hunter and logan duh

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[simonmoonroe]

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Because in space, no one can hear you having gay sex.

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Parman is real.

[thesecrackedships-blog]

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Footsteps in the Sand (or The Parman Coffee Shop Fic) Hunter Parrish/Logan Lerman; PG (maybe PG-13 for swearing)

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Hunter wasn’t one for romance and because of this, he would admire from afar every time The Kid came into his coffee shop.

It wasn’t as though Hunter was ashamed of whom he was attracted to; it’s just that he rarely knew how to approach boys. Especially really attractive boys like The Kid.

From what Hunter knew, The Kid was a few years younger than him, studying English in college, had a great taste in music, had a particular fondness for plaid shirts and enjoyed his coffee with lots of creamer and lot of sugar. 

 Hunter knew all of this without actually knowing The Kid’s name.

He knew that he could have just asked The Kid what his real name was but that actually required talking to The Kid.

So Hunter continued to admire from afar.

***

Perusing the aisles of the bookstore was how Hunter typically spent his lunch break. That day was no different as the blonde was engrossed in the ‘Biography’ aisle; he hadn’t heard about many of the names listed on the covers but if he saw something that seemed interesting, he wouldn’t hesitate to skim over it.

A black cover with blood red writing had caught his eye and as he pulled the book out from his place, sandwiched between other books, Hunter quirked an eyebrow. A book about serial killers may not have intrigued others as much as it intrigued him. Perhaps a strange interest, yes, but who else would know that Hunter had been reading over a book about serial killers?

“Hey!”

For a moment, Hunter was positive that the greeting wasn’t for him. It was always possible for a friend to browse the bookstore while Hunter was as well but it just wasn’t a voice that the blonde recognized.

Still, Hunter glanced up in the direction from where the voice had come from. He’d been expecting to see strangers talking, maybe chatting after the greeting. Instead, he saw The Kid.

“Hey, you work at the coffee shop. You always take my order,” The Kid explained.

And Hunter still had a book about serial killers in his hands.

“…Yeah. That’s me,” replied Hunter.

“That’s a book about serial killers,” said The Kid, eyeing the book. 

“I know." 

Hunter was mentally kicking himself at this point. He had never really planned on actually having a conversation with The Kid but he’d been caught off-guard. Not that Hunter wasn’t relieved; he was happy to finally talk to The Kid outside of the coffee shop but he just didn’t know what to do.

“I’m Logan, by the way.”

“I’m Hunter.”

“Well, it has been a pleasure chatting with you, Hunter, but I’ve got to get to class. I’m coming in later for a coffee, you know how I like it!” 

And with that, Logan was off, leaving Hunter standing in the ‘Biography’ section of the bookstore with that stupid book about serial killers in his hands.

“Shit.”

***

Logan came in later that day and ordered a cup of coffee, just as he said he would have. A part of Hunter had hoped that Logan wouldn’t come in that day; how was he supposed to be secretive about his admiring Logan when he would actually talk to Hunter?

“Are you going to school now?” asked Logan, putting a ridiculous amount of sugar into his coffee.

 “Yeah, just a few courses at the community college. I’m not sure what I want to do yet. So.”

“Well, that’s nice. I’m studying English right now."

 “I know."

“Oh.”

Realizing how creepy his comment must have sounded, Hunter was quick to explain.

“I mean, you come in here to study a lot. I notice your textbooks.”

“So you watch me?”

“….No.”

With a knowing smile, Logan placed he lid back onto his coffee and took a careful sip. 

“What time are you out of here tonight?" 

Hunter glanced at the clock, hanging on the wall above his head. “In half an hour.”

“Cool, I’ll stick around. We could hang out if you want to.”

“Yeah, okay. That sounds cool.”

“Great!” replied Logan, taking another careful sip of his coffee. “I’ll be over here, just come on over when you’re clocked out. 

“Alright. I’ll, uh, be right back. We’re out of the plastic lids,” said Hunter, rushing off to the back where all the stock had been.

Logan was out there, waiting for him. They were going to spend time together in less than an hour. And it was all Logan’s idea. Ensuring that none of his co-workers were nearby, the blonde gave a delighted shake of his hips and pumped his fist in the air.

“Shit.”

 ***

It had been three months since Logan approached Hunter at the bookstore and if the blonde didn’t have a huge crush on Logan before, he certainly did now.

In fact, Hunter’s feelings had gotten to the point where he slowly began scheming of ways he’d reveal his feelings to Logan. Every time he thought he had it all planned out and the actual confession would take place, Hunter’s throat closed up and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t even sure if Logan had liked boys and the thought of that had kept Hunter from opening his mouth.

But it was slowly getting unbearable. 

He’d watch Logan carefully and would have to stop himself from staring. From the way Logan would smile when his favorite song came on shuffle on iTunes to the way his brows furrowed with concentration while he studied. The blonde knew of Logan’s habits better than the younger boy himself did. Sometimes Logan would catch Hunter looking and he’d flash that same knowing smile he did all those weeks ago in the coffee shop.

God. Hunter was in so deep.

***

“It’s getting kind of cold,” said Logan from his place at Hunter’s side. The two were closely pressed together. While Hunter would have liked to think that perhaps Logan wanted to be this close to the blonde, he knew that it was most likely to keep warm.

Hunter had a love-hate relationship when it came to California. 99% of the people he saw, he immediately didn’t like and most of the times, traffic made him want to cry. The beach, however, made living in California worth it. Hunter and Logan shared a mutual love for the beach, especially at night; it was often less crowded after the sun had fallen over the horizon and the temperature dropped.

“Yeah. Do you want to leave?”

“No, not yet. I like being here, with you,” said Logan, grinning up at Hunter.

And he had to do it. He had to.

“Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“What are we doing?”

Logan paused, gave his shoulders a light shrug.

 “Well, I’m stealing your warmth and you're letting me.”

“No, no,” Hunter began with a chuckle, giving his head a light shake, “I mean, what are  we doing?”

And suddenly, Logan understood. He didn’t reply right away and the silence that fell between them made Hunter’s stomach twist in a way he’d never felt before. Then, Logan parted his lips and spoke again.

 “I didn’t come into the coffee shop because of coffee. Actually, the coffee there kind of sucks,” said Logan while Hunter quirked a brow, “I went there for you.”

The twisting feeling in his stomach immediately transformed into butterflies, so intense that Hunter was sure he’d be sick.

Not quite sure of how he should have responded, Hunter found himself ducking his head down – a bit too eagerly – in what he had imagined would be a kiss. Instead, the angle was entirely wrong and his nose had ungracefully bumped against Logan’s.

“Shit. Wait, that was not supposed to happen. I’m awful at this kind of stuff, wow,” Hunter said, a deep crimson flushing onto his cheeks.

But with a laugh, Logan brushed off the collision and instead of commenting about it, he just leaned back in.

[mycroft]

sometimes he wonders why they couldn’t have stayed like that, locked in their little apartment in vancouver. logan playing billie holiday records on repeat and him trying to solve the last puzzle in the sudoku book he brought from l.a. it’s hard to let go of those weekends when logan would shove him in the car and drive until they found a place to eat that reminded them of being home. but times change. and so do people. now, he can’t listen to i’ll be seeing you without feeling homesick.

[jordangavaris]

a handy guide to parman for everyone who asks me to explain it to them

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Writing a coffee shop fic that someone requested last time.

You know who you are.

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Did anyone write a birthday fic?

Anyone?

[mycroft]

He doesn’t call Hunter his boyfriend. He can’t imagine he ever will. The thought makes his stomach hurt, makes his ears ring, makes his heart race. Hunter isn’t his boyfriend. But he is always there. At the New Year’s Eve Party, at Cody’s house during the Super Bowl, at Logan’s auditions. Everywhere. He tells himself that’s how this whole thing started, the law of proximity or something. Hunter was always there and even when he wasn’t Logan wondered where he was. It was annoying and frustrating. He told himself he had no reason to care. Then, at Emma’s 4th of July party, Logan slipped away and Hunter followed. They were on the dock, the sounds of the party soft and just far enough away, and Hunter kissed him. They didn’t talk about it. They still don’t. Logan has never been one for big declarations, and he guesses Hunter is the same. But somehow it keeps happening. Sometimes they go weeks without seeing each other. Other times Hunter comes over and they don’t leave the apartment for days. It’s nice. It’s easy. Logan won’t pretend that sometimes he doesn’t think about what it would be like to introduce Hunter to his friends, to tell them that he is the reason Logan doesn’t pick up his phone most weekends. But it’s better like this. With their lives, this is how it has to be. Hunter isn’t his boyfriend. He won’t ever be.

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He hadn't expected it so soon. In fact, he hadn't expected it at all.

The sun had started peeking in through the cracks in the blinds just as they did every morning. Even before Hunter, it had irritated Logan although he was suddenly aware of the possibility of the light irritating Hunter as well.

"We should get curtains. Dark curtains," Logan had said, voice deep with sleep. He stretched his arms above him before bringing fists to his eyes to rub the extra exhaustion from them. He thought that Hunter would agree, at least give some sort of indication that he was awake but instead, Logan heard nothing. The boy peeked open an eye, turning his head to Hunter's side of the bed.

Empty.

Hunter was often awake before Logan on most mornings and because of this, the boy didn't panic. He allowed himself several minutes of relaxation. Any moment now, he'd heard the faint noise of Hunter in the kitchen, just as he always did. First would be the small clatter of Hunter reaching for his favorite bowl, then the sound of the squeaky pantry where they kept their cereal. But Logan heard nothing.

"Hunter?" the boy called out.

Silence.

And that's when he noticed.

He wasn't sure what he realized first, the fact that Hunter's clothes no longer were thrown on the floor or the note that was laid carefully on what used to be Hunter's pillow.

I'm sorry.

No real goodbye. Not even an explanation.

Suddenly Logan was dizzy. After weeks, months, of being sure that Hunter would stay, he was gone. 

Maybe Logan could find him, go on a hunt to find the boy that he loved. He wasn't entirely sure where Hunter had wanted to travel to next but surely he couldn't be too far away if he had left during the night. 

But he left. He left Logan, despite their relationship.

Or maybe Logan could forget.

The idea of letting go of Hunter was too much for Logan to grasp. He knew that he would always think of Hunter when he listened to The Beatles and he wouldn't be able to drink chocolate milkshakes without being reminded of how Hunter would always insist that strawberry was better. He especially couldn't forget the smell of Hunter, not when his scent lingered on the pillow he used to sleep on at night. 

We could have been happy, Logan thought to himself. I would have loved you all my life.

The boy was much more alone that he ever remembered being. He would rather have not met Hunter at all than be without him.

Come back. Wherever you are, come back to me.

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could you write a continuation of what you already posted but hunter does leave instead of staying?

Ask and you shall receive, Anon.

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Hey.

Hello.

Hi.

I'm bored so send me a prompt/word/request/whatever and I'll try to write a mini Parman fic.

Because I can.

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I think the world needs a nice, epic Parman fic.

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IT WILL HAPPEN SOMEDAY! IT HAPPENED FOR MY SHIP. IT COULD HAPPEN FOR YOUR SHIP!

brb starting a prayer circle

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It's almost embarrassing how much I ship two people that haven't even met in real life.