeans and a white button down. If he chose those clothes because they were the only thing that didn’t have glitter on them, no one needed to know. “It’s a really nice space,” Robin agrees with a simply smile on his face. Luckily, the smile doesn’t fall all the way when Jonny asks what he does, but that’s just because he had a lie rehearsed the second they planned this thing. “Everything’s good, uhm, all things considered. As good as they’ll get for a while. I’ve been working at a club,” he offers no job title, or club title, just averts his eyes down. “What about you, huh? How has your life been?”

[jonathanisms-blog]

         God, he was still so fucking cute with his long hair and beautiful dimples. He smiled nodding at his words, “Pay well?” He asked politely with a small tilt of his head. If only Jonathan could tell him how his life has been, “It’s been complicated. I just lost my 3rd job this year, Lisette left me, grams is just...” He sighed with a small shrug and a gentle laugh “My life is pathetically sad.” Jonny concluded with a small laugh. “Sorry...That probably brought the mood down.” He muttered with a quiet chuckle before pointing to Robin’s drink, “What are you drinking?”

[jonathanisms-blog]

// @glitterrobin

       “This place isn’t so grumpy.” Jonathan joked with a bright smile taking a sip from his black coffee. It was still wild that he was here with Robin, the only boy he’s ever loved, he was still in slight shock that they found each other in this maze of a city. He took another sip of his coffee looking up at Robin of course he blushed. “You gotta tell me how’s your life going? Like how is everything?”

[wyliecoycte-blog]

   “It feels really good. Like really good. Better than sex, actually,” explains Wylie mindlessly, and it makes her giggle because she dare say anything was better than sex. Her nails danced mindlessly across his chest as he looked more curiously at the tattoo, and she couldn’t help the snort that escaped her when he explained the meaning- or tried to, anyways, and she had to put her hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing too hard. “Are you serious?” she asked, an incredulous smile on her face. A moment later she laid her head back on his chest and sighed deeply. “You can talk about her all you want,” she tells him, “I guess I’d want someone to listen too if I had much to say about Ariana.” She tried to give a grin, show him she was okay, but it quickly fell, because, well, she wasn’t. She wasn’t going to be okay for a long time. “Probably on my back. When my dad was in the hospital he always rubbed my back to help me stop crying, even though he could barely sit up. Besides, professionally, I can’t have anything showing, so.” She shrugs the shoulder that isn’t pressed into the mattress and she averts her eyes again, “Sorry. That was stupidly sad.”

[jonathanisms-blog]

      Jonathan hummed happily at that raising his brow at her statement, “No way.” he said quietly in slight disbelief it would feel that good. “Will I like pop a boner half way through?” He joked with a small chuckle. Lisette was very into nature and unpopular things like any mainstream hipster would be, back then Jonathan saw it as cute but now whenever thinks of anything indie he wants to roll his eyes. He knew the basic of what happened to Wylie and Ariana, it kind of hurt his chest to think about Wylie being left at the alter, she deserved better. “Yeah...She thought living in the car was cool. One of those chicks.” He chuckled with a small shrug, he shouldn’t be talking about her though he should be letting her go. “I miss her.” He finally muttered his grip slightly tightening on the other with a low sigh. “If you want to talk about her you can. I won’t mind.” He offered letting his hand go from her cheek into her hair and tangle in the locks with a small sigh. Jonathan chuckled and shook his head a bit, “It wasn’t stupidly sad. It was sad not stupidly sad though.” He whispered sighing softly. “Why can’t you show tattoos? I would rather work with a man who has a bunch of cool tattoos then a man with none. Makes ya’ look cooler.” He chuckled with a small smile.

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[wyliecoycte-blog]

        Wylie knew the gist of everything that happened to Jonathan, and it made her feel sick to think that anyone would want to hurt Jonathan, despite of what he made of himself by being depressed. She wonders constantly if anyone ever really tried to make him happy. “Thank you,” she says quietly, “we’re getting a couples massage. I hate when the masseuse tries to initiate small talk, I don’t like being spoken to by the person who’s rubbing me, so I’ll have you to talk to.” She giggles cheekily, and nuzzled her cheek into his chest as he explained his tattoo. “You should make a new meaning for it,” she tells him in a voice that barely qualifies as above a whisper, “Because your ex is a big dumby. Who wants to look in the mirror at a pretty tattoo and think ‘oh the other half of this tattoo broke my heart’? That’s ridiculous.” She giggles and looks up at him, resting her chin on his chest. “I’m not going to cry. I want to get a tattoo of my dad’s birthday. My real dad, not Milton, that would be weird,” she says mindlessly. “If your tired you can tell me to shut up, because if you don’t i’ll just keep talking.” 

[jonathanisms-blog]

      “How will it feel? I’ve never gotten a real massage before.” He said quietly looking at her. The closest thing he’s ever got to a massage was when Lisette would rub his shoulders when he was stressed, those would only last a few minutes and she never really got the knots but even then it still felt good. Jonathan swallowed a little at the thought of giving the feather a new meaning, he couldn’t think of a meaning for it honestly mainly because his ex made the tattoo. “Her meaning for it was some stupid indie shit like ‘we have the same feather so we’ll stay together’ or some stupid shit.” he laughed a little bitterly “Then you know...She left.” he shrugged with a very bitter chuckle. The boy smiled at her letting his thumb mindlessly stroke her cheek with a shake of his head, “Nah, you can keep talking. If I bring her up too much just tell me to shut up.” He muttered leaning his head back on the so soft pillow. “Where you gonna get it?”

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[glitterrobin-blog]

     Robin can’t help how afraid he is to get involved with Jonathan, and he’s forced to remind himself that this is just friendship, this is nothing but two ol’ pals catching up, getting to re-know each other, some way or another. It’s coffee. Nothing but coffee. He can’t help the childish giggle that escapes his lips when Jonathan poked his dimpled cheek, before, and he shakes his head. “M’ always nervous, shut up,” he pokes his shoulder, looking down. “I’d love to get coffee,” Robin answers finally, smiling wide like a dimply frog, “W-we could go to this place my friend showed me a while ago, it’s called Cafe Grumpy? Have you ever been?” 

[jonathanisms-blog]

    “Cafe Grumpy?” He giggled crossing his arms that damn blush still on his soft cheeks. Jonathan liked the thought of getting back into Robin’s life maybe being more than just friend’s but he would mind them becoming friends once again. “But no I’ve never been. I usually stick to StarBucks but you know I got fired so...” He still didn’t know how he was going to tell his grandmother he lost another job but he’ll tell her when he tells her “I’d love to check it out.” He quipped happily. Jonathan looked at him smiling sweetly before looking down, “It’s crazy we found each other after all this time.”

[wyliecoycte-blog]

     “A whiny adult,” she volleys, a cheeky grin on her face as she listens to him complain about the pajamas, “I get it, Jonny, jeeze, no more onesies!” She giggles sweetly. Jonathan couldn’t have come into Wylie’s life at a better time. Despite her blind optimism and general love for the world and it’s people, after Ariana left, she felt empty. There was no closure, no prior signs that she’d wake up the day before her wedding to two missed calls and a text that would determine her fate as a single woman in New York City. It was a strange thing to be willing to devote the rest of your life to a person, and have that person throw the offer back in your face. It took Wylie two weeks to get the annulment, and she never spoke to Ariana again. And now it’s been over a month, and Jonathan caught her just before she dipped back into that dark place, head first. “Yes, really. I’m going tomorrow anyways. You’ll come, ya?” she asks, looking up at him as he pulled her to him. It was honestly, and she hates herself for thinking this, laying on a chest that didn’t have boobs in the way. She hasn’t even hung out with a non-familial man since before Ariana, because the other woman got so jealous, so having a genuine guy friend was refreshing. “I’m good,” she sighed, tracing his tattoos with her fingers. “I want to get a tattoo.” 

[jonathanisms-blog]

        Jonathan felt as if he could trust Wylie with anything, it was a strange feeling something he hasn’t felt in a long long time. She reminded him of simpler times, times he had with Lisette. Lisette was his beautiful earth loving ex-girlfriend whom he was once engaged to. They were very much in love through thick and thin they were together even when Jon lost his job and had to live in his car, she was there sleeping on top of him and helping him clean up in the gas station bathroom. He swallowed at the memories they had created in many different bathrooms, he blinked a few times with a heavy sigh. “Yeah...I’ll come.” He whispered with a small smile his fingers still running up and down her spine slowly. His eyes looked down at her when he felt her fingers trace his tattoos, “I got this one with my ex-girlfriend.” He muttered pointing to the feather with a small smile “She’s got one too..” the boy shrugged a little looking up at the ceiling. “I’ll take you to get one but if you start crying I’m going to laugh.” 

[jonathanisms-blog]

zamn-em:

A satisfied smile appeared on Emerald’s handsome features, he loved getting his way and see people suffer from it. Once the boy was out of sight he leaned over the counter slightly and handed the manager the money before speaking a low tone. “Third time you said? You should really let him go, he’s obviously bad for business.” His voice mocked sincerity to mask his devious intentions.

      The manager looked the man over, he looked pretty professional like he knew what he was talking about. The man sighed a little “He’s just a little...” he sighed once again with a slow nod, “You’re right in all honesty.”  he mutter placing the money in the cash register. Jonathan walked over handing the man his drink, the same pissed off expression on his features, “Have a great day.” he deadpanned once again. The manager glanced Jonathan over before pulling him off to side. When the words ‘your fired’ left the others lips Jon wasn’t surprised, he knew it was just a matter of time before he lost another job.

[wyliecoycte-blog]

     Wylie’s bed was an investment, a double California king mattress on a marble frame. The sheets were special ordered, as was the comforter. Really, it would have cost her less to buy an entire mattress store, but her bed was her safe place, her home, the place she wanted to disappear into at the end of each day, never to be found again. And her step father always taught her that your money goes to what you love, so that’s what she did. It worked out for the best, since putting even a little bit of her money into the woman she loved left her 20k in wedding debt and left her alone in the giant apartment they were meant to share. So, she has her bed, and Jonathan is lucky enough to be the first person she’s let into it since the infamous abandonment. “You big baby, you’re supposed to feel nurtured by it, you’re so finicky,” she scolds, lying on her belly as her cheek is smushed up on account of the bed. She rolls her eyes and looks at him. “I’ll buy you a professional massage if you just be quiet and lay with me. You’re a very noisy bed mate. And I’m cold.” 

[jonathanisms-blog]

    He pouted slightly at being called a baby and rolled his eyes a little, “I am an adult.” He pouted with a quiet sigh. “I honestly don’t know how you stay in that death trap. I literally felt like I was in a body prison.” He teased as he rolled on his back with a quiet grunt. Jonathan hasn’t slept in another’s bed in months, sure he’s hooked up with a few girls and guys when the love of his life left him but he never spent the night, it just didn’t feel right. This felt right though, he liked this weird friendship he had with Wylie, it was just what he needed. “Really?” He said quietly because well she said she wanted quiet. He laughed a little pulling the women towards him, positioning her to where she was laying with her head on his chest and his arm around her. The boy pulled the blanket up to where she was covered, “I don’t know how you’re hot in that thing but...” He laughed sweetly as his hand rubbed her spine softly “You good?”

[glitterrobin-blog]

     Robin giggles lightly, shaking his head as he looks down. He has no control over himself around Johnathan, he didn’t when they were kids and he didn’t now. Looking back p at the beautiful boy in front of him, he listened as he explained. She. Of course. Of course he was straight, of course Robin was just a phase. He ignored the twisting pain in his chest as he gave an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about that..” he said quietly, offering a slight grin. “U-uhm, I just got out of a… something, dunno if you could call it a relationship. So, no. No would have been a shorter answer, I explained all of that for no reason. I’m rambling, aren’t I? I do that when I’m nervous. But you know that….okay, I’ll─ I’ll shut up.” 

[jonathanisms-blog]

    Jonathan was still very confused about what he liked one one hand he loved girls but he also loved boys. For a while he wished he was just gay or just straight and not this but as he grew up and got with many different people of both genders he learned to accept himself, kind of. “She was lame anyway.” He chuckled with a small shrug. Jonny nodded along to his words because a part of him understood because he’s had something that wasn’t a relationship but it was something. “Nervous?” he teased playfully poking his cheek with a playful smirk. “Maybe you can––” he can’t come over to your place because it’s not even your place, he thought with a nervous swallow “May we can go out sometime? And you know catch up.”

[zamn-em-deactivated20160614]

“What I can and can not afford is none of your goddamn business kid. You can take that bill and shove it for all I care.” He snapped back. His patience was way passed thin and it he felt his right hand getting fidgety. The kid was lucky his manager saved his face. “Why yes there is. Your employee here, is over charging me a dollar and some change for my order.” He paused to let out a laugh. “While it may not be a big deal to you, I can assure you, you would want to be employee by the end of the day.”

[jonathanisms-blog]

        Jonathan was nervously playing with the green apron when his manager gave him a hard glare. “This is the third time Jon.” His manager said lowly before looking back up at the man, “I am sure it was just a mistake. I am so sorry sir.” He apologized as Jonathan rolled his eyes at his manager and this asshole on the other side of the counter. “I charged him right. He’s just being an asshole.” He told his manager lowly who just brushed him off. “That’ll be $5,27 sir, again I’m so sorry. Jonathan get his coffee.” With that command Jonathan disappeared. “Again I am so sorry about him.”

[wyliecoycte-blog]

      “Must everything be dirty?” she scolds, rolling her bright blue eyes. She takes a deep breath as her eyes hazily glaze over at the credits on the screen. She doesn’t take much energy to actively check him out, she’s sleepy and already feels old. “I’m only three years older than you, you know. And I just turned twenty-four, so I am not old! Or vintage!” she cuddled into his side and exhaled deeply. “I don’t look old, do I? Because I don’t think I look old, you know, I work very hard to not… look old, you know?? I wanna look hot for at least a few more years.”

[jonathanisms-blog]

      “Oh yeah. Gotta keep it dirty.” He joked winking playfully at her with a small giggle. Jonathan nuzzled into her shoulder with a low random chuckle, “You aren’t old, love. I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” he mumbled into her onesie. He rolled around for a minute trying to get comfortable, he knew it wasn’t this amazing bed. “Oh my god. I feel so constricted in this damn onesie.” he groaned unzipping the onesie and kicking it off leaving him in his boxers. The boy smiled brightly burying himself in the blankets, laying on his stomach with a small groan “You’re so hot, shut up.” he muttered turning his head towards her. “You should give me a back rub, just saying, it’s been a long day.”

[zamn-em-deactivated20160614]

He placed his hands on the counter and leaned forward a bit. “How about a manager, you ass clown.” He insulted the young boy in front of him. He didn’t have time to play childish games with..well a child. 

[jonathanisms-blog]

       Jonathan smirked softly at the reaction leaning slightly closer to the man. “Listen ass wipe, by that rolex on your wrist I can tell you can afford  six dollars worth of coffee. So stop complaining and pay damn bill.” He snapped earning the attention of, you guessed it, his manager. “Is there a problem here?” a lanky man asked the two causing Jonathan to fall silent.

[glitterrobin-blog]

     “Oh, right, your cheeks are just naturally bright pink,” he giggles, his hands going in his pockets as he grins mischievously. He feels a mix of dread and unbearable joy as he looks at the boy fondly. “Nah, I’m an ass. I just can’t be an ass to you,” he shrugs, biting mindlessly at his bottom lip. What are you doing now a days? He freezes. I’m broke and I’m a stripper. Not exactly what he wants to say to the boy he used to be in love with. “Oh, you know, just… living life in New York City,” he shrugs, “What about you? Seeing anybody?”

[jonathanisms-blog]

      “It’s hot out!” He laughed shaking his head looking at the other with nothing but adoration in his eyes, Robin still had an effect on him. Robin was his first kiss, he remembers how nervous he was to kiss a boy but how right it felt. A bright blush returned to his cheeks when he looked at his lips before looking up into his eyes nodding at his words. Seeing anybody? The question kind of it him a little hard, he shook his head a little “No...I was engaged but she left. She said I was too lazy.” He shrugged looking down his chest aching a bit. “You got anyone special?”